The riding and chopping simulator of the Lord of the Rings

Chapter 226 Accident
Mithril, forged by the dwarves, stretches like copper, but hardens to steel after it is finished, and is lighter than steel. After being polished, it can last for thousands of years without losing its luster.

Men called it truesilver, dwarves called Moria silver, and elves named this special metal Mithril, and crafted one exquisite work after another out of it.

It is said that Nengya, the "ring of water" among the three elves, is made of mithril.

In the past when Moria was still brightly lit, the price of mithril was comparable to ten times its weight in gold.And after Durin's family was forced to abandon Moria, this metal had no source, and it became an invaluable treasure in Middle-earth.

Even the dwarves who recaptured the Lonely Mountain don't have much inventory, so it can be said that if you use a little, you can use a little less.

Therefore, even Dyne, who came from the royal family of Durin, had a shocked expression on his face when he looked at the shelves full of mithril ingots in the stone room.

Born in Iron Hills, he had never seen such a scene before, and Allen knew this feeling very well.

When he saw the dwarven treasure for the first time in the Seraier Hall, Allen also had the same experience. He still remembered the feeling of being shocked by wealth.

On the other hand, Ouyin and Ori wandered around the finished product area with excited faces, looking for items suitable for them.

Most of the completed works are excellently forged mithril armor, and all of them are in the style of dwarves.

Allen guessed that it should be because of the sudden attack of the Balrog that the dwarves had to give up this area immediately, and left these armors here in extreme desperation.

Therefore, today Oyin and Ori have the opportunity to choose slowly,
I saw the two of them helping each other, first slowly put on a piece of silver and gorgeous chain mail.

Then they each put on a shiny helmet with a square shape.

All the movements of the two of them were careful, avoiding any movement louder than the sound of footsteps when wearing the armor.

After that, the two of them set their eyes on the armor shelf next to the wall in unison, where there were several sets of gleaming silver plate armor waiting for them to choose.

And Dyne, who had regained his senses, quickly joined the ranks of choosing equipment. Even Dyne, who was the king of the Iron Hills, did not have a set of Mithril armor of his own.

Now, it's hard to come across such an opportunity, it's better to hurry up and choose a set for yourself.

Moreover, leaving these priceless treasures here will only benefit the half-orcs who occupy this place one day in the future.

Dyne felt that what can be taken away, of course, must be taken away.

However, Allen and his elf subordinates are not very interested in armor. After all, those are dwarf styles, and humans and elves cannot wear them.

Especially those helmets and plate armors that consume a lot of space. Allen felt that it was too troublesome to carry them and the cost performance was not high, so he gave up his plan to take them away.

However, Alan didn't let go of the remaining sets of chain mail, and took them away. This thing doesn't consume any positions.

And the main goal of his trip was the mithril ingots on the shelves.

Allen thinks this thing is the most space-saving and the most convenient wealth to carry.

And in order to prevent the metal ingots from colliding with each other and making too much noise during the transportation.

Allen, who had scouted once in advance, prepared a well-cut velvet and fifteen wooden boxes.

Let the Noldor Ranger who came with him wrap the mithril ingots properly with soft velvet, and finally put them neatly in the box.

In this way, when you leave here later, you can minimize the risk.

As for himself, he was always monitoring the sleeping Balrog, so as not to encounter sudden attacks when everyone was busy.

For this search, Allen brought 36 Noldor Rangers and let them be the main force for transporting Mithril.

As for the three dwarves, after Alan saw the dwarf-style mithril armor, he specially called them over, and told them that it would be best to choose one for Thorin.

In addition, Allen also called Horimion and five Twilight Knights who used the sapphire rune bow to prepare for the battle.

The rest of the Twilight Knight and the Maiden Ranger were arranged by Allen to the west side of the Kazadum Bridge to guard the group's retreat.

According to his plan, after getting enough mithril for future use this time, he will let others leave first.

