Azog is a far more cunning half-orc than anyone imagined.
Just when everyone thought that the almost invisible army of darkness would cross the tributaries of the Shuen River on the first sunset after summer in 2931 of the Third Era, and attack the last and final elves in the north. At the time of the most sacred port city—Mithrond (Grey Harbor).
However, this evil army stopped on a plain 10 leagues away from Gray Harbor.
This distance can effectively prevent the elves from attacking, and it is also convenient for the army to push the battle line directly under the wall of Gray Harbor in one breath after the army is repaired!
Moreover, he needed to give the pointy-eared elves in Gray Harbor an illusion, making those damn pointy-eared people think that the orc army only had this frontal battlefield, but in fact they didn't know that he had already sent another evil force. The minions of darkness sneaked around Gray Harbor, preparing to launch a sneak attack from the south.
Azog didn't know it yet, but Manwë, the leader of the Valar, had warned Cirdan in advance through the breeze.
At this moment, he was still dreaming about annihilating all those damn pointed ears by attacking from both sides in one go.
Therefore, after confirming that Gray Harbor was right in front of him, this cunning and cunning pale orc stopped unexpectedly.
He sent a large group of orcs and wild people from the far north. The foraging elves everywhere planted orchards and oak forests on the banks of the Shune River and at the foot of the Blue Mountains, and cut down the tall trees there to make siege equipment. !
"Sluggards, move your steps and speed up your pace."
A black orc who was in charge of overseeing the work swung the whip in his hand, roared and cursed with his ugly yellow-toothed mouth, forcing the dwarf orcs under him and the wild people from the far north to keep swinging the sharp ax in his hand. Cut down the trees planted by the elves, and continuously transport the trunks of the cut trees back to the huge and noisy orc camp, and assemble them into various simple siege equipment!
"Stand up, bugs, raise your spears and protect our camp. The crossbowmen are behind and the spearmen are in front. Quick, lazy bugs, move your steps!"
The black orcs and wolf-riders who were roaring back and forth were cursing and slapping the short orcs whose formation had become chaotic and lagging due to their rapid march, while forcing them to rearrange their formations.
These hungry and thirsty half-orcs from the Misty Mountains howled in pain, cursed, pushed and shoved each other, and finally faced the direction of Gray Harbor, forming a phalanx of more than 30 thousand people!
This isn't over yet, it's coming next.
A dull horn sounded.
Azog ordered the remaining orcs to set up 20 "infantry phalanxes" that were ugly but thick enough on the right wing of the army and at the rear of the camp to resist possible attacks from the elves - the left wing was the Shun River. , so Azog did not deploy heavy troops on the left wing.
Among them, 3 of the 30 phalanxes on the front are crossbowmen holding short bows unique to the orcs.
These dirty, ugly dark creatures kept cursing and roaring, drooling as they looked at the elven port that was almost within easy reach.
This is the hatred towards the elves that has been buried deep in their hearts since their birth.
These degenerate guys are very jealous of the beauty of the elves and hate their wealth. Regarding the immortality of the elves, these short-lived, ugly corrupt creatures are even more angry that their hearts aches!
They could not wait to rush to these nasty, disgusting cities with pointed ears, kill them, eat them, rip out their intestines, and let their screams resound throughout the earth.
But the black orc wolfriders from Mordor kept kicking and whipping them, making them scream.
Unlike these timid brethren who only attack lone pedestrians and travelers in the dark, Azog knows where his advantage lies.
Sixty thousand undisciplined orcs may not be a match for six thousand elves!
Under normal circumstances, one elf can easily defeat ten orcs.
Only under the constraints of a strong order, the half-orcs who are naturally timid but cruel are gathered into a group and form a huge local numerical advantage. Is it possible to defeat the powerful firstborn children?
To put it simply, it is to use the battlefield attributes of legion warfare, where both sides cannot move and dodge, to conduct a simple and crude meat grinder-like battle.
Therefore, Azog will never allow these stupid fellows who are cowardly and cruel to go out without authorization and destroy the formation.
Because he knew that only by tightly holding this evil army that had never appeared since the dark ages could it be possible to wipe out all those hateful pointed ears.
Looking like an ant nest, a large number of orc craftsmen and wild people from the Far North were noisy, working all night long to assemble various crude and ferocious siege equipment in the center of the camp.
