Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 24 Flame Demon (continue to seek recommendation collection)

Go back in time a little.

Although the dwarf prince is determined to fight the pale orcs to the death, there is still a very important problem for the dwarves to solve.

"Gandalf."

Thorin summoned the gray-robed wizard who had been nagging in his ear before.

Pointing to the Shuen River in front of him, he said: "To attack the orcs, this big river is a problem we must solve. The dwarves have brought tools, but it will take a long time to quickly build a bridge for the army to pass through." Time is all that matters. But in this way, the beast Azog the Defiler will definitely be alarmed. However, the war opportunity is fleeting, and we don't have much time to waste on this river. Wizard, I heard that you have all kinds of incredible magic, Then, my wise advisor to the king, do you have any solutions to solve this problem?"

Was assigned a headache task.

Gandalf frowned.

He knew that this was the distrust and test of the dwarf prince.

But as a wizard, he looked at the increasingly tragic battle situation in Gray Harbor.

After all, he couldn't help but sighed.

Gandalf dismounted from his horse.

With a staff.

When he came to the great river that flows from Ered Loin (Blue Mountain) through the Dusk Hills, and from Shun Bend to the Western Sea of ​​Belegair, he squatted down and put his hands in the cool water.

He closed his eyes.

Silently whispering something in a very ancient and sacred language.

Fili looked at the wizard curiously, to see what kind of tricks he had to solve this problem.

Du Valin, a stubborn dwarf who didn't like wizards very much, couldn't help sneaking a look over curiously.

Then, they all saw an unforgettable scene.

I saw that the wizard's figure seemed to be taller than the highest peak of the Blue Mountains in an instant, and there was a very sacred radiance inside, and a bright starlight fell on him, setting him off like a holy spirit.

"O beard of Turin!"

Feili exclaimed, with an incredulous expression on his face, thinking he saw a miracle.

Thorin's face changed greatly, because he felt that the wizard's appearance would definitely alarm the orcs on the other side of the river.

Fortunately, the war between the elves and the half-orcs was reaching a fever pitch, and almost all the half-orcs were shouting enthusiastically.

Grond!
Grond!
The sound shook the four fields.

Unexpectedly, no one noticed that a miracle was happening behind them.

Meanwhile, at Gandalf's call, a great will answered him.

At that moment it seemed to the dwarves that they heard the singing of the river and the roaring of the sea.

That is the lord of the waters, the king of the sea.

The dwarves only heard his name in legends and songs, and knew his greatness.

But because the dwarves don't love rivers and oceans, and even have some disgust, the brilliance and love of the Lord of Waters have never appeared among the dwarves.

Now the will of Ulmo seemed to speak to Gandalf, in a language incomprehensible to mortals.

In other words, language is just a manifestation of their abilities.

Gandalf quickly explained something to the will, and pointed to the distant battlefield.

Then the dwarves saw that the Shuen River in front of them began to freeze and quickly spread to the opposite bank.

Thorin opened his mouth wide, speechless in shock.

As for Phil, let alone.He pointed at the wizard tremblingly, and looked at the incredible miracle, almost screaming out of excitement.

"wizard!"

Thorin looked at the wizard who had returned to normal with a complicated expression, his eyes were full of awe.

And the dwarves who saw this scene also whispered.

"My beard! What a trick it is."

"Turin is here! Give me a punch! There seems to be something wrong with my eyes. I actually saw a river suddenly freeze over."

"quiet!"

A dwarf with a simple face, black hair and gray eyes said sharply.

His name is Beaver, and he is the cousin of Bumbur and Bofur, the dwarves of Kazadum, and they are exactly the same as Balin, Duvalin, Fili, Kili, Groin, Oin, Dori, Nori, and Ori. The protagonists of the Lonely Mountain mission in the future, they had a great adventure!Recaptured the homeland of the dwarves, Iruber.

But that's another story.

At this moment, Beaver is not the old dwarf with an ax stuck in his head, and his sanity is sometimes blurred. He is the commander of the royal horned sheep guard in Turin, and he shoulders the important task of commanding 500 horned sheep cavalry.

Hearing what the officer said, these bearded guys shut their mouths muttering.

However, they didn't see it, and when they all shut up, a hint of disbelief flashed in the eyes of their chief.

Beaver's eyes widened, looking at the tall human being, he had a clear understanding of the wizard's power for the first time.

The ice was so thick that it almost froze the entire Schoon River bed, and it was so wide that eighteen horned sheep could run on it at the same time.

Gandalf bowed reverently to that will, addressing him in the holy language.

Compliment him.

Until he leaves satisfied.

"All right."

The gray-robed wizard returned to his normal appearance, and said with a slightly tired expression, "My lord, your request has been fulfilled. Excuse me, can you cross the river now?"

Thorin heard the sarcasm in his words, which made him a little embarrassed, but it was not so easy to make the stubborn dwarf bow his head.

Soon, Thorin thought of another thing that could get him out of this embarrassing situation.

