Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 42 Marching North

It seemed that the arrival of reinforcements from the Dúnedain also brought good luck.

After the coalition forces marched eastward rapidly for more than five hours, the coalition forces of elves, dwarves, and humans arrived at the southern mountains of Beigang.

This is a lower mountainous region than the Dusk Hills.Like the Twilight Hills, the mountains in Beigang are covered with moss, and there are almost no towering trees. Some of them are dwarf holly trees, yellow willows, beech trees, bushes and other common tree species in the north.

Fornoster Elain, the former capital of the northern human kingdom Aserdan, is located on a 100-meter-high hill at the southernmost tip of the mountain range.

A great avenue leads to the ruined capital of the former kingdom of Men in the North.

That is the north-south highway that runs through Central Continent.

For many epochs, all the good people on the Central Continent have traveled to and from various places through this avenue built by the ancient ancestors to communicate with each other.

But now, as the shadows of the sky become more and more intense, and the night becomes longer, most people are afraid to go out of the house alone.

The phantom from the east gradually shrouded everyone's heads, although many people hadn't noticed it yet.

And Fornoster, located at the end of the North-South Avenue, has long been turned into a pile of ruins.

There was not a single living thing in the once great city save for scavenging crows and vultures.Among the broken walls, all kinds of corpses and bones were exposed in the air majestically.

Although the sun was already high, the midday sun still couldn't completely dispel the shadows here.

Between the broken walls, the eerie atmosphere is spreading, as if there are countless pairs of cold eyes watching you.

"I don't like it here."

Finner said.

In fact, no one likes this place. Apart from death and the gloomy cold wind, there is no breath of living things here. It seems that the orcs have long since abandoned this place.

Elven rangers who went to investigate confirmed this.

"I couldn't find any living orcs except for the corpses and bones all over the place," he said.

"They escaped."

cried Thorin, astride a mighty horned sheep. "The failure of Anuminas made them terrified and trembling. They knew that a force of justice was rising, and the evil and depraved half-orcs were no more than manipulators under this force! So these guys took advantage of the moonlight and went all night They ran away and didn't dare to look back! That's how they are! Cowardly, cowardly, and cunning, it's not surprising."

Gandalf immediately looked at the ruined ancient city on the hill, and frowned deeply.

"Thorin is right. The orcs who occupied this place have fled, but shadows still hang over this ancient capital. A terrible force lurks in the deepest part of the ruins. Watching, they feed on fear, yet are afraid of the sun, ghosts between the living and the dead."

What the wizard said was a bit horrifying. The elves and dwarves seemed to have seen evil ghosts peeping at them from the gloomy corners, preparing to drag them into the world of the dead.

Thorin shuddered, and his expression became even more gloomy.

"The dwarves would rather fight the trolls than stare at these terrifying ghosts! This is not something we can deal with. I suggest, let them rot forever. The living should not disturb the world of the dead!"

Arathorn's expression was also serious, and Hal Barad was riding a horse, sitting on his lower head.

He said.

"The humans in the north and our legends believe that this place is haunted. The spirits of the dead linger here, yearning for everything in life! The people of Dúnedain will not enter this city of the dead unless necessary."

"Then why do the half-orcs dare to choose to hang around here?" Galdo said in surprise, "Aren't they afraid of the ghosts here?"

The horse under the elf's crotch also seemed to sense the icy cold and malicious eyes in the city, and it kept poking its hooves and snorting, refusing to take a step forward.

"Because these ghosts were spawned by the evil magic of the sorcerer Angmar Witch King! The same person behind the orcs!"

The words of the gray-robed wizard hung over everyone's hearts like a shadow.

Dragon Bourne also felt the coldness in the depths of Fornoster, but the blood of the dragon also made him not afraid of the evil here. He vaguely felt that his dragon flame would be the nemesis of these ghosts .

Nahar is a holy thing, and he hates the evil of this place. It said: "The stench of necromancy in this ruin can be smelled even a hundred leagues away."

So, Dragon Bourne asked the gray robe wizard beside him. "So, Gandalf, what is your opinion?"

