Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 37 The Master of the Spire
Dragon Bourne rejoined the leaders of the coalition forces at the foot of the mountain.

This time, the Dragonborn had made up his mind.

He said to Thorin: "I am determined to restore this great city. Will the dwarves obey my orders?"

The dwarf prince immediately put his chest on the horned sheep and bowed his head. "I promise to fight for you, and this oath has never wavered."

"So."

Dragon Bourne nodded, and issued a combat order: "Please make the dwarves ready for battle, and I will bring this great city into the camp of light again."

Thorin Oakenshield looked very serious. He turned the horn sheep and ran towards the phalanx of dwarves behind.

Then Dragon Bourne asked the human ranger again.

"What about you, son of Alador, Arathorn. Your suggestion is deeply in my heart. Are you willing to lead your tribe and elves to attack the orcs in the city from the rear?"

Arathorn nodded immediately, with a determined look on his face, which was blown by the cold wind of the Eton Wasteland: "Your order is our mission! The sword of the Dúnedain is for you, my lord."

"very good."

Dragon Bourne said with satisfaction: "Then please lead 500 elves, sneak into Annuminas from the 'path' you mentioned, and cause as much chaos as possible among the enemies in the city, and we will serve you at the main gate." Attract attention."

"Fenner will assist you."

After thinking about it, he ordered the name of the female chef.

On this occasion, the female head chef acted extremely conscientiously. Her expression was calm and resolute, and she joined Arazon's team together with the rangers under her command without saying a word.

Watching the people of Dúnedain and a small group of elves break away from the main force, bypass the mountains in the southern mountains of the Dusk Hills, and go to a certain trail in the northwest.

Dragon Bourne asked the gray-robed wizard who had been watching with a smile on his face, but said nothing.

"Gandalf, is there any omission in my decision?"

Gandalf bowed slightly: "No, my lord."

The fact is also true, Dragon Bourne is just the one who makes up his mind, and other people will implement it specifically.

The elves and dwarves are races that have been through war for a long time, and he doesn't need to worry about marching formations, so the black-haired dragonborn nodded, and his tall and burly body was set off by the even larger Holy Spirit Nahal Down, it looks even more stalwart and majestic.

"Then let's start the next battle."

He said.

The golden vertical pupil fell on the majestic city among the mountains not far away.

The wizard bowed his gray head deeply.

Following the order of the dragonborn, the coalition forces of elves and dwarves moved.

The 1000 elves in exquisite and light golden armor followed closely behind the 800 heavily armored dwarf guards, marching in uniform steps towards Anuminas with an astonishing momentum.

On the southeast side of Annuminas, that is, in the direction of the main city gate, Nenweiao Lake (Twilight Lake) meets the Balanduin River and washes out a large neat valley plain.

This is one of the granaries of the ancient Numenoreans. Originally, a large area of ​​crops such as barley and wheat were planted here to solve part of the rations of Anuminas.

But the successive wars consumed the population potential of the Kingdom of Arno, and in the end this magnificent city completely declined.

When their population could no longer fill a single district of this magnificent city, the descendants of Valandil could only abandon Annuminas, which had been their capital for hundreds of years, and moved to Fonos on the North Hill. special.

In other words, Anuminas is different from Fornoster. Anuminas was voluntarily abandoned, so its gates and walls are still intact enough.

The bottom layer of the city wall of Annuminas built on the hillside is nearly 30 meters high, plus a multi-layered inner city built around the hillside. It can be said that in terms of defense alone, Anuminas in the north Nas is not far behind Minas Tirith in Gondor in the south!
Even the most valiant warriors would feel their scalps go numb when they saw Anuminas, who was like a tortoise shell.

And this is why Grimas chose this ancient human city as his small kingdom lair.

It has had enough of the bullying and beating of the Uruk (black orcs) in the east, and the bullying of the Gundaba giants in the north.Short, blind in one eye, Grimas from the Misty Mountains will be his own king!

You read that right.

