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"Now that the Balrog has been eliminated by us, we can go to the mines of Moria."

Gandalf stroked his beard and said.

"Yes, I have long said that we should go to the mines of Moria. My uncle will definitely be enthusiastic...wait a minute!"

The dwarf Gimli originally had a smile on his face, but when he was halfway through speaking, he suddenly realized what he was saying, and his bold smile froze on his face.

"Gandalf, what does the Balrog have to do with...the mines of Moria?"

Gandalf looked at the dwarf Gimli solemnly, with comfort and sadness in his eyes.

"The Balrog was originally hiding under the mines of Moria, but now the Balrog has awakened and even came to Isengard before..."

There was no need to explain what he said clearly, everyone including the dwarf understood what he meant.

Jinli opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and two streams of hot air spurted out from his nostrils.

Finally, he tremblingly inserted the ax into his arms, silently aimed in one direction, and walked away.

Everyone didn't know how to comfort them, so they could only change the direction they had just discussed and no longer move in the direction of the Essinger Snow Mountain.

Instead, turn south from the Misty Mountains and enter the Mines of Moria.

Through the Mines of Moria, through the underground, and finally to the Pass of Rohan.

Moria is a miraculous city built by the dwarf Turin. It has been the residence of dwarves descendants of Turin for thousands of years.

This huge underground city contains a huge network of tunnels, houses, mines and halls.

Dwarves are good at crafting weapons, and mining is no problem.

Moria's inner tunnel network passes through the highest mountain, Mount Calanrath, and there are high stairs leading directly from the bottom of the mountain to the top.

Across the top of the mountain, the next shelter is Lothlorien Forest.

It was the last place where the elves lived, except for Rivendell and the mountain elves.

Galadriel, the powerful elven queen of white magic, lives there.

Because of the misfortunes that may have befallen the dwarves, there was a gloomy atmosphere among the team.

In this gloomy atmosphere, everyone was very fast and arrived at the Moria Mine before dawn.

In order to take care of the mood of the dwarf Gimli, everyone started climbing halfway up the mountain without much rest.

After reaching the mountainside, the view suddenly widened.

A dark lake lay in front of me.

Perhaps due to the influence of some unknown force, the water in the lake is not transparent, but appears a bit green and black.

Like a huge and empty eye, quiet and strange.

At the back of the lake, there are steep stone walls carved by dwarves.

Two lonely giant trees were planted next to the stone wall, and in the middle of the two giant trees was the entrance to Moria.

But now the stone gate is closed.

It happened that the moonlight was quiet at this time, and a ray of moonlight fell on the stone wall.

The huge stone door immediately lit up with a faint light, and a line of words was revealed on it.

Jinli couldn't wait any longer and read the words subconsciously.

"Gate of Turin, Lord of Moria, say friend and enter."

Because these words are written in a unique script among dwarves, Gimli's recitation is also recited in dwarf language.

It's just that the words are more like a puzzle than a spell that opens the door.

After Jinli read this sentence again, the stone door did not open.

Seeing Gimli's anxious look, Gandalf frowned and sighed, then stepped forward and touched the stone door.

Then he thought about it, raised his staff and pressed it against the stone door, and began to recite a spell.

Gimli had a look of anticipation on his face, but after Gandalf finished reading for a long time, he didn't wait for the door to open.

Gandalf was not discouraged. As a descendant of Turin, the dwarves had been divided into several branches.

There is not just one Dwarvish language either.

Perhaps the language that opened this stone door was not the language of the Lonely Mountain dwarves.

Gandalf began to speak over and over again, impatiently speaking all the Dwarven language he could know.

But the huge stone gate still didn't respond at all.

Gandalf took off his wizard hat, and the cold wind on the mountainside couldn't blow away the wrinkles between his brows.

Dubi stood at the end of the team, and in front was the mountain elf prince Raglais.

He didn't want to step forward, because in this kind of decryption operation with local characteristics, Gandalf had an obvious advantage over him.

Rather than stepping forward to cause trouble, Dolby was more concerned about the strange lake behind them.