"Let us ignore this city of the dead."

The wizard said: "Our target is the half-orcs lingering in the north. Since they have given up here, Fornoster Elaine is no threat to our trip. Because the ghosts wandering here can't leave their burial place. The Land of Bones, this is their strength and their prison. Unless someone can break the curse inside, these dead souls can rest in peace."

"So."

In everyone's eyes, Dragon Bourne just pondered for a moment before he had an idea.

The situation before the coalition forces is already very simple.The half-orcs of Annuminas have been wiped out, and the half-orcs of Fornoster have also dispersed on their own. Only time and the vast Eton wasteland are left in front of Carndum and the coalition forces.

"Galdo, you lead the elves' cavalry to track down and wipe out the escaped half-orcs here, and make sure that they cannot join Azog of Carndum!"

"Yes, my lord."

Galdor said loudly, and then all the elf cavalry, led by him, spread out eastward and northward, tracking and besieging the half-orcs scattered here.

Thorin and Arathorn's expressions became serious. Everyone knew that the final moment was coming, and a restless atmosphere spread in the coalition forces.

And the titular coalition commander, the black-haired Dragonborn Dragon Bourne shouted in the sun, his voice high and powerful.

"The whole army goes north! We must rush to that sinister stronghold before more orcs reunite in Karndum!
Until then, no stopping, no rest.

We must race against time!
come on!come on!Warriors, forget about comfy beds, and last night's sweet mead.

Let's get on our mounts, take a step, and head north!A glorious destiny awaits us ahead! "

The Dragonborn's speech was inspiring, and the holy Nahar stood up deeply touched.

The golden sun shines on the silver-white man and horse, which is extremely sacred.

The coalition was greatly encouraged.

Then the melodious and heavy horn sound was blown.

All began a long expedition;

A race against time.

No one can stop, no one can rest until all eyes are on the rugged and treacherous summit of Angmar Mountain. Everyone is working hard to go north, north, and north.

No one, including the short-legged dwarves, complained, for the coalition had to reach the evil power before more orcs could regroup in Karndum, the largest stronghold of the Dark Lord's servants in the north. fortress.

It's just that they still don't know that this expedition will not be as smooth as they expected.

Because more shadows are coalescing.

In the air, the smell of decay and stench, accompanied by the cold wind blowing from the north, filled everyone's hearts.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and on the thick clouds, there were terrible thunder and lightning shining, like the end of the world.

Rivendell.

Rose Lorraine.

Mirkwood.

The elven lords of these three lands first smelled the news of this glorious "expedition" in the north from the ubiquitous flowing wind in Arda, earlier than the news sent back by Arwen.

"Our kinsmen in the West are on a difficult expedition."

Galadriel said to her husband in this way: "I can feel that the strings of fate have been plucked. Elves, dwarves, and humans are all involved. War has never been so close as today! Perhaps we should prepare, so that when the trumpet When the sound comes, the elves of Karasgarathon will not be at a loss and panic."

Queen Galadriel's husband, Celeborn, nodded. He looked to the northeast, with a hint of regret and confusion on his handsome face.

He said.

"Elrond of Rivendell may accept this fate without hesitation, but our compatriots in the woodland kingdom of Mirkwood are obviously not so willing to heed the call of the ancient covenant, which makes me quite worried."

The queen of the inhabitants of the forest, the beautiful and noble Lady Galadriel walked barefoot to the terrace of the royal court.

Karasgarathon, the capital of Lothlórien, a beautiful city built on a giant tree came before my eyes.

Under the golden mallow tree, the swaying silver lamps of the elves, the sparkling fountains, and the stairs hidden in the jungle of branches are all like a beautiful picture, which is imprinted in everyone's heart and will never be forgotten.

"Thranduil's long-standing rift with the dwarves of Turin cast a shadow over his wise heart, and he will struggle between confusion and relief, but in the end, the Kingdom of the Woodlands will answer the call, without Worry."

