Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 40 Victory and Healing

In fact, the moment the thick gate of Annuminas was smashed, the outcome of this battle was already doomed.

The loud noise like thunder even spread to the depths of the Twilight Hills.

Startled a large group of birds and beasts.

Arazon, who was fighting in the city, watched in amazement that the half-orcs who had been coming up continuously seemed to have encountered something terrible, and they receded like a tide.

Fenner's ears moved.

She heard the familiar sound of horns and the rumbling gallop of cavalry.

"Okriam and the others have broken through the city gate, and the coalition forces have entered the city." With the last arrow piercing through the head of a fleeing orc, the female elf put away Galadrans.

"The half-orcs have been defeated, and we have won this battle."

Only then did Arathorn and his people heave a sigh of relief, and they almost sat down on the ground.

It can be seen that Arathon's condition is not very good at the moment, a wound across his left shoulder, if it wasn't for the set of Arnaud royal chain armor he found from the orc warehouse, his left hand would have been removed at this moment up.

It was caused by an orc's axe. At that time, he was only concerned about entangled with an enemy in front of him, but he didn't want this cunning orc to attack from behind.
If the elves hadn't discovered it in time and shot through the throat of this cunning half-orc with an arrow, then such a half-orc's ax would have cut off Arathorn's arm directly.

But even so, the half-orc's ax still hit his shoulder repeatedly, almost dislocating his shoulder.

At this time, seeing the orcs finally dropped their weapons in horror and fled in all directions, Arathorn's feet softened and he sat down on the ground.

This was almost the worst battle he had ever encountered.The corpses of orcs were piled up all around, and the filthy blood flowed all over the ground.

However, when he saw that the sword in his hand was still reflecting the light of Yarien in the sky like autumn water.

Arathon couldn't help feeling fond of it.

This will be my heirloom after the Holy Sword of Nasir.

he thought.

The wound didn't even hurt that much anymore.

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The elf cavalry led by Galdo finally arrived here.

Seeing that Fenner and Arazon are safe and sound.

The heroic elf commander said loudly: "The coalition forces have entered the city, son of Alador, Arathorn. If the people of Dúnedain still have the strength, maybe they can help us find all the half-orcs hiding everywhere. Of course, If the Dúnedain need to rest, they can go near the gate, where we have cleared a safe area."

Arathon struggled to his feet.

The severe pain made him unable to swing his sword anymore, but he could only say: "Maybe I can no longer ride a war horse, but my people can complete this task for me."

Immediately thereupon two rangers of the intact Dúnedain stepped forward.

Galdor nodded, saluting the brave human ranger.

Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of these two human rangers who were familiar with the terrain, the elves continued to hunt down the orcs scurrying around.

Fenner led Arathorn and a small group of wounded elves to the city gate.

Seeing the dwarves and elves pouring into Annuminas one after another, the killing storm on the city wall finally stopped.

On the mighty walls of Anuminas stood Dragon Bone and Nahar alone.

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Dragon Bourne exhaled, his powerful heart was beating violently, and the blood in his body was tumbling like molten lava.

"These filthy creatures are more depraved and weaker than before."

Nahar's huge golden horseshoe paved the ground excitedly, as if he still had something to say.

Under the feet of one man and one horse, groups of half-orcs screamed and cursed in horror, and were overtaken by the dwarf guards and elf warriors led by Thorin.

"Kill these dirty and ugly guys!"

Under Thorin's command, the coalition formed a thick formation and crushed towards the place with the most orcs.

This group of half-orcs who had been terrified had no time to resist, and under a hail of guns and arrows, they were strung/shot into blood gourds.

As a result, the last resistance of the half-orcs suddenly hit the rocks like waves, smashed to the ground, and could no longer gather together.

All the Orcs were on the run.

For fear of being overtaken by the dwarf scum behind and the smelly elves with pointed ears.

Of course, what they are more afraid of is the figure standing on the high city wall, overlooking everyone.

"Silver Demon! The mortal enemy of Orcs! He can breathe fire, roar, and smash our heads into pieces with the Crusher. Run for your life!"

"Curse Grimas! Curse that blind coward! He tricked us here to die! Oh, what a fire, what a fire, it's going to melt my skin!"

At least nearly 2000 half-orcs are like rabbits that explode their nests, throwing down their weapons, crawling and crawling, or getting into the abandoned buildings of the ancient Numenoreans, or going deeper and more dilapidated in Annuminas without looking back. City run.

Dragon Bourne looked away.

With the large coalition troops headed by Thorin entering the arena, the rest is just finishing work, and he can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okriam."

Gandalf came running up the stairs of the wall on his great gray horse.

Dragon Bourne cast his eyes on the wizard.

Gandalf was severely shocked by the golden vertical pupils of the black-haired dragonborn who had just experienced the killing, and swallowed back the words on his lips.

"Gandalf."

