Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 74 Dungeon

Like Glamdrin and Oakrest, Aegloth was forged by the craftsmen of the ancient high elves in the holy land of Aman in the west.Has incredible abilities.

Under the light of the stars, this magic spear will emit a soft white light; wielded in the sun, it will greatly inspire the messenger.

During the War of the Last Alliance, Gil Galad used Aegloth to greatly frighten Sauron's army.and defeated Sauron.

However, after the Last Alliance War, this weapon no longer appeared.Everyone thought that this magical weapon had been lost, and they didn't want it to be in Cirdan's hands.

But considering that the shipbuilder was the Lord of Lindon after Gil Gallard, it made sense.

Unlike Glamdrin and Oakrest, the Spear of Aegloth can be adjusted to the owner's will, just like the Ring of Power - all 19 rings have this ability.For this alone, Aeglos is more suitable for Turka than Glamdrin and Oakrest.

The floor of the cave is a movable secret door.

It is so thick that it needs to be opened from the inside.

But this couldn't help Turka, he clenched his fist, punched down according to the gap opened in the floor before, click, a hole appeared.

Gandalf looked like you said you didn't know in advance.

Turka smiled and said nothing.

He made an appointment with Nahar to meet on the other side of the mountain.Then the two jumped down the tunnel of the orc dungeon in the Misty Mountains.

The tunnel is very deep and dark, and the path is winding and intricate.

The two continued to slide, and the air was already unbearably stuffy.Finally, their eyes lit up, a weak breeze blew, and a hole appeared in front of them.

Looking at the deep and unknown exit below, Turka stretched Aeglos in his hand, and the sharp blade directly inserted into the rocks on both sides of the tunnel, successfully slowing down the falling speed.

Then with a light leap, jump onto a platform.Much more respectable than a wizard.

Gandalf got up from the ground, and looked at everything in front of him with the help of the faint firelight in the cave and the light of the gemstone on the top of the staff.

This is a half-orc town built deep in the mountains, full of wet stagnant water, human bones and animal bones, wooden bridges and dungeons linking the various buildings in the cave.

The rancid smell, accompanied by the weak wind, filled every corner.

In the darkness, the excited giggling and babbling laughter of the orcs could be faintly heard.

and the dwarves howled in anger.

"I hope we're not late, go this way." The wizard discerned the direction of the voice and said.

Turka didn't say anything, just raised the spear in his hand and followed.

The two walked through the darkness following the faint light of the fire.

The orcs had dug it so hollow that the rocks were so far apart that the dragonborn wouldn't even bump its head.

In fact, these scruffy, filthy creatures can be as good at tunneling and mining as dwarves if they choose.Among them, hammers, axes, swords, daggers, picks, pliers and various instruments of torture, they are able to make very well.

It's just that half-orcs are born more fond of plunder and destruction, and have no special enthusiasm for creation and production.Only under the coercion and whipping of a powerful leader, will they muster their strength to forge iron and dig mines.

At this time, they always complain, complain that the whip on the head is too strong, which hurts them; complain that the work is always endless.

Because of this, the guards of this orc dungeon deep in the Misty Mountains are almost non-existent.

And they just caught tonight's prey, everyone was screaming excitedly and celebrating lively;
The wizard and the dragonborn passed through the slender wooden cable bridges almost without hindrance, approaching the center of the orc town.

Suddenly, the two stopped at the same time.

The light on Gandalf's staff went out; Turka gripped Aegloth.

"...bind the dwarves, whoosh, slap!
Whip!

The gallows is thick, beat hard, beat hard!

Crying, wailing!Orcs love the sound of it!
Crush bones and break necks!
You are going to die here, no one knows!

This is the underground orc kingdom! "

There came a very terrible and disgusting singing, it was a half-orc.They are about to torture our poor dwarves.

"Perhaps we are not too late!" said Gandalf.

In fact, in the shadows on a flat boulder sat a huge goblin with a huge head, surrounded by goblins in full armor, with their axe and axe in their hands. Machete.

A large fire was lit in the center of the cave, and torches were inserted on the surrounding walls, illuminating the cave brightly.And Thorin and the other dwarves were being tied together by iron chains, and they were thrown in the middle, with their faces bruised and swollen, or angry.

Weapons tossed aside, Oakrest on top.

The ponies huddled together in a corner, and all the luggage was left open on the ground. The orcs searched, sniffed, and poked around with their fingers. into a ball.

At last the singing of the orcs ceased.

There was an evil, piercing sound like stones rubbing against each other.

"I know a man who offers a reward for your head, as long as it is your head! Yes, maybe you know him too, and he has a blood feud with you too! Borg, the new pale orc, he vows to empty the royal family of Turin. Father feud! Maybe if I cut off your head and give it to him, I can get a bounty, Thorin Oakenshield, Your Majesty the King of the Kingdom Below the Mountain! Oh, I forgot, you have no mountains, so No more kingdoms, lol."

