Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 16 Azog the Defiler and Thorin Oakenshield
Three days have passed since the last encounter with the damned pointed ears, but the marching speed of the army is still so unsatisfactory!

If this continues, the stinky elves must be ready.

Thinking that the army would crash into a heavily guarded elf city, Azog the Defiler's left arm, which was cut off by the damn dirty dwarf, began to ache again.

"Run, you slobs!"

The angry howl of the pale orc echoed in the dusk hills. He was riding a huge white warg, twice the size of a normal warg, with sharp fangs and bloodthirsty choke from time to time. With a whining sound, one beast and one wolf are like demons walking in the world.

"We must rush to Gray Harbor before the big yellow face rises again!"

Many people think that the pale orc who died in the mines of Moria, the blasphemer, the commander of the northern half-orcs, the rare commander among the half-orcs, the giant orc Azog from Gundaba is very impatient Riding a giant wolf, walking back and forth, urging the continuous evil army underneath.

And the big yellow face is exactly what half-orcs call the sun.

"I said that!"

This pale orc, which is more cunning and cruel than ordinary half-orcs, is wearing a thick breastplate and leg armor made by the dark artisans of Mordor. An extremely sharp steel blade replaced the lost forearm, fixed on the arm with an iron hoop, and the handle of the blade was even deeply inserted into the hard muscle!
The orc vented his anger and picked up a low-level half-orc who was running a little slower, with a bloodthirsty grin on his pale face.

"Hurry up, you dirty, lazy bugs!"

Saying that, ignoring the horrified eyes of this little, filthy, stinking half-orc in the Misty Mountains, the pale orc waved his severed arm, and the steel blade on it cut off the short, poor half-orc's body cruelly. head.

Nourishing~
Azog was sprayed with foul green blood from the headless corpse.

Disgusted, he casually threw the headless and dirty corpse into the marching half-orc army.

The timid and cunning half-orcs in the Misty Mountains swarmed up with more or less bullying, and they were in chaos.

He didn't know why the master sent troops to the north when the strength of the half-orcs had not fully recovered to the peak of the dark age, but he knew that the master's will could not be violated!
Even if his former evil, terrible form has not been restored!

Besides!

Azog's bloodthirsty and ferocious white eyes couldn't help looking behind the army, which was at least a few leagues away.

There, in an evil atmosphere darker than darkness and thicker than ink, a scorching red light flashed away!
And in the sky, the dark clouds became thicker, and these shadows seemed to be conscious, and they continued to spread forward with the advance of the orc army!

And these visions were also caused by the terrifying monster behind him that even the pale orcs would be terrified of!
Looking at these visions and the terrifying aura in the sky, the eyes of the evil and brutal orcs that people said could not help flashing a trace of fear.

He anxiously drove the giant wolf under his crotch, pacing up and down ferociously around the little half-orcs from the Misty Mountains, frightening these evil and filthy creatures wishing they could have a few more legs.

They pushed and quarreled with each other, speeding up their pace desperately, the iron armor on their bodies, the spears in their hands, and the scimitars at their waists all clanging as they ran.

And behind the small, timid Goblins of the Misty Mountains came the Losthos of the land of Forod.

A troll with a huge body and a huge body, carrying all kinds of big stones and throwers!
These low-intelligence trolls rumbled forward amidst the unique sound of the pale orc's horn.

There are also some evil monsters with strange shapes.

They were far behind the goblin army, but before the terrible darkness on the horizon, howling and whispering.

And on both sides of this dark army that stretches almost endlessly, there are wolf riders coming and going like the wind and an astonishing number of evil wolves.

They were running, watching, seeing which half-orcs or savages from the dark land were running too slowly, they roared, opened their bloody mouths, dragged them out of the crowd, and tore them to pieces.

At this time, a wolf cavalry who was going to chase the elf sentinel ran straight over from the direction of Gray Harbor.

"The pointy-eared elves fled back to their cities, and we were a step behind."

This burly half-orc who was only a little shorter than Azog roared viciously, speaking in the terrible black language of Mordor.

Azog was even angrier.

