The fight took place around 8 p.m.
After two hours of rapid march, the orc army finally arrived at the vast plains more than a thousand meters away from Gray Port.
Looking at the black clouds and steel guns in the distance, as far as the eye can see, they are all terrifying scenes of the dirty and ugly figures of orcs.
On the white wall of Gray Harbor, the elves' breathing only quickened for a moment.
Both sides have been foxes for thousands of years. You really don’t know too much about the elves and orcs who have been attacking each other for tens of thousands of years.
"Get in line, get in line, shield bearer in front, spear behind!"
The black orcs of Mordor rode wargs and kept running in the orc phalanx that was in chaos due to the rapid march. The long-lost ancient language of Mordor in the north resounded through the night sky.
The orcs, who were carrying shields or wielding spears, were whipped and beaten by these ferocious and burly Wolf Riders of Mordor, and they reorganized into formation.
These originally timid and cowardly half-orcs now had a greedy evil light in their dim eyes, staring at the elves on the holy white walls of Gray Harbor not far away.
"Etc., etc!"
Nearly 1,500 meters away from the Gray Port, Azog the Blasphemer stood on a simple, tall wooden watchtower, pacing excitedly.
"Get our siege engines in place, get our siege engines in place! Very well, sound the horn!"
"Uh-huh~"
The huge conch horn located at the rear of the orc army was blown immediately.
Listening to the dull horn sounds of varying lengths, the 10 phalanxes at the front of the orc army immediately moved.
"waaaaagh!"
These dirty, fallen creatures shouted excitedly, raised their shields, and carried blood-stained spears or scimitars. They maintained the basic formation and strode forward.
Behind them, five tall and primitive siege vehicles moved forward slowly but firmly.
"Prepare!"
Gemil raised his left hand with a calm expression.
On the city wall, a total of 1,000 fully armed elves drew arrows and bent bows, their movements uniform, just like one person!
"Aim for their eyes and wrists!"
Gamil, who was responsible for commanding the more than 1,000 elves, shouted, his voice not even wavering.
"put!"
Both sides are races with night vision ability, and there is no vision obstruction. It is estimated that the orcs have entered the shooting range. Gamil gave an order, and the elves were separated by a distance of 700 to 800 meters and fired arrows.
Puff puff.
The terrifying arrow rain instantly claimed the lives of hundreds of orcs, with almost no openings except for their eyes and wrists exposed!
These unlucky orcs were all either hit by arrows in their eyes, the arrows went straight through their skulls, and they farted without making a sound, or they were hit by arrows in their wrists and screamed, dropping their shields.
The reason why the rest are still alive may be that multiple elves focused on one orc at the same time.
or.
Maybe these guys don't deserve to die.
These lucky guys were either touched by the orcs next to them at the critical moment, or their wrists suddenly shook, or their feet became weak, and they were lucky enough to escape.
Seeing their fellow tribesmen falling down one after another like Donomi cards, the eyes of the orcs who were the first to enter the elves' shooting range also turned red.
They roared and screamed.
They could no longer maintain their formation, but ran forward with crazy strides, as if they could avoid those nasty, damn pointy-eared, life-threatening arrows on the wall.
Why don't they run back?
That's because the pale orcs have a very tight temper towards their northern brethren who only know how to bark and bully the weak.
I saw that after he ordered the first batch of orcs to attack, he sent out the second and third batch of orcs one after another, pushing and pushing, forcing the orcs in front to move forward.
Facing the tide of beasts coming at them, the northern elves just mechanically bent their bows, nocked the arrows, loosened the strings, bent the bows, nocked the arrows, and loosened the strings.
Arrows fell like rain.
Large swaths of orcs fell down together like cutting leeks.
The Elf's terrifying long-range fire suppression was clearly evident at this moment.
But even so, Azog, who was supervising the battle from the rear, still excitedly dropped groups of orcs onto the battlefield. Because he knew that only by closing the distance could he possibly defeat these hateful, despicable pointed ears that only shoot arrows.
After inflicting huge casualties on at least three phalanxes, the orcs' phalanx of crossbowmen finally entered the firing range.
On the city wall, Gemir also noticed the long-range troops of the orcs.
But there was no way. Although the elves, under the command of Gemir, gave priority to attacking the long-range troops of the orcs, these short guys holding the orc short bows were protected by the shield phalanx in front.
Secondly, as more orc phalanxes were put on the battlefield, nearly 20,000 people gathered under the short 6-mile-long wall of Gray Harbor.
These orcs all wore helmets and armor, and the formation was thick. The arrows rained down to the end, and even the elves could no longer harvest human lives like mowing grass.