A strong sixth sense told him that there was something under the lake, and it was a living creature.

"What is Gandalf talking about?"

The words from before drew Dolby's attention back.

The person asking the question was Lagoles, an elf.

Although he has been practicing in Middle-earth for a long time and has fought with the dwarves, he has no deep hatred.

You can even have ordinary conversations with dwarves in Dwarven language.

But the riddle on the Gate of Turin is more complex and concise than the Dwarven language used in daily life.

It's more like proverbs and ancient sayings than riddles.

He couldn't understand or understand.

"It's a riddle written in Dwarven language, which probably means..."

Dolby translated for the handsome elf boy in the common language of Middle-earth.

Only then did Arglas understand.

"MELLON?"

"what?"

Dolby failed to hear the whisper in Raglace's mouth.

The handsome elf boy repeated it loudly.

"I'm talking about friends, friends in the Elvish language - MELLON!"

With this elven voice, a huge stone door opened, and behind the faint light was a dark cave.

Gandalf suddenly understood after hearing Raglais's words and the reaction of the stone door in front of him.

Originally, the relationship between elves and dwarves was quite harmonious, at least compared to humans, they were closer.

But at a certain period of time, the dwarves had done something "treacherous and unjust for the sake of profit".

It was precisely because of that incident that the elves and dwarves began to be hostile to each other from that time on.

Therefore, in the eyes of dwarves, elves, at least elves who are not friends, are absolutely impossible to say the word friend to dwarves.

But if you really say "friend" in Elvish language, then it means that this person must be a real friend.

For true friends, the dwarves welcome them into Moria.

"…with good intentions."

Gandalf touched his beard and could only comment like this.

Gimli glanced gratefully at the elf Raglais behind the team, and then led the way into the dark mine entrance.

"Let's go in too."

Gandalf lit up the faint illumination spell and entered second, followed closely by the other members of the Fellowship of the Ring, each with their weapons ready.

Not long after everyone entered the pothole, the originally calm lake began to ripple. Several water lines crossed the quiet lake surface, and then it returned to calm.

It seemed as if a few giant pythons had just hidden under the water, but then returned to the bottom of the lake again.

The entire Fellowship of the Ring, including Dolby, did not know what was happening in the lake, and they were all moving forward vigilantly.

There are two wizards in the whole team, one is at the head and the other is at the end.

Let the white light that is not dazzling envelope the surroundings of the entire team.

With the light of the illumination technique, everyone could see clearly that there was a wide stone staircase in front of them.

It doesn't look crude, but is very solid and complete, with a hint of roughness, very much in line with the dwarf's style.

But after seeing the scene in front of them clearly, the members of the Ring Guard team who had been here before felt their hearts sink slightly.

Because there is no one.

As far as the eye can see, there is only dust and dry cobwebs all over the ground.

Beyond his eyes there was only endless darkness, without a trace of human smoke or firelight.

Walking along the steps to the end, there is a huge stone hall paved with stone bricks.

The stone hall was held up high by several thick stone pillars. As the faint light shone, the walls shone like stars.

Those are crystals arranged on the pits by the dwarves one by one according to the stars in the sky.

There are also huge stone tables and wide chairs.

It can be seen that this is the dwarf's living room or conference room.

But now, it is the grave of the dwarves.

"No!"

Gimli let out a mournful cry.

Because the entire stone pit was covered with corpses. These corpses had thick skeletons but were not tall. They were still wearing broken armor, and rotten and rusty training weapons were scattered everywhere.

Like the door, it was also covered with cobwebs and dust. The dwarves in the stone hall had been dead for a long time.

"It's not true!"

The dwarf warrior Gimli knelt down, put down his axe, knelt in front of the bones and cried bitterly.

"This is an orc's weapon."

Aragorn picked up a broken throwing ax, observed it carefully for a moment, and came to a conclusion.

"It's Sauron!"

Gimli raised his head, his eyes filled with tears and unyielding hatred.

When everyone saw him like this, they didn't know how to comfort him.

At the same time, he did not blame him for making too much noise just now, which might attract the orc army.

