The day the dwarf loser Kylo Ironfire awakened his Balrog bloodline, Sauron's wail was heard throughout the Iron Hills.
"Is it shameful to make artifacts on the assembly line?" He stepped on the roaring rune tank, and the golem army behind him was blasting the trolls into dregs. "When I use arcane nuclear bombs to recast the Lord of the Rings, the Elf Queen will have to ask me to have her nails plated!"
The tip of Demon Slayer Ysera Starblade's arrow was pressed against his throat: "You dare to use the furnace to bake my elf cookies again..." Before he could finish his words, Kylo forged her silver arrow into a god-killing sniper rifle.
When the dark army pressed on, the orcs looked at the horizon in horror - the dwarf blacksmith stood on the shoulders of the mechanical Balrog. The violent weapon system in his left hand flashed the screen prompt: [Produced: Star Destroyer Ballista × 999], and the fingertips of his right hand were dancing with the fire of chaos that could fuse the Supreme Ring.