"Uh-huh~"
Seeing that his long-range troops were still in place, the pale orc immediately ordered someone to blow another command.
These phalanxes of orcs armed with short bows immediately set up their bows and shot arrows.
Dodo dodo.
The dark arrow feathers flew towards the high elven wall, and the elves on the city began to suffer casualties.
There is nothing you can do about it. On the battlefield, it is not your turn to dodge. Otherwise, if everyone is like this, your front line will no longer be there.
at the same time.
"Uh-huh~~"
Following bursts of rapid and heavy horn sounds, more and more ladders, cloud carts, and even simple trebuchets and ramming carts appeared on the battlefield.
Moreover, the thick-skinned trolls also began to enter the scene.
These giant monsters, which stand almost five meters upright, carry large rocks and trebuchets on their backs. They are commanded by short and cunning orcs from the Misty Mountains. Much easier to use.
Moreover, these giant monsters have rough skin and thick flesh, and it is almost difficult to kill them unless the elves' arrows hit their eyes and necks.
"Back row, shoot!"
Commander Gemir shouted to a group of elven archers below the city wall.
These elves immediately bent their bows and nocked arrows, throwing them, and let go of their hands.
"XiaoXuXuXu."
There was another hail of arrows, they crossed the walls of Gray Harbor and quickly hit the orcs outside.
However, although the orcs in front fell one after another, the pale orcs couldn't bear not to take the orcs as their lives.
Amidst the rapid and high-pitched horns of the pale orcs, the trebuchets and trolls began to show their power. The boulders flew over a distance of more than 600 feet and hit the walls of Gray Harbor heavily.
Although it did not cause any damage to the main body of the solid city wall of the elves, the boulders that hit the female wall and the wall stacks successfully caused huge damage to the elves.
Looking at the large number of orcs that have pressed under the city wall, I have to say that Azog the Blasphemer's reckless offensive posture, which is like adding fuel to the tactics, has indeed achieved good results.
Gamil, who had been carefully observing the comparison of the battlefield situations between the two sides, immediately waved his hand.
"The ballista is ready."
On the city wall, another trump card of the elves - the ballista was showing its power.
"put!"
Following Commander Gemir's order.
The war machine made by the elves specifically for large-scale destruction suddenly erupted with a burst of teeth-searing sounds.
Click.
boom.
Several gleaming metal storms streaked across the dark night sky and hit the tall, simple siege vehicle of the orcs.
The result was unmistakable. The tools the Pale Orcs had built to scale the high white walls of Gray Harbor immediately fell apart.
The orcs inside screamed one after another and turned into a ball of minced meat before they could even scream.
This was not over yet. After destroying the Orcs' cloud car, the huge metal storm plunged into the boundless Orc army like a tide without stopping.
The result was another terrifying flurry of broken limbs and limbs.
After the death storm that brought endless blood and rain stopped, the half-orcs discovered that it was a sharp blade with a polygonal shape.
In addition, the metal blade launched by one of the ballistas successfully hit a troll. As a result, the sharp rotating blade cut the tall troll in half like a tofu!
The terrible filthy rain of blood splashed all around.
However, although the elves' crossbows caused great damage, the orcs' counterattack soon arrived.
Under the pressure of the orcs regardless of life and death, a group of orcs finally succeeded in carrying a simple version of the ladder and passed the elves' death arrows.
They excitedly hooked the ladder with hooks on the white wall of Gray Port.
Then this group of lucky orcs screamed randomly, waved their weapons, and began to climb up.
"Kill them!"
Gamil opened the bow and arrow in his hand and said without changing his expression.
Arrow feathers are like shuttles.
These dirty, ugly, degenerate creatures who were overly excited immediately fell from the ladder like hedgehogs and fell into a pulp.
But it is undeniable that at this point, the war has entered a fever pitch.
Azog paced back and forth excitedly and uneasily on the observation deck. He looked at the sky anxiously, then at the battlefield that was already involved in fierce fighting, and his eyes couldn't help but look to the south.
"What's wrong?"
In the southern city, Iriewen walked to Dragon's side, followed his example, and set her sights on the wilderness further south.
But unfortunately, the rugged mountain roads and deep night of Emin Belaid (Tower Hill) hindered the sight of the female guard.
Finally, the female guard who found nothing shook her head strangely and asked him.
At this moment, the female elf was dressed in military uniform. The decent and light armor not only did not cover up the beauty of the female elf, but on the contrary, under the silvery night, the female elf with long black and smooth hair looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of the slim and slim female elf armor. Extraordinarily heroic.
"Can't tell."
Dragon Byrne felt inexplicably uneasy. He frequently looked south. The huge shadow of Emin Beled (Tachu) made him feel a sense of crisis for the first time.
