Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 25 The Elegy of the Turin Dwarves

"Balrog!"

Sindarin, namely: Mighty Demon!
Cirdan is also an elder who has experienced the first era, when the elf kings fought against the dark enemy Morgoth. Soon he heard from the terrible roar that it was the voice of the ancient demon Baallog, which made his reputation The expression of the distant elf hero changed instantly.

"Let these half-orcs go, the enemy of life is coming, my people, the fate of the northern elves is about to be revealed!"

Cirdan stopped, and the treasured sword in his hand was emitting an indescribably beautiful light under the light of the morning sun.

As a result, the elves stopped the horses under their crotches one after another, readjusted their formation, and faced north.

The gray-robed wizard also recognized the monster's real body, and said in horror, "Flame of Udn!"

Regardless of the defeated half-orcs around him, he shouted at Thorin, who was still angrily rushing towards the defiler Azog, who was protected by a group of black orc wolfriders from Mordor: "Shorin, stop chasing, really The great enemy has come, let the dwarves gather their formation and run for their lives!"

But the dwarf prince, who had been dazed by his anger, seemed to have not heard, just blindly drove the chariot, chasing the enemy of the dwarves in Turin, killed countless dwarves and his grandfather, the enemy of Thror I, Pale Orc, Azog the Defiler.

Finally, after a series of pursuits and escapes, Sorin caught up with Azog the Defiler, the enemy of life and death who turned and fled after sounding the weird horn, one league away from the battlefield.

At this time, there were only a few subordinates left on both sides.

Among them stood the brave Duvalin and Beaver beside Thorin.

"Stupid dwarven scum."

Azog, with scars on his big white face, said with a sinister smile, "You actually left your subjects behind, and let them face Turin's nemesis, the flames of death, to seek their own death!"

Only then did Sorin realize what happened next.

He turned around in surprise.

But they found that on the distant battlefield, the half-orcs ran frantically like frightened birds and beasts, even ignoring the elves and dwarves chasing them, as if they were chasing something terrifying behind them.

The elves also stopped, and were reorganizing their queues, as if they were waiting, or welcoming their fate.

Only the dwarves are still foolishly chasing and killing the defeated orcs.

"Fili, Beaver!"

On the chaotic battlefield, the gray-robed wizard called out to be the second heir to the royal family of Turin and the leader of the Horned Sheep Knight.

"Stop bullying these poor fellows. Hurry up and order to purge the dwarves' team and let them escape into the elves' port. The dwarves will not be able to deal with the next battle. Don't stay here and wait for death in vain!"

Fili, who was in the midst of killing, stopped unsatisfied. The face and beard of the young dwarf were stained with the filthy blood of the half-orc, and the weapons and armor were also stained with blood. It can be seen that our young heir to the royal family In terms of bravery, he did not shame the ancestors.

"what happened?"

Philip looked around the battlefield, but he didn't find his uncle Thorin, so he asked anxiously. "Where is my uncle?"

Gandalf said angrily: "Forget about your stubborn uncle who doesn't listen to people's words, Philip, let the dwarves gather again and head for the port of the elves. Hurry up, time waits for no one, the enemy of life is coming, It is not something you can handle, run for your life."

Fili hurriedly turned his head, only to find that behind the dwarf, a very terrifying figure was walking slowly under the shadow of the sun, mixed with thick smoke and flames.

The soaring evil aura even affected the morning light in the sky, and a large ominous cloud was seen rolling in, trying to push Yarien's light back into the darkness.

The dwarf just glanced at it, gripped by a powerful fear in his heart.

"what is that!"

Fili pointed at the evil monster with red light and shadows tremblingly, his tongue was so stiff that he couldn't control it, and he couldn't say another word for a long time.

"Don't be in a daze, dwarf! Come on, get the other dwarves together, don't lose your life here!"

cried Gandalf, and then, ignoring the stunned young dwarf, galloped away to the Elves on the other side of the field.

"Master Cirdan!"

He immediately bowed to the owner of Gray Harbor very respectfully.

Dressed in military uniform, the master of Gray Harbor nodded and returned a salute as heroic as an ancient hero.

He said.

"Mythrandil, you really fulfilled your mission and brought back the reinforcements! The dwarves came at just the right time, and the northern elves owe you a favor."

"but now."

There was a worried look in Cirdan's gray eyes: "Perhaps the arrival of the dwarves may not be a lucky thing for them."

Gandalf turned his head and followed the line of sight of the owner of Gray Harbor, and saw the scene that almost made his nose crooked.

I see.

"Where is Thorin? Where is our king?"

