Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 18 War (recommended collection)

Azog is a half-orc far more cunning than anyone imagined.

Just when everyone thought that the dark army that could hardly be seen would cross the tributary of the Schoen River at the first star sunset after the beginning of summer in 2931 of the Third Era, and head straight for the last and also the last place of the elves in the north. The time of the most sacred port city - Mythrond (Grey Harbor).

This evil army stopped on a plain 10 leagues away from Gray Haven.

This distance can effectively prevent the elves from rushing, and it is also convenient for the army to push the battle line directly under the city wall of Gray Harbor in one breath after the army is repaired!

Moreover, he needs to give the pointy-eared elves in Gray Harbor an illusion, making those damned pointy-eared people think that the half-orc army only has this frontal battlefield, but they don't know that he has already sent another evil army The dark minions sneaked around Gray Haven, preparing to launch a sneak attack from the south.

Unbeknownst to Azog, Manwe, the head of the Valar, had warned Chirdan of his plan in advance through the breeze.

At this moment, he is still dreaming of attacking back and forth with all his strength, and destroying all the hateful, damned pointy ears.

Therefore, after confirming that Gray Harbor was in sight, the treacherous and cunning pale orc stopped unexpectedly.

He sent a large group of half-orcs and savages from the far north, and the search elves everywhere planted orchards and oak forests on the banks of the Shun River and at the foot of the Blue Mountains, and felled the tall trees there to make siege equipment. !
"Slackers, move your steps, speed up your speed."

A black orc in charge of the work was swinging the whip in his hand, roaring and cursing with his ugly yellow teeth, forcing the little half-orcs under him and the wild people in the extreme north to keep waving their sharp axes. The trees planted by the elves were cut down, and the trunks of the felled trees were transported back to the huge and noisy half-orc camp in an endless stream, and assembled into various and crude siege equipment!

"Bugs, stand still, erect your spears, and protect our camp. Crossbowmen are behind and spearmen are in front. Quick, lazy bugs, move your steps!"

The black orc wolf riders whizzing back and forth cursed and beat the short half-orcs whose formation had become chaotic and procrastinated due to their rapid march, while forcing them to rearrange their formation.

These hungry and thirsty half-orcs from the Misty Mountains wailed in pain, cursed, pushed each other, and finally faced the direction of Gray Harbor, forming a square formation of more than 30 thousand people!
It's not over yet, here we go.

A dull horn sounded.

Azog ordered the remaining half-orcs to set up 20 ugly but thick enough "infantry phalanxes" on the right flank of the army and the rear of the camp to resist the possible attacks of the elves - the left flank is the Shun River , so Azog did not deploy heavy troops on the left flank.

Among them, 30 of the 3 square formations on the front are crossbowmen holding short bows unique to orcs.

These dirty, ugly dark creatures kept cursing and roaring, drooling as they looked at the port of the elves, which was almost close at hand.

This is a deep-rooted hatred of elves since their birth.

These fallen guys are very jealous of the beauty of the elves, hate their wealth, and for the immortality of the elves, these short-lived, ugly, corrupted creatures are even more angry and hurt their hearts!

They'd like to kill them, eat them, tear their guts out, and let their screams ring out in these nasty, disgusting, pointy-eared cities right away.

But the black orc wolf riders from Mordor kept kicking and whipping them, making them howl.

Unlike these timid brethren who would only sneak up on lonely pedestrians and travelers in the dark, Azog knew where his advantages lay.

An army of [-] undisciplined orcs may not necessarily be an opponent of [-] elves!
Under normal circumstances, one elf can easily beat ten half-orcs.

Only under the restraint of a certain strong order, can the half-orcs who are timid by nature, but cruel by nature gather into a group and form a huge number advantage locally, can it be possible to defeat the powerful firstborn child!
To put it simply, it is to use the battlefield attributes of the legion battle, where the two sides cannot move and dodge, to conduct simple and rough battles like a meat grinder.

Therefore, Azog would never allow these cowardly and cruel stupid fellows to go out without authorization and destroy the formation.

Because he knows that only by tightly holding this evil army that has never appeared since the dark ages, can it be possible to wipe out those hateful sharp ears.

Looking like an ant nest, a large number of half-orc craftsmen and barbarians from the extreme north were making noise, assembling all kinds of crude and hideous siege equipment in the center of the camp all night long.