"A feeling of being spied on, as if something is ready to move in the mountains to the south."
He murmured in Noldorin.
At this time, Arminas also came over.
He is the elven commander responsible for guarding the southern city. Like Gamir, he once went to Valinor, the holy land of the west, and saw the glory of the twin sacred trees. Then, when Fëanor, the second high king of the Noldor tribe, decided to resist Valinor, Will, the ancient elves who followed him when he returned to Middle-earth.
"Mel Stowers is right."
This handsome elf with long black hair and gray eyes, like Ilivan and Gamil, held the sword on his waist and said calmly: "The wind is so quiet tonight that it makes people's hair stand on end!"
Seeing him saying the same thing, Yili Wen couldn't help but frown.
Forget it about the Dragonborn, now even Arminas has said so, will anything really happen tonight?
She remembered the warning from the master of Gray Harbor.
Could it be...
Feeling astonished, Illyvan followed the example of the two of them and stood absent-mindedly on the wall south of Gray Harbor, staring blankly at the increasingly deep mountain path outside.
As time passed, the shouts of killing in the east became more fierce, and the sound of huge horns and the roar of boulders became more urgent and intense.
In the end, even Arminas began to worry about gains and losses.
Maybe it's just my own illusion?
He frowned, and his handsome face showed an expression other than calm. He glanced towards the east hesitantly, and the anxiety in his heart was self-evident.
But the next moment.
The black-haired Mel Stowers was the first to shout.
"Wolves, so many wolves!"
Arminas turned around quickly and saw an unforgettable scene.
Under the dim night, countless wild wolves were running fast and howling, emerging from the deep path of Eminbeled (Taqiu), like gray tide, rushing towards Mithrond (Grey Harbor) ) come on!
Go back a few hours.
The son of Azog, the pale orc Bolger led thousands of wolves, running wildly through the closest border to the Elf Kingdom, the hometown of the Hobbits, the left area of the Shire, and behind the Great Hole Town.
We took a detour to the far hill, entered the narrow mountain road between Emyn Belaid (Tower Hill) and South Ered Luin, and arrived at a mountain col a few leagues south of Gray Port.
Bolg inherited some of Azog the Blasphemer's qualities. He knew that the pointed ears in Gray Harbor were very sensitive, and getting too close would arouse their vigilance.
Therefore, this cunning half-orc used the rugged mountain roads and deep jungles of Eminbeled (Tower Hill) to hide the wolves.
This is why the Dragonborn and Arminas failed to discover them.
It was not until the time agreed between the cunning half-orc and the blasphemer Azog arrived that Bolger, under the cover of the dim night, excitedly drove the huge wolf pack from the rugged Emin Belaid Mountain Road. Rushed out.
But it's a pity.
Their plan had already been revealed to the master of the Gray Harbor by Manwë, the master of Arda's breath, through the breeze.
The elves not only have heavy troops at the south gate.
Moreover, the Dragonborn's golden vertical pupils, which emitted a faint precious light like amber in the darkness, immediately spotted the wolves creeping quietly under the dark night.
"Wolves, so many wolves!"
he shouted.
Awakened the elves on the city wall.
"Indiscriminate shooting, prepare!"
Arminas was shocked by the huge gray tide of wolves, but his professionalism prevented him from forgetting to issue the order immediately.
The elves immediately drew their bows and prepared arrows.
But the speed of the wolves is far beyond what the orcs can match.
When Bolger and the wolves saw that the elves were on guard, they completely tore off their disguises, roared, and rushed out of the shadows.
Their speed was astonishing. In a few breaths, they crossed half a league and entered the shooting range of the elves. In another breath, they arrived under the white walls of Gray Harbor.
At this time, the elves' arrows had just shot out three or four waves.
The burly orc used a bone piccolo to play.
The huge wolf pack immediately jumped up in terror, stepping on the holy white wall of the elves, and almost jumped onto the city wall more than 10 meters high!
"shooting!"
Arminas shouted sharply, even more sharply and nervous than Gamil, who had been fighting for several hours.
Dragon Byrne silently put on an exquisite helmet that was somewhat similar in appearance to the Helm of Command in a certain game in the previous life, with only his eyes, mouth and nose exposed.
"Now, we are one!"
Okay, here we are again.
The heart of the black-haired dragonborn was beating violently, causing the blood all over his body to flow rapidly as if it were boiling. The golden vertical pupils under his heavy helmet were both excited and timid and at a loss for the first time.
He lifted the silver hammer.
Let out a hot breath.
One hammer smashed the skull of a tall, burly and ferocious wolf into pulp!