A ferocious smile appeared on the ugly face of the pale orc riding a giant wolf.
He looked at the shadowy elven city under the darkest night sky before dawn, with a cunning and ruthless look in his turbid, terrifying eyes full of cruelty and violence.
Stinky elves, just be proud of yourself. One day, another day, my army will completely crush you.
south.
Countless wild wolves, as big as buffaloes, howled and ran under the moon.
The hobbits living in the town of Big Hole were frightened by the howling and woke up from their warm and comfortable beds.
These kind-hearted and timid races with facial features similar to humans, but only as tall as human children (60~120cm), covered their ears tightly, huddled up in the warm quilt, hugged their mothers, and looked at each other. tremble.
"This is not the season for wild wolves. Why are the damn big guys with terrible fangs coming out? Oh no, my cabbage, they won't bring disaster to my cabbage!"
Some brave (or stupid) people wanted to open the window and take a peek or two, but their mother-in-law or father grabbed their ears and kicked their butts (if they were mothers, they wouldn't) and stuffed them back. Into a warm but safe bed.
"You stupid, brainless Took! Get back on your bed and you're not allowed to come down again!"
"You idiot, wild wolves won't eat cabbage, they will only eat you!"
"Ah! Dad, why did you say such terrible things?...Well, although I don't think the wolf might want to have a late-night snack tonight, I think it's a good idea to just stay in bed! Hobbit The human bed is the softest and most comfortable bed in the world. Good night, dad, and by the way, I hope you light up your eyebrows when you smoke!"
"Besides, you're a Took too, you idiot!"
Took, a famous surname among the Hobbits.
Under the moonlit night, a giant beast beyond the imagination of elves and hobbits squatted on a mountain col in Beigan, looking up to the sky and roaring.
Countless wild wolves with intertwined canines and disgusting saliva constantly flowing out of their big mouths roared and flew from the western edge of the Shire, the home of the Hobbits, led by a small group of black orcs and Gundaba orc wolf riders. Run past, detour to the far hill to the west of Dadong Town, and enter the narrow mountain road between Tower Hill and the South Eredluin Mountains.
And passing through the mountain road is the southern part of Gray Harbor.
In the end, this terrifying giant beast disappeared as quietly as it arrived.
After dawn, these little people who like countryside and farmland gathered together and talked about the rumor that one summer night in 1331 of the Shire calendar, a wild wolf howled at the moon and ate a family of hobbits... …
After receiving the news, Cirdan stood on the city wall east of Gray Harbor, overlooking the vast plains beside the huge Shun River, silent.
There, heavy dark clouds from the north obscured the starlight, and the terrible sound of horns came.
no doubt.
The orc army has arrived.
only.
"They stopped."
Gemir, who is responsible for guarding the East City, said: "Obviously, they are making siege tools and repairing them, and a battle may break out at any time!"
Childan was convinced.
He even concluded that the battle should break out before dawn, because he found that it was different from the orcs who were afraid of the sun in the past and were timid to fight in the sun.
During this wave of darkness, the northern sky seemed to be enveloped by a force.
It was an evil force that made him tremble.
A large number of ominous heavy dark clouds gathered in the northern sky.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, with lightning and thunder, and it looked like the end was coming.
Plus there are hordes of evil bats in staggering numbers.
Even when Yareen's light was at its strongest, it could not pierce the dark clouds in the northern sky.
In this way, the shortcomings of the timid and cruel half-orcs who are afraid of fighting in the sun are compensated to the greatest extent.
What's more, some bold black orc wolf riders actually reached within a kilometer of Gray Harbor at night.
In addition, there are an astonishing number of black orc wolf-riders from Mordor wandering like ghosts on the vast plains beside the dark Shune River, protecting the huge camp not far away that is like a hive of hell.
Although soon all the filthy, disgusting and depraved creatures that dared approach the elves, this sacred coastal city at the mouth of the Shune River, were shot down one by one by the elven sharpshooters, they also made Cirdan think The idea of letting the Elf Sentinel Cavalry take advantage of the orc army's unsteady footing to conduct a sneak attack was completely abandoned.
Linton is not a horse-producing place, and the elves don't have many cavalry.
The elf sentries in front and the elves who arrived on horseback from all over Linton later totaled less than 800 riders.
