Three days have passed since the last encounter with the damn pointed ears, but the army is still moving at an unsatisfactory speed!
If this continues, the stinky elves will definitely be prepared.
Thinking that the army would crash into a heavily guarded elven city, Azog the Blasphemer's left arm, which had been chopped off by the damn dirty stinking dwarf, felt a dull pain again.
"Run away, you lazy idiots!"
The angry roar of the pale orc echoed in the dusk hills. He rode a huge white warg, which was twice as big as an ordinary warg. It was equipped with the giant wolf's sharp canine teeth and bloodthirsty chokes from time to time. Whining, one beast and one wolf are like demons walking in the world.
"We must rush to the Gray Harbor before the big yellow face rises again!"
The pale orcs and blasphemers who many people thought had died in the mines of Moria, the leader of the northern orcs and a rare commander among the orcs, Azog, the giant orc from Gundaba, was very impatient. Riding a giant wolf, he walked back and forth, urging the endless evil army below.
"I said that!"
This pale orc, who is more cunning and cruel than ordinary orcs, wears a thick breastplate and leg armor made by the dark craftsmen of Mordor. His left arm was cut off by an unknown weapon from the elbow down, and it was cut off with an unknown weapon. An extremely sharp steel blade replaced the lost forearm, fixed on the arm with an iron hoop, and the handle of the blade was even deeply inserted into the hard muscle!
The orc vented his anger and lifted up a low-level orc that was running a little slower with one hand, a bloodthirsty smile on his pale face.
"Run faster, you dirty, lazy bugs!"
As he spoke, he ignored the frightened eyes of this short, filthy, and stinky half-orc from the Misty Mountains. The pale orc waved his severed arm, and the steel blade on it cruelly cut off the short, poor half-orc's body. head.
Zhi~
The headless corpse spurted dirty green blood all over Azog.
He threw the dirty, headless corpse in his hand into the advancing orc army in disgust, frightening the timid and cunning orcs who only bullied the small orcs who swarmed up into confusion. .
He didn't know why his master would send troops to the north when the power of the orcs had not yet fully recovered to its peak in the Dark Ages, but he knew that his master's will could not be violated!
Even if he hasn't returned to his old evil, terrifying form!
Besides!
Azog's bloodthirsty and ferocious white eyes couldn't help but look behind the army, at least a few leagues away from the horizon.
There, in an evil aura that was darker than darkness and richer than ink, a scorching red light flashed away!
In the sky, the dark clouds became thicker, and these shadows seemed to be conscious, spreading forward as the orc army marched!
And these strange images were also caused by the terrifying monster behind him that even the pale orcs were frightened by!
Looking at these visions and the terrifying aura on the horizon, a trace of fear flashed through the eyes of the evil and brutal orcs that people said were involuntarily.
He drove the giant wolf under his crotch irritably, pacing around the short orcs from the Misty Mountains ferociously, scaring these evil and filthy creatures to the point where they wished they had more legs. They pushed and quarreled with each other. Then, he accelerated his pace desperately, and the armor on his body, the spear in his hand, and the scimitar on his waist all jingled as he ran.
And behind the short, timid orcs from the Misty Mountains, there are the Lososos from the Flode region and the giant trolls, who are carrying various large rocks and missiles on their backs!
With low intelligence, they rumbled forward amidst the unique sound of the pale orcs blowing their horns.
There were also some evil monsters with strange shapes. They were far behind the orc army and in front of the terrifying darkness on the horizon. They roared and whispered in the darkness and marched towards Gray Harbor.
On both sides of this dark army that stretches so far that there is almost no end in sight, there are wolf riders and an astonishing number of wild wolves that come and go like the wind. They are running, supervising, and watching which orcs or dark places. When the savages slowed down, they roared, opened their bloody mouths, dragged it out from the crowd, and tore it into pieces.
At this time, a wolf cavalry who went to chase the Elf Sentinel Rider ran straight over from the direction of Gray Harbor.
"The pointy-eared elves fled back to their city, and we were a step too late." This half-orc, who was just a little shorter than Azog but equally tall and burly, roared viciously and said in the terrifying Black Tongue of Mordor. .
