Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 23 The Horn Before Dawn
When Dragon Bourne came to the East Gate again, the situation of the elves was already very critical.

"waaaaagh~"

A large number of hideous, dirty and ugly half-orcs screamed, brandished machetes and hammers for close combat, and rushed up the city wall of Gray Harbor.

They stared at the master of the Gray Harbor surrounded by the elites headed by Gemil with hatred, and kept roaring.

The Orc recognized him, and knew that he was a very noble and great man.

Because the armor on the owner of Gray Harbor is so exquisite, it is decorated with broken diamonds and precious stones, and decorated with mithril, which is more precious than gold, it is extremely precious.The kings of men could not help being envious when they saw it, for there was no treasure in their treasury like this fine armor worn by the master of Grayhaven.

On his head was a ribbon forged from mithril, which reflected the purest light on the Central Continent under the starlight.

There was a magic weapon pinned to their waist, but the half-orcs couldn't recognize which famous sword it was. They only knew that even before it was sheathed, the icy breath had already pricked their skin.

So, these dirty and ugly creatures showed greedy and evil eyes, yelled some words that no one understood from their big mouths full of dirt and yellow teeth, and swung knives and guns at this group of obviously The elf of the big man is killed.

The loyal guards headed by Gemil showed their sharp blades one after another, cutting down all the half-orcs who came flooding in like chopping melons and vegetables, preventing their dirty hands from touching the noble Cirdan.

But because of the simple and violent suppression by the blasphemer Azog, the defeated half-orcs were forced by the black orc wolf riders from Mordor, picked up their knives and guns again, screamed and rushed forward.

There were so many of them, it was inevitable that Gemil and the others would be in a hurry.

As the battle raged on, a mighty, burly rock troll finally got his chance.

He was under cover of Orc arrows and a shield.On his head was a very weird huge triangular battering ram carved out of rock, running rumblingly, rushing towards the solid oak gate of Gray Harbor.

"Kill him, kill that big guy!"

A familiar voice called out.

It's Fenner, the head chef.

However, at this moment, the female elf had changed out of her chef's robe and put on exquisite armor, and the Galalanders arrows in her hands were flawless.

It turns out that the female chef we are familiar with is actually a knight-errant general under the master of Gray Harbor.

She is in charge of the elven archers of Grayhaven.

Superb martial arts, amazing archery.

So when the elves put on their robes again, she was nowhere to be seen;
That's why the city guard who made fun of the black-haired dragonborn was so afraid of her.

Cirdan would say that with her protection, there is no need to worry about the safety of the black-haired dragonborn.

Immortal elves need something else to pass their ages, so a ranger-general's fondness for cooking isn't unforgivable.

After all, the northern elves have been at peace for over 2000 years.

From this point of view, the female chef has been lazy for hundreds of years...

cough.

At this time, the female chef didn't know that Eleven had died in battle, and the black-haired dragonborn had unlocked new abilities.

The female ranger in military uniform saw a weird ogre running towards the city gate with an indomitable momentum, and decisively shot an arrow at the ogre in one eye.

But even so, this troll still jumped to the top clumsily but firmly, and the strange triangular boulder on his head crashed into the solid gate of Gray Harbor with a bang, causing more damage than any previous ones. Car crashes do more damage.

And although this ogre staggered to the side, another ogre rushed up again.

"Kill them."

Fenner's complexion changed.Although the gates of the elves are very strong, they cannot withstand the successive impacts of the trolls.

Arrows from the elves rained down.

But it was too late, and one ogre still managed to hit the gate of the elves.

He heard the creaking sound of the originally solid city gate.

The orcs were excited.

"Grund, Grond!"

they yelled.

The voice was uneven at the beginning, and gradually became uniform later, a strange name sounded on the battlefield.

The faces of the elves changed drastically.

Because this name represents an unknown history.

really.

Soon, the elves saw a huge and hideous artifact with a strange shape, pushed and pulled by several trolls, slowly walking towards the city gate.

It was the battering ram of the orcs.

A dreadful creation named after the weapon with which the Dark Enemy Morgoth defeated Fingolfin, once the third High King of the Noldor.

In terms of shape, it is roughly cast in the shape of a huge wolf's head with evil metals such as steel.Then start a raging fire inside to increase his lethality.The huge size even requires 4 trolls to pull it.

"Grund! Grond!"

As if seeing some miracle, the half-orc shouted loudly, and the sound shook the whole field.

Apparently, Azog the Defiler was ready to fight desperately. He paced back and forth on the observation deck anxiously, not realizing that behind him, the dwarves had already started to cross the river.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield, and the almost black night successfully concealed the sound of the dwarves entering the field.

A dark cloud came from nowhere and secretly covered the moon.

