"For the King!" Shouted Haragh, with his sword up in the air.
"FOR THE KING!" The dwarves followed in unison, their voices blaring in thrill.
Thrarumli's horse reared proudly in front of the dwarven armies and galloped northwards, where the Bhir Moldir was located—leading the armies.
The dwarves followed their true king, half of them were riding horses, while others were riding either ponies or wild boars.
Alvaro spread his wings and darted towards the sky, hovering above Thrarumli.
"How are we going to enter this chamber that you talked about, Thrarumli?" He asked the dwarf, straining his voice to make it louder for the dwarf to hear him, as it was difficult to hear anyone as the roaring sounds coming from the hooves of their rides trampling on the ground filled the air.
Alvaro swerved from on top of him to his side to hear him better.
