Deep in the lonely mountain.
King's Hall.
In the pure golden hall made of gold.
The stooped Thorin Oakenshield stood up straight in an instant, raised his head, widened his eyes, and murmured: "What have I done?"
"I suspect the tribesmen who have gone through countless hardships and obstacles all the way from the Blue Mountains..."
"Breaking the promise we made with the people of Changhu Town..."
"Expelled Morgan, who had saved his life many times..."
"Almost killed Bilbo in public..."
"Now my blood relative Dain is still fighting outside, but I just hide here..."
"Hiding deep in this tomb-like mountain..."
"call..."
"call..."
Thorin Oakenshield murmured to himself, his breathing becoming more rapid every time he thought of the outrageous things he had done.
Finally, Thorin Oakenshield raised his hand to take the crown from his head, and threw it hard on the golden hall.
"boom..."
The crisp collision sound of metal was particularly harsh in the extremely silent golden hall.
But to Thorin Oakenshield's ears, it seemed like the sound of nature.
"call..."
He took a long breath.
Thorin Oakenshield's eyes became clearer than ever before.
He woke up!
I woke up from the endless nightmare!
Now,
from now on,
Nothing can stop him anymore.
Absolutely not!
Turning around, Thorin Oakenshield strode outside.
...
Raven Ridge.
Above the dilapidated stone palace, the bloody flag changes.
The desolate trumpet sound continues.
The half-orc leader Azog looked at the advantageous battlefield below with a ferocious smile on his face.
"quack..."
At this time, a pitch black raven with red eyes flew from a distance and flew straight towards Azog.
Azog stretched out his hand, and the black-eyed raven landed on his arm.
Not long after, the red-eyed raven flew into the sky again and quickly disappeared.
After hearing the news, Azog looked at the battlefield below with a sneer on his face. His originally ugly face suddenly became more ferocious because of this sneer.
"Their end is coming..."
"Order to go down and have all the soldiers press forward!"
Azog turned around and looked at the Orc flag bearer behind him and ordered coldly.
The flag bearer immediately stood next to the giant bloody handsome flag and was about to execute it.
But then I heard the big leader Azog looking at the battlefield below and shouting quickly: "Wait, wait..."
When he saw that the two large army formations he sent below were killed by the dwarf chariots and the elven archer phalanx on the way to attack, killing the entire phalanx at the cost, the remaining army finally rushed to the rear anyway. That moment on the battlefield.
Azog immediately yelled: "Okay, now!"
"Go ahead, give the order. The whole army will press forward. Press on them hard. I will kill all these dwarves and elves at once!"
"quick!"
After the words fell, the shapes of the three giant handsome flags at the rear changed again.
The horn of the general attack was sounded again.
"hold head high..."
"hold head high..."
"hold head high..."
Gushan battlefield.
With the addition of five phalanxes of heavily armored orcs waiting on the rear battlefield and a phalanx of armored giant trolls.
The situation of the Iron Hills dwarves and wood elves alliance, which was originally struggling to resist the weak side, became increasingly critical.
The elven warriors were very brave. Facing an army of orcs that far outnumbered their own, the elves faced the difficulties without fear.
The dwarf warriors are also very brave. Even if these hybrid orcs in front of them kill more and more, even if they face a giant troll, without the help of the chariot behind them, the dwarves will have to die more than ten or twenty warriors to kill a giant troll. Armored trolls and dwarves are also fighting desperately.
But there are too many enemy orcs.
When the combined forces of dwarves and elves kill one, a group emerges from behind.
Wherever they looked, they saw an army of orcs with ugly and ferocious faces, and only a few of their own partners and allies were being killed.
When they have no hope of victory.
No matter how brave a soldier is, he will shrink back and be afraid.
In front of the gate of Gushan, there is a battlefield behind.
When the two heavily-armed orc army formations were blocked by the iron hill dwarf heavy chariot phalanx and the wood elves' two elite archer formations, they finally rushed into the rear battlefield at the cost of sacrificing an entire phalanx. .
The orcs' revenge has come.
The entire army formation quickly split into two groups, one rushing towards the dwarves and the other towards the wood elves.
The first to bear the brunt was the dwarf chariot phalanx.
The monster army like a black tide quickly swarmed towards the heavy tank.
The dwarf warriors guarding the chariot phalanx resisted desperately.
But they were still defeated by the larger orc army.
In just a few minutes, three heavy dwarf tanks were completely destroyed by the extremely angry orc army.
The dwarf warriors guarding the chariots immediately concentrated on retreating to the last three chariots.
Further to the rear.
Facing the fierce attacking orc army.
The Elf King Thranduil looked at the orcs approaching rapidly in front of him with an extremely calm expression and shouted coldly: "Launch!"
"Swish swish swish..."
