The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 502 Black Guard, but one hundred thousand

———Misty Mountains, High Pass

Goblins are a variant of small Oaks. Compared with their ancestors, the Gundabad Oaks, they are smaller and smaller. Their body shape is quite similar to the artificial Oaks cultivated by Sauron with magic.

Of course, precisely because their innate body size is much smaller than that of their own kind, these Oaks are also more intelligent, evil and cunning than their kind!

Perhaps in Arda there would be no so-called "elven female knight in distress" that goes beyond common sense, but the evil of being a dark creature has never diminished.

For example, now, the dwarf expedition team is about to face this mysterious force:

"I just happened to enter the Goblin Cave~"

"I just happened to enter the Goblin Cave~"

"I can slap you with a stick, slap my whip, slap my face, no matter who it is, I can open the mouth~ bump, bump, keep going down~"

"I just happened to enter the Goblin Cave~"

"I just happened to enter the Goblin Cave~"

"Sledgehammers and hammers, as well as iron pliers and gongs. As long as my hand is inserted into it, your life will not be long. You can cry for help as much as you want, but no one here will have good intentions!"

……

The members of the dwarf expedition team who were captured alive by the goblins all looked in horror at the magnificent caves that were dug out in all directions. They were so empty that they even suspected that the mountain range had been hollowed out.

For an excavation of this scale, I'm afraid only the mines in Gushan can compare with this one, right?

There are also those neat but twisted tunnels and various musical instruments. Can such a scale of construction really be created by an Ock who lacks communication skills and intelligence?

And for some reason, the Oaks here seem to have some disgusting abscesses on their bodies, and the thick yellowish juice rubs onto their clothes and armor from time to time, exuding an unpleasant smell!

Even the walls illuminated by torches had some disgusting green moss, and the disgusting smell made them hold their breath with all their strength.

Not long after, they were brought to a light green mountain of meat covered with twisted abscesses and piles of fat. Then they saw the producer of the meat mountain slowly turning his horrifying face.

And it was this scene that made all the dwarves present so frightened that they couldn't help shouting:

"Torino on top!"

"My beard, what kind of ugly and terrifying freak is this?"

"Uh... am I right? There seem to be some squirming maggots crawling in this monster's mouth. Doesn't he feel sick?"

……

Even Thorin Oakenshield, who had always been brave, couldn't help but take a step back at this moment, and then stared at the terrifying mountain of flesh in front of him with wide, frightened eyes.

Even from a human perspective, this huge meat mountain is extremely huge. Its light green skin is filled with gradually decaying muscles, and it is still leaking light yellow pus!

Its legs were so small and shrunken, but they could miraculously support this huge body. It looked like a disgusting toad.

What's even more terrifying is that a pair of huge beast-like antlers sprouted from the top of this toad's head, making it look like a terrifying monster from ancient legends!

"I just happened to enter the Goblin Cave~"

Accompanied by distorted and grotesque songs, dozens of disgusting maggots spurted out from the mountain of flesh, causing the dwarves in the front row to retreat with a chill.

After the song ended, the twisted Roshan face gradually showed a happy smile, and finally returned to the throne and sighed:

"Ah~ It's such a catchy song, isn't it?"

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

The goblins in the cave let out excited howls, and they also had some tiny herpes and green skin on their bodies. It was obvious that this situation had only appeared recently.

The dwarves did not choose to refute, not because they recognized how beautiful the song sung by the meat mountain was, but because the surrounding air was so smelly that they did not want to open their mouths to speak.

After the cheers continued for a while, the group of goblins who had been entertaining themselves remembered that they should do business, so they threw the weapons they had collected from the dwarves on the ground.

Boom boom boom~

Seeing the weapons piled on the ground, the eyes of the fat man on the mountain of flesh could not help but widen a little, and then he let out an angry shout:

"It is not suitable for a human being to be so audacious and dare to break into my kingdom armed with weapons. A spy? A thief? Or a damn assassin?!"

"It's a dwarf, my lord."

"dwarf……?"