A hideous smile appeared on the ugly, scarred face of the pale orc riding the giant wolf.

He looked at the elf city in the darkest night sky before dawn, and there was a hint of cunning and viciousness in the muddy eyes full of cruelty and violence.

Stinky elves, just be proud, one day, another day, my army will completely crush you.

south.

Countless wolves, the size of buffaloes, howled and ran under the moon.

The hobbits in Big Hole were startled out of their warm, comfortable beds by the howling.

These kind-hearted and timid races with facial features similar to human beings, but only as tall as human children (60-120cm), covered their ears tightly, curled up in warm quilts, hugged their mother-in-law, tremble.

"It's not the wolf season, why the hell are the big ones with the horrible fangs out? Oh no, my cabbages, they won't kill my cabbages!"

Some daring (or stupid) ones want to push open the window to take a peek or two, but their mothers or fathers grab their ears and kick their butts (if they are mothers, they won’t) stuff them back into a warm, but safe bed.

"You stupid, brainless Took! Go back to your bed, and don't let you get down!"

"You idiot, wolves don't eat cabbages, they only eat you!"

"Ah! Dad, why do you say such terrible things?... Uh, although I don't think the wolf may want to have a supper tonight, but I think it's a good idea to lie on the bed honestly! Hobbit A person's bed is the most comfortable bed in the world, good night father, by the way, I hope you light your eyebrows when you smoke!"

"And you're a Tuke, too, you fool!"

Took, a famous surname among the Hobbits.

Let's not mention the laughter and cursing of this family 'Took' on a certain summer night in 1331 in the Shire calendar.

Under the moonlit night, a giant beast beyond the imagination of elves and hobbits squatted on a mountain depression in Beigang, looking up to the sky and howling.

Countless canine-toothed wolves, with disgusting saliva pouring out of their big mouths, howling, led by a small group of black orcs and Gundaba orcs, flew from the west end of Shire, the home of the Hobbits. Run across, detour around the remote hills west of Dadong Town, and enter the narrow and long mountain road between Tower Hill and the South Ered Luin Mountains.

And passing through the mountain road is the southern part of Gray Harbor.

In the end, just as it came quietly, this terrifying beast disappeared quietly.

After dawn, these little guys who like the countryside and farmland got together one after another, talking about the rumor that on a certain summer night in 1331 in the Shire calendar, the wolf howled at night and the moon ate a family of hobbits... …

After receiving the news, Cirdan stood on the city wall to the east of Gray Harbor, overlooking the vast plain beside the huge Schoen River, and remained silent.

There, heavy clouds from the north blotted out the starlight, and there came the dreadful whining of trumpets.

no doubt.

The orc army has arrived.

just.

"They stopped."

Gemil, who was in charge of guarding the east city, said: "Obviously, they are making siege tools and repairs, and the battle may break out at any time!"

Cirdan took it for granted.

He even concluded that the battle should break out before dawn, because he found that it was different from the half-orcs who were afraid of the sun and were afraid to fight in the sun.

In this wave of darkness, the northern sky seemed to be enveloped by a force.

It was an evil force that made him tremble with fear.

A mass of ominous, heavy clouds gathered in the northern sky.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashed, and it looked like a terrifying doomsday.

Add to this the hordes of Hellbats in astonishing numbers.

Not even the radiance of Arraine at its fullest could pierce the dark clouds of the northern sky.

In this way, the shortcoming of the timid and brutal half-orcs who are afraid to fight in the sun is made up for to the greatest extent.

What's more, some daring black orc wolf riders actually touched within a kilometer of Gray Harbor at night.

In addition, there are an astonishing number of black orc wolves from Mordor wandering like ghosts on the vast plain beside the dark Shun River, protecting the huge camp that looks like a hive of hell not far away.

Although soon, all the dirty, disgusting and depraved creatures who dared to approach the sacred seaside city of the elves at the mouth of the Shun River were shot down one by one by the elven sharpshooters, but they also made Chirdan think. The idea of ​​letting the elf sentry ride take advantage of the half-orc army's unstable foothold and make a sneak attack was completely dispelled.

Linton is not a horse producing area, and the elves don't have many cavalry.

The total number of the elves sentinel in front and the elves gathered from all over Linton on horseback later was less than 800.