Gazing at him strangely, the dragonborn looked away, watching the dwarves and elves cleaning up the half-orcs in the city like plowing and sweeping holes. Suddenly, he asked.

"Will people accept a ruler who appears out of the blue?"

The gray-robed wizard immediately raised his head and looked at the dragonborn riding on Nahar in surprise.

He carefully worded, said: "No one will reject a wise king."

With a curl of his lips, Dragon Bourne asked.

"Including you?"

Gandalf immediately smiled wisely or cunningly, "Wizards are not elves, not people, they only accept the orders of Manwe, the Lord of Arda."

The eyes of the two faced each other, the cold and majestic golden vertical pupils vs the star-like gray pupils, no one could do anything to the other.

old fox.

Little Fox.

At the same time, the two commented on each other in their hearts.

However, in the end, the dragonborn nodded and accepted the wizard's words.

Maier can only be a subject of Vera, and Dragon Bourne does not expect to have a Maier as his subordinate. In fact, we can know this from the fact that he is called Nahal.

He and the Holy Spirit are equal, and there is no such thing as a master and a slave.

Dragon Bourne said this only for what came next.

This was a strong impulse, an immature idea, that came to him after he saw Anuminas, the magnificent city built by the ancient Númenoreans, on the top of the Dusk Hills.

However, neither Dragon Bourne nor Gandalf tacitly mentioned it again.

And Nahar obviously has his mission and ideas, and it doesn't care about the maneuver between the two.

"Dragon, let's fight again, it's too boring to stand here."

Dragon Bourne smiled and said, "My lord, half-orcs are indeed a degenerate creature. But if the number is large enough, it will pose a certain threat to us."

"But the light always shines."

Nahal raised its front hooves and landed heavily, a stream of sparks erupted from its hooves.

Dragon Bourne and Gandalf nodded at the same time, full of hope for the future.

At this moment, the black-haired dragonborn saw a familiar figure.

"Fenner."

Nahal looked down, and the tall and vigorous figure of the female elf jumped into his eyes.

So it jumped up, first onto the stairs below, and then directly onto the ground, as dexterous as a rabbit.

"Are you hurt?"

Dragon Bourne got off the back of the Holy Spirit and asked with concern.

Thankfully, the answer he got was no.

"Then our hero was injured."

The black-haired dragonborn put down the shield and the breaker in his hands, smiled and embraced the son of Alador, Arathorn.

The human ranger was very strong, with a gentle smile on his weather-beaten face, "Compared to the bravery of the Silver King, my injuries are nothing."

Arathorn had already seen the terrifying scene on the city wall, the dragon flames were still burning persistently in some places, and a stench mixed with blood and burnt meat almost covered the entire lower city.

Coupled with the broken city gate not far away, Arathorn couldn't help being in awe, not daring to take credit for it.

"Maybe I can help you ease the pain."

The dark-haired dragonborn let go of the strong human ranger, and he saw Arathorn's unnatural arms.So he stretched out his big hand and gently placed it on Arasson's shoulder.

A vital force flowed from the Elessa gem around his collar and flowed into Arathon's injured shoulder.

Arazon was surprised to find that the wound that had been stinging like a fire before was actually cooling down, and the damaged meridians healed quickly.

After a while, his arms were free to move.

"The hand of a king is the hand of a healer!"

Arathorn knelt down on one knee excitedly, kissed the hand of the Dragonborn, and said a Gondor proverb.

This made the eyelids of the gray-robed wizard behind him twitch.

"No need to do that!"

Dragon Bourne laughed and pulled Arathorn up. He said sincerely: "It's not my credit. The gift from Princess Evening Star of Rose Lorien allowed me to heal you. If you need to be grateful, Please thank her."

Arathorn noticed the emerald green gemstone on the dragonborn's blue cloak, and said in surprise: "Is it the gemstone of Elessa? It is indeed a precious gift."

However, at the same time he also said: "Princess Evenstar of Lothlórien is indeed a worthy lady, but the silver king's kindness must also be remembered. The people of Dúnedain will not forget this day. Restoration, and all Dúnedain can once again see the glory of their ancestors."

Dragon Bourne's golden vertical pupils flickered, but in the end he patted Arathorn's shoulder and said nothing.

Now that the human ranger was safe, the dragonborn began to heal some of the other elves and even the dwarves.

Watching these wounded who were originally injured recover quickly under the power of the Elessa gem.Dragon Bourne couldn't help but glanced down at the diamond-shaped jewel on his chest that was as green as a leaf under the sun, and a tall and beautiful figure naturally appeared in his mind.

"Hey."

Fenner stood in front of him with her arms akimbo, interrupting his thoughts. "This place stinks, can't we move to another place?"

Dragon Bourne looked down at her and smiled.

"Then let's drink in the city!"

He raised Gladios the Broken, and shouted in Arien's light.

"The battle is won, cheers, warriors!"

Countless elves and dwarves cheered in unison.

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