Groin (that is, Gimli, or Gimli's father), who was in charge of commanding the 3000 dwarf guards, and Ori and Nori shouted, with nervous but firm faces.

"Hold your ground, dwarves!"

A stupid, but admirable decision, when everyone is running for their lives, the retrograde sounded. "Turin's eyes are on us, for the glory of our ancestors!"

The dwarves swallowed frantically, but their stubborn nature made them refuse to flinch.

"roar~"

A monstrous figure in silhouette, with flaming yellow eyes, huge horns, and a bloody mouth, stepped forward before the dwarf.

It had long and powerful arms with steel claws, thick and thick palms, and reversely twisted knees. What it exhaled was not gas, but scorching flames.

It has no form, but inside it is a flame.

It is the fallen Maia, once the Holy Spirit.

Shadow is its armor, flame is its weapon, it burns everything, destroys everything, it is the ancient demon Balrog (Balrog)!
Groin and the others couldn't help swallowing saliva, a trace of fear flashed across their resolute faces.

The dwarves of course recognized the Balrog, known as Turin's slayer.After all, Kazadum, the hometown of the Turin dwarves, was destroyed by the Balrog in the ground.

but.

The dwarves in heavy armor clenched their spears tightly, erected their shields, and waited stupidly but resolutely.

Although he has not really succeeded to the throne, Thorin has already worn the royal robe in the eyes of the Turin dwarves, and the stubborn dwarves refused to leave their king and run away alone.

Then, tragedy happened.

This Balrog, who came out of nowhere, was very angry at the dwarves' incompetence. From its point of view, everyone was running away like crazy, but you little dwarfs were desperate to stand in the way of Udun's fire. In front of him, are you not giving me face?
The flaming yellow eyes of the terrifying monster that hadn’t appeared on the Central Continent for many years were blazing with rage. In its hand, a long sword formed of pure flames lit up, and a long sword whose tail was divided into many whips. whip.

Then, in the terrified eyes of this group of stubborn dwarves, the Balrog slashed down with a sword.

Wow.

A large number of dwarves flew up together.

The terrifying force instantly knocked out a huge gap in the thick dwarf phalanx.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying Balrog swept away again.

Dozens of dwarves were directly swept away.

The faces of Groin and the generals of the imperial guards all turned green.At this moment, the dwarf's stupidity cost them dearly.

This is just a short meeting, and the battle damage of 3000 dwarf guards is much greater than half a day's fierce battle with orcs!
The weapons of the dwarves were useless against the tall Balrog that was covered in thick flames. The spears made of fine steel poked the terrifying monster and melted into molten iron.

Seeing his own people being massacred by that terrible monster, Sorin, who was dazed by hatred, finally woke up. He struggled to look at the enemy who was close at hand, and his steel teeth were almost on the verge of gnashing Rotten, but in the end, the dwarf prince chose to retreat.

But now it was Azog's turn to stop him.

"Dwarf scum, think of running away now? It's too late! Thorin Oakenshield, your arrogance and arrogance are like a cup of poison, it will make the royal family of Turin shed the last drop of blood, and the scepter of the kingdom below the mountain will eventually die In vain! Just like when I cut off the head of your grandfather, Thror I!"

Hearing this dirty, shameless beast, who had a blood feud with the dwarves of Turin, mention the grandfather he killed, Sorin, who had calmed down, turned his eyes red again. He ignored Duvalin and Beaver's obstruction , turned back and fought Azog.

Here, seeing the dwarves being massacred by the ancient demon Balrog, Gandalf and Cirdan finally arrived.

The old wizard raised his arms high, and the wand in his hand burst into an extremely dazzling light.

In this ray of light, Gandalf's figure became extremely tall, and his voice was loud, like thunder.

"Corrupted Flame, this is the servant of the Secret Flame, the holder of the Five Witch Staff, the order of the gray robe wizard, go away, go back to your abyss! There is no one under the bright and holy star of Eärendil. Where the evil and ugly figure exists!"

"Go, sons of Turin."

Amidst the crackling sound, the owner of Gray Harbor said to the dwarves under the strong light, "Run away, while there is still a chance, run far away, the next battle is not something you can handle!"

At this time, Fili also broke free from the fear brought by Turin's nemesis, and ran over riding a horned sheep.

He said loudly: "Everyone, follow me closely."

Because the young dwarf was one of the heirs of the royal family, after Groin and the others looked at each other this time, they stopped insisting, helped the injured dwarf, and fled from here in embarrassment.

The Balrog was enraged by the white light in the hands of the gray-robed wizard.

The light is so harsh that it associates it with something terribly unpleasant.

So it raised the flaming sword and slashed it down.