He was really reluctant to waste this force that might break the deadlock between the two sides on the pre-war temptation.

The owner of Gray Harbor vaguely sensed that these 800 elf cavalry will play a more important role!
Therefore, Cirdan just kept the elves on alert for the next big battle.

Gemil is naturally everything.

The defense of Gray Harbor is low compared to the white holy city - Minas Tirith.

The city wall of the last and most sacred seaside city of the elves in the north is made of white boulders with a length and width of 1 meter. It is not only 30 feet high (nearly 10 meters) but also 10 feet thick. Run above it, and, importantly, the elves' buildings are formidably strong!
It seems that "magic" was added during the construction, and the city of this seaside city of the elves faintly glows white under the dim moonlight.

Coupled with the unique elegance and luxury of elf architecture, the entire Gray Harbor not only gives people a sense of sacredness, but also an incomparable heaviness.

Therefore, both Cirdan and Gemil felt that instead of going out of the city to fight with the orcs, it is better to use the protection of the city wall to delay this terrible evil army until the gray robe wizard Gandalf moved the dwarves to rescue them.

if so.

The life of an elf is precious, and neither the master of Gray Harbor nor Gamir are willing to waste the life of their firstborn children in the battle with depraved and dirty half-orcs.

In their view, the age of the elves has passed, and instead of wasting the precious lives of the elves here, it is better to save their lives and go to the western holy land of Aman in the future to enjoy eternal happiness.

Therefore, the two sides unexpectedly came to a stalemate.

one night.

Add the daylight of the next day.

The huge half-orc army has been staying 10 leagues away from Gray Harbor, frantically making more and uglier simple siege tools.

And the elves also stood calmly on the high city wall with a hint of relief, waiting for the decisive battle to come.

at last.

The time came to the evening of the next day.

As Yarien's light gradually went west, the earth turned orange.

"Hmm~~~"

A great, desolate horn sounded.

One after another, the formed half-orc phalanx shouted in unison, stepped forward, and marched towards Gray Harbor.

"The decisive battle has begun!"

The pale orc rode a huge white wolf, stood on a small hill, looked at the heavily armed evil army below, and said ferociously.

"Forward, my army!"

"Destroy and flatten the city of the damned elves ahead, and cut off their heads. Don't be soft, don't retreat, let's go to war!"

A tall and simple siege equipment such as cloud carts and ladders slowly followed behind the phalanx under the pull and push of dozens or hundreds of orcs.

coming!

On the southern city of Gray Harbor, Dragon Bourne, who had already received the news, was shocked.

He listened.

In the sea breeze in the sunset, the sound of the orc's horn sounded like the sound of hell, coming from afar.

Since yesterday, the northern sky seems to be covered by dark clouds.

It was dark and heavy, as if the sky was about to step on it.

This made the heart of Dragon Bourne, who experienced such a real western epic war for the first time, beating endlessly.

He seemed to be able to feel the faint noise in the air and the soaring stench of the goblin.

He wanted to turn his head to look more than once.

But he knew that what he could and should do at this moment was to remain calm and not to cause trouble for the elves.

Because Dragon Bourne felt that he was just a rookie on the battlefield, professional things should be left to professional people.

The master of Gray Harbor and the elves are 'battlefield monsters' who have experienced countless battles. They have enough experience and ability to cope with the upcoming epic war.

He only needs to obey the orders of the master of the Gray Harbor and the female guards, and concentrate on guarding the flanks and rear of the northern elves.

Think so.

It was a night to remember for the black-haired dragonborn, clad in fine silver armor and wielding a mighty hammer.

And today, with the sound of a huge horn.

no doubt.

It's time for a decisive battle!
However, the expression of the black-haired dragonborn who was supposed to be excited, excited, afraid, and terrified gradually became serious at this moment.

wrong.

Too quiet.

The narrow trail from Emyn Blackred (Tower Hill) to Grayhaven is too quiet.

It's so quiet it's scary.

The black-haired dragonborn's slender and powerful palms rested on the white city wall of Huigang, and his golden vertical pupils seemed to see through the narrow and long valley in the south that was gradually dimming.

For some reason, at the moment when the Great War was approaching, the mountain roads in the south suddenly became dark and hideous.

It seems that there is a giant beast that can swallow the heavens, the earth and the stars squatting there at the moment.

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