Early the next morning, when Zhang Yao got up, Aragon and Frodo had already left.

The departure of Aragon and the others did not alarm Zhang Yao, because for Zhang Yao, these people are just chess pieces, even these people are jumping and happy, and they can't jump out of the chessboard made of the world after all.

"We have limited time, we can get to the Moriath pit in five days, can we do it?" After eating breakfast, Zhang Yao wiped his mouth with a white gauze towel, and his tone was very indifferent, but there was no doubt in the ears of the black-armored warrior.

The pit of Moria, the territory of the dwarves, is also 1,300 miles away from Bril. This distance includes countless mountains and forests and dangerous places, and the dwarves and humans are not allied, this distance of 1,300 miles is by no means as simple as it says.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The black-armored warriors whispered orders, and then quickly prepared one by one. After watching Zhang Yao get into the carriage, and then all the cavalry opened the way in front, and the pedestrians encountered along the way rushed away directly on horseback, causing bursts of exclamations in the jumping of chickens and dogs.

Zhang Yao's order to rush to Moriah on the fifth day brought great pressure to the black-armored warriors. Although the black-armored warriors were resolute and silent, there was a hint of eagerness in their movements, indicating that this was not an easy task.

Along the way, except for Zhang Yao's efforts to stop and eat, all the knights ate and lived on horses, even sleeping.

A loyal Praetorian Guard only needs to think about how to fulfill orders. The black-armored warriors were all court guards who followed Zhang Yao's side, and under absolute loyalty and orders, they were all as cold as a machine, a killing machine born for orders and fighting for honor.

In five days, through the mountains and forests, over the meadows. The distance of more than 1,000 miles has become a possibility under this seemingly crazy and inhumane rush. And Zhang Yao, who has been sitting in the carriage, witnessed the birth of a miracle with his own eyes.

When the sun appeared on the horizon early on the fifth morning, and the golden light shone in the eyes of the tired black-armored knights, the outer walls of the Moria's Mine that were built against the mountains loomed into everyone's eyes.

No one cheered, no one shouted excitedly. Only the horses spewed white mist from their nostrils in constant gasps, while the whole group remained silent.

"Your Majesty, the Moriath Mine has arrived!" A knight rode to Zhang Yao's carriage and whispered, his words were hoarse, but there was no perfunctory tone in his tone.

Zhang Yao's hand pushed open the black curtain that covered him, and he raised his eyes to look at the more than 100 knights waiting by the carriage, and at the same time he saw his tired eyes, as if he had seen the rise of an empire.

The rise of the empire is never a matter of words, it is the dedication of countless people, and the persistence of countless people. It is the honor that thousands of such loyal warriors can accumulate with their bones.

"Good work!"

Zhang Yao patted the knight on the shoulder as he stepped out of the carriage, without any passionate speech in his mouth, only nodding slightly in affirmation.

Zhang Yao's affirmative expression was like a drop of rain falling on arid land, moisturizing things silently, and at the same time, making the chests of countless black-armored knights a little stronger.

These guards who guarded the court were actually easily satisfied, and sometimes what they needed was not money or beautiful women, but the affirmation of the king to whom they were allegiated, because Zhang Yao's affirmation represented their full value.

Beneath is an abyss that stretches as far as the eye can see, and a small stone bridge rises above it, connecting the entrance to the Moria's pit for thousands of years.

Zhang Yao and his party turned over and dismounted, Dracula turned into a bat and hovered above Zhang Yao's head, and everyone escorted Zhang Yao slowly towards the gate of the mine.

In front of the gates of the Moria's pit are two towering statues of dwarves, both of whom are holding axes and looking into the distance, with only a long beard on their chins, which is distinguished from the lines of their faces.

The gate of the pit is closed, and the semi-circular heavy stone gate with a height of eight meters and a width of six meters gives it a sense of history.

"With such a big stone gate, can a dwarf's height of less than one and a half meters be used?"