The arrow rain composed of countless arrows almost instantly cleared away the leading part of the incoming orc army.
Not only did the orc army at the rear show no fear, but they charged towards the elves in front even more ferociously.
He looked at the orc army that was almost rushing towards him.
Thranduil continued to shout without changing his expression: "Hold your bow, change your sword, and prepare!"
As soon as the order came out, the two phalanx wood elves behind them immediately hung their long bows on their backs, and then drew out the long swords at their waists.
Even at such a moment, the movements of the wood elves' army were still filled with the ultimate beauty of uniformity.
at this time.
"Wow..."
Thranduil, who was riding on the back of a huge horned deer, drew his sword and pointed it straight at the incoming orc army ahead.
"kill!"
The Elf King took the lead and waved his long sword to meet him.
The army of elves immediately followed behind.
The elite elven army led by Thranduil himself is extremely powerful.
In a short period of time, they quickly defeated this group of orcs, whose number was far less than that of the elves, which was only half a phalanx.
However, after Thranduil led his army to quickly kill the orc army blocking the road in front, he did not choose to return in time to support the Iron Hills dwarf chariot guard in the rear.
There was no intention to support the dwarves and the few remaining elves on the main battlefield further ahead.
At this moment, Elf King Thranduil chose to take the only two remaining elite elves of the phalanx and decisively turned around and rushed towards the battlefield in the other direction, towards River Valley Town.
In his opinion, this war is destined to be lost.
He would not let his warriors continue to die for the dwarves.
Especially until now, Thorin Oakenshield, the king under the mountain who started all these wars, is still huddled in the lone mountain.
This is a joke.
The dwarves are finished.
At this time, there was only a glimmer of hope to go to the smaller battlefield of River Valley Town, unite with the human militia of the dragon-slaying warrior Bard, and use the urban advantages of River Valley Town to resist the terrifying orc army.
As for the dwarf, he had done enough.
The Elf King Thranduil led the remaining elven army to kill quickly towards River Valley Town.
at the same time.
The dwarves on the main battlefield in front finally reacted and realized that the orcs had stolen their homes from behind, and immediately began to retreat.
The army on the main battlefield, which was originally in danger, retreated.
The orc army with a large advantage in front immediately started to chase and press forward with strange screams and even more craziness.
The army was defeated like a mountain.
When the retreating troops in the rear were mercilessly killed by the enemy catching up in the rear.
The retreating troops in front will only retreat faster.
When soldiers lose their courage and will to fight, it is only a matter of time before the war completely fails.
Gushan Gate.
The extremely thick high wall.
There was no one around at this time.
All the expedition dwarves retreated behind the gate.
The sounds of fighting, screams, anger, and shouts outside were loud.
But they can only hide behind thick walls like cowards.
He didn't even have the courage to stand on the wall like before.
It's not that they are not brave.
It’s not that they dare not stand on the high wall.
It's just that the war outside is caused by themselves.
Our flesh-and-blood compatriots and friendly forces are all fighting bloody battles for us.
The person who was supposed to be the protagonist could only curl up within the high wall.
How can they not feel ashamed of this!
Yes, this is a shame! Deep shame! What a shame!
The eleven dwarves of the expedition team were standing, sitting, or walking around uneasily behind the gate of Lonely Mountain.
They all behave differently, but one thing is the same.
At this time every dwarf was silent.
They are unwilling, they are angry, and they are helpless.
Dwarves are unreasonable, dwarfs are defensive, dwarves are stubborn and paranoid...
Dwarves are also the most loyal.
...
Outside Riverdale Town.
Two slender figures rode across the long bridge with great violence and rushed into River Valley Town.
He looked at the figures of orcs everywhere on the surrounding streets, and saw the orc monsters swarming towards him with strange screams.
Only then did the two figures realize that the war situation was far more serious than they thought.
These two were naturally the elf princes Legolas and Tauriel who had just returned from Gundabad Mountain overnight.
Legolas shot two orcs that were screaming and charging to death with one arrow. He immediately turned to look at the beautiful female elf behind him and said, "Tauriel, we must find my father immediately and tell him the news."
Behind him, Tariel kept firing bows and arrows at the surrounding orcs while scanning everything around him.
She looked eager, as if she was looking for something.
Hearing Legolas' words at this time, Tariel nodded immediately and said quickly: "We want to find His Majesty the King, and we also need to find the Bard and Morgan. They have been in River Valley Town before, and they must know where His Majesty the King is. !”
"Walk!"
Tariel spoke quickly, and as he spoke, his legs suddenly clamped down on the horse beneath him.
Following the horse, the whole person immediately overtook Legolas in front and ran wildly towards the street further ahead.
Orcs kept rushing towards them on both sides of the street.
But he was easily shot to death by two elves and escaped.
The two horses moved forward along the main road.
At this time, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the street ahead.