As if the Valar were also helping the dwarves.

under the city walls.

The half-orc archer also desperately poured all the arrows on the heads of the elves near the city gate to cover the weapon named Grond.

At the same time, some half-orcs rushed to the city wall and killed Fenna and the others.

No one knows how many people died on both sides during this period. All they know is that when this terrible weapon finally arrived at the gate of Gray Haven in twists and turns, a corridor paved with blood and corpses stretched from the far side of the battlefield to Gray Haven. Before the holy white city wall.

Grond!
Grond!
The excited shouts of the half-orcs resounded through the sky.

In the distance, Azog also stood still abruptly, looking at the direction of the city gate excitedly, "Wait, wait, okay, bump!"

"Um~"

An ominous horn sounded immediately.

bang.

The first time.

The terrible weapon slammed into the elf's gate.The violent impact even caused an earthquake-like shaking.

The treasured knife at the waist that the master of Gray Harbor finally drew out was a sharp silver weapon that looked like a pool of autumn water.

Cirdan beheaded five dirty and ugly half-orcs with one blow, and rushed into the tide of half-orcs like a whirlwind.

No goblin's filthy paws can touch a sleeve of the Lord of Grayhaven, and he fights like catkins in the wind, unpredictable;
And like the stormy sea of ​​Belegail, fierce and furious;

Wielding a silver and white sword, he walked among the orcs, cutting off countless dirty and ugly heads, but he was unscathed.

bang.

The second time.

The elves' gates began to shake.

Inside the city gate.

Hundreds of elves with faces as heavy as water held long spears and shields, and they set up a formation in unison, aiming at the direction of the city gate.

Farther away, the horses under the crotch of the elf heavy cavalry headed by Galdo snorted and kicked anxiously.

But the third sub-impact that everyone either expected or feared did not come.

With one arrow, Finner nailed the heads of two dirty orcs with evil eyes and drooling mouths.Then, taking advantage of the situation, he put Galadrans on his back, turned over like a deer and jumped off the high city wall.

The two daggers in his hand were miraculously held in his hands, and they pierced deeply into the bald head of a troll.

Well.

The troll fell limply.I didn't understand until my death why elves would fall from the sky.

The brave Fenna got up quickly, swooped down, raised her hand, and inserted the short blade of her left hand into the forehead of a dirty and ugly half-orc like cutting tofu.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled it out without looking at it, and dodged and moved under the attack of two tall and burly trolls like dancing.

She dexterously jumped onto the arm of an ogre, and with the help of its strength, jumped onto its head. The sharp short blade pierced into the ogre's eyes at the same time.

Then he rolled over and jumped off the ogre's head. Before he got up, Galadrans was already in his hand, and an arrow shot hit the eye of the third ogre like a moon.

Ow.

At the same time, the troll dropped the huge stick in his hand, and reflexively covered his injured eyes.

The ogre, whose eyes were pierced blind by the short blade, fell directly to the ground.

This caused confusion among the orcs nearby.

Because this big guy crushed several orcs under him.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Fenna immediately turned her target to the No.4 Troll.

The last ogre looked at the giant club in his hand in a daze, and then at the female elf, as if he didn't understand why such a small thing defeated three of his kin.

However, soon, its IQ was impatient, and it no longer thought about this "advanced" problem. It swung a huge stick and smashed it down.

And, this troll has learned from his companions.It actually blocked its eyes with its thick and strong left hand.

Such a small elf can't poke my eyes.

It thinks so.

bang.

Fenner dexterously turned sideways to avoid the attack of the stupid ogre, and the huge iron rod hit the open space next to it, shaking the ogre's hands for a while.

With four arrows in a row, Fenner sent the stupid ogre whose thick throat was exposed to the west because of raising her hand.

Seeing the female elves fight against four and successfully counter-kill three, Azog in the distance was almost mad with anger.

"Kill that female elf, kill her!"

The angry roar of the Defiler echoed in the dark night sky, even drowning out the sound of fighting on the battlefield.

The half-orcs who got the order rushed towards Fenner one after another.

They will cut off the head of the female elf as a gift to Azog the Defiler.

Fenner held the divine bow Galadrans tightly, her face sinking like water, her eyes firm and fearless.

"Are all elves so reckless?"

Before the sound could reach anyone, a tall figure descended from the sky and landed heavily in front of the female elf.

The burly and strong body gives people inexplicable peace of mind.

It was Dragon Bourne who came.

He stared angrily at these barking, short, and despicable guys, and with a hammer, he swept away the seven or eight half-orcs who rushed over first, like playing golf.

"You filthy bastards, go to hell!"

There were too many half-orcs, and Dragon Bourne didn't need to aim at all. He just roughly pulled back the long-handled warhammer that could almost be used as a horse fighting weapon, and it was another powerful sweep.