He really couldn't bear to waste this power that might break the deadlock between the two sides on pre-war testing.
The master of Gray Harbor is vaguely aware that these 800 elven cavalry will play a more important role!
Therefore, Cirdan just kept the elves on their toes for the upcoming battle.
Gammel is of course not incompetent.
Gray Harbor's defense is low compared to the white holy city of Minas Tirith.
The city wall of the last and most sacred coastal city of the elves in the north is made of white boulders 1 meter long and 1 meter wide. It is not only 30 feet high (nearly 10 meters) and 10 feet thick, it can accommodate two war horses at the same time. Running on it, and, importantly, the elves' buildings are terrifyingly sturdy!
It seems that "magic" was added during the construction. The city of this coastal city of elves glowed faintly with a white light under the dim moonlight.
Coupled with the unique elegance and luxury of elven architecture, the entire Gray Harbor not only gives people a sense of sanctity, but also an unrivaled sense of heaviness.
Therefore, both Cirdan and Gamil felt that instead of going out to fight with the orcs, it was better to use the protection of the city wall to delay this terrible evil army until the gray robe wizard Gandalf moved in the dwarves to reinforce the army.
if so.
The lives of elves are precious, and neither the master of Gray Harbor nor Gemir are willing to waste the lives of their first-born children in battles with depraved and filthy orcs.
In their view, the era of elves has passed. Instead of wasting the precious lives of the elves here, it would be better to save their lives and go to the western holy land of Aman in the future to enjoy eternal happiness.
Therefore, the two sides unexpectedly came to a stalemate.
one night.
Add the daytime of the next day.
The huge orc army has been staying 10 leagues away from the Gray Port, frantically making more and uglier simple siege tools.
The elves also stood on the high city wall calmly with a hint of relief, waiting for the decisive battle to come.
finally.
It was the evening of the next day.
As Yareen's light gradually faded to the west, the earth turned orange.
"Uh-huh~~~"
A huge, desolate horn sounded.
One after another, the organic phalanx of orcs shouted in unison, took steps, and marched towards Gray Harbor.
"The decisive battle has broken out!"
The pale orc rode a huge white wolf, standing on a small hill, looking at the heavily armed evil army below, and said ferociously.
"Advance, my army!"
"Destroy and flatten the damn elven cities in front of you, chop off all their heads, don't be soft-hearted, don't retreat, let's start the war!"
One by one, tall and simple cloud chariots slowly followed the orcs who barely lined up in a line.
coming!
In the southern city of Gray Port, the spirits of the alien souls who had already received the news were shocked.
He listened.
In the sea breeze with the sunset, the sound of the orc's horn sounded like the magic sound of hell, coming from afar.
Since yesterday, the northern sky seems to be covered by dark clouds.
It was so dark and heavy, as if the sky was about to step on it.
This makes the hearts of alien souls who have experienced such a real Western epic war for the first time beat fast.
He seemed to be able to feel the faint noise in the air and the overwhelming stench of the orcs.
He wanted to turn around more than once.
But he knew that what he could do and what he should do at this moment was to stay calm and not cause trouble to the elves.
Because the alien soul feels that he is just a battlefield novice, professional matters should be left to professionals.
The masters of Gray Harbor and the elves are all 'battlefield monsters' who have experienced countless battles. They have enough experience and ability to cope with the upcoming epic war.
He only needs to obey the orders of the master of Gray Harbor and the female guards, and concentrate on guarding the flanks and rear of the northern elves.
Think so.
Wearing exquisite silver armor and holding an amazing war hammer, the black-haired dragonborn spent an unforgettable night.
And today, it was accompanied by a huge trumpet sound.
no doubt.
The decisive battle has arrived!
However, the expression of the black-haired dragonborn who should have been excited, excited, scared, and frightened gradually turned serious at this moment.
wrong.
It's so quiet.
The narrow mountain road from Emin Belaid (Tower Hill) to Gray Harbor is too quiet.
It's so quiet that it's scary.
The black-haired dragonborn's slender and powerful palms rested on the white city wall of Gray Harbor, and his golden vertical pupils seemed to see through the long and narrow valley that was gradually dimming in the south.
For some reason, at the moment when the war was about to begin, the mountain road in the south suddenly became deep and ferocious.
It seemed as if there was a huge beast squatting there right now that could swallow up the heaven, earth and stars.