He stared fiercely at the tall half-orc who inherited his blood. The giant white wolf under his crotch circled around the tall half-orc who was riding a brown-gray giant wolf that was a little shorter than the white giant wolf. The steel blade seemed to be absent, and was gesticulating back and forth on the half-orc's neck.

"Bring the wolf!"

In the end, Azog didn't really cut off the orc's head.

This pale orc, who is almost considered to be the wisest among the half-orcs, is also the most sinister and cruel, staring viciously at the descendant who inherited his evil blood, and issued a sinister combat order: "Bypass the city of the stinky elves and attack from the south! "

"Smelly elves can't fight on two fronts!"

"When my army launches an attack, when the stars in the sky are all extinguished, you lead all the wolves to attack the south gate of the stinking elves and break through their defense line from behind!"

The son of Azog, the tall half-orc named Bolger stared at Azog with the same brutal eyes, and nodded heavily.

He took out a bone whistle and blew it vigorously.

Countless pairs of green eyes looked at him immediately.

With a loud roar, Bolger led all the wolves and a small group of wolf cavalry, broke away from the main force, turned to the southern road, and went straight to the south of Gray Harbor.

Seeing Bolger and the wolf disappear into the darkness, Azog nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't stop, run hard!"

The pale orc looked fiercely at the big river that was about to enter the field of vision, and swung the steel blade on the stumped arm forward: "Whoever dares to be lazy, I swear, his flesh and blood will be eaten by the wolf, Let his bones be crushed to ashes!"

"At war, bugs, the flesh of elves is at hand! Rip them, eat them, let their screams resound through the night sky!"

This army, composed of orcs, wolves, savages from the far north, trolls, and many other evil minions that were notorious in the dark ages, was running in great strides under the roar of the wolves and pale orcs, towards Gray Harbor marches.

Boom!

Boom!

The frightening movement of the dark minions' march has even reached the distant Blue Mountains.

In the middle of the deep and long Ered Luin (that is, the Blue Mountains).

In a simple, tall hall with only huge stones and wooden tables and chairs, no exquisite brocades, and no gem decorations.

Mithrandil, Gandalf in our mouth moved his ears, and he stretched out his thin but powerful hand, so that the white bird that flew in from nowhere stopped in his palm.

It was a hummingbird, small and gentle.

But at the same time, hummingbirds are amazingly fast and resistant to hunger and thirst, making them animal companions used by wizards to deliver messages.

No, when the grey-robed wizard, covered in frost and sticky dew, and with a travel-stained face, heard the 'news' from the hummingbird, his expression immediately became very serious. The flames couldn't be dispelled.

This caused Sorin Oakenshield and his cousins, Balin and Duvalin, who were also dwarves of the Turin line, to change their expressions drastically. Their rough, powerful five short palms involuntarily touched the weapon next to them.

The gray-robed wizard Gandalf, the king's adviser, is mysterious, comes and goes without a trace, and is good at using his extensive knowledge to help the king in distress.

This is the wizard's impression and reputation on the dwarf side.

However, it's a pity that although wizards have a good reputation among the dwarves, they can still be regarded as bedtime stories and legendary characters in the mouths of the elders. There are only a handful of dwarves who have actually seen them!
In addition, the dwarves of the Turin lineage are in a sensitive period of national destruction. Whether it is Sorin or Bahrain, they all said that they suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the Turin dwarves and said that there is a so-called big event to discuss in detail The wizard is deeply vigilant.

The most stable of the three is Balin, the son of Fintin and the elder brother of Duvalin.

Also Thorin's distant cousin.

He whispered to his brother in dwarf language: Don't worry, the person who comes may not be an enemy, let's see what he says.

But Du Valin was worried about a wizard in the hall. He whispered something in the ear of the dwarf prince, and his eyes kept aiming at the dwarf battle ax next to him.

