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

"Your Highness! Let's go!" a centurion urged, grabbing his hand.

"What are you doing? You want me to desert?" Din's face flushed red instantly, and he retorted excitedly.

"Go! Take him away!" the centurions shouted anxiously, directing the other professional soldiers to drag Dain backward.

“Damn it… let go…” Din roared angrily, struggling violently, but he stopped after only a few struggles.

"Roar!" The resounding dragon roar echoed through the heavens and earth, and everyone looked up at the sky.

“That is…” The dwarves looked at the shadow that appeared in the sky with surprise.

"Boom!" Thick dragon breath poured down from the sky.

"Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!" The orc's painful howls made every pore on Dain's body open up.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Dain deftly shook off the soldiers' hands, grabbed a warhammer, and charged down madly.

"Your Highness—!" The soldiers who failed to grab Dain's arm were in a real bind. As they watched Dain rush out, the others had no choice but to grit their teeth and rush down with him.

As a result, a comical scene unfolded on the battlefield: the orcs, who had not yet gained a foothold, were suddenly attacked and forced to flee in panic by the dragonhawk riders, while the dwarves, who had just been preparing to escape, also followed their king and, in a daze, turned back to fight the orcs.

The soldiers on both sides were fighting in a daze. The orcs thought they had the victory in their grasp, but they never expected a dragon's breath to come down from the sky! What's worse, this is mountainous terrain... The only advantage of mountains is that they can watch the aerial units beat them up in style without having to fight back (since they can't fight back anyway).

The dwarves were also confused. They had all run so fast when they took off running, but now they were in such a sorry state. They struggled to move their short legs and carefully charged down the mountain, afraid that they might lose their balance and fall.

"Leap Attack!" Dain roared, and red battle aura emanated from his body. Then, with a fierce thrust of his thighs, his bulging muscles suddenly burst forth. In a flash, Dain had already leaped into the midst of the orcs. With the burst of battle aura, the terrifying battle aura tore apart the nearby orcs like blades.

"Hahaha! Die!" Dain laughed heartily, then swung his warhammer in a wide arc, each blow capable of shattering the skull of an orc.

"Hahaha! That's exhilarating! Keep being arrogant! You think you can rely on your numbers? Hahaha! If you're so capable, then attack while enduring the dragon's breath!" Dain watched the dragon's breath pouring down from the sky and bloodthirstily slaughtered the orcs.

Dain's body was stained black with the blood of the orcs, and his not-so-tall figure appeared incredibly majestic and dignified against the backdrop of the corpses on the ground...

……

"We have successfully repelled the orcs!" Dvalin said to the battered Thorin.

"Ugh! These bastards... they're fucking tough!" Thorin sighed as he pulled his sword from the corpse of a heavily armored orc.

"These orc warriors are really troublesome!" Ouli and Ouyin also helped him out.

“These are some of their few elite main forces left! Once we take them down, the rest will be easier!” Sorin shook his head and said to his men. “They’ve all retreated?” Balin arrived late with his lightly wounded men.

"We've routed their elite vanguard! They're currently in retreat!" Thorin said, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he braced himself with his sword. The heavy orc warrior hadn't been without damage; the orc's warhammer had nearly knocked the shit out of Thorin. Just looking at the deep dent in his plate armor showed how dangerous the battle had been. If Thorin hadn't been of a decent level and hadn't used his battle aura to protect himself, he would have been the next king of the mountain.

"Should we hunt them down?" Balin excitedly raised his warhammer, his eyes filled with bloodlust. He clearly wanted to chop off a few more orc heads for fun.

"..." Thorin looked over with eyes full of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities. The orcs had been defeated, but that didn't mean their army had completely collapsed. They hadn't killed many of those giant trolls carrying heavy crossbows and catapults, which meant the orcs hadn't lost much of their heavy firepower to begin with... If they ran into them now and got ambushed by the orcs, it wouldn't be a joke.

"We have no reinforcements. Maintaining the current situation is the best outcome," Thorin sighed. He also hoped to annihilate this orcish force and make a name for themselves in Middle-earth, but now the dwarves were willing but unable to do so. The reinforcements from the Blue Mountains were slow to arrive. The Iron Hill dwarves had taken away the orcish reinforcements from Dolgodor Fortress for them, but they were truly helpless against the massive orcs of the Misty Mountains alone.

The counterattack at the East Gate of Moria became the final battle of this campaign (in fact, the real final battle should have been the Iron Hill dwarves' great victory over the Dolgodor orcs in the Misty Mountains). This battle, which shocked the whole of Middle-earth, marked the return of the dwarves to the stage of history. The descendants of Turin announced their revival to the world in the Second Battle of Azanubiza in Moria!

……

"Dwarves are amazing!" Yun Feng exclaimed in amazement.

"The casualties must be considerable..." Roland hadn't received the battle report, but he could tell from his intuition that the dwarves' casualties couldn't be low.

"On the contrary, apart from the heavy casualties suffered by the Moria garrison, the two dwarven expeditionary forces of Irubor and the Iron Hills suffered minimal casualties, which were incomparable to their achievements," Yunfeng said excitedly.

"Is aerial reconnaissance reliable?" Roland hesitated. After all, it wasn't Caslo and his group who were going to conduct reconnaissance now. The dragon riders were going to deter the villains, and the reconnaissance task was left to the five novice griffon riders. They had only just learned to fly, so they could only do reconnaissance work.

“Your Highness, I believe Hollin will not disappoint you!” Knight Commander Lavian, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly said.

The unexpected remark startled Roland. After all, the taciturn Ravian's sudden speech had left Roland stunned for a few seconds before he finally fixed his gaze on Ravian.

“Of course I trust our warriors, but I want more detailed and accurate results, as it will determine our next strategy!” Roland frowned. What if the ambitious Thorin returned and launched another expedition to Dolgodom… Hiss! Roland shuddered.

……

As it turned out, Thorin wasn't as mindless as Roland thought. After taking stock of the losses, all Thorin could think about was going back home to recover from his injuries. The casualties in Ilub and the Iron Hills were relatively minor, with only a hundred or so dead or wounded each, which Thorin could accept. After all, there are always sacrifices in war, and sacrificing for one's homeland is worthwhile.

When Thorin received Moria's battle loss report, his face turned completely green. The once massive Moria army was reduced to less than one-tenth of its former strength, with at least a thousand men lying dead on this land. Thorin's eyes twisted and twitched, and then he let go of his hand weakly.

“Bahrain! I entrust the people from the Blue Mountains to you,” Thorin sighed.

“Yes, you’re even more short-staffed than we are.” Dain nodded.