Different from the white holy city of Gondor in the human kingdom, Gray Harbor, located at the mouth of the Shune River, is a seaside city surrounded by water on both sides, with tall walls built only on the east and south.
Its north and west sides are close to Shuen Bend and have white embankments.
The elves of Faras, who loved singing and the seaside, once walked here and looked across the sea to the Western Holy Land.
During the war years, the northern elves headed by Cirdan also gathered large ships here and went north to attack the dark army under the most evil and powerful Shadow of the East, the Witch King of Angmar.
In other words, if anyone wants to attack Gray Port, in addition to attacking from the east and south, it is best to prepare a fleet at the same time and sail from the west of the port, that is, the direction of the Belegal Sea. Enter Shune Bend, then blockade and attack the docks of the Gray Harbor.
From this point of view, the defense capability of Gray Harbor, the largest city of elves in the north, is far inferior to that of the royal city of Gondor, and it is also the white holy city in our mouth-Minas Tirith.
Moreover, Gray Harbor is a flat city.
In other words, there is no dangerous terrain around Gray Harbor that can be exploited. Apart from the not-so-high city wall (compared to Minas Tirith), it is one of the biggest evidences that the northern elves are the only remaining and largest city. , just a few elven ballistas installed on the not-so-tall white city wall.
This is a very scary weapon.
It has four rotatable wheels for adjusting direction and movement. In addition, its body is forged from some extremely precious metal. The chassis is thick and strong, and it is pulled by steel wires and pulleys. The two pieces are sharp. The inverted triangular metal flying wing is used as a power drive and directional adjustment. It is not an arrow but an extremely sharp rotating metal blade that twists with the pulley and steel wire. The triangular flying wing provides power and stability!
(Refer to wow night elf's ballista)
Although souls from other worlds have never witnessed the launch of this weapon from elves, even the most superficial person knows that when this terrifying metal storm is really launched under suitable terrain, the terrifying power will definitely make It's creepy.
It is no exaggeration to say that if the lifespan of the wires and pulleys and the terrain are not considered, assuming that the elves have hundreds of ballistas, which are obviously built as war machines, then he has no worries about anyone being able to break through the fortress guarded by the elves!
Of course, such weapons are not without their shortcomings.
But I won’t explain them one by one here.
"Can you estimate the number of orcs?"
As the leader of this place, Cirdan wanted to be considerate of the Sentinels who had just escaped from the evil Orc army, but there were some questions that he still needed to ask face to face.
The intelligence only said that the orc army was huge, but the detailed (or approximate) number of the male elf Galdo, who was the leader of the forward sentry, was not stated. Therefore, after the returning heroes took a break, Cirdan immediately sent The person was summoned.
"a lot of!"
The leader of the Elf Sentinel Cavalry, who looked heroic before departure but now looked a little dusty, said seriously. At this moment, the golden armor on his body was stained with a lot of blood, and his temples were slightly messy. It was obvious that this man had successfully brought back valuable pre-war information. The elf hero experienced an arduous battle: "On the third day, we encountered the wolf riders of the orcs. There were about a hundred of them. They were all black orcs from Mordor. They were much stronger than the average orcs. !”
Childan nodded, motioning for him to continue.
"After we eliminated this group of wolf riders that should be their outpost, Karndum's evil army also discovered us. The leader of them, the pale orcs, sent evil bats and more wolf riders to chase us. We can only turn around and retreat!”
Galdo's expression became serious, as if he remembered the thrilling pursuit battle before.
"But we finally took a rough look at the number of enemies!"
The elf gestured, trying to enhance the persuasiveness of this: "Their vanguard is composed of a large number of wild wolves and black orc wolf riders. The number is astonishing! Even the dark clouds in the sky were blown away when the running wolves howled... …”
"Then they were closely followed by the Orcs from the Misty Mountains and Gundaba and the Frodians from the Far North. They accounted for more than half of the army! The flag of the Pale Orcs is among them! It uses some kind of The heavy horn sound is used to command this group of stupid, low-level orcs who can only kill each other without restraint..."
"By the way, I also saw at least a dozen trolls. They were on their way in broad daylight under the cover of dark clouds..."
Speaking of this, Elf Galdo's face turned from serious to pale, as if he remembered that terrible scene. Seeing him like this, Cirdan took a glass of mead from the table and handed it to him.
It seemed that the warm and smooth liquid of the mead calmed the elf's mood. After Galdo took a sip of the mead, his face turned red again.