Queen Shumin is so beautiful. She wears a crown decorated with diamonds on her forehead, and she wears a robe as white as snow.

Eyes as bright as stars seem to pass through the long river of history and see the fate of many people.

"And what I'm more worried about is that the mortals in Shouding may have forgotten the ancient covenant. Neither Gondor nor Rohan will respond to this call, and this will cast a shadow over their fate."

Celeborn went to his wife, and together they looked down upon their kingdom.

"We can't ask for more. Mortals have a mortal destiny. The age of elves is destined to pass, and the age of mortals is coming. But if the humans and hussars in the south can't seize this opportunity, then they can't complain about the injustice of fate."

Galadriel nodded, agreeing with her husband.

At the same time, she also said: "The people of Dúnedain participated in this expedition, the glory of Western humans will be continued on them, and the ancient kingdom will usher in their new king."

Celeborn also agreed with his wife's statement. "Yes, but in the near future."

Galadriel fell silent.

Therefore, the elves of Lothlórien are secretly preparing, waiting for the ancient call.

At the same time, this scene also happened in Rivendell on the other side of the Misty Mountains.

The wise Elrond also foresaw the upcoming battle. He ordered his subjects to prepare their horses, bows and arrows, and wait for the day when the horn was sounded.

Only the king of our woodland kingdom, Thranduil, has become more and more irritable these days.

He often wanders and thinks alone on the path in the forest.

It seems that there is something difficult to solve.

Li Yi, who looked like a star, lost his spirit, and was either preoccupied or restless all day long.

This worried Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland Kingdom and son of Thranduil.

But when he asked the king kindly, he was reprimanded by the king and he was not allowed to ask more questions.

Legolas could only worry about the growing irritability of his father, the King of the Woodlands.

at the same time.

The ancient capital of Dor in the dark has already begun to act.

Because the raven passed the information back before the elves learned about the Dragonborn.

So the enemy that none of us called by his name, many people thought was dead, summoned his loyal, evil servant.

"Go north."

A disembodied phantom issues his wicked orders in the darkness.

"Kill the Destined Child with dragonfire in its eyes."

Nine black knights, who had no shadows or breath of the living, galloped out of the eerie devil's nest immediately.

They rode black monsters that looked like horses, wore wide hoods, and were shrouded in shadows. They roared hoarsely, and headed north all the way.

Wherever it passes, the green grass withers and the leaves turn frost.

At this time, the offensive and defensive battle of Myslond has just begun.

However, what no one knew was that the formless phantom soon regretted it, because it felt that another force had joined the increasingly chaotic Middle Continent, which was the light of Valinor in the west.

what.

Even though the sacred aura was thousands of miles away, it still stung its evil spiritual sense. It roared in the darkness in shock and anger, kept trembling, and could hardly condense.

So when Dragon Bourne's "March to Glory" ordered.

This formless evil will hardly hesitated, and immediately hid itself deeper, and the servants of Dol Guldur could no longer even feel the existence of their master.

They screamed and wailed in terror in the depths of Dol Guldur, thinking that their evil master had abandoned them.

The miserable sound even spread to the depths of the Mirkwood, and was noticed by the elves living here.

The elves informed the king of the woodland kingdom about the changes in the south, and Thranduil became more restless as a result.

He ordered the guards to close all the roads, and not allow the elves of the woodland kingdom to go out again until the dark tide passed.

This aroused strong dissatisfaction from the elf prince Legolas Greenleaf.

At that time, it was the critical moment when the Dragonborn led the coalition of elves, humans and dwarves to run non-stop in the vast and lonely Eden Wasteland.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

The big stars are covered, and the morning wind blows.

As the army went deeper into the desolate and desolate Eaton Wasteland, the vegetation became less and less, and the temperature became lower and lower.

at last.

After Tyrion and Yarien alternated again, a continuous snow-white mountain range suddenly appeared in the eyes of the coalition forces!

That's the Angmar Mountains.

Carndum is located here!
　Thanks to the girl for taking the lead, Zhong Xingchen, Black Jack, the original generation, and the monthly pass of the madman.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)