Grimas, the half-orc who first escaped from the battlefield of Mythronde three days ago, relied on his more cunning and cruel temperament, coaxed and deceived a large number of half-orcs who also came from the Misty Mountains, and occupied Anu. Minas, the capital of the ancient Númenoreans, started a happy life of occupying the mountain as king.

From Grimas's point of view, it shouldn't go back and let the pale orc dictate.

It's nice here, with fresh fish (Annuminas is directly adjacent to the vast Lake of Dusk), and few people, so you don't have to worry about being attacked by annoying pointy ears or humans.In your free time, you can take advantage of the night and go south to bully halflings who are weaker than them. Wouldn't such a day be better than going back and being scolded and beaten by the Uruk and pale orcs above your head?

Therefore, the ambitious Grimas began to fantasize about the envious eyes of his compatriots from the north and the east when he bullied the dwarfs in Shire with his fresh clothes and angry horses.

But it's a pity that fantasy is always beautiful, but the reality is so skinny.

Although this cunning half-orc used lies and cruel methods to forcibly deceive nearly 5000 dwarf half-orcs who also came from the Misty Mountains into his command.

But Anuminas had been abandoned for many years after all, and there was no food inside or outside the city for these half-orcs to feed themselves.

The fantasy of fishing to satisfy hunger is just its wishful thinking.

After all, these degenerate creatures who are lazy and loot for a living don't have such a good temperament to go fishing in the lake.

Not to mention, the half-orcs still lack boats and large nets for fishing.

Therefore, Grimas' beautiful fantasy was hit hard from the very beginning.

These dwarf half-orcs from the Misty Mountains officially started fighting among themselves after two days of starvation.

They screamed and cursed, and the stronger half-orc kicked and kicked the weaker half-orc out of the dark corner, even slashing the knife, so that it was only the smaller half-orc A bit of maggot-ridden bread hidden away.

And when the more ferocious and stronger half-orc fiercely pulled the knife out of the chest of his own race, he snatched the knife from the hand of this poor little half-orc who didn't want to die. A small piece of blackened and smelly bread was stuffed into the yellowed, jagged mouth.

The eyes of more hungry half-orcs around them turned green.

"Food, fresh food! Meat, fresh meat!"

After confirming that the stronger half-orc walked away contentedly, the hungry half-orcs with green eyes couldn't bear it any longer, rushed forward and tore their dead brethren into pieces.

Such evil is almost everywhere.

Orcs destroy themselves with astonishing speed.

Grimas stood on the second floor of the city wall of Anuminas, with an ugly expression on his face, witnessing the disgusting, terrifying deeds of his fellow clansmen below.

At this moment, it is wearing a piece of armor that it got from nowhere. Some of the marks on it have not been completely worn off, and the trace of a tree can be vaguely seen.

There is a sharp weapon pinned to his waist, and he is not wearing a helmet. The fierce light in his one eye turns from time to time.

"Eat, eat, eat, you dirty, stinking slobs, you can do nothing but eat! Grimas brought you here not to let you sit and eat! The fish in the lake There are so many, so fresh, you idiots are not going to catch any of them, my great cause is about to be eaten by you!"

Grimas cursed and roared frantically in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Around him, a small group of half-orcs who were fully armed like him, with no hunger on their faces, stared fiercely at the thin, hungry fellows below, holding their swords, swords, bows and crossbows tightly in their hands.

Finally, when these disgusting, stinking slobs finally ate some poor 'food', Grimas stood on the tall city wall and shouted loudly: "Listen up! , you lazy bedbugs, it is Grimas who gives you a place to hide, it is Grimas who gives you a poor mouthful of food, it is Grimas who gives you a place to eat, and it is Grimas who gives you a place where you are surrounded by pointy-eared stinky elves. I protected you when they ran and hid like rabbits! You need to be grateful! You will regard me as king and listen to me!"

But these cruel, stupid and short-sighted half-orcs shouted: "Haha, Grimas, blind Grimas! An ugly guy who came out of nowhere, a one-eyed dragon, and a runaway king! Balabala, a bunch of ridiculous names! You are just a coward who ran here first, and hid in this abandoned human city! What qualifications do you have to be our master!"

