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

Chapter 269 The War of Natural Disasters
"Boom!" The azure dragon breath and the scorching flames collided, and a violent shockwave suddenly exploded. Everyone standing in the square could feel the obvious shaking.

“It’s climbing!” Cardo turned to his knight, awaiting Caslo’s command.

"Your Highness!" Caslo looked at Roland, needing Roland's instructions at this moment.

"If we attack it from this height, will it fall to its death?" Roland asked in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid it will only result in some minor abrasions!" Caslo's expression changed, but he still spoke the truth.

"Bring it up! We're here! We'll meet it here, where our dwarven ancestors fought! But this time we'll kill it! Balin! Assemble your troops! Omske! Assemble our army!" Roland said coldly.

"At your command!" Balin exclaimed excitedly, pumping his fist. He knew that if nothing went wrong in this battle, Moria would truly return to the hands of the dwarves, and he would be the hero who restored Moria! Balin, the master of the Great Mine and the king of Moria!
“Where your will leads, our swords will point!” Omske knelt on one knee and pounded his chest.

"A shattered kingdom cannot conceal our past glory! Dusty battle flags cannot blind our eyes! Brutal enemies cannot break our pride! People of Lagrange! Rise up! We fight for the future!" Roland roared as he raised the Dragon Slayer Sword.

All the soldiers rose to their feet, gathering around their king. The fear and unease in their eyes had been replaced by fervor! This was their king! They were fighting for their king!

"Fight! Fight! Sons of Turin! Behind you lies the place where Turin's glory fell! Today we will reclaim our glory once more! The spirits of our ancestors watch over us! We may fall today! But the enemy cannot cross our corpses! Fight! Sons of Kezad-d'Um! Declare war on darkness!" Balin brandished his battle axe, rallying the dwarven expeditionary force. But the dwarves needed no mobilization; their eyes were bloodshot. They pounded their shields with their weapons, creating a deafening roar. Now, like their dwarven ancestors from a thousand years ago, they formed a dwarven phalanx etched into their very bones, marching in perfect unison out of the ruins of the Fourth Hall. Behind them, the sarcophagus of Ner'n I gleamed in the torchlight…

"Slay the Balrog! Reclaim our home!" Balin's hands trembled with excitement. The dwarves behind him were practically dressed in dragon-slaying armor left behind by the Moria dwarves. The tattered armor, along with the last wishes of their ancestors, accompanied them as they once again fought on this land!
Unlike the dwarves, the Lagrang soldiers were silent. They stood at their positions, gripped their weapons, and prepared to fight alongside their king!

"Roar!" The Balrog angrily climbed the stone wall, its rage seemingly making it forget the terror of the dragon! It roared as it scaled the mountain, its scorching flames turning the surrounding rocks into lava...

The war drums are beating! Closer! Closer! The beasts deep within Moria bar their fangs, flames! Death! And evil! The deepest sins beneath this city are drawing near.

……

"Crack!" A huge, crimson, burning claw was revealed. If Roland hadn't known beforehand that it was a Balrog, he would have even thought it was the claw of a fire dragon.
"Awooo!" A massive head with curved horns and burning flames emerged, its ferocious face covered in flowing lava, and its heavy breathing carried the smell of sulfur and soot. The remnants of the War of Wrath—the Fire of Udon—had returned to Moria!

"Roar!" Kaldor was the first to attack! Taking advantage of the Balrog's unstable footing, he unleashed a high-energy compressed storm dragon breath! The compressed wind blades left fine wounds on the Balrog's body.

"Roar!" To everyone's horror, the Balrog strode forward, bracing against Kaldor's dragon breath! It slapped Kaldor hard across the face!
The immense force sent the ferocious dragon's head flying, slamming it into the ground and leaving a deep scratch!

"Roar!" The elemental torrent successfully blocked the fire demon, which was trying to press its advantage. The fire demon staggered and turned around to find the blue elf who had ambushed it.

"Awooo! Howl!" The Balrog roared and pounced, grabbing the elven dragon's long neck and slamming it hard into the ground.

"Bang!" A large slab of stone shattered radiating from the spot where the Smurf had struck. The Smurf, still clinging to the Balrog's arm, tried to resist, but the weak dragon, with its melee combat abilities, was no match for the Balrog's monstrous strength! "Light and Shadow Slash!" Omske appeared where he was supposed to be, his sharp spear slicing through the Balrog's arm muscles. The Balrog, in pain, abandoned its desire to continue attacking the dragon and instead engaged Omske in a melee.

"Roar!" A burst of azure dragon breath blasted the fire demon away, and a dragon saddle appeared on the back of Kaldor, who had just gotten up! Caslo sat on it, holding a dragon spear.

"Back off! The situation has changed! All soldiers, leave this place!" Caslo roared, his eyes wide. The strength of this fire demon had exceeded his expectations!

"My God..." Balin was dragged away by the dwarves. He stared blankly at the Balrog, who looked like a god descending, and was filled with terror. So their ancestors had faced such a monster that could fight dragons! This was a war of natural disaster! In this war, only Tier 5 could touch the threshold of participation. The stage was mostly for Tier 6 and the behemoths of natural disaster!
"Charge!" Caslo roared, raising his dragon spear.

"Pfft!" The sharp adamantite dragon spear successfully pierced the Balrog's tough skin! Blood gushed out, and the Balrog howled as it struck Kaldor, who was trying to fight it hand-to-hand, with its heavy elbow.

"Boom!" The massive dragon body crashed to the ground, and Caslo on the dragon saddle was thrown off.

"Roar!" Enraged, Kaldor charged forward, braving the flames spewed by the Balrog, his sharp dragon claws slashing at the Balrog's skin.

"Whoosh!" A surge of azure dragon breath erupted!

"Judgment of Light and Shadow!" A giant sword in black and white descended from the sky!

"Roar!" Scorching flames swept in...

"Boom!" The three forces collided, and the shockwave from the explosion sent a group of soldiers flying.

"Roar!" The enraged elven dragon shook its head, finally regaining its senses. The Fiery Demon's brutal attack had even caused its mind to go blank...

Fueled by both old and new grudges, the Smurf frantically enveloped himself in an elemental torrent and charged towards the Balrog.

"Roar!" The Balrog, having repelled Omske, caught a glimpse of the approaching elven dragon out of the corner of its eye, then abruptly turned and raised its massive foot...

"boom!"

"Awooo~ Awooo~ Ah!" Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout Moria! The Smurf dragon was brutally trampled under the feet of the Balrog, the sounds of bones breaking and ribs snapping could be heard, and it was clear that most of her body had been crushed and caved in!
"Smurfs! Bastards! Kill!" Roland's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He drew his Dragon Slayer Sword and charged forward without hesitation. The Royal Guards behind him quickly tackled him to the ground. This was no longer a battle they should be involved in!
"Boom!" A pale green orb struck the Fire Demon's back, causing it to howl and fall forward. The Storm Dragon Kaldor's single-target forbidden spell, Annihilation Blade Domain, which he had been preparing for so long, successfully hit the Fire Demon, instantly leaving a hideous bloody hole in its back...

"A true war of natural disasters..." Floyd sighed silently as he looked at the horrific scene before him. The fate of Moria rested on this battle.

(End of this chapter)