Azog became even more angry. He stared fiercely at the tall orc who inherited his bloodline. The white giant wolf under his crotch circled the tall orc riding a brown-gray giant wolf that was slightly shorter than the white giant wolf. With a punch, the steel blade on the severed arm moved back and forth on the orc's neck.
"Take the wolf with you!"
In the end, Azog did not really cut off the head of the orc. This pale orc, who was almost the wisest, most sinister and cruel among the orcs, stared fiercely at the descendant who was only a little shorter than him. Issue a sinister order: "Bypass the city of the stinky elves and attack from the south!"
"The stinky elves can't fight on two fronts!"
"When I launch an attack and all the stars in the sky are extinguished, you lead all the wild wolves to attack their south gate and break through their defenses from the rear!"
The tall half-orc named Bolger, the son of Azog, stared at Azog with a gloomy expression and the same cruel eyes, and nodded heavily.
He took out a bone whistle and blew it hard.
Countless pairs of green eyes immediately looked at him.
Bolger roared, leading all the wild wolves and a small group of wolf cavalry, breaking away from the large army, turning to the southern road, and heading straight to the south of Gray Harbor.
Seeing Bolg and the wild wolf disappear into the darkness, Azog nodded with satisfaction.
"Don't stop, run as hard as you can!"
The pale orc looked fiercely at the river that was about to cross into sight, and waved the steel blade on his residual arm forward: "Whoever dares to be lazy, I swear, his flesh and blood will become the food of the evil wolf. Let his bones be ground to ashes! The war has begun, bugs, the flesh and blood of the elves is before your eyes!"
As a result, this army composed of orcs, wild wolves, savages from the far north, trolls and many other evil minions that were notorious in the dark ages continued to run with great strides under the roars of wild wolves and pale orcs. Heading towards Gray Harbor.
Boom!
Boom!
The terrifying movements of the dark minions' march even reached the distant Blue Mountains.
In the middle of the deep and long Eredluin (the Blue Mountains).
A simple high hall with only boulders and wooden tables and chairs, no exquisite brocades, and no gem decorations.
Mithrandir, also known as Gandalf in our mouth, moved his ears, and he stretched out his skinny but strong hand, letting the white bird that flew in from nowhere stop on his palm.
It was a hummingbird, small in size and gentle in temperament.
But at the same time, hummingbirds are amazingly fast and resistant to hunger and thirst. They are the animal companions used by wizards to convey messages.
No, when the gray-robed wizard with a gray robe stained with frost and a dusty face heard the 'news' from the hummingbird, his expression immediately became very serious, and the shadow on his body even made the hot flames in the fireplace in the hall... Can't be dispersed.
This caused Thorin Oakenshield and his cousins, Balin and Dwalin, who were both dwarves of the Turin line, to change their expressions. Their rough, powerful five-short palms involuntarily touched the weapons next to them.
The gray robe wizard Gandalf, the king's advisor, is mysterious and comes and goes without a trace. He is good at using his extensive knowledge to help the king in trouble.
This is the wizard's impression and reputation among the dwarves.
However, it is a pity that although wizards have a good reputation among dwarves, they are still regarded as bedtime stories and legendary characters among the elders. Only a handful of dwarves have actually seen them!
In addition, the dwarves of the Turin lineage are in a sensitive period of national and family destruction. Both Thorin and Balin suddenly appeared in front of the door of the Turin dwarves, saying that they had so-called important matters to discuss in detail. The wizard was deeply wary.
The most composed of the three races is Balin, the son of Findin and the brother of Dwalin.
Also Thorin's distant cousin.
He whispered to his brother in dwarf language: Don't rush anything. The one who comes may not be an enemy. Let's see what he says.
But Dwalin was worried about the presence of a wizard in the hall. He whispered something in the ear of the dwarf prince, and kept looking at the dwarf battle ax next to him.
