The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 424 Dragon Breath
While Roland was still struggling to mobilize resources to transport the Iron Hills soldiers across the Swiftflow River, the orc army outside Moria continued its fierce attack.

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"Send out ravens! We need reinforcements!" The wounded Balin desperately resisted the swarming orcs, howling pitifully, but his foot slipped and he tripped over the corpses on the ground.

"Ah! Ah!" Balin roared in pain as countless large feet rolled over his body. Balin felt dizzy and his whole body was being torn apart by waves of pain... and his vision slowly went black.

Ouli and Ouyin, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly noticed that Balin was missing. They exchanged a glance and were immediately horrified. They frantically searched through the pile of corpses and finally dug Balin out from under a pile of dead bodies. However, Balin's condition was extremely bad. He was barely breathing and had many cuts on his body that were gushing blood like fountains...

"Quick! Carry the king away!" The two men urged the others to hurry and take Balin to a safe place. The group quickly carried Balin into a deep cave.

"We're finished! Ouli!" Ou Yin gasped for breath, gripping his battle sword.

"Damn it! Is Moria going to fall into our hands again? Turin! Where are our reinforcements?" Olli was somewhat dejected.

"Fight! For the glory of the Longbeard Clan! For the glory of the descendants of Durin! Fight! Until death do us part! Let Moria trample over the corpses of the dwarves!" Oin brandished his battle sword.

Amidst the furious roars of the remaining dwarves, the two "torrents" collided once more...

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"Speed ​​up! Our brothers in Moria are waiting for us! Dvalin! Urge everyone to go full speed ahead! Balin and the others won't last much longer!" Thorin Oakenshield was already panting heavily, but he still managed to run with all his might.

"Thorin! No... this! Everyone needs... to rest!" Dvalin rushed forward, grabbed Thorin, and twisted his body around.

"Look at everyone! We've done our best!" Devalin gasped. If they kept running like this, he didn't know if Moria could be saved, but they definitely needed someone to save their lives.

"Damn it! Whew..." Thorin slumped to the ground and slammed his fist down.

"Thorin! Don't worry! We still have the Dragonhawk Knights!" Dvalin reassured him.

"Yes...we still have the Dragonhawks...hopefully they can resolve Moria's predicament!" Thorin could only place his hopes on the Dragonhawk Knights.

"Your Highness! News from Raven! The Moria dwarves have retreated to the east gate and are asking us for help! They need our assistance!" At this moment, a dwarf, breathless, approached Thorin with a letter requesting help.

"Oh! Turin! These bastards! Sons of bitches! Those green-skinned and black-skinned little bitches! I'll crush their heads and stuff them into their cunts!" Thorin roared furiously, tearing the letter to shreds and then emitting a burst of electronic music that couldn't be played.

Dvalin sighed, looking at the "polite and passionate" Thorin. Perhaps it was all coming to an end. Frankly, he didn't want the remaining dwarves to fight to the death for land this dwarf had long lost. No dwarf wanted another battle like the Battle of Azanubiza…

But fate always plays cruel tricks on the unfortunate, and dwarves are no exception...

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“Bearded one above! I see the east gate of Moria!” a dragonhawk knight said in a muffled voice.

"Where?" another dragonhawk knight roared into the wind.

"Look at your lower right!" "Oh! Turin!"

"They need reinforcements! The orcs have almost filled the East Gate!"

“We’re not sure if they’ve already… or if Moria has fallen,” someone hesitated, given that the situation below was indeed not good.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Keep fighting! Even if Moria has fallen, we can't just stand by and do nothing!"

"That's right! Since they've come, they have to pay the price!"

"Prepare the dragon's breath!"

As a sub-dragon, the dragon eagle's bloodline isn't particularly noble, its dragon blood is practically nonexistent, and it doesn't even resemble a dragon in appearance. Aside from its head, which does resemble a dragon's head, the only other connection it has to a dragon is its claws and scales! However, any race containing dragon blood is destined to be unstable, and they will more or less inherit some of the dragon's special abilities. What the dragon eagle inherits is the terrifying dragon breath of the dragon race!

"Hmm? It's getting dark?" At this moment, a half-orc suddenly felt that the sky seemed a bit gloomy. He tried to raise his head and look up at the sky. Suddenly, he noticed a group of black dots in the sky rapidly moving closer to him. Just when he thought it was a flock of birds flying in the sky, he suddenly noticed that the flock of birds in the sky had flashed a few rays of light.

Its expression quickly changed; it could clearly see the tongues of fire shooting down!
"Air raid!" the orc shouted hoarsely, as he sprinted forward at a speed beyond human capabilities...

"Whoosh!" The torrent of dragon breath slammed into the orcs' faces, making them easy targets as they huddled together! Most of the orcs didn't even realize what was happening. In their minds, such shrill screams seemed to be the sound of dwarves. They all had bloodthirsty expressions, waiting to go in and slaughter, but the righteous dragon breath instantly extinguished their thoughts. Now they only wanted to escape the dragon breath's attack range. The corrosive and burning effect of the dragon breath truly terrified them.

"Ahhhhhhhh~"

My eyes~

"hehe……"

"Help!"

Instantly, countless critically wounded and dying orcs howled in agony. Those still able to move instinctively threw themselves into the arms of their kin, hoping their kin would extinguish the terrifying dragon flames! But in the end, they all burned together to a crisp, turning into pulverized dust...

"Whoosh! Excellent results!" The dragonhawk knights, who had already risen into the air, chatted and laughed among themselves. At least several hundred orcs had just been used as firewood, not including the orcs who were now starting fires outside...

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"Help... *splat*!" A large blade swung past, and the orc covered in dragon flames was instantly decapitated, his body below the head quickly turning into charcoal.

"Kill those who are running around! We can't let them set the army ablaze!" The orc commander quickly found a solution. To avoid chaos, the orcs swiftly slaughtered the wounded who tried to run away. To the orcs, these were all cannon fodder destined to die; it didn't matter whether they died sooner or later. So when the orcs raised their swords against their own people, the farce was already over.

"Their leader is very experienced!" Looking at the orc army that had already scattered and run away, the dragonhawk knights all sighed that these orcs had found the best way to control them.

"Moria hasn't fallen yet! We still have people resisting!" a dragonhawk knight suddenly roared, and this exciting news drew everyone's attention.

I had a job interview yesterday, so I'm taking a break from updating. Sorry everyone.

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