A black-armored warrior who followed Zhang Yao said blankly, sighing that the dwarf had made a miracle, and at the same time, he also asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

Zhang Yao's gaze looked at the warrior, and the black-armored warrior walking beside him bowed his head slightly, not daring to meet Zhang Yao's gaze.

"Let's go, we're not here to visit!" Zhang Yao walked towards the stone gate with his hands behind his back, and just as Zhang Yao stood in front of and behind the huge stone gate, the ancient stone gate that guarded the dwarves also made a clicking sound with Zhang Yao's footsteps, and the huge stone gate began to shrink upward.

"I thought I needed to report!" Zhang Yao looked at the stone gate that opened on his own and was slightly stunned for a moment, and then walked into it first, entering the hometown of the dwarves, Moria.

The Moria's pit is brightly lit, and the rock walls on both sides are richly carved with patterns. Some of these motifs dwarves are crafting weapons, while others are partying all night with ale. Some are dwarven warriors fighting, others are holding chains as if they are tying something.

The dwarves are the clearest in the images of weapons and carnivals, and the pictures of the battles are blurry, connected to the murals of the chains in hand, as if half of the pictures have been erased, and you can't see who these dwarves are fighting with.

"Your Majesty, it smells of blood!" Dracula, who turned into a bat, spoke out his words, and the guards who knew that these vampire princes never told lies, one by one, drew their swords and firmly guarded Zhang Yao in the middle.

Surrounded by a group of black-armored warriors, Zhang Yao and his party walked towards the inside of this strange pit.

The black-armored warriors embracing Zhang Yao cautiously walked through the long corridor, and at the first moment of stepping out of the corridor, a mountain of corpses and scattered weapons appeared in front of everyone's eyes, confirming the source of the smell of blood in Dracula's mouth.

The mountain of corpses is filled with two distinct camps, one of which is a dwarf of short stature and a T-shaped helmet. On the other hand, it was a race that Zhang Yao had never seen before.

This new race is smaller than the dwarves, with a body and limbs weaker than the goblins. Ears sharper than elves, faces more distorted than orcs.

Zhang Yao stared at the alternative corpse in front of him, squatting on the ground and frowning.

Zhang Yao has never seen this alternative race in front of him, and this unseen race does not refer to reality, but in the Lord of the Rings movie, Zhang Yao has never seen this new race at all.

A brand new race, a strange race, appeared in front of Zhang Yao's eyes. It's as if he broke the balance of the original plot in the movie, and the unknown existence has come at this moment.

"The blood hasn't completely dried up yet, this battle should have happened not long ago!"

Dracula, who turned into a bat, has an unusually sensitive sensitivity to blood, and his words seem to bring some kind of inspiration to Zhang Yao, making Zhang Yao stand up suddenly.

"Let's go, go to the third hall, where the dwarves gather!"

Zhang Yao gave an order, and the black-armored warriors around him rushed up like a tide, and one by one they held swords and steadily advanced.

Zhang Yao didn't know what his arrival had brought to the world of The Lord of the Rings. But Zhang Yao knew that in the Lord of the Rings movie, it should be the orc army that conquered the Moria mines, not this unknown new race.

It is not easy to comment on the combat effectiveness of the dwarves, but as one of the three major races, the combat effectiveness of the dwarves will never be inferior to that of humans, especially in this intricate pit.

More than 100 black-armored warriors strode forward, and Zhang Yao walked behind, looking forward to what the answer would be in front of him, and he was also looking forward to what the outcome would be this time.

The armor collided with each other as they ran, creating a wonderful faint intersection in the pit.

The black-armored warriors clenched their swords in their hands, and their faces were replaced by the solemnity they had before the battle.

As the pace of everyone gradually accelerated, the door representing the third living room gradually appeared in front of everyone. The two warriors at the head stood in front of the gate and looked at each other, and at the same time kicked out and kicked at the somewhat dilapidated gate.

"Boom!"

Some of the dilapidated gates were kicked open by two black-armored warriors, and the billowing dust and smoke blocked everyone's view, and it was as if they were buried in the fog.