And he and Horimion stayed behind to lure the Balrog out, and after arriving at the Kazadum Bridge to join the others, they fought this ancient demon on the east side of the bridge.

As for how to lure the Balrog out, it's too simple, as long as you stand at the entrance of the third valley and say some rubbish, it's probably enough.

What a lackey of Morgoth.

Cowards run away from the battlefield.

The flaming reptile that hides deep underground all year round.

Allen estimated that there would always be a sentence that the Balrog would like, and he would definitely chase and kill him with sparks and lightning all the way.

Moreover, Allen also analyzed the Balrog hiding in Moria very rigorously, and always felt that his speed was not as fast as the legend said.

Because when the Fellowship of the Ring escaped from Moria, this guy couldn't even run a hobbit. The speed of this journey was far from comparable to when he saved Morgoth, and he probably couldn't fly.

Allen analyzed that the Corrupt Maya he had to face might have been injured during the Battle of Wrath.

The terrifying figure he is using now may have been shot in the knee by an arrow, so he had to run in front of the army of Valinor, and then hid under the dark mountain, terrified all day long.

These creatures, which are about to sleep for many years at every turn, probably don't know what the current situation in Middle-earth is.

He probably didn't know that the Valar living in Valinor had already half-abandoned this land, so they obediently stayed in their hidden places.

Therefore, judging from the current information, Allen feels that even if he can't beat him, there is no problem in running away.

In fact, at the very beginning, Allen also considered the way to drive away wolves and tigers, that is, the water watcher entrenched at the Gate of Durin.

But the problem is that even though Allen knows many things about Middle-earth, he has not confirmed the camp of the big octopus anywhere.

What he was worried about was that the two people, one fire and one water, would not pinch each other after meeting each other, but would join forces to mess with themselves, and then there would really be no way to get into the water.

Therefore, this plan can only be given up. As for the nameless things living in Moria, Allen has not considered them.

God knows what they are. In Gandalf's mouth, he just described that they would all dim the sunlight shining on the earth, and Alan didn't want to provoke them.

"Woo~ woo~~"

Suddenly, a burst of intermittent horn sounds floated melodiously from the upper layer of Moria to Alan's position.

This sound does not seem to be blown in battle, because it does not have the solemn sense of solemnity and the sense of urgency that urges the soldiers to move forward.

The melody of this horn sound gave people a feeling of complacency, as if a guy with a bad brain suddenly defeated the enemy, and then made a noise to let all the younger brothers know that he had won.

But when the sound reached Alan's ears, it was no less than a thunder that exploded the world.

Under his gaze, the Balrog, who had been sleeping all this time, also opened those yellow eyes that were glowing with fire when he heard the sound.

The huge shadow lying on the rock closed its eyes again soon after waking up, as if it was quite familiar with the noise.

However, before Alan breathed a sigh of relief, he comforted his beating heart, and those yellow eyes opened again.

Not only that, the huge shadow that was originally lying on the ground stood up quickly.

Seeing this scene, Allen decisively terminated his ability, and growled at the people who were still busy behind him.

"Run~~!!"

Then Allen took Horimion and the Twilight Knight and took the lead on the stairs leaving the forging area.

It's time to implement a backup plan for the unexpected.

And following Alan's order, the Noldor rangers who were holding the mithril ingots also stopped their movements in an instant, picked up the box around them neatly, and followed Alan's footsteps.

The three dwarves who had just picked out their equipment were caught by two Noldor Rangers before they could react, and quickly left the stone room where the finished products were stored.

In long-distance marches, the endurance of the dwarves is still commendable, but when sprinting for a short distance, the short legs of the dwarves can't stand upside down. faster.

And Alan, who was the first to step on the stairs, sprinted to a third of the distance, and the angry roar of the Balrog rang from the abyss on the right side of the stairs.

After a while, the flame that broke through the darkness clearly reflected in Allen's eyes, and rushed up along the wall quickly.

At this time, a good news and a bad news were in front of Allen.

