The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 480 The Arrival of the Dark Elves
If there are any creatures that can cause the most fear and horror in elves in mid-week, then there is no doubt that there are only two creatures:

Balrog and flying dragon!
The Balrogs were transformed by Maia, who had sworn to follow Melkor as early as the founding of Arda. Every Balrog can be called a disaster in the true sense.

The most famous Balrog in the history of Arda is undoubtedly the chief warrior under Melkor, the Balrog commander whose status is even higher than that of Sauron - Goth Morg!
This King of Fire once relied on his powerful martial arts and fire magic to cause countless killings against elves in the First Era. Even several Noldor High Kings died tragically under his battle axe!

In today's third era, although the traces of the defeated Balrogs have long since disappeared from the sight of many elves, they are just hiding in the dark and falling into a deep sleep:

[The Nemesis of Turin] is a Balrog who was defeated at the end of the First Era and then fled and slept in the lowest part of the mines of Moria!
Due to the long history, even the most knowledgeable elves have long forgotten the name of this Balrog. People only know that this Balrog once killed two dwarf kings of the Turin tribe, hence his name.

At that time, the dwarves kept digging deep into the ground to search for mithril deposits that were scarce in the world, so they woke up the Balrog who had been sleeping for nearly ten thousand years.

The Balrog burst out of anger and rushed directly into the city of Moria to kill everyone. The Turin dwarves who had lost their ancestors' fire-resistant runes were unable to resist the flames of the Balrog and the dragon, so they had no choice but to flee. .

Fortunately, the purpose of this Balrog is just to get up and teach the dwarves who disturbed his sleep, so neither humans nor elves need to worry about the other party rushing out of Moria to cause harm.

However, besides the Balrog, there is another creature in this world that can arouse the fear of elves:
"Dragon!!!"

Looking at the terrifying roar that had not dissipated from the Wind and Cloud Summit in the distance, Rivendell's butler Lindir couldn't help but widen his amber eyes, and then he couldn't help shouting in fear.

He couldn't help but be afraid. After all, there were very few Balrogs left in the world, and giant dragons were still breeding today:

Currently, the most famous dragon in Middle-earth is the new-generation dragon that once destroyed the Lonely Mountain and Riverdale City, and took all the treasures of the Lonely Mountain for himself - the golden dragon Smaug!

Many Valley Elf warriors also thought of this. They put on long bows and sharp arrows and stared at the sky at Fengyunding. Then they whispered to each other:
"Is it Smaug?!"

"Impossible. The distance between Lonely Mountain and Rivendell needs to span the entire Misty Mountains and Black Forest. In order to prevent thieves, the greedy dragon is reluctant to stay away from its treasure!"

"In addition to Smaug, are there new dragons born from the northern mountains?"

……

Many elves were talking, their eyes showing a touch of determination and confusion, but they still clenched their weapons and stood firm at their posts.

Rivendell is the last stronghold of the elves to the west of the Misty Mountains. It is also the only way for countless elves from Middle-earth to go to the holy land of Valinor and a place to recuperate. It is the last barrier for the elves.

If Rivendell is lost, then the elves in Middle-earth will have to walk unobstructed on the forest paths full of Orcs if they want to go to Gray Harbor. Even the elves cannot afford such a tragic loss!

Da Da Da~
"Stabilize the formation and unsheath the sword (Elvish language)!"

Just when the elves in the sentry were frightened by the roar of the dragon in the distance, bursts of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from behind them, followed by an exciting voice that instantly stabilized the morale of the army.

Hundreds of elven riders were seen walking along the valley to the outpost to prepare, followed by thousands of elven archers who were preparing for the battle. They were the last military base of the valley.

The visitor is none other than the lord of Rivendell, the ruler of Rivendell known as King Elrond—Elrond!
Seeing that the backbone had finally arrived, Lindil hurried to the other party and anxiously reported:
"My lord, that dragon roar came from the direction of Fengyunding!"