Pointing to the darkness behind Azog the Defiler's army, he said: "I have to say, you did a great job on the bridge. Now, there is another problem! That is, between us and Asuo There seems to be a very evil force between the grids. Whenever I set my sights on this place, I will sincerely feel a moment of uncontrollable fear. Excuse me, my advisor, what is that?"

When saying this.Thorin's tone has become very sincere.Obviously, the dwarf prince has begun to take the wizard in front of him seriously, and he is really afraid of that 'thing' that is darker than darkness and cannot even reveal a trace of light.

However, Gandalf has more confidence in this than Thorin.

He said.

"Don't worry, that won't bother us. Because they and the master of the half-orcs are not all the same. In other words, since the existence of this species, they have no alliance with any party. They are only for themselves. It was decided at the beginning of their bloodline! So, as long as you cross the Schoen River, they will choose to escape at the first time, I can guarantee this."

"So, what is that?" the dwarf prince asked persistently.

It displeased Gandalf to see him chattering like an indecisive woman.

"Thorin Oakenshield! Son of Thraine. Where did your previous courage go? Didn't you ask me to conjure a bridge for you? Didn't you shout that it was time for the final battle? Who the hell is hesitating now? Do you look like a coward when you ask questions?"

The sorcerer's provocation really angered the dwarf prince.

Sorin didn't hesitate anymore, and took the lead in driving the chariot, walked onto the ice bridge, and came to the other side of the river.

After him, a full 3000 dwarves passed through the ice bridge made out of thin air by the master of the waters.

Looking at the fierce battlefield one mile away from the river crossing point, the matter has come to an end, and the dwarf prince also shouted very simply.

"Line up, line up.

Horn sheep first!

The chariot is behind!

Nori, Ori, Groin, you are in charge of leading the hoplites.

Fili, Beaver, you command the Horned Ram Riders.

Duvalin, follow me to attack their formation, don't give them time to assemble! "

As if the heavens were helping the dwarves, when the dwarves were adjusting their formation, a dark cloud floated in the sky, covering the moon, the stars dimmed, and the earth was almost dark.

This is the darkest hour before dawn.

It is also the eve of hope.

This made Sorin shout loudly: "Turin's beard is on the top, look, the heavens have mercy on us! Pity on us dwarves who are determined to revenge! The darkness has given us the best cover, and while Azog the Defiler That disgusting beast hasn't noticed yet, act quickly, revenge is at this moment!"

Only the gray-robed wizard knows that none of this is accidental. Vera's eyes are on this war and on the dragonborn that is about to rise.

His eyes passed through the darkness, and fell on the tall figure who was killing and killing in front of the city gate.

Finally, the queue of the dwarves was adjusted.

As the pioneers, Fili and Beaver raised their spears excitedly, and the horned sheep pouted uneasily.

After them, fifty dwarven chariots!

The sharp war blade of the wheel, even the brave dwarves will tremble when they see it!
In addition, the hoplites led by Dori, Ori, and Groin among the Turin dwarves were at the end.

There were a total of 3000 dwarf guards, and the army of half-orcs who had been fighting fiercely for a long time in front of Che Fan's eyes was nothing to worry about!

"anyway!"

The gray-robed wizard drew out his long sword, and there was a trace of satisfaction in his wise eyes: "My work has been completed, and the rest is up to God's will!"

He thought so.

"Now, children and grandchildren of Turin, sound the horn, let us charge, victory is ahead!"

As if smelling the smell of iron and blood, Thorin Oakenshield became excited, his eyes of hatred kept staring at the pale orc figure, mocking him for not knowing that his death was imminent.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh~"

With the blowing of the horn of the dwarves.

500 dwarven cavalry with horned sheep ran out immediately, and the dwarf knights above shouted excitedly.

And the dwarven chariots headed by Thorin rushed out in the second batch!
Hoplites followed closely behind.

As a result, the darkness that had always disturbed Sorin sensed the arrival of death for the first time, and they whispered and hissed uneasily.

Then, under Thorin's surprised eyes, these monsters with many legs, a pair of disgusting jaws, and a huge belly bag disgustingly dragged behind him hissed, flinched, and dropped Azog the Defiler and his army ran towards the Dusk Hills without looking back.

It turns out that these monsters hiding in the dark are actually a group of big spiders!

Beard of Turin!

Sorin watched with horror at this group of terrifying monsters who inherited the blood of Ugoliant, the first spider in the world during the era of the Double Trees, that is, the blood of Ugoliant who overthrew the Double Trees together with the dark enemy Morgoth, and never looked back. Escaping, I can't help but feel very grateful, thankful that I don't have to fight such a monster.

"Azog!"

The dwarf prince with no hindrance in the way was even more excited, he vigorously beat the horned sheep pulling the cart, and went straight to the enemy!

At this time, the half-orcs realized that there was an army behind them that could destroy them.

The pale orc shouted and cursed angrily.

He sent the wolf riders from Mordor to meet the dwarven vanguard, and he rode on the giant wolf to drive more orcs to regroup.

However, at this moment, the horn of the elf's counterattack also sounded.

800 elves rode heavily under the leadership of Cirdan, the owner of Gray Harbor, stepping on the last starlight before dawn, like the last stroke of an epic painting, so beautiful that it shocks people's hearts. Bai's Gray Harbor rushed out!