The good news is that this Balrog is indeed as Allen guessed, he can't fly, but must use the help of his limbs to complete the movement in the cave.

The bad news is that this flaming black monster climbed very fast with both hands and feet, far exceeding Allen's imagination.

And Allen, who was running at a high speed, just glanced at the abyss below, and rushed to the platform opposite the forging area without stopping.

Then he quickly moved away from the stairs, and shouted down the trash talk he had prepared.

"A lackey of Morgoth."

"A coward fleeing from battle."

"The flaming reptile that hides deep underground all year round."

Allen, who left the forging area at the first time, naturally did not want to be able to run at the forefront when he was running for his life.

He wanted to attract Balrog's attention, keep him away from the not-so-strong staircase, and buy time for his subordinates to escape.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the staircase isolated in the air cannot withstand a blow from the Balrog.

Unsurprisingly, as Allen's voice continued to echo in the cave, the flame paused for a while, and rushed towards him at top speed.

And the surrounding temperature rose rapidly as the black figure approached.

The Balrog who was climbing on the rock wall at this time was not awakened by the sound of the orc's horn.

For this meaningless voice would resound in Moria at intervals during the thousand years that he had driven the dwarves away.

At first, because of the interruption of his deep sleep, he would angrily go to the upper floor to kill some black and black people, but the half-orcs who were also under Morgoth let out a bad breath to let these scum know that they were bothering him as a result of.

But as time passed, and those half-orcs didn't understand the meaning of the Balrog at all, they never stopped making noise after being killed.

On the contrary, it was because of the powerful power of the Balrog that he worshiped this black fire monster entrenched in the depths as a god.

That's right, to a certain extent, the life level of this Balrog is not lower than that of the half-orc Dark Lord, Sauron.

And after that, the Balrog didn't care about the occasional sound of the horn, and just turned over and continued to sleep when he was woken up. Anyway, those dregs never dared to enter his habitat.

However, today, the Balrog who woke up from a deep sleep felt dozens of different auras above his head.

From the Balrog's point of view, those auras are a bit weird, most of them don't look like the rhythms that exist in the grand movement, but they are not the creation of his big brother Melko either.

More like Iluvatar's firstborn, but different.

And the other four, three of which the Balrog was familiar with, were the creations of Villaoli, who had killed many of these squawking creatures and driven them out of the mountain not long ago.

But the last one was a little unclear, so he walked out of his cave and walked up the cliff to see what was disturbing his sleep, and sent them away from Arda by the way.

Afterwards, the Balrog who was climbing heard the trash talk Allen yelled, and he experienced three emotions of doubt, fear, and anger within three sentences.

He wondered that the Valarin spoken among the Ainu had not been heard since the War of Wrath.

The fear is that he thinks that his hiding place has been found out by the army of Vera, and the person shouting from above is Mai Ya who came to hunt him down.

As for the anger, after he understood the meaning of the words, he didn't feel the same kind of breath nearby.

And the shouter, no matter how you look at it, is just an ordinary human being.

The power aura contained in his body is very weak, not even comparable to that old guy who wandered around in Moria before.

Such a weak existence dared to humiliate itself with Ainu's language. This kind of thing made the Balrog who had been hiding underground for many years unbearable.

Most importantly, he can be sure that the opponent does not belong to the Vala's army, because Ainu does not have such a weak existence.

Of course, Allen didn't know how much hatred the simulator's translation function had added to himself at this time.

When he saw that his subordinates had already carried the boxes and left the stairs, Alan's heart was half relieved.

Afterwards, he stared at the Balrog which was getting closer and closer, and when the black figure suddenly jumped up the cliff, he attacked two chain lightning bolts that had been accumulated for a long time.

And those who moved faster than Allen were the Twilight Knights 100 meters behind him. They shot six arrows full of frost power at Balrog.

At this time, the Balrog had just stood firm on the edge of the cliff.

　Ainu is the general term for the Vala and Maya clans.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)