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

"Then it's settled! We'll go through the east gate!" Roland took a bite of the bread filled with fragrant roasted meat and sighed contentedly. It was much more comfortable to have a full stomach than an empty one.

“Bahrain, we are not far from your goal of restoring your nation!” Roland gazed in the direction of the bridge, his eyes deep and far-reaching.

“Ah! Yes! Thank you for your help along the way! If it weren’t for you… we would have no hope of restoring our kingdom! Kassaduam would never have been able to welcome back his people, and the remains of our ancestors would still be here to be desecrated by evil spirits!” Bahrain said gratefully.

"..." Roland silently gazed at Balin. How could this resilient old dwarf know that in that parallel world without him, he single-handedly led dozens of dwarves to reclaim the city at his own expense! The only flaw was that they hadn't dealt with the Balrog...

"Bless you!" Roland murmured in his heart. These tenacious dwarves had thrived and multiplied in Middle-earth, fighting against the elves and conquering the darkness! They worshipped Turin! This was the Longbearded Dwarf Clan! Rulers of Caesardoom! Owners of the Kingdom Beneath the Mountain! Lords of the Iron Hills! They were the descendants of Turin!

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"Get a good night's sleep. We're just one last battle away from reclaiming this place!" Roland patted Balin on the shoulder. Balin was still staring at the fallen remains of the Balrog, unable to contain his excitement.

"Thank you for your concern, King Roland!" Balin quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled.

"It's alright! Take a good rest! If we win the next battle..." Roland gave him an encouraging look.

"King of Moria—Bahrain! I will witness your coronation as the King of the Kingdom of Lagrang! I will personally crown you!" Roland said with a smile.

"Thank you... thank you!" Balin stammered. He had never dared to dream of the throne! But now it was within his grasp.

"Think about it! The brilliant and ambitious Thorin Oakenshield sits atop Lonely Mountain, ruling the kingdom below! And you, Balin! The brave and fearless restorer of your kingdom! You will return to Moria as a descendant of Turin and inherit the throne here!" Roland said solemnly.

“I believe Thorin will bless you! After all, he doesn’t have the ability or skill to rule such a large territory! In terms of seniority and achievements, no one is more suitable to sit on this throne than you! Don’t put too much pressure on yourself!” Roland smiled and patted Balin on the shoulder to help him relax.

"Can I really do it?" Balin's trembling beard betrayed his excitement.

“Of course! Unless you go and search for the Seven Commandments of the Dwarves on your own!” Roland said to himself in the last sentence.

“Balin! Take my advice: do not venture out of your territory alone, and do not seek the Seven Rings of Power left by your ancestors! It will do you no good! Sauron has been searching for the Seven Rings of Power of the Dwarves! If you do not wish to bring another catastrophe upon Moria!” Roland solemnly warned Balin.

"I will!" Balin pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Balin always kept his promises! The dwarves' reputation was as unwavering as their stubbornness. As long as Balin didn't do anything reckless, Moria would definitely be a significant asset in the future War of the Ring! The historical situation where the North and South were blocked from supporting each other by the Misty Mountains would never happen again! The crisis facing the North was even more terrifying than that facing the South!
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"We've arrived at Massabour Hall!" Roland said, after all, this was his second time here.

“Yes, once we cross here we will see the bridge!” Bahrain said.

"The Bridge of Turin is quite a wonder of Moria!" Roland said to Balin. It was that Bridge of Turin that killed Balrog and Gandalf, but it was also that bridge that gave Gandalf a new life!
"Safe!" Carlos, sword in hand, approached Roland. He had just checked the surroundings and found nothing dangerous. "Let's go, get out of here! Quickly cross the bridge and we'll storm the Royal Palace!" Roland shook his head and said to his men.

"If I remember correctly, the Royal Palace should lead directly to the East Gate, right?" Roland pondered for a moment before asking.

“That’s right! The Royal Hall does indeed lead directly to the East Gate! Once you pass through the Royal Hall, you can leave through the East Gate!” Balin nodded.

“Let’s go! Let’s cross the bridge first!” Roland said to Balin.

"It's terrible! Your Highness! Something's happened on the other side of the bridge! Orcs are gathering! They've actually started gathering on the other side!" Omske suddenly rushed over.

"What's going on? How did the orcs know?" Roland asked in surprise.

"Our advance party alerted the orcs! They left sentries on this side of the bridge!" Omske clenched his fists. He had come to get reinforcements! He had originally planned to go alone to clear out the orcs on the other side, but he discovered that a large area of ​​land at both ends of the bridge had fine cracks! These orcs had clearly not maintained the bridge! If they accidentally used too much force, the bridge would collapse! Omske felt like he wanted to die!

"What? Quick! Get everyone together and rush over there! We can't let them destroy the bridge! Otherwise, we won't be able to get across!" Balin said anxiously. In the past, the bridge wasn't the only way to the other side, but so many years had passed in Kessauds, and those wooden bridges from back then were long gone and completely damaged! If the bridge was destroyed, they would have to go down into the mine to find the Endless Stairs, climb the mountain, and reach the East Gate!

"Quickly! Rangers! Ambush the enemy!" Roland dispatched Lordaeron rangers to intercept them, as these lightly armed rangers were faster and more agile!
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"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Ding Dong!"

When Roland and his men arrived, there were at least dozens of corpses piled up on the other side of the Turin Bridge.

"Help! City guards! Shoot them down!" the rangers shouted hoarsely. Although the short distance of a few dozen meters was not enough for the javelins to be fully effective, the Lagrange City Guards' crossbows were just within their range!

"Thud!" A barrage of crossbow bolts rained down, instantly halting the orcs' surging momentum.

"Cross the bridge! We'll provide cover! Stop the giant trolls!" a ranger captain shouted after drawing his longbow and felling a giant troll.

Everyone was gripped by fear as the giant ogre appeared in their field of vision. If that guy's warhammer were to strike even once, the bridge would fall apart. Roland declared that he would take the same surname as the orc from now on.

"Kill!" A group of dwarves quickly ran over, raising their battle axes to clear away any orcs that tried to approach, and quickly throwing the corpses off the cliff to prevent them from collapsing the land around the bridge and causing a landslide.

"Royal Guards, split into a squad! Cross the bridge quickly! Stop the giant ogres!" Roland's eyes blazed with fury as he watched the giant ogres that had sent the dwarves flying.