"Stupid Grimas, damned Grimas, you tricked us here and left us starving, I'm going to rip your belly open, pull out your guts, and see if your darling It really looks like a master."

Looking at the turbulent crowd below, who looked like he was about to rebel, Grimas, who had only been king for less than three days, also had a dark face.

It cursed loudly, and jumped its feet angrily like a clown.

It cursed the goblins for not knowing good and bad, for eating the food that Grimas had prepared for them, and turning against him, and cursing them for a terrible death, and for being decapitated by pointy-eared elves.

But the orcs below laughed even more happily, mocking Grimas.

"Food? The food that Grimas talked about is just dead rats and maggot-infested bread! There is even no bread today, so how dare you speak crazy things like master!"

"If we deserve to be decapitated by the pointy-eared stinky elf, then you, Grimas, the king of escape, one-eyed coward, should have your limbs pulled out by the pointy-eared one, and you should be smashed under the dazzling big yellow face!"

Grimas was furious.

Its eyes were full of fierceness, and it made a gesture to the vicious subordinates around it.

So the group of villains around it who were obviously more well-equipped and in better condition than the half-orcs below opened their crossbows and shot and killed the half-orcs who shouted the most. All of a sudden.

"Dead man, dead man!"

The half-orcs ran away in fear, and hid in various buildings of the ancient Númenoreans, shivering.

At this time, it was the turn of the owner of the spire, Grimas' own name. He was very afraid of the high tower in the center of Annuminas, but at the same time coveted it, so he gave it such a majestic name. No. - Appeared.

It said loudly proudly.

"Don't be resentful, don't be angry, the owner of the steeple has already known your request! When night falls, we will go to the green land in the south to burn, kill and loot! Halflings have abundant food and delicious drinks, but they don't have bows with pointed ears Swords and guns are the perfect objects for us to show off! Then you bloody, clueless slobs can eat as much as you want and drink as much as you want! No more starving! In Grimas It's not a bad thing to ask for a living under your command!"

It has to be said that this cunning half-orc still has a certain level of tongue and tongue. Hearing that they can be burned, killed and looted without starving, the half-orcs who are hiding in the bottom are careful from all kinds of things. Crawled out of the gloomy corner.

These depraved creatures have evil, greedy eyes, and disgusting saliva from yellow, jagged teeth.

"Grimas! Grimas! Grimas!"

They yelled, putting their previous anger and fear behind them.

Seeing that a rebellion was finally wiped out invisible by his own wisdom and force, the owner of the steeple finally proudly straightened his rickety waist.

Perhaps in its view, domination is only today.

But obviously, Iluvita is not used to this timid and cunning half-orc, a very loud, deafening horn sounded suddenly, breaking its dream.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

All the orcs were stunned.

Only three days had passed since the offensive and defensive battle of Myslond, and they had not forgotten this familiar voice.

"Dwarf scum! It's the horn of dwarf scum."

cried a half-orc in horror.

"shut up!"

The spire master trembled with anger (or fear), and its shrill roar wafted through the deserted and desolate Annuminas. "Damn idiots! Go to the gates, go to the gates! It's our turn to be protected by tall, strong walls, and the dwarves can't get in!"

"Take your bows and crossbows, don't forget your knives and guns, you idiots, if we let the dwarf scum into the city, we will all die! Okay, okay, don't be afraid, let's give the dwarf scum a good look! with you."

Maybe it was the tall city walls that the spire master said gave them courage, or they were simply threatened and persecuted by Grimas.

These half-orcs rushed up to the main city wall of the southwestern gate of Annuminas, cursing and pushing each other, looking down in horror.

Outside the majestic and majestic gate of Annuminas, on the valley plain washed out by Lake Nenvio and the Balanduin River, Sorin Oakenshield rode a majestic horned sheep, wielding a warhammer, running back and forth .

"Stand your ground and erect your shields!"

Under his command, eight hundred dwarf guards formed a formation that was not thick but tough enough, and slowly advanced towards the magnificent city in front of them.

And behind the dwarves, there are a thousand elves with bows and guns, and their steps are uniform.

In addition, cavalry of elves and dwarves stared at both sides of the valley.

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