The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 485 Orc Invasion
Rohan didn't know why the savages from Gundabad came to the west of the Misty Mountains inexplicably. After all, this was by no means a friendly place for the Oaks.

Whether it is the cavalry patrols of Rivendell or the Dúnedain rangers scattered in the forest, they will almost kill the Orcs without any mercy.

Now Gundabad has actually sent such a large Orc army to fight in Bree. Isn't this forcing humans and elves to unite against each other?

Rohan took the map from Rissadilan and began to draw it, but he could never figure out the purpose of this huge Orc army.

The reconstruction of Eregion has just begun. It is impossible for Gundabad, which is far away at the northern end of the Misty Mountains, to know any news about this place, not to mention that there is Rivendell between them;

Moreover, the Oak army did not choose to enter the Troll Forest, which shows that they have no trace of Rivendell at all.

What's more, Elrond, who holds the Ring of Air, and even Sauron, who has lost the Supreme Lord of the Rings, dare not come to Rivendell to provoke him, let alone tens of thousands of Orcs?

Could it be that Oak's target is really just humans?

Since he really couldn't figure out the purpose of the arrival of this Oak army, Rohan was ready to choose the best way to deal with it at the moment:

"Stand still and respond to all changes with stability. Since we don't know what the purpose of these Oaks is, we might as well recall all the troops and let the Oaks choose their enemies."

After saying that, Rohan casually returned the map to Rissadilan, and then continued to study the rune steel that was about to be freshly baked in the blacksmith's furnace in his hand.

Although Eregian's bastion currently only has less than two floors of structure, Rohan believes that it is enough to handle the attack of tens of thousands of Orcs, so he is not worried that Eregian will be attacked at all.

If you have the ability, come and compare, which one has more heads, your Oaks, or the number of cannonballs stored in my warehouse!
As for Rivendell?

Haha, as long as the Oak army dares to appear on the river outside Rivendell, then Rohan can guarantee that the flood will appear instantly in the next second and directly destroy the entire Oak army!
As for Bree, this Orc invasion can be used to test the combat effectiveness of these Dúnedain people and see how different their combat effectiveness is from that of their own Guards.

, thinking of this, Luo Han couldn't help but sighed helplessly under the gaze of Flare's hidden dead fish eyes:
"Hey~ After all, those innocent people suffered~"

"Hehe, it's so hypocritical."

"I can't help it. Maybe the word "dang and li" sometimes refers to me?"

Faced with Flare's complaints, Rohan naturally accepted them all without hesitation. What's more, as Emperor Pande, he himself also needs to consider the names and interests of his subjects.

As for Bree, I can only pray that those people can wish for themselves.

————Bree, outskirts of town
"Apples, fresh apples!"

"Freshly baked bread, you can try it for free~ Wai, you've come here three times in a row, don't think I don't know about it even after you change your clothes!"

"Hahaha, my home-brewed wine is freshly made by my wife with her feet. Do you want to have a taste?"

……

Bree is the largest human town after the fall of the northern kingdom of Arnor. It is also the market and paradise of countless farmers and hobbits.

Compared to Gondor, which lives in the shadow of Mordor, and Rohan, which needs to be constantly wary of wildling invasions, the free people of the north have never suffered any large-scale Orc invasion.

Thanks to the protection of the Dúnedain rangers in the north, humans in the north can travel through country lanes and forests relatively safely without worrying about Orc attacks, so their lives are extremely comfortable.

The contribution of Gondor in the south is certainly important, but without the rangers in the north protecting those innocent people day after day, how could these free people live and work in peace and contentment?
The future Aragorn was able to remain calm in the face of Boromir's difficulties, and he was naturally proud of this honor.

Regrettably, even if all the Dúnedain rangers are gathered in Bree this time, it is estimated that it will be difficult to protect the safety of the free people in the north as before:

"Drive! Drive! Escape into the city quickly. An Oak army is rushing towards Bree. Everyone should enter the city to take refuge immediately. Hurry!"