After hearing this, the meat mountain slowly lowered its head and looked at the dwarves who were suppressed by the goblins. At the same time, the dwarves saw the crown made of bones on the head of the meat mountain.

There is no doubt that the identity of the other party is the owner of this Goblin Cave - the Goblin King!

The Goblin King stared at the escorted dwarves with stern eyes, and then noticed the most handsome dwarf among them, and then couldn't help but exclaimed in excitement:

"Wow wow wow~ Look who this is, Thorin, the son of Thor, the grandson of Thor, the current legal heir of the Lonely Mountain, the respected and admired King under the Mountain!"

After some flattery that was not known to be true or false, the Goblin King stood up and bowed to Thorin in a decent manner, but then pretended to be suddenly enlightened and continued:

"Oh~ I almost forgot, that mountain no longer belongs to you, and you are no longer a king. In this way... you are nothing~

Did you know that someone is offering a bounty for your head at a high price, and they only want your head and nothing else? I think you already know who the person I am referring to is, right?

You have been enemies for a long time, that pale Oak, riding a white-haired warg..."

Before he finished speaking, Thorin, who was still suppressing the anger in his heart, couldn't help but stand up from the dwarves and face the Goblin King's imposing manner with sinister eyes:

"The Blasphemer Azog has been wiped out long ago. He was killed by me on the battlefield decades ago!"

"Oh~ So you think you have won, right? Hehe, come here, write a letter and tell the pale Oak that the head he wants is with me now. If he wants to take it, he has to pay more!

Also, go get all the meat choppers and bone crushers, and let everyone cook meat today and make dumplings with dwarf meat! "

The Goblin King's face was filled with a wild smile. He then turned around and returned to the throne, continuing his performance as the king of underground singers. Eregion, Beyond Rivendell

On the scenic east-west avenue, a team of dozens of elf riders was slowly heading south, and finally stopped outside Rivendell's sphere of influence.

Elrond, in full military uniform, was elegantly leading his horse to a carriage made of rattan as bright as gold. Then he raised his right hand politely and greeted:

"I will be responsible for escorting you here, Lady Galadriel. I hope your journey will go smoothly."

"Thank you, Lord Elrond."

Galadriel's gentle and quiet voice came from the carriage, and the surrounding elven guards immediately felt a sense of comfort like a spring breeze, so they couldn't help but straighten their waists.

What a blessing it is to be Lady Galadriel's dog...guard!

However, they will soon understand that sometimes there are different types of dogs. For example, a pet dog that is held in the arms of the hostess and pampered all day long and a security dog ​​that is assigned to stand guard are destined to be different.

What's more, as security guards, they also need to protect their master:

"Then farewell, Lady Galadriel, and may you..."

Roar--

Just when Elrond was about to turn his horse back to Rivendell, a series of terrifying screams suddenly came from the distance in the direction of Eregion, which scared many elven horses and shook their heads uneasily.

The elves in Rivendell were quite accustomed to this. After all, the neighbor's dragon lair would howl every once in a while, and over time they got used to it.

"Prepare to engage the enemy!"

But the elves from the golden forest obviously overreacted. When they heard the dragon's roar, they were frightened and hurriedly pulled out their weapons and nervously defended the golden vine carriage.

Although they also knew in advance that there were dragons in Eregion, they had never faced this kind of dragon roar that almost symbolized the declaration of death!

Seeing this situation, Elrond, who was already preparing to leave, could only rush back and then persuaded these overreacting elven guards:

"Don't worry, this is just the dragon knights of Eregion feeding the dragon. There will be such howls at this time every day. You don't need to be so nervous."

Faced with this situation, Elrond also had no choice. After all, he couldn't possibly prohibit Rohan from taming dragons on the territory he had already built, right?

If he wants to say no, he has to see if the Guards Corps under Luo Han will allow him to open his mouth first!

After hearing Elrond's advice, the entire car full of elven guards gradually took back their weapons, but the intensifying roar of the dragon made them look at Elrond with pity.

Such a loud dragon roar should be enough to reach Rivendell. It must be uncomfortable to live under such a noise every day, right?

