"Welcome, respected Dragon Rider General!" Thorin warmly received Kaslo.
"Hello, respected King Shanxia! I am here to inform Lord Bahrain about the expedition rendezvous." Caslo explained his purpose.
"Oh? You mean the expedition to Moria? King Roland is ready?" Thorin thought for a second and then remembered this.
"Yes, my lord has assembled the army, and now we are just waiting for Balin and the others." Caslo pointed out that Roland was ready and all that was missing was the dwarves.
"They have been preparing for a long time, but they have been collecting dry food these days. I sent someone to ask them if they can set off." Thorin did not pay much attention to this aspect. He had become the King under the Mountain and realized his ambitions and wishes. Although he agreed with the icing on the cake such as regaining Moria, he was not in a hurry. After all, the Dwarf Kingdom had once again stood tall in the Lonely Mountain. Even if Moria could not be regained, they still had a home to return to, so Thorin was now in a very relaxed state of mind.
"Thank you..." Caslo nodded.
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"Oh! My God! Knight Kaslo, you actually came here in person? We are really honored!" Balin shouted as soon as he saw Kaslo.
A group of dwarves were shouting in disorder, and Kaslo suddenly felt a headache. After all, the dwarves were also proud to witness the greatest professional dragon knight in the world with their own eyes!
After finally calming down the dwarves, Kaslo finally had time to ask his own question: "So... are you preparing to set off?"
Looking at the dwarf warriors in armor, with dried meat hanging on their shields, blocks of cheese on the tips of their spears, and large pieces of black bread on their backs, Caslo couldn't help grinning. So, are these dwarf warriors going on a trip?
"Yes! It took us a lot of effort to prepare these dry rations! After all, it is not a good thing to let soldiers suffer from their stomachs. Black bread baked with fresh barley! The best dwarf roasted meat jerky! The mellow dwarf goat cheese without a drop of water!" Balin introduced them to Caslo with great enthusiasm.
"Well... if you and your men are ready, then please join us outside the city of Rapids. My king has already led the army out of the city this morning..." Three black lines hung down Kaslo's head. They had clearly agreed to set off today, but this group of honest dwarves were still carefully packing their rations.
"Oh! Dragon God! What's that?" Kaslo saw a shocking sight: a dwarf carrying an oak barrel taller than himself. From the sound of it, it was filled with liquid. As for what it could be, the dwarf couldn't be carrying a bucket of water, could he?
"Ah! The best dwarven beer! This is the source and motivation of our strength! With it, the boys will be more motivated!" Balin said generously.
"..." Caslo suddenly considered whether he should give up this expedition. No matter how he looked at it, this group of dwarves seemed very unreliable. Compared with the image of the dwarves that Thorin had brought with him at the beginning, it was a world of difference.
"Good fellow... drinking in a state of war... His Highness might kill someone..." Caslo wiped the cold sweat from his head. Perhaps only dwarves would be so fierce. According to the military law of Lagrande, drinking is not allowed during the war unless it is for courage before a war or to celebrate victory after the war. After all, drunkenness and mistakes are no joke, and military and national affairs are not something that one person can handle alone.
"You humans have so many rules! How can my men have the strength to fight the enemy without drinking?"
"Floy! Oli! Oyin! Call our boys to gather! Let's go and defeat those demons!" Balin said with full energy, waving his battle axe.
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"May you have a smooth journey and return safely!" Thorin bowed slightly as he escorted the group to the outskirts of Iluber.
"Give my regards to King Roland, and thank him for helping our clan regain our lost territory." Thorin bowed deeply to Kaslo.
"I will pass it on. I will go and inform my king to prepare." After nodding in greeting, Kaslo blew the dragon flute. The green Cardo broke through the void, and the slender and agile dragon body appeared in front of everyone.
"Ang!" Accompanied by a long dragon roar, the wind dragon took Caslo's figure away.
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"What's going on?" Roland sat on a tree stump, trimming his nails with a dagger. Seeing Kaslo falling from the sky, Roland asked boredly.
"Um... they have already set off..." Thinking of the appearance of the dwarves, Caslo couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He decided to leave it for His Highness to see and not describe it himself. He was afraid that after he described it to King Roland, Roland would directly take the soldiers back to the city.
"Oh my God, these dwarves are so arrogant!" Roland complained helplessly. He and his 600 men had been outside in the wind all morning, and the dwarves had just started to set off.
"Let's wait for them a little longer... We've been waiting for the whole morning anyway." Omsk rubbed his stiff neck and advised.
"This is the only way. We can't just go back home now, right?" Roland said something that made him regret it later. If only he had done so at the beginning.
"..." Caslo glanced at Roland, swallowed, and finally did not speak.
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"Your Highness, the dwarves are catching up!" Caslo rode his horse up to Roland and said to him.
"Thank God, they are finally here... Do you know how frustrating it was for me to walk this way?" Roland sighed. The group had been walking for half a day and probably hadn't even covered 20 miles. In order to wait for the dwarves to catch up, their pace was almost as slow as a sightseeing trip.
"Okay, let's rest here and wait for our friends!" Roland waved his hand and signaled everyone to stop and rest.
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"Oh my God! What is that!" Roland saw the oak barrel that was as tall as a person (human height!) from a distance.
"Oh! Dragon God! Are the dwarves planning to have a picnic?" Roland was stunned after seeing the dry goods hanging on the spears and shields. So these "little cuties" were planning to go out for a meal?
"Oh! King Roland is so happy to see you!" Balin ran over and opened his arms.
"Hey! Balin, I need an explanation!" Roland pointed at the dwarf army that looked like armed farmers and asked.
"Oh! There's no other way. We don't have space rings to store food. As everyone knows, our dwarven alchemists have almost died out. There are not many space storage equipment left. We can't be so extravagant as to use them to store food." Balin looked at Roland and his group with empty hands and realized that they must have loaded all the baggage into the space equipment. After all, everyone knew that there was a wise man in the City of Rapids.
"Then how do you explain all that wine?" Roland's face darkened. He didn't want his allies to be a bunch of drunks when he encountered an accident.
"Oh! You also know our situation. It is simply too difficult to ask the dwarves to fight without the nourishment of alcohol." Balin shrugged.
"..." Roland was speechless. It was true that there was nothing you could do when you met a group of people who loved drinking alcohol like drinking water.
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