As a result, another seven or eight half-orcs in iron armor were swept up into the air like straws under the terrible force of the dragonborn, their bones were broken, and they died miserably. Appeared and swept away the scene of the allied forces of elves and humans.

Before it was too late to rejoice, Fenner immediately cooperated and hid behind the tall and generous body of the dragonborn, quickly drew a bow and shot arrows, and provided fire support.

Forget about the female elf, she can shoot and kill 40 to [-] people, but what's the matter with this scary, tall, big guy who is as annoying as the pale orc?

his hammer.

His hammer is terrible!
woohoo.

He is a monster, his hammer is more terrifying than the pale orc, ah, seven or eight nasty, bad-hearted half-orcs who bullied Grimas just now were killed, so scary...

Grimas didn't want to be killed by his hammer!Grimas is afraid, Grimas wants to run away!

right!Grimas is about to escape, no one can stop me this time!
Seeing that the dragon descendant looked like a god, wearing silver and white armor, holding a giant hammer, and alone, he swept all the orcs who besieged him into the sky, with broken bones and tendons, and died a tragic death.A small orc with roving eyes went limp.

Before the idiots around him (that's what he called those fellow clansmen who were still rushing forward) didn't notice, he secretly twisted and fled to the edge of the battlefield.

It was far away from the city wall, almost to the watchtower where Azog the Defiler commanded the orc army.

But because the situation was completely corrupted, Azog didn't care about this coward who had the guts to run away.

He didn't know the Dragonborn, but the silver giant's terrifying fighting power made him shudder.

"Kill him, kill that female elf!"

The pale orc paced back and forth in frustration, and the impotent and furious roar kept ringing out

at this time.

Uh woo, um woo, um woo.

Different from the dull and desolate horns of the pale orcs, a more majestic and heavy dwarf horn sounded suddenly from the back of the half-orc army, and it was even more passionate in the night.

Everyone stopped in surprise—except those who were still fighting each other.

Follow the reputation.

"Okriam!"

On the city wall, Cirdan walked out of the half-orc's bloody pile of corpses covered in blood, the bright silver sword in his hand was not stained with blood.

He yelled at the dragonborn below, "Get this big guy out of the way."

With its huge body and the elven heavy armor with MAX defensive power, like a god, it is like a god, blocking the gate of the city without opening. What is meant.

How to do this?
Regardless of the half-orc who had been dizzy and overwhelmed by the successive emergencies, the dragonborn turned to look at the behemoth beside him, a huge siege hammer.

"Hey."

Dragon Bourne made an action that surprised everyone present.

I saw him holding the base of the huge monster in front of him with one hand, tried it, and swung it hard, maybe a battering ram weighing more than ten tons was completely overturned by him!

Frightened by his strength, the orcs around him scattered.

monster!

He is a monster!

Run, the monster is coming!

These belated and depraved creatures screamed and screamed, wept in fear, danced, rolled and crawled, and were defeated again.

However, Azog can't control them this time.

Because, the army of dwarves is coming!
"Azog!"

A familiar voice sounded like thunder, it was the young boy of the royal family of Turin.

Azog turned his head angrily.

As a result, he saw the disgusting and loathsome figure of his old opponent, the dwarf prince, like a white light, dispelling the darkness, and rushed out with incomparable prowess.

And behind him, there are countless dwarf knights riding horn sheep, and dwarf chariots!
The heavily armed dwarf guards, on the other hand, walked slowly but firmly and steadily, rumbling towards this side.

I don't understand why the dwarf suddenly appeared here, but the enemy is extremely jealous when they meet.

Looking at the dwarf prince who was also full of anger, the pale orc seemed to feel a faint pain in his broken left arm again.

There was astonishing resentment in Azog's evil eyes.

"Hold your lines!"

He shouted angrily, telling the wolf rider to block the dwarf's attack first.

At this time, Azog still had nearly 1 to less than 2 troops in his hands, so he was delusional about regaining his strength.

He asked the most complete 5 half-orc phalanx to block the dwarf army that was getting closer.

He himself got down from the watchtower and climbed up the giant wolf.

But at this moment, the elf's horn sounded.

uh huh~
Different from the horns of orcs and dwarves, the horns of elves are more like a cry of life. It is the turbulent waves, the breeze flowing through the mountains and forests, and the hope before dawn!

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the owner of the Gray Harbor took the lead, leading the sacred and solemn elf heavy cavalry, and rushed out from the holy white Mythrond (Grey Harbor) on the last starlight before dawn.

This point was recorded in the elves' hymn "The Dawn of Mythrond", which was sung for a long time until the end of the era and the beginning of the era.

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