"Lindil, I want you to return to Rivendell and be prepared to evacuate children and women. If the other party is really a hostile dragon, then you should immediately take them out of Rivendell and head to the Golden Forest along the north-south road. Lady Galadriel asks for help!”

Elrond just nodded, and after giving Lindir the task, he took over the command of the soldiers present, and then loudly ordered:
"Sander Formation!"

"For Rivendell!"

Although they didn't know what kind of enemy they were going to face next, the elves still bravely fulfilled their duties and formed phalanxes to prepare for the attacks that they might encounter at any time.

Some of these elves are warriors who survived the War of Wrath at the end of the First Age. They have witnessed countless dragons fall and die under the swords of the armies of justice.

Elrond is also an old warrior born at the end of the First Era. Although he has not experienced the War of Wrath, he has also experienced hundreds of battles.

But as dozens of shadows visible to the naked eye gradually rose above the distant wind and cloud top, even Elrond couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the shock in his eyes was indescribable:
"how is this possible?!"

In the sky in the distance, dozens of silver dragons over a hundred meters in size were seen circling over the top of the sky. The gorgeous scales called mithril on their bodies shone with silver light under the sunlight;
And at the very top of the Wind and Cloud Summit, a slightly smaller amethyst-colored dragon was supporting its upper limbs on the ruins of the tower, raising its slender neck as proudly as the king of dragons!
Not to mention Elrond, even if Galadriel or even Sauron came here in person, they would probably have never seen such a scene.

What's going on, little brother, I woke up violently and dreamed back to the angry battle, right? !

"How is it possible that there are so many giant dragons... Even if the giant dragons from the entire northern mountain range gather here, it is impossible for them to come to Fengyunding at the same time?"

"My lord, they must have been attracted by something, right? Could it be that there are Melkor's relics hidden underground at Windcrest?"

Even Lindir, who had been preparing to return to Rivendell for refuge, stayed at this moment, because in front of such a large number of dragons, it was impossible for any living creature to successfully evacuate even in the entire Rivendell.

Rather than engage in a desperate struggle that is destined to be useless, it is better to stay and observe the goals of these giant dragons before making a judgment.

Roar--

Just when many elves were waiting in line at the outpost of Rivendell, they heard the amethyst dragon sitting on the top of the wind and cloud in the distance suddenly let out a loud dragon roar, exuding dragon domineering even the elves. I can't help but be amazed by it.

As the holder of the Ring of Air, Elrond could feel that there seemed to be no hostility in the roar of the amethyst dragon, so he secretly lowered his guard in his heart.

But...where did these giant dragons come from?

Call ~
I saw the amethyst dragon suddenly flapping its wings and leaping from the top of the wind and cloud, and then led a group of flying dragons to fly towards the Rivendell Valley!
The overwhelming group of dragons frightened the adjutant Lindir so much that he bent his bow and pointed an arrow at the sky, and then shouted at the soldiers using heavy crossbows: "Get ready for battle, strike with sharp arrows!"

brush brush~
A group of elves put their prepared arrows on the bowstrings, and then pointed at the dragon in the sky that was about to arrive over Rivendell, ready to shoot at any time.

As long as Elrond gives an order, these sharp arrows will be directed at the vital areas such as the eyes and wing membranes of these giant dragons, and be ready to slay the dragon at any time!
But obviously, Elrond's performance at this time exceeded all the elves' expectations:

"Wait, let them come over."

"My lord?"

"It's a friend who came from afar. It's just that our friend seems to be showing us his strength, but we just don't know what he wants to do next."

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Elrond's lips. The ability of the Ring of Air allowed him to sense any life that was close to Rivendell, which naturally included the amethyst dragon and the man on the dragon's back who exuded the radiant energy. Well-intentioned riders.

It's just that he was so arrogant when he came to visit. Although the visitor is not evil, he must be trying to make some request, right?

"Lindil, you are responsible for receiving our guests here. I need to return to the valley in advance to prepare a reception banquet for our guests."

"Yeah? But sir..."

