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

Chapter 272 The War of Natural Disasters (Part 4)

"Ah! You beast! I judge you in the name of the heroes of Lagrang!" Omske roared, covering his entire body with battle aura before slamming into the Balrog...

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"Bahrain! Hurry!" Roland anxiously pulled at Bahrain.

"Damn it! The road is blocked!" Balin stared in disbelief at the passage in front of him that was filled with stones.

"Damn it! What's going on?" Roland couldn't help but swear.

“My God…it must have been the aftershocks of the battle that knocked down these rock arches! We have to move them, Your Highness!” a royal guard said after careful examination.

"What are you standing there for! Use your skills to blast them open!" Roland commanded the Royal Guards.

"No! Your Highness! Wait!" Several guards quickly grabbed Roland, who was about to draw his sword and attack.

"Why are you letting them go! They're still waiting for our help!" Roland said unhappily, as he was tightly locked up.

"Your Highness, are you crazy! If you do it again, what if these illegal buildings by the dwarves collapse and we're all buried?" Several royal guards were almost in tears. If such a thing really happened, who would they complain to?

"What illegal building? This is the magnificent achievement of dwarven industry!" Balin was so angry at these words that he glared and bristled.

"This..." Roland glanced at the pile of rubble in front of him and felt that what they said made sense. Although he did not understand engineering and architecture, he knew that load-bearing walls could not be removed, otherwise they would definitely be buried inside.

"That's right! Balin, aren't you dwarves natural masters of underground construction? Do you think there's any way to fix this?" Roland slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing that the expert was right next to him! He quickly pulled Balin over to have him take a look.

"Wait a minute, let me see!" Balin took out a small hammer and tapped the stones left and right, while listening to the sound of the stones.

“It should be able to be moved without the risk of collapse, but it’s still better to be careful!” Balin said to Roland as he put away the small hammer.

"Forget it, let us do it! We know more about digging than you do!" Balin said to Roland. Rather than letting humans waste their time, it's better to let the digging experts do it!

"This is troublesome! Speed ​​things up! Our people are waiting! And this is also related to whether you can reclaim your homeland!" Roland said, looking into Bahrain's eyes.

“I know what’s important! The dwarves won’t let you down!” Balin nodded heavily.

"Children! It's time for us to use our skills! Clear this road! For Kassaduam! For our home!" Balin encouraged the dwarves behind him.

"King Roland! Please send your men to transport the quarried stones!" Balin said to Roland.

"Ok!"

"Ding Ling Guang Lang!"

"Ding Ling Guang Lang!"

The dwarves put down their axes and picked up their pickaxes, striking the rocks with each stroke, causing countless stone fragments to scatter and stone chips to fly everywhere!

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"Where are His Highness and the others?" Caslo asked, glancing at Omsk during a lull in the fight. "They went to find Black Arrow!" Omsk gasped.

"Will it work?" asked the thick-skinned Flame Demon Caslo with some concern.

“That thing has slain dragons!” Omsk’s words dispelled Kaslow’s doubts.

"It seems we need to buy them some more time!" Caslo shook his head and rejoined the battle against the Balrog.

"Crack!" A flaming whip lashed out beside Omske. Had he not rolled several meters to the side, that whip would have surely killed him half to death!
"Damn it!" Omske cursed as he parried the incoming whip with his sword. Perhaps it was his sixth-tier aura that frightened the fire demon, because the fire demon was incredibly cautious! It would rather take a hit from Kaldor than give him a chance to get close.

"Alas...what a pity!" Omske sighed and retreated, continuing to look for an opportunity to assassinate the Flame Demon. The surging battle aura in his palm then dimmed.

"Help! Omske! I need to rest!" Kaslo gasped as he retreated from the Balrog's attack range. He stared in horror at the two enormous creatures still locked in combat. Almost half a day had passed, and both had only managed to leave countless scars on each other! Their terrifying stamina and vitality were truly remarkable!
"This Balrog has too much combat experience! It's as slippery as an eel!" Caslo complained to Omsk with a look of resentment.

"You're facing a survivor of the War of Wrath! If you didn't have some skill, the Allied Forces would have slaughtered you long ago!" Omske smiled nonchalantly. It was precisely because of this Balrog's rich combat experience that it was able to fight against multiple forces at the same time.

"Rest now, leave it to me! I can hold it off for a while longer!" Omske said with immense pride. He was a sixth-tier hero of the Lagrange Empire! He had every right to say that!
"Get lost!" After splitting the two behemoths apart with a single sword strike, Omsk came to Kaldor's side.

"You can't keep going like this for long!" Kaldo revealed the truth in one sentence. Omsk's heroic sword strike came at the cost of a significant reduction in the duration of the battle.

"There's no other way! We can't give it a chance! I have to hold it off! Or kill it!" Omske's eyes blazed with murderous intent.

"It's very cautious. Even if it trades wounds with me, it won't give you a chance to get close! It knows you can really kill it!" Kaldor shook his massive head. The fire demon opposite him wasn't stupid! It knew the Storm Dragon didn't have any powerful single-target dragon language forbidden spells, so it could fight him with peace of mind. But it wouldn't let Omske get close to it at will. It could sense that Omske truly possessed the ability to kill it.

"Is there any way to trap it?" Omske licked his lips and grinned maliciously.

"Earth and wood elemental dragons can do it, but I can't!" Kaldo said helplessly.

"Perhaps the Smurf could... but she's seriously injured!" Kaldor said worriedly, looking towards the Fourth Hall. After all, she was his own kind. Although this young female dragon liked to play around and act recklessly, she was still a member of the dragon race, and as a senior, Kaldor had an obligation to take care of her.

"You are weary? You feel powerless! You cannot finish me off! I am the Balrog! I am the Fire of Udon! I am the Scourge!" The Balrog taunted them arbitrarily, stretching out its long, thick claws to scoop up a stream of magma from the abyss...

"Stop it!" Kaldo was the first to rush forward.

"Die!" Omske and Kaslo followed closely behind, unleashing a battle aura blade.

"Boom!" The Balrog was knocked away by Kaldor, and at the same time, the magma scattered all over the ground, but some of it was still successfully absorbed into the Balrog's body.

"Damn it! This guy is healing himself!" Omske and Kaslo almost vomited blood from anger as they watched the Balrog's scars slowly heal and disappear.

"Roar!" Kaldor roared back, not to be outdone, and a large amount of wind element began to gather towards him, gradually forming a blue tornado around him!

"Roar!" The Balrog sensed something was wrong and tried to stop Kaldor's actions, but unexpectedly, the tornado dissipated in the next moment, and Kaldor appeared in front of everyone in a completely new form.

"You're not the only one who can heal yourself! How about my skill, 'Born from the Wind'?" Kaldo looked at the Flame Demon with a cold smile.

(End of this chapter)