"Finally, the deepest point behind the army!"
As if remembering something terrible, Galdo actually showed a hint of timidity in his eyes, which was extremely rare among the arrogant elves who were looked down upon by almost everyone.
"...It is a dark curtain that is darker than darkness and makes our hearts palpitate more than all the known evil minions before!"
Trembling, he revealed one of the most valuable bits of information tonight.
"We didn't dare to look deeply, as if the black curtain would swallow up our souls! But in order to obtain more information, we resisted the fear and the idea of escape, and took another look. Under the rumbling thunder and lightning , we saw a flash of fiery red, which was the darkest and most evil existence deep underground. We didn’t know what it was, but the remaining reason in our hearts told us to go quickly and stay as far away from that monster as possible!”
Seeing that his whole body was shivering like a little beast in the cold winter, Cirdan stretched out his warm right hand, gently held it on the forehead of this devoted elf, and whispered a few words in Quenya. What, slowly, Galdo began to calm down.
There are no cool sound and light effects, but this is the "magic" of the master of Gray Harbor.
He bowed gratefully to the master of Gray Harbor.
"Okay, I know everything." Childan said to him gently: "Thank you for your hard work. Go down and have a cup of warm mead. I will need you in the next battle."
Galdo did not dare to stay longer, saluted him again, turned and left.
Childan was the only one left in the hall.
The dim light from the fluorite was not enough to illuminate the huge hall. The master of Gray Harbor sat alone on the main seat of the Fallen Flower Hall, with a sullen face and anxious thinking.
First, the number of enemies exceeded his calculations.
Originally, Cirdan thought this was just a heavy but normal battle between "light and darkness", but now it seems that Gray Port is very likely to be trapped in some terrible war as the gray robe wizard Gandalf said. In conspiracy.
"Wargs, humans, and unknown evil monsters!"
Cirdan twirled his fingers and counted the possible known enemies one by one.
"Should the Eastern Phantom be unable to gather such a huge force, or is there some other evil lord secretly plotting insidious and terrifying plans in the dark caves beyond the reach of elves and wizards? "
This great elf lord looked worried, with tiredness in his gray eyes that had experienced vicissitudes of life.
He stood up, walked out of the white hall, and came to the high ground outside. He raised his head and looked seriously at the twinkling stars in the sky of Middle-earth. He whispered: "Elberis, may your glory shine forever. Earth, regarding the fate of the elves next, I wonder if the majestic and wise Queen like the stars can give more hints to your followers?"
But unfortunately, under the silent sky, the stars twinkled and there was no sound.
Cirdan sighed, feeling even more worried.
I don’t know whether he is lamenting the misfortune of the elves, or blaming himself for not being able to lead the firstborn children through their last disaster in Middle-earth.
At this time, he vaguely heard a voice.
"Childan, Childan, your keen eyes distract too much from the bad news in the north. South, south, Childan, you should pay more attention to the dark nights in the south, where hungry beasts are watching hungrily. With Misrond!"
This voice was as melodious as the wind and as gentle as the wind. Chierdan even tried his best to listen before he could vaguely hear it.
He even thought for a moment that he had heard wrongly.
It wasn't until he suddenly remembered who the owner of this voice was that the pious and wise Círdan understood that Lord of Mount Taniquetil, King of Kings, Companion to the Queen of Stars, Air, Wind and All Birds King Manwë is coming to warn him.
"Ah, isn't this the greatest compliment for my hard work over the years?"
He excitedly and loudly praised the great being called the 'Lord of the Breath of Arda' by all life/races in Middle-earth, and praised Valar for not giving up on the poor, desperate firstborn children when the elves needed them most. He secretly said excitedly: "The great and wise Lord of the World has already seen through everything with his sharp eyes! He knows that poor, old Childan is no longer as wise and insightful as before. He is using this kind of The method reminds me!”
"South! What's in the south..."
"Yes, how could I forget, wild wolves, Galdo said, the pale orcs command a group of astonishing numbers of wild wolves! But our poor cavalry guys have all returned to Gray Harbor safely, chasing after them Why is there no sign of the wild wolf behind?"
"south!"
"The wolves have bypassed the western border and the far hill, preparing to bypass the tower hill and attack our weakest link from the south! How insidious... The enemy is lurking in the dark, waiting for the moment when we relax our vigilance, and then reveal them Sharp claws!"
The master of Gray Harbor, who had figured everything out, looked up to the sky and sighed, his expression becoming more solemn.