Lindil stared blankly as his backbone led the team away from the outpost, and then looked up at the dozens of giant dragons getting closer and closer in the sky. His handsome face couldn't help but swallow.

He...does he want to face these dozens of giant dragons alone? !
Seeing this, the surrounding elven soldiers all stood aside quietly and loyally. After all, only the adjutant of Rivendell could bear such an important task for such a glorious task.

At this moment, neither the elves nor the dragon in the sky knew that in the Ogre Forest heading to Rivendell, a group of Dúnedain were quickly escaping into the distance.

In this team, a short Dunedin young man complained quite dissatisfiedly:

"If those damn dragons hadn't suddenly appeared, maybe we would have enjoyed the welcome ceremony of the elves in Rivendell by now!"

"Don't worry, Master Aragorn. Rivendell should be welcoming their distinguished guests now. Maybe we can wait until next year."

After witnessing the overwhelming flying dragons in the sky entering Rivendell, the surrounding guards dared to send their young master away again, for fear that they would also suffer the same disaster.

They don't know whether these dragons are kind or malicious. If Rivendell really cannot escape this disaster, then their first task is to take Aragorn away from here first.

After all, dead Taoists are better than poor Taoists. Faced with such a large number of dragons, should they be allowed to deal with them with longbows and swords that can only bully light-armored Oaks?
As for Rivendell...

If the elves can really survive this disaster, then they will naturally provide necessary help and wait until it is absolutely safe before sending the young master over.

"It's really troublesome. I've been looking forward to it for many years and finally be able to go to Rivendell..."

Aragorn pouted with some dissatisfaction. As a young Dúnedain ranger, this was his first time going to Rivendell to prepare for training, but he did not expect that he would return without success.

He has long been looking forward to meeting the legendary elf!
However, at this moment, neither Aragorn nor the protecting Dúnedain rangers knew that with this temporary decision to evacuate, the Dúnedain would forever lose their future symbol of the glory of Arnor and the King of Gondor. The ultimate treasure - the Evening Star!
——Rivendell, Gwinne
Ding ling ding ding~
In the lord's courtyard in Rivendell, several female elves leaning on harps are playing beautiful music. Even humans can appreciate the elegance and beauty of these songs.

For every elf with a spirit of music appreciation, the music of these female artists is almost a perfect performance of the history of the elves, making the corners of their eyes become moist.

Ah~Elf, what a glorious past!
Looking at the humble appearance of the elves in Middle-earth now is enough to awaken every elf's memories and yearning for the glorious past of the Noldor elves!

However, it is a pity that not every elf present is so artistic. What is even more frightening is that there is more than one such elf:
"This roasted venison is good. I strongly recommend you guys to try it."

"There are some vegetables I have never seen before. I really don't know why the elves here can be so powerful if they eat this kind of slow-roasted refried beans and raw vegetables every day?"

"Have you forgotten what His Highness Rohan said? The elves here are different from us. They were created by a creation god named 'Eru Ilúvatar', and our creator is The Old Ones have abandoned us."

……

The Mist Walkers elegantly tasted the various delicacies in front of them with knives and forks, but their behavior and conversation were obviously much vulgar compared to the surrounding Rivendell elves.

They are the dark elf noble soldiers loyal to Rohan. Their decades of war and loyalty have allowed them to receive the blessing of the Lady of the Mist, and thus they can be promoted to magical Mist Walkers.

Compared with the Silvermist Guards, these war nobles have stronger strength and firmer loyalty, so they do not have the bad habits and madness of ordinary dark elves.

Of course, this also means that almost all of them, like Rohan, have difficulty appreciating the mournful tunes played by these Rivendell elves.

Whether it is high elves or dark elves, their music never praises the fallen glory of the past, but goes back to praise the glory gained by today's warriors fighting on the battlefield.

Blood, glory, victory!
This is called music!

Among this group of war nobles, the Noldor elf Rissadilan from the world of Pendor used his little finger to pick out his ears, and then gave his own evaluation of the music:

"Are you dead?"

(End of this chapter)