Then there was a burst of chatter and laughter.

Sorin's resolute voice sounded at this moment.

He said.

"If that beast wants revenge, do it! I'll show him that a dwarf's ax and hammer are as good as his!"

"The mouths of the dwarves are much harder than their axes." The harsh voice taunted: "You may think that you will be more awe-inspiring than the silver king? Borg won't find it difficult to hunt you down? This No, don't you just fall into my hands?"

"Then you should consider letting us go!" Balin's voice sounded: "Because we were traveling with that noble lord, but we were caught here by your men. If you don't want to face that lord's Longhuo, then you'd better be safe and send us out politely."

The piercing voice was really taken aback, he screamed like an angry big mouse, and gasped for breath, asking his stupid subordinates angrily.

"Is what the dwarf said true? Have you seen the big man?"

Someone said: "I saw a tall old man, he killed several of us with a terrible lightning, and then a huge figure cut four or five people in half with a terrible spear, yes , that's all I've seen."

"Tell me about that person, tell me about that person!"

The voice of the leader of the orcs was shrill and frightened, and he said: "Is he Turka Arakano? The slayer of the Dark Lord, the lord of Annuminas! Say it, Dwarf!"

"Maybe you are looking for me?" A voice joined in, as friendly as a friend from afar.

When almost all the dwarves heard it, they immediately shouted excitedly: Turka!
"What are you waiting for?"

The wizard jumped out of the darkness, and a blinding white light flashed, blowing out all the torches, and the sparks from the bonfire flew, igniting the hides and hairs of the half-orcs.

particular.

Among the crowd, a blazing dragon flame cut through butter like a hot knife, burning all the half-orc crowd leading to one side of the road into a ball of fire!
"Stand up, dwarves, it's time to fight back."

Accompanied by Gandalf's roar was the flame in the dragonborn's mouth. The flame first went out, and then sprayed towards the half-orc in the road on the other side.

The flames blazed, sweeping away everything.Only the central channel is left.

"Dragon Burn! He is Turka Arakano! The Silver King!"

The huge orcs were in a mess in an instant. They screamed, howled, roared, pushed, ran, fought, and cursed. The situation was indescribable.Even if you put hundreds of wild cats and wolves on the fire and slowly roasted, the chaos can't be compared with this.

"Curse you, murderer!"

The tall and fat half-orc screamed, fearful and angry: "I will be killed by your stupidity, what are you doing to provoke this disaster! Go, go, the half-orc kingdom is coming to its end La."

The wizard jumped into the crowd, and with a wave of Glamdrin's hand, he cut the chains in the dwarf's hand.

The dwarf immediately excitedly picked up the weapon on the ground, and rushed to follow Gandalf.

Especially Thorin, he waved Oakrest angrily, together with the wizard, he killed the half-orcs around the leader with a few strokes, and came to this fat and disgusting big guy.

"Now, let's see whose head falls first!"

The dwarf king and the half-orc king fought at the same time, but with a bang, the magic on Oakrest instantly knocked the fat body of the half-orc into the air.

"This is not fair!"

The piercing voice of the half-orc came from the dark underground.

Sorin looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, and the anger in his heart was slightly relieved.

"This is not a good place to be in a daze." Turka carried Aeglos and walked over. His golden vertical pupils were like two gemstones, shining in the dark cave.

"They may not dare to show their heads, but they still have the courage to shoot arrows from afar. If you don't want to be shot in the back, then let's get out of here quickly."

"Where is Bilbo?" In the confusion, the wizard finally realized what was missing.He looked around in surprise and worry, counting the number of people.

But the shortest one in the crowd was missing.

Counted twice, still missing one.

"He disappeared at the beginning," cried Dorey, who was the last of the dwarves to see Bilbo.

"Go out first." Turka said: "Maybe he is luckier than all of us, maybe he has another destiny to fulfill, we can't help him here, maybe we can wait for him outside."

In fact, perhaps because of their own town, in the darkness, some half-orcs began to boldly draw their bowstrings and shoot at the dragonborn.

In this regard, Thorin immediately agreed.

Gandalf looked worriedly at the dark orc cave, and remained silent.

Under the leadership of the dragonborn and the wizard, everyone killed the most middle road.

　Thanks for the 100 starting coins for traveling in April!
　　Thanks to the rhubarb on the right, Ma Bao Corleone, DeathHonour, I am not worthy, the fat is good, the past, the fleeting time, the southern spark, do not disturb the world with the wind, naruto7073, whose funeral was held in the dream, the second brother Mao, epiphyllum Luo Ming's monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)