However, they did not notice that Elrond's face gradually became gloomy, and even made them feel a little scared.

"What's wrong, Lord Elrond? Your face doesn't look very good?"

In the end, Galadriel on the carriage was the first to notice Elrond's anomaly, so she took the initiative to lift the curtains of the carriage and stuck half of her head out to look curiously in the direction of Eregion.

After two eras and more than six thousand years, she was still lucky enough to see a living flying dragon roaming in Alda. It had to be said that it was a blessing.

However, Elrond's expression did not change at all due to Galadriel's inquiry, and he explained in a gloomy voice:

"The number of dragon roars is wrong, there are too many. Although dragon roars have been heard from the direction of Eregion in the past, they have never been as ferocious as today, so much so that they can actually reach the direction of Rivendell!"

You must know that although Eregian and Rivendell are geographically adjacent, they are actually separated by a large uninhabitable and desolate area and a rather spacious Xiangshui River.

Although there are often some dragon roars coming from Rohan's dragon lair, which makes the patrols in Rivendell often complain, but it has never been able to be directly transmitted to Rivendell like today!

There are only two possibilities for this situation:

First, Rohan's dragon is flying in the direction of Rivendell, and he actually sent the dragon over after the first meeting. This behavior is obviously not well-intentioned.

Second, the number of dragons in the Dragon Lair has once again increased to a terrifying scale. This is obviously a prelude to an upcoming war, and it is also something that Rivendell should be vigilant about.

No matter what the truth is, these two possibilities are definitely not a good thing for him!

The considerate Galadriel obviously understood this. Recalling Gandalf's vigilance and evaluation of Rohan, a cold light flashed in those bright and beautiful eyes like gems:

"No need to worry, Lord Elrond, please come with me to the south to find out. I really want to meet this comet twin."

If this comet twin really has ambitions comparable to Sauron's and dares to extend his tentacles of power to Rivendell and tarnish the pure land of elven life...

Then she wouldn't mind letting this arrogant compatriot see what the oldest and most powerful light elf in Middle-earth is!

"Okay ma'am, please allow me to lead you."

Seeing that Galadriel was willing to support him, Elrond, who was still worried at first, immediately regained his confidence, and then led the team in the direction of Eregion.

However, when they crossed the Xiaoshui River and entered Eregion's territory, they discovered that the seriousness of the situation seemed to exceed their expectations:

"The army of the Heartless, eager to fight, thirsty for bloodshed, we are ready to go. The ruthless killers, the Drukhi of Nagaroth, advance until the killing, embrace the killing, just for the spear and shield in their hands, just for the blood to flow. …”

The strange and eerie yet full of heroic military songs are coming from afar. Even though they are far apart, the uniform sound of bugles and footsteps still echo in the fields.

Realizing that the carriage seemed to have stopped moving forward, Galadriel stood up, opened the door and walked out, and then her eyes widened slightly:

"Vera, please..."

Thousands of Ash Dragon riders were seen circling in the sky. Although these black and red flying dragons were generally only twenty meters long, their overwhelming number was enough to make up for this shortcoming;

On the ground, the endless black-armored elves have completed their assembly. The runic halberds like bamboo forests densely cover the entire plain. Even Galadriel cannot predict their specific number.

At the rear of this army were hundreds of steel giants carrying strange bell towers. These giants, who could be called city walls, were so tall that the flying dragons looked so thin in front of them.

Among them, there were even hundreds of elf knights riding creatures she had never seen before. Their slender bodies and lizard-like faces made it difficult not to suspect that they were some kind of dragon subspecies.

Even the Silver Mist Legion that Rohan often brought with him in the past has lost its silver-plated rune plate armor at this moment, replaced by a black spiked rune armor that she has never seen before.

Galadriel didn't know that Rohan had already completed the reorganization of his army and mobilized truly elite troops from Anaheim and Grand Town:

This is a new version of the Nagarond Black Guard, numbering close to one hundred thousand, all equipped with repeating crossbows and tower shields!

(End of this chapter)