Gandalf's face changed, and the dazzling white light condensed into a ball of light, protecting him.

when.

The flaming long sword shattered on the ball of light and shattered into a sky full of flames.

But Gandalf was not happy.

Because, the angry fallen Holy Spirit pulled his hand, and an identical flaming long sword appeared in its hand again.

"roar~"

The monster opened its mouth wide and let out a terrifying roar.

All the dwarves and elves who heard the roar froze, and a boundless darkness enveloped everyone's heart.

They all remembered the most terrible things.

Probably the witch from the scariest story you heard at night as a child.

Or it could be the nightmare of waking up while taking a nap under a willow tree by the river while out alone.

What's more, you are walking in the cold wilderness, there is nothing, no sound, no trace of people, just yourself.

Therefore, Gandalf knew that this was the dark magic of the Balrog, who wanted to deprive people of their pursuit of happiness and hope for light, and fell into darkness.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a quaint ring inlaid with a ruby ​​suddenly shone brightly in the wizard's hand.

"In the name of the Eight Kings, light will always prevail over evil!"

He shouted loudly, and there was a hopeful power in his voice. It was the ring of fire among the three elves—the power of Naya, the most precious power in Central Continent.

Everyone was healed by his voice, the Balrog's dark magic was dispelled, and the dwarves and elves shivered in unison, as if they were having a nightmare, dripping with cold sweat.

Only then did people know how terrifying the monster in front of them is, and the horrible shape is just its most inconspicuous manifestation. What is really awesome about it is that it can deprive people of their pursuit of all good things, leaving only the cold, A hopeless body.

"Don't try to deprive good people of hope, Boglier's servant! Your strength is just a drop in the ocean in front of the secret fire's servant!"

The gray-robed wizard strode forward, and the light of Naya in his hand almost covered the starlight in the sky.

In the east, Eärendil seemed to be drawn, shining brightly.

The Eight Kings are Manwe, Varda, Ulmo, Yavanna and Aoli, Mandos, Nina, and Oromy. They are the eight most powerful among the mighty ones who created this world. Calling their names at this moment is to strengthen your heart.

And Bogriel is the tyrant and cruel one in the Noldor language, referring to the dark enemy Morgoth.

Apparently, the gray-robed wizard didn't think that the Eastern Phantom could drive an ancient demon like Balrog to work for him.

In the depths of his heart, a terrible thought was emerging.

The horrific Balrog seemed very surprised. It didn't expect that the figure in front of him could dispel its dark magic, something that even the elves couldn't do.

Moreover, the power contained in the ring in this person's hand made him fearful, but at the same time made him instinctively covet him.

The Balrog desperately wanted to have it.

This is a powerful desire it hasn't had in years.

As a result, the flames of this evil monster from ancient times flourished, and the terrible shadow swept over like a dark cloud.

It roared, and the long flaming sword in its hand slashed down again.

The attack was so terrible that the white ball of light in Gandalf's hand finally couldn't resist it.With a bang, it shattered at the same time as the Balrog's long sword.

"Mith Randil!"

Cirdan stepped forward quickly, stabbing the monster's right foot with the treasured knife in his hand, cutting a scar on its non-mortal body.Lava-like blood rolled down.

The demon from ancient times roared in fright and took a few steps back.

The Balrog looked at the treasured sword in the hands of the master of Gray Harbor angrily, and recognized that it was a magical weapon specially forged by the ancient elves in Gondolin to fight against the elves' enemies of that era, the Balrogs and Orcs.

So, it knew that the elf in front of it was not easy to mess with.

But it is very eager for the ring of power in the hands of the wizard, and it doesn't think that today, the people of light are getting more and more depraved, and no one can defeat it.

This stinky elf just took advantage of its unpreparedness and succeeded in sneak attacking. It is a villain.

Thus, the Balrog boosted his morale and attacked again.

The battle between the gray-robed wizard and the owner of the gray port and the ancient Balrog was earth-shattering. Those who were lucky enough to witness the battle outside the last and most sacred port of the elves in the north, Mythrond, were all stunned and dumbfounded.

But with the passage of time, the wizard and the owner of the Gray Harbor gradually fell into a disadvantage.

The power of the ancient demons is beyond everyone's imagination. Gandalf and Cirdan are still getting tired after World War I.

In the distance, Dragon Bourne blinked his golden vertical pupils and made some kind of decision.

He said to Fenna, who was staring blankly beside him, "Stay here and don't run around."

After speaking, the Dragonborn raised his warhammer and walked to the distant battlefield.

Fenner hastily pulled the giant, but in vain only grabbed a sliver of air.

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