Being able to have this kind of thought and attitude, in addition to sharing the same enemy, is because Dolby and Gandalf worked together to kill the legendary demon Balrog.

Even the Balrog can be killed by a mere orc army, and they are no longer as worried and afraid as they used to be.

But Gandalf was not as optimistic as the rest of the Fellowship of the Ring.

After all, he already knew that Dolby's previous transformation was rare.

"Gandalf?"

Aragorn looked solemnly at the darkness in the distance and retreated to Gandalf's side.

"If there are orcs here, do we need to change our route?"

Jinli didn't speak either. The pain of suddenly losing his relatives and kin did not make him lose his mind.

He knew that escorting the ring to Mount Doom was more important than revenge.

In other words, throwing the Supreme Lord of the Rings into the lava of Mount Doom is the greatest revenge.

Gan Dao did not express his position immediately, but glanced at Dubi first.

Doobie nodded.

It can be seen from these bones that the war between dwarves and orcs has passed for a long time.

The original reason why Gandalf did not choose to take this path was because of the evil power of the Balrog hidden in the deepest parts of Moria.

Now that the Balrog has been slaughtered, even if there is an orc's lair ahead.

With the current strength of the Ring Guard Team, even if they are defeated, they can at least retreat calmly.

Gandalf and Dooby came to an agreement, and so did the rest of the Fellowship of the Ring.

Gandalf raised his staff and walked in front, using magic to dispel the darkness and illuminate the road ahead.

At the same time, he also drew his long sword, ready to kill the enemy at any time.

Only by being in it can you realize what a huge underground world Moria is.

This city hidden in the darkness is far more majestic and the terrain is more complex than the above-ground kingdom built by humans.

The road was very winding, but luckily among the team there was a dwarf warrior named Gimli who had lived here for a while.

There are also two wizards who can illuminate continuously.

Even so, because the plank roads and stone bridges were rugged, steep, and complicated, the Ring Guard team was not moving very fast.

In particular, there are many stone bridges that are only as wide as one person, but span over the abyss. On both sides are pitch-black, bottomless cliffs.

The four little hobbits looked pale, but they still gritted their teeth and walked over tremblingly.

Because compared to the beginning, Moria has been continuously mined by the descendants of dwarves.

Digging was done wherever there was a mine, and the miners had ropes to pull them, so some stone bridges broke while walking.

Some roads are stopped midway because there are no more mineral deposits ahead.

It was pitch black inside the mine, with no sun or moon rising or setting.

Many roads become dead ends while walking, and everyone has to give up halfway, go back again, and choose a new road to continue moving forward.

The deep darkness, the quiet atmosphere, and countless returns are all factors that seriously damage the morale of the team.

But fortunately, the members of the World Team are all elites who have fought countless life and death battles and have strong minds.

Even the four hobbits, who have always lived in peace with the world, have an open-minded optimism that ordinary people don't have.

And it’s not like they don’t have “entertainment projects.”

For example, after just having a full meal and resting for a while, several warriors in the team, including Boromir, Raglais and Gimli.

They all looked at each other in a tacit understanding, then stood up and came to Aragorn at the same time.

Seeing their figures, Aragorn's face suddenly turned pale, and he warned in a stern voice.

"It's not time yet, don't come over, otherwise I won't be polite!"

Boromir was originally at odds with him because of his status as the heir to the throne of Aragon.

But now along the way, I seem to be impressed by Aragorn's words and deeds, and I have become a lot closer to him, and I have become like a good friend for many years.

But now Boromir had a bad smile on his face, and he chuckled as he slowly approached.

"Aragorn, you know, we are here for your own good.

And after all, you can't resist. Instead, you might as well be obedient, which might also be a kind of enjoyment! "

"You fart!

If you have the ability, try it! "

Aragorn saw that they were serious about it. Thinking of everything that happened in the past few days, Aragorn's face became paler.

"Keep your voice down, what if we attract the orc army?"

The elf prince looked serious, but said with a smile in his eyes.

"Besides, this is the mines of Moria. Even if you scream until your throat is broken, no one can come to "rescue" you!

It’s better to let us…”