Behind them is the glorious banner of the northern elves spanning thousands of years.

bang.

The dwarves and elves crashed into the orcs almost at the same time.

A large group of gray and short half-orcs rolled up like waves, were thrown into the sky, and fell heavily.

Under the leadership of Cirdan, the elf cavalry entered the depths of the orcs' thick formation like hot knives cutting butter.

There were at least three or four ugly half-orcs with frightened faces hanging from the long spear blade.

The elves let go of their lances, drew out their swords, and continued to slash.

When these cowardly fellows saw it, they threw their weapons and shields to the ground in horror, turned around and ran away.

This directly led to the collapse of the Orc camp across the board.

No matter how much Azog cursed and beat them, these small fellows who had already been frightened refused to turn around and fight again. Facing the elf heavy cavalry that swept over like a tide, at this moment they only wanted to get rid of the elf's fear. He escaped under the knife's edge, and he didn't care about him, the Commander-in-Chief.

On the other side, the gray-robed wizard rode a big horse, held up his staff, and ran ahead of all the dwarves.

Suddenly, the gemstone on the top of his staff emitted a bright white light. This light contained the power of hope. The orcs were terrified and their hands and feet became weak when they saw it. The elves and dwarves were greatly encouraged by their blood.

With a bang, Fili and Beaver's horn sheep cavalry ran into the tall and swift orc wolf cavalry, and poked a strong half-orc who was much taller than them off the giant wolf.

Then the dwarven chariots that followed made them suffer again.

I saw the dwarves firing continuous crossbows made of fine iron, shooting these strong and tall black orcs off their horses one by one.

And the half-orc who fell off his mount was crushed into a meat paste by the rolling chariot wheels, and was crushed into minced meat.

In addition, if they successfully escaped the first two waves of attacks, the dwarves' thick and neat lineup of guards would let them see how the heavy infantry beat the light cavalry.

"Hahahaha!"

Under the command of the three dwarf generals Dori, Ori, and Groin, countless dwarves with long spears of more than two meters and three meters put their spears flat and stabbed them hard. Countless black orcs were immediately killed. Rulin's dwarf guards successfully stabbed the mount.

"No, you idiots! Hold your ground! Don't run!"

"Put your spears down, down your pikes! Stab those damned dwarf bastards for me, don't run away!"

However, no matter how angry the blasphemer Azog yelled, the half-orcs under the Gray Harbor City all turned around and ran away in panic all day long, ignoring him, the half-orc commander, at all.

Among them, the cunning and cowardly Grimas was the first to discover something was wrong.

When he saw the army of dwarves appearing mysteriously behind the half-orc, the timid and cunning half-orc immediately sneaked around, tiptoeing like a frightened rat, and ran away without looking back.

In the end, Azog himself became desperate.

The dwarves and elves charged his army at the same time in this wave of tacit understanding. The front and back attacks of the two sides directly shook the half-orc phalanx that was still intact.

They didn't know whether to face the impact of dwarf cavalry and chariots first, or turn around to meet the elf heavy cavalry with the least number.

In the end, Azog could only watch helplessly as his army was rammed into by elves and dwarves at the same time, cut into smaller phalanxes, and devoured them.

At this time, the darkest hour before dawn has passed.

In the sky, the radiance of Eärendil, the star of great hope, is shining brightly, suppressing the seven stars of Verachka, which represent blood and fire.

It seems obvious that the alliance of elves and dwarves has successfully won the battle.

And in the deepest part of the darkness, Yarien's light is faintly visible.

Dragon Bourne smashed the last ugly and short half-orc scumbag with a hammer, and looked up at the battlefield that had been pushed into the distance by the elf cavalry.

The stars were dim, and the morning light shimmered along the Shuen River. Countless short, ugly, and dirty half-orcs ran around screaming like headless chickens, with terrified faces and tense expressions.

And the number of elves and dwarves is obviously so much less than them.

Even before the elves headed by Cirdan and the dwarves headed by Thorin could be killed, they themselves were defeated in a chaotic manner.

Seeing that the half-orc army was about to fail, Azog the Defiler stared bitterly at the master of Gray Harbor and the dwarf prince who had shattered his plan. After thinking for a while, he took out a black horn.

It is inlaid with silver and precious stones.

"duo~"

It was very thick, and a weird horn sounded like a drum.

Everyone's hearts jumped almost at the same time, and an ominous omen came to their hearts.

Wielding a long sword and staff, the grey-robed wizard Gandalf, who was rough and simple in the battle, stopped in surprise and looked back at the distant sky.

There, a strange fiery red light pierced the darkness before dawn.

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar filled with hatred and jealousy towards all life suddenly sounded, and the elves, dwarves, and even the dragonborn couldn't help shivering.

"what is that?"

Fenner put Galadlance, who had no more arrows to shoot, on her back, and came to the side of the blood-stained Dragonborn standing proudly.

"A horrible monster!"

Dragon Bourne didn't know how to say the word Balrog in Sindarin, so he thought about it, and used the word monster with a serious face.

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