But in the end, the dwarf prince chose to shake his head. He felt that Balin was right. It is still unknown why the wizard suddenly appeared in the mountains, but in any case, the dwarf is not a mountain villager who does not know etiquette. Since the man in front of him calls himself It is Gandalf the Grey, the king's advisor, who has found the descendants of Turin in the mountains. Then, the dwarf should also show his master's enthusiasm and give the mysterious man in front of him a cup of hot tea and see how he reacts. What advice does the future King of Yamashita have?
When Bahrain heard this, he was very satisfied.
This is a sign of maturity, which is much better than that guy Dwalin who is always irritable.
But he didn't say anything, because Thorin was his cousin and would also be his king. He was destined to devote his whole life to the dwarf prince, so he would not and could not show any disrespect to the king in front of outsiders. .
Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Duvalin could only mutter and prepare tea.
The wizard took in the expressions and behavior styles of the three dwarves one by one, and quickly came up with a way to deal with them.
However, he had to deal with the bird's matter first, because the message brought by the bird was so serious that he had to speed up his plan. He mysteriously said something to the bird, then raised his hand and let the palm The small and medium-sized birds spread their wings and fly high again.
When the bird completely disappeared from the sky, the gray-robed wizard turned his head and faced the dwarf prince with a serious expression, a strong man with gray hair and beard, a gloomy expression, and strong hatred and hatred always in his eyes. The angry tall dwarf (relative to an ordinary dwarf) said: "Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain II, I am Gandalf, the gray robe wizard Gandalf!"
"I've heard your name!"
The dwarf prince, who could see the weather on his face and thick fingers, nodded and said in a slightly arrogant tone: "You claim to be the king's advisers and disseminators of knowledge. You like to come to the king when it is dark. In the palace, you tell some precious news from afar, or it may be a warning before bad news comes, and then you secretly leave before dawn. Very few people have seen your true face!"
"Your reputation has spread to our kingdom under the mountain. It is said that my grandfather, Thrall I, received your help, and my father, Thraine II, also received the blessing of destiny from you. Warning!"
Thorin Oakenshield looked at the gray robe wizard Gandalf with piercing eyes, and the aura of the king showed on him, "Tell me, gray robe wizard Gandalf! This time you appear in front of me again, in the fallen city. In front of the spiritual descendants, are you preparing to bring us precious news, or are you preparing to bring us sad and bad news?"
Hearing his angry shout, Dwalin screamed strangely and jumped in from the door happily, holding his battle ax in his hand.
As if he had expected it, Gandalf muttered a spell. As a result, the battle ax in Dwalin's hand suddenly became red-hot. He let out a strange cry and threw the ax to the ground.
"Calm down, dwarf!"
The wizard's figure seemed to have become extremely tall, and the shadow behind him even reached the roof.
This surprised Thorin Oakenshield. He looked at the wizard who seemed to have grown extremely tall with vigilance, but found that Dwalin was only frightened and not injured. So he breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to let the door open. The dwarf guards all retreated.
When the gray-robed wizard saw that the tall shadow returned to its normal appearance, he said: "Dear Thorin Oakenshield, heir to the kingdom under the mountain, I think you should believe that I have no ill intentions, right?"
The dwarf prince thought for a moment and nodded.
So the two sides sat down at the table again.
Balin stared at all this in stunned silence, his snow-white beard rising up and down.
At the door, a young dwarf with blond hair, a beard, and pigtails stuck his head out. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two parties was harmonious again, he walked in with a cup of hot tea in a wooden basin.
This is Philip, Thorin's nephew and second in line to the throne of Turin.
He put down the tea cup and glanced at the wizard curiously.
However, Thorin obviously didn't want you to come into contact with the wizard so early, so he sternly asked him to go down.
Feili was very afraid of this stern uncle, so he could only walk out with one step and three turns.
At this time, Duvalin also picked up the cooled battle ax again, placed it on the corner of the wall, and walked over empty-handed.
"Feel sorry."
Said this tough guy among the Turin dwarves. His tone and attitude were much more sincere.
Look, this is the dwarf.
Stubborn, arrogant, bad-tempered, likes gold and treasures.
But at the same time, the dwarves are also straightforward, resolute, and informal. They are the same race as before, whether they treat friends or enemies.