The expressions of the two elves changed slightly and they immediately accelerated forward.
Soon, they saw an extremely huge giant armored troll waving the giant mace in his hand and smashing madly in the path beside the main road ahead.
At the same time, Bud, wearing an old yellow coat, hurried out of the alley.
Looking at Bard in front of him but not seeing Morgan, Tarell immediately shouted anxiously: "Where is Morgan?"
Bard, who had just escaped from the giant troll, was shocked. He quickly turned around and saw these two people. He instantly knew what the female elf was worried about. Bard immediately said: "Morgan is inside..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tariel's expression became even more anxious and he accelerated forward again, rushing into the path like a gust of wind.
Legolas behind him immediately followed without hesitation.
at this time.
The huge and bloated figure in front of him, covering his eyes with one hand and wailing in pain while wielding a giant mace, finally stopped.
Then he became unstable and fell down.
"boom..."
Watching the giant troll in front of me finally fall.
Morgan let out a long breath.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded loudly ahead.
He raised his head and saw a slender green figure with a familiar and beautiful face riding an horse eagerly into the messy path.
Morgan immediately laughed.
He immediately hung the long bow on his back, then quickly stepped forward, jumped on the giant troll corpse blocking the road, and walked towards the beautiful figure.
Tariel reined in his horse just as quickly and stopped.
Then he jumped off the horse and walked quickly towards the tall man in front of him who was covered in blood but still smiling brightly.
The distance is getting closer.
Looking at the man approaching quickly with a smile on his face.
The eagerness in Tauriel's heart quickly disappeared, but was replaced by shyness.
at this time.
"Tauriel..."
Legolas' voice suddenly came from behind.
Let Tauriel pause.
But Morgan in front didn't care. He strode forward and hugged the beautiful figure in his arms.
This time, Tariel didn't struggle.
After getting the idea, Morgan wantonly rubbed his bloody face against Tariel's fragrant hair for a while before letting go of Tariel in his arms.
At this time, except for the attractive blush on Tariel's fair face, the shy look on his face was much better than before.
Morgan looked at Tariel in front of him and suddenly smiled: "It smells so good!"
Hugging in front of everyone, Tarrell, who was pretending to be calm and extremely shy, immediately lost his shyness when he heard this sentence. After rolling his eyes at Morgan, he turned around and walked back.
Morgan didn't care and followed with a smile.
...
Inside the gate of Gushan.
Just when the eleven dwarves of the expedition team were extremely angry, helpless, and dejected.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.
The dwarves immediately raised their heads.
Then he saw a tall figure holding a long sword slowly walking out of the fire deep in the lone mountain.
Looking at the figure in front of him, the dwarf Qili stood up in an instant.
With an angry look on his face, he strode forward and spoke forcefully: "I don't want to continue hiding behind the stone wall, like a coward, watching others help fight our own battle!"
Kili looked at his uncle in front of him with an angry and painful expression and said tremblingly: "Thorin... I can't do it, I really can't do it!"
Thorin Oakenshield, who had taken off his bloated and luxurious robes, walked up to Kili, looked at his nephew with clear eyes and nodded: "You are right, it can't be done."
"We are all descendants of the Turin clan, and the Turin clan will never run away from any battle!"
After looking at his nephew with a smile, Thorin Oakenshield patted Kili's shoulder hard, walked slowly forward, looked at the dwarves and said solemnly: "I have no right to demand any of you."
"But will you follow me, one last time?"
He looked at Thorin Oakenshield, who was wearing the simplest and most practical mail armor and had clear and determined eyes.
All the dwarves were immediately surprised to find that their king was back.
The dwarf king Thorin, who led their Turin clan to take root and thrive in the Blue Mountains, and whom they had sworn to be loyal to forever, finally returned.
At this moment, all the dwarves' faces were filled with decadence, replaced by surprise, excitement, and fearlessness.
Soon, the dwarf Bombur stood on the tall city wall again carrying a huge horn alone.
The desolate and deep horn sounded for the first time from the lonely mountain.
"hold head high..."
"hold head high..."
"hold head high..."
"boom!"
There was a loud boom.
For the first time, the tight gate of Gushan was blasted open by dwarves from the inside.
In the dust rising all over the sky.
Thorin Oakenshield finally led the expedition team of dwarves out of the Lonely Mountain.
At this time, the Iron Hills dwarf army, which had been beaten back by the orc army and was almost collapsing, saw Thorin Oakenshield and watched its king fearlessly take the lead and charge towards the orc army in front.
The originally shaky faith instantly became unbreakable.
The embarrassed Ironfooted Dain immediately looked excited and shouted with all his strength: "Follow the king, follow our king!"
At this moment, all the dwarves who were ignited in fighting spirit raised their weapons again, followed behind the returning king, and rushed towards the endless black army ahead.
