Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 39

Fenner immediately gave him a look of pity.

The half-orcs are equivalent to digging Arathorn's ancestral graves. It's no wonder these Dúnedain people are happy.

"Sorry to hear such news."

Fenner shook her head and said, "But what is more important for us now is to destroy this place that is obviously a half-orc warehouse. In this way, these dirty and ugly fallen creatures must also be shaken."

The female elf could feel that the wind blowing from the Dusk Hills was getting faster, like the eve of a storm.

"I personally suggest that if you think it's a pity, you can take out these weapons, so that they can provide you with some protection when you fight later. I can feel that the battle is about to break out."

Arathon hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and nodded to the two fellow clansmen who followed the team.

So the two Dúnedain immediately entered the Orc's warehouse, and took out several Second Age-style swords, guns, swords and axes from inside.

Arathon also went in, and after a while, he came out with a pair of armor and a shield.

Above, the emblem of the Kingdom of Arno is clearly visible.

"All right?"

Fenner asked.

Arazon nodded, obviously a bit disappointed and relieved.

Immediately the elf spread the flaming things collected during this period around the warehouse, and set them on fire.

The tongue of fire spread rapidly from small to large, and within a short while, under the blowing of the more blazing north wind, it burned violently.The resulting plume of smoke billowed into the sky.

And similar thick smoke and flames seemed to be negotiated, rising one after another in Anumina.

"Next, it's time to test us." Fenner clenched Galadlance tightly, "We need to delay the half-orcs' counterattack as much as possible during this period of time, so that the coalition forces at the main gate can Cut your losses."

Arathorn's face was solemn, and he tightly grasped the shining Arno royal sword in his hand.

In fact.

Grimas soon discovered the billowing smoke that suddenly rose from the city.

It yelled in rage: "Liars, thieves, murderers! Look what you have done to you vile dwarf scum and pointy ears! My city! My city is rising black with smoke! Come on, fools Hey guys, someone set fire to the city! Go put out the fire! Ah, the thief who deserves to be killed! The arsonist! Grimas wants you all to die, just like the skeletons in the tomb!"

The orcs around looked at each other helplessly, but soon, these stupid idiots were screamed and beaten by the owner of the steeple, and quickly ran down the city wall to fight the fire.

The chaos on the city wall was quickly noticed by Gandalf. He drew out his long sword vigilantly and raised his cane.

Sure enough, the next moment.

The maniacal roar of the spire master came down. "Kill him, kill that old swindler!"

The half-orc guards on the city wall immediately opened their short bows.

"kill him."

The coalition forces also saw the thick smoke rising from the city for the first time. Dragon Bourne and Sorin were overjoyed, knowing that Arathorn's operation was obviously a success.

Seeing that the orcs on the city wall began to fall into chaos, some guards ran down from the city wall, and the defense of the main gate was weakened.

Dragon Bourne immediately said decisively: "Kill that half-orc."

As he spoke, the Dragonborn took the helmet from an elf attendant and put it on his head.

Another square shield with a length of 2 meters and a width of more than 1 meter was lifted.

Above, the mithril-gilt Telperion (silver sacred tree) and the gold-carved Laurelin (golden sacred tree) faintly exude holy light in the morning light.

In addition, there are precious stones and pattern decorations, which are extremely luxurious.

"Sorin, I entrust the battle to you, and I will meet Gandalf."

The war is critical, and the dwarf prince didn't talk nonsense. He quickly said loudly: "The whole army is attacking!"

Not to mention the dwarf guards who put down their spears one after another and began to march towards the city gate.

On the elf's side, following the order of the dragonborn, a sharpshooter immediately stood up, pulled the bowstring, and hit an arrow hundreds of meters away, jumping up and down on the high wall of Annuminas like a clown Grimas.

"Hehe."

The owner of the steeple covered his ugly face hit by the elf's arrow, gasped twice like a bellows, and fell to the ground.

"The master is dead, the master is dead!"

The half-orcs who were already at a loss due to the fire and smoke rising from the city and the marching army under the city became even more terrified. These timid and depraved creatures from the Misty Mountains dropped their bows, arrows, knives and guns, and scattered in a crowd. .

Grimas is just a half-orc who suddenly emerged with cunning mind and cruel means, which is not enough to establish enough majesty among the thousands of ferocious half-orcs from the Misty Mountains.

Of course, there are those who are timid and run away, and those who are cruel and stupid, who want to avenge the owner of the steeple.

"Don't run, don't run!"

In the chaos, more half-orcs were roared and whipped by another cunning and strong half-orc, the deputy of the spire master, and started to fight back with short orc bows in their hands.

This part of the orcs shouted in a high-pitched hoarse voice.

"The despicable and shameless pointed ears killed the master, avenge the master!"

Then they pulled out the crossbows and shot at Gandalf at the bottom one after another.

The wizard danced with a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, and knocked all the arrows to the ground.

"You idiots!"

In the cloud-like rain of arrows, Gandalf seemed to grow suddenly: he stood up straight, and his huge figure was like a stone monument of an ancient king, standing menacingly on the top of the mountain.

"I am the servant of the secret fire, and I am the master of the fire of Anor." He bowed like a cloud, and shouted at the orc cubs on the city wall: "Your vicious crossbows will not stick to a piece of my sleeve!"

This part of the orcs was frightened by his god-like roar, their hands and feet were weak, and they forgot to shoot.

The off-string arrow was also sent flying by the sudden burst of white light from the wizard.

"Gandalf!"

Dragon Bourne rode Nahar, sweeping from behind him like light.

"Are you okay?"

The dragonborn erected an astonishing giant shield like a door panel, and pressed it against the heads of the two.