In the market outside Bree City, a human warrior wearing a green hooded robe was riding his horse and running towards the city of Bree, while anxiously shouting at the people who had no response.

He is a Dúnedain ranger from the eastern forest, who came to Bree specifically to guard the militia that rules here and watch out for Orc attacks.

However, in the face of the warning from the Dúnedain Ranger, the people passing by just looked at each other nervously, without any sense of danger that the disaster was about to come.

It has to be said that the Dúnedain Rangers indeed provide excellent protection and living environment for humans in the northern Arno region, but it is precisely because of this that people lose their most basic sense of crisis.

After all, under the protection of the Dúnedain Rangers, some farmers and hobbits who had never left their homeland had never even seen any trace of the Orcs, let alone the so-called Orc army.

Oak?

Aren’t Orcs creatures that live in legend?

People looked at the Dunedin rider who was running towards the city with some confusion. The blood stains on his body and the sword on his waist made them unable to help but start to pack their things and prepare to escape into the city.

Just from their unhurried movements and the occasional chatting and bragging with others, it is not difficult to see that they obviously did not take the warning of the Dúnedain rider to heart.

However, it won't be long before they pay the price in blood for their one thought!
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Just as people were leisurely sorting out the fruits and vegetables they had come to sell at the market and preparing to enter Buri, bursts of miserable wolf howls suddenly sounded on the East-West Avenue in the distance.

That was the vanguard of the Orc army, the Warg Cavalry riding a Warg!
Before the residents outside Bree could react, they saw a dense undercurrent suddenly appearing on the East-West Avenue in the distance, and at the same time it was approaching Bree at an extremely fast speed:
"Bolger! Bolger! Bolger! (Black language)"

The Black Speech from Mordor and the Far East is full of evil in nature, and even people who have never heard of this strange language can feel the terrifying power contained in it.

Until this moment, people who were still leisurely preparing to evacuate suddenly speeded up their steps with frightened expressions on their faces, and then rushed towards Bree:
"It's an Oak. That must be the legendary Oak orc. The Army of the Oak really appears!"

"Don't block the road! Get out of the way!"

"Don't worry about those old men and women, and those with broken arms and legs, don't block the road!"...

When the crisis really comes, all kinds of things in the world will follow, and unimaginable malice will erupt in order to fight for that glimmer of life.

The young and strong young man will not hesitate to knock away the elders he respected in the past, and does not care at all when the other party falls to the ground and is trampled on;
Couples who love each other will not care about anything else, and they will not care at all whether the other party can successfully enter the city to take refuge. When disaster strikes, they will fly away, and each other will only think about how to get back to the city as quickly as possible.

Of course, it is inevitable that there will be some noble people who are willing to use their mortal bodies to illuminate others in order to turn themselves into light:

"The cavalry attack, come with me to cover the people entering the city, and close the city gate after everyone has taken refuge in the city!"

"Are you crazy? None of you can come back alive like this!"

"We don't have time to worry about so much. You go and pick up those people who can't enter the city in time first!"

tata tao~
As the side door of Breena's wooden city wall was slowly opened, dozens of Dúnedain riders rushed out of it holding shields and spears, and then rushed toward the black cloud in the distance without fear of death.

They were the Dúnedain rangers and some mercenaries who stayed in Bree to rest. They came to Bree to heal their inner wounds during the long battle with the Orcs.

However, they never imagined that they would encounter such a large-scale Orc invasion during just a short vacation!
"Those warg cavalry are surrounding Bree, and the Oak army will arrive soon!"

"We must stop these beasts here, otherwise the people who have not yet entered the city will surely die!"

"Damn, this is the northern land west of the Misty Mountains. How could such a large Orc army appear? Are these evil creatures preparing to rebuild the Kingdom of Angmar?"

The faces of the Dúnedain cavalry all showed anxious looks at this moment, not only for the people who were about to die, but also for their own inevitable fate.