But in the end, the dwarf prince chose to shake his head. He felt that Balin was right. He still doesn’t know why the wizard suddenly appeared in the mountains, but in any case, the dwarf is not some unmanned mountain villager. Since the man in front of him claims to be It is Gandalf the gray robe wizard, the king's advisor, who has found the descendants of Turin in the mountains. Then, the dwarf should also show the enthusiasm of the master and give a cup of hot tea to the mysterious man who claims to be a guest in front of him, and see how he likes it. What advice does the future king of the mountain have.

When Bahrain heard this, he was very satisfied.

I feel that the dwarf prince is much more mature than the always irritable Duvalin.

But he didn't say anything, because Sorin is his cousin and will be his king at the same time. He is destined to spend his life for the dwarf prince, so he will not and cannot show a little bit of disrespect to the king in front of outsiders .

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Du Valin could only mutter and prepare tea.

The wizard took in the expressions and behavior styles of the three dwarves one by one, and quickly had a way to deal with them in his heart.

However, he had to deal with the little bird first, because the message from the little bird was so serious that he had to speed up his plan. He said something mysteriously to the little bird, and then raised his hand to let the The little bird once again spread its wings and flew high.

After the bird completely disappeared into the sky, the gray-robed wizard turned his head, and looked at the dwarf prince with a serious expression. He was a strong man with gray hair and beard, a gloomy expression, and strong hatred and anger in his eyes. The angry tall dwarf (compared to ordinary dwarves) said: "Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thraine II, I am Gandalf, the gray robe wizard Gandalf!"

"I've heard your name!"

On the face and thick fingers, it can be seen that the dwarf prince who has experienced a lot of hardships nodded, and said in a slightly arrogant tone: "You claim to be the king's advisers and disseminators of knowledge. When it was dark, you came to the king's palace, told some news that might be precious from afar, or it might be a warning before the bad news, and then left secretly before dawn, few people have seen your true colors!"

"Your reputation has been conveyed to our kingdom below the mountain. According to legend, my grandfather, Thror I, received your help, and my father, Thrallin II, also received the blessing of fate from you." Warning!"

Thorin Oakenshield looked at the gray robe wizard Gandalf with piercing eyes, and the aura of a king was displayed on him.

"Tell me, Gandalf the gray robe wizard! This time you appear before me again, before the descendants of Turin who have fallen. Are you going to bring us precious news or sad news? "

Hearing his angry shout, Du Valin let out a strange cry, and jumped in from the door excitedly, holding his battle ax in his hand.

As if he had expected it, Gandalf chanted a spell, and the battle ax in Duvalin's hand suddenly became extremely hot, and he let out a strange cry, and threw the battle ax to the ground.

"Calm down, dwarf!"

The wizard's figure seemed to have become extremely tall, and the shadow behind him even reached the roof.

This made Thorin Oakenshield very surprised. He looked at the wizard who seemed to have become extremely tall with great vigilance, but found that Duvalin was just frightened and not injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief. The dwarf guards all retreated.

The gray-robed wizard saw that the tall shadow had returned to normal. He said, "Dear Thorin Oakenshield, the heir of the kingdom below the mountain, I think you should believe that I have no malicious intentions, right?"

The dwarf prince thought for a while and nodded.

So the two sides sat down at the table again.

Bahrain stared at all this dumbfounded, his snow-white beard curled up.

At the door, a young dwarf with blond hair and beard and braids poked his head out. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two parties became harmonious again, he walked in with a cup of hot tea in a wooden basin.

This is Feli, Thorin's nephew, second in line to the royal family of Turin.

He put down the teacup and looked at the wizard curiously.Especially the wizard's staff, the young dwarf wanted to take it over and have a good look at it.

But Thorin obviously didn't want you to get in touch with wizards so early, so he let him go down sternly.

Fili was very afraid of this strict uncle, so he could only walk out step by step.

At this time, Du Valin also picked up the cooled battle ax again, put it on the corner of the wall, and walked over empty-handed.

"Feel sorry."

So said the tough guy among the dwarves of Turin.The tone and attitude are much more sincere.

Look, this is a dwarf.

Stubborn, arrogant, bad-tempered, fond of gold and treasure.

But at the same time, dwarves are straightforward, resolute, and informal, a race that is as good as it has always been to friends and enemies.

(End of this chapter)