The figure of the sorcerer skyrocketed back to a normal state.

He said.

"Okriam, the situation is urgent. We need to break through the city gate as soon as possible, otherwise the elves and dwarves will suffer heavy casualties."

Listening to the sound of arrows clanging above his head, Dragon Bourne understood that the orcs on the city wall had recovered.

He looked at the wizard hesitantly.

Look at the coalition forces that have entered the range of the orcs on the city wall.

He nodded heavily.

Nahal seemed to know his intentions, raised his huge golden horseshoe, and stepped on the golden light of the morning sun one by one, and rushed to the gate of Anuminas.

The half-orc who reacted immediately desperately poured a rain of arrows on the head of the black-haired dragonborn.

But they were all left behind by Nahar's lightning speed.And the huge heavy shield held by the black-haired dragonborn was bounced off.

In addition, the elf line behind the dwarves was not idle either. They drew their longbows one after another, and the arrows precisely landed on the half-orcs on the city wall.

A large number of half-orcs without armor and helmets were pierced through their heads by the arrows of the elves and fell from the high walls.

So these half-orcs panicked and aimed at the elves and dwarves.

The fight began.

The elves' arrows rained down on the half-orcs' heads, blocking the half-orcs' offensive, and Gandalf was able to run back to the coalition forces smoothly.

The dwarven guards, led by Thorin, slowly but safely formed a formation like a tortoise shell, and marched towards the gate of Anuminas.

at the same time.

The gates of Annuminas are made of fine iron, and the steel pillars are always new, and the rivets on the gates are even slightly shining.

It can be seen that the magic of the elves is still at work.

"Master Hal, please give me a helping hand."

Dragon Bourne yelled.

Immediately, the Holy Spirit stood up, and the golden horseshoes were raised high.

With the fall of Nahar's huge golden horseshoe, Gladios, the silver-white hammer in Dragon Bourne's hand, slammed on the city gate made of fine iron with the sound of wind and thunder.

when.

The scalp-numbing bang was like thunder, shaking the elves, dwarves and even half-orcs on the battlefield.

Everyone looked in the direction of the city gate in horror.

I saw a flash of white light, and the thick city gate built by the ancient Numenoreans shattered.

It was the joint masterpiece of the light of Valinor and the power of the dragon.

"Knights of elves and dwarves!"

Wandering on both sides of the river valley, Galdo, the striker commander of the coalition who lined up, lit up his eyes.

"charge!"

As the melodious and surging horns of the elves were blown, 500 elf knights and 200 dwarf horned sheep cavalry ran from slow to fast.

They followed the passage vacated by the dwarven guards and rushed straight into the city gate that was blasted by Dragon Bourne.

The half-orc who couldn't escape along the way had his head cut off by the sharp blade of the elf cavalry galloping over.It was the heavy hammer of the dwarf horned sheep cavalry behind that smashed the brain.

These cowardly and ferocious corrupted creatures flee screaming.

They were completely terrified.

Such a thick city gate was smashed to pieces like paper just by the black-haired dragon descendant and the holy spirit under his crotch.

"Monster! The silver monster is coming again. He wants to smash the heads of all orcs. If you don't want to die, run for your life!"

The terrified cries spread rapidly among the orcs like a plague.

The cavalry of the elves and dwarves rushed towards the inner city of Annuminas along the bloody road blazed by Dragon Bourne.

Anuminas, which had been abandoned for thousands of years, once again sounded the passionate cry of killing.

In addition, Dragon Bourne held a shield in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand. With the help of Holy Spirit Nahar, he rushed up the city wall from the stairs near the city gate.

These short, hideous and ugly creatures couldn't stop this one-man killing god at all.

I saw Nahar's huge golden horseshoe, one on each side, stomping hard, crushing the dirty and ugly heads of the two orcs decisively.

Dragon Bourne let out an angry battle roar, and the terrible voice shocked all the orcs on the city wall to tremble.

Duo.

I don't know which unlucky ghost, his hand trembled, and a short black orc arrow hit the giant shield in Dragon Bourne's hand.

This arrow was like cold water pouring into hot oil, instantly pulling away the violent killing.

One man and one horse immediately adjusted their direction, and the tank crashed into the place with the most orcs like a flock of sheep.

Countless short and ugly half-orcs screamed and were thrown into the air by the huge Nahar who directly hit them with broken bones and tendons.

The courageous half-orcs opened their short bows recklessly, and shot at the black-haired dragonborn and Nahar tremblingly, but they were all protected by Dragon Bourne with a shield.

Nahal is not a mortal thing, no matter galloping or stopping, whether it is turning or accelerating, the Holy Spirit Nahal seems to communicate with the black-haired dragonborn, and there is no need for him to manipulate it.

I saw him wielding Gladios, and when the heavy warhammer touched the ugly head of the orc, a bunch of disgusting colors suddenly burst out.

While opening his mouth to spit out, a blazing dragon flame suddenly burst out, burning all the orcs on this section of the city wall like a plow court sweeping holes!
The terrifying dragon flame directly destroyed the morale of the half-orcs here.

The spire master's lieutenant screamed and left the body of the master Grimas, and fled without looking back.

Affected by this, a large number of heartbroken half-orcs also dropped their weapons one after another, screamed and jumped off the tall city wall, falling half to death.

But even so, they were unwilling to face the terrifying dragonborn again.

Thorin and Gandalf looked in surprise at the black-haired dragonborn who was running back and forth to kill on the tall wall of Annuminas as if possessed by Tulkas, their eyes sparkled.

The dwarves who lived through Smaug's Rebellion nearly tore off their beards.

"Turin's beard! What is that! He can breathe fire, is he really a dragon?"

"We're serving a dragon! This is so strange..."

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