Looking at the warg cavalry attacking the evacuated people in the distance, the leader of the Dúnedain rangers couldn't help but stare angrily, then raised his spear and roared angrily:

"Follow me, brothers, the time has come for self-sacrifice for all the free people of the north, for Arnor! Dúnedain!"

"Dúnedain!"

woohoo-

With a loud horn sound rang out from the group of warriors, the cavalrymen raised their walls and used a cone formation to kill the wargs who were chasing the people in the distance, intending to block their pursuit.

Because today they are ready to sacrifice everything just to allow those innocent people to return to the city as soon as possible!
The warg cavalry in the distance obviously noticed the Dúnedain riders rushing towards them, so they also changed their direction with the same excitement:

"Over there, deal with those human riders first!"

After that, he actually left behind the nearby human beings and turned to kill the heavily armed Dunedin riders in the distance.

The noble Oak will never sit idly by when faced with a challenge! (DOGE)

oooo~
Facing Oak's command, the wargs could only reluctantly give up the fat in their mouths and helplessly kill the cavalry wearing iron armor.

Hey, it’s another teething day.

Not long after, the swift warg cavalry collided with the charging Dúnedain riders, and immediately set off a bloody storm:
"Kill, ah, ah—"

The Dúnedain riders stabbed the Orcs holding scimitars with their wall-mounted swords. These beasts, who were not as strong as the Dúnedain, obviously did not understand the principle of one inch longer and one inch stronger.

Puchi~
Accompanied by the sounds of sharp blades penetrating armor and piercing flesh, more than a dozen Oaks were hit in the chest and stabbed off their horses in an instant. They could only twitch their bodies to express their pain and unwillingness.

However, the real strength of the Warg Cavalry is not the Orc riders who sit on the back of the wolf and pull their hips horizontally in close combat, but the mouth full of barbed fangs and saliva of deadly bacteria!

woooo~
Wargs are not just larger wolves, these big dogs are the most loyal partners of the Dark Lords of all ages. Not only can they communicate with language, but they also have evil spirits imprisoned in their bodies!

It is no exaggeration to say that these giant wolves are as intelligent as humans, which allows them to better understand how to use their limbs to cause harm to their enemies:

"Uhhhh-"

Call! ! !
The wargs who lost their riders were like runaway huskies. They pounced unscrupulously on the Dúnedain riders who had not had time to take back their lances because they had killed the Orcs, and at the same time began to bite their horses crazily.

In a small-scale encounter, even the elf knights would give in when facing these fast and well-coordinated wargs, let alone those ordinary human mercenaries?
The panicked war horses were quickly disemboweled by the swarming wargs. The riders who fell off their horses could only draw their swords and fight on their own, struggling to kill the wargs who tried to get closer.

"Come and eat me if you can, you damn monsters!"

The leader of the Dúnedain ranger pierced the warg's eyes with his sword. Several corpses of wargs and Orcs had fallen beside him, demonstrating his extraordinary fighting power.

As the captain of this Dúnedain people, his bloodline is also very close to the royal bloodline of the Dúnedain leader in the past, which makes him have a little Númenórean blood flowing in his body.

But it is a pity that Okeko has never been a species that likes to face the strong:

"Fire the arrow, reward him with a Morgul arrow, and let him taste our power! (Black Whisper)"

Bolger, who had arrived at the battlefield at this moment, was riding on the back of a warg holding the blood-red warhammer given to him by Master Sauron. He stared indifferently at the Dúnedain ranger who was fighting the enemy bravely, and then sentenced him to death.

After receiving the order, the surrounding Oak guards immediately bent their bows and arrows to aim at the opponent, and then let go of the attack with a grin:
brush brush --

Following Commander Orc's order, dozens of sharp arrows emitting egg-black smoke came out instantly, and then pierced the chest of the Dúnedain ranger fiercely!

Seeing the Dúnedain ranger being devoured by the swarming wargs, Bolger just stared at Bree who had closed the city wall in the distance with a ferocious face, then raised his warhammer and roared:
"attack!"

(End of this chapter)