Because he knew that even if things went as he expected, the evil orc army would really split up its forces to attack the south gate of Gray Harbor.
But with only a mere six thousand troops (these days, elves from all over Linton have gathered many intermittently), Gray Harbor simply cannot take care of both fronts at the same time.
Although there are not many elves living in Gray Harbor (compared to human countries), its scale is not small.
After all, the city was built in the first year of the Second Era. In the past few thousand years, Gray Port has done a lot of urban planning, if not anything else.
The eastern city wall alone is six miles long, and there are also important areas such as the southern city wall, docks, and warehouses that need to be guarded by separate troops.
Also set aside a reserve team!
It can be said that this small amount of troops may not be enough.
Therefore, Cirdan's expression became more serious after receiving the "warning" from Manwë, the leader of the Valar. He continued to listen carefully, and after confirming that the great master of Arda's breath had left, he called out to Ellie at the door.
"You lead a team of guards to the southern city, join Arminas's command, and tell him to be careful of the wild wolves in the darkness!"
Illyvan, who serves as the guard of the master of Gray Harbor, was very surprised because her first responsibility before was to protect Cirdan, but this time, the master of Gray Harbor actually sent her to guard the city wall. The profound meaning in this made her confused.
As the Sentinels led by Galdo returned to Gray Harbor, the elves became increasingly clear about the situation they were about to face.
Knowing that it was most likely for the upcoming battle, Illyvan didn't ask any more questions, but selected a group of more elite guards from the Gray Harbor master's guard and prepared to go to Nancheng District.
"etc."
Cirdan suddenly stopped her and said thoughtfully: "Bring Ocleanm over too."
Ellie raised her head abruptly, with a look of surprise on her face.
But the expression on the Gray Harbor master's face was as majestic as ever. Obviously, his words were not a request.
So, without saying anything, Iliwen led a group of guards and turned around and left.
And here, after the sincere female guard left, the master of Gray Harbor, who had had a headache all night, couldn't help but smile. In his opinion, even if the enemy really divided their forces to attack the south gate, it would always be just a "partial force" along the way. It's better than facing the dark army from the east.
No, when he heard the messenger running over and saying that the master of Gray Port asked him to go to the southern city, he was talking to the commander of thousands of elves wearing helmets and armor, holding bows and swords, a man who claimed to be Gemir. The Noldor Elf chatted dryly in the Noldor language. The Dragonborn turned his head in surprise - it cannot be ruled out that he used this method to relieve his nervousness.
Anyway, everyone knows that he is not a professional soldier, so it is acceptable to be unreliable.
"Why?"
He glanced at the messenger and found that he was a guard under the master of Gray Harbor, so he asked directly.
The messenger is a Noldor elf wearing light chain mail and carrying two long swords inlaid with gems on his waist (there are especially many pure-blooded northern elves, because most of them are the first batch of people who followed the Noldor High King) , that is, the son of Finwë who forged the Silmarillion, the descendants of the Noldor and Teleri elves who crossed the sea from Feanor and returned to Middle-earth, and even the 'ancient' elves who experienced many wars in the First and Second Era).
He smiled elegantly and politely at the questioning black-haired dragonborn: "This is the order of the great and wise master of Gray Harbor. How can we fully understand it? I am only responsible for conveying the order to you. Well, if you have questions, how about asking the great master of Gray Harbor? I’m sure he will give you a satisfactory answer..."
"stop!"
The soul from another world almost wants to give myself a mouth. You know that you can't master the language of elves proficiently. Why do you say you are so talkative?
Okay, this is another one from Bala Bala, which made his head spin.
"I'll go, I'll just go."
The black-haired dragonborn said angrily, angrily lifting the huge hammer that looked numb with one hand.
With a bang, he lifted it onto his shoulders.
"So!"
He nodded to the elf who was annoyed by him, but still smiled gracefully and politely throughout the whole process: "May the star of Eärendil shine on you, Gamir!"
After a pause, he sighed softly: "Don't die, my friend."
He has become more and more proficient in using these words, so there is no worry that the other party will not understand them.
Gamil, who had black hair and gray eyes, was startled, and the look he looked at him became much more sincere.
But at this moment, the black-haired dragonborn had already walked down the city wall.
The heavy footsteps seemed to step on the hearts of the elves, and all the elves on the city wall showed a strange look, but in the end they said nothing, but looked towards the north with calm and vigilant expressions. It was like a depressed sky.
There, the terrifying shadow is getting closer.
