The wolf of Middle-earth is a very terrifying creature.
They can reach up to five feet in height at the shoulder and eight feet in length (from nose to rump). There is a short snout full of huge fangs on its head, and its bite force is amazing.
Small eyes are on the sides of the head, and ears are on the back of the skull to help protect the warg's vulnerable parts.
In addition, their limbs are strong and powerful, and you can see their muscles bulging when they run.
This makes it run even faster, and its explosive power in short distances is even greater than that of a horse.
And their waist bones are very strong. Unlike canines on Earth, the waist and skull of wolves are almost their strongest bones.
Otherwise, a warg bred from a bad wolf would not be able to carry a tall orc.
In addition, the wolf's body is covered with short and thick hair, which can minimize damage to teeth and claws.
The best breed of wolves is undoubtedly the wargs bred by the Gundaba orcs. Their fur is lighter in color, many of which are gray and white. These huge wargs are not only more ferocious, but also have amazing speed and endurance.
They can carry tall Gundaba orcs and run for a day and a night without resting.
It was this type of warg that Azog the Blasphemer and his descendant Bolg rode.
In addition, wolves, like the horned sheep bred by the dwarves, are very good at climbing mountains. Their powerful limbs can effectively support them to jump and move flexibly on steep rock walls.
So, don’t be surprised when you see a big, strong wolf running at lightning speed, then leaping up, stepping on the smooth rock wall, and jumping onto the 10-meter-high city wall.
Because congratulations, you have arrived in Middle-earth.
"Don't stop the arrows!"
Arminas turned sideways gracefully to avoid a wolf that successfully jumped onto the city wall. The smooth steel arrow in his hand stabbed into the wolf's eye.
Then with a dizzying turn of steps, the elf faced the outside of the city again. His right hand naturally pulled out the second arrow from the quiver, and bent the bow to nock it.
The hand loosened.
"Ouch~"
A vicious wolf screamed and was decisively hit in the eye. At this time, the wolf that he stabbed to death with an arrow finally died.
On the city wall, the elves calmly drew their bows and arrows and shot downwards.
Countless giant wolves with icy eyes whimpering and fell to the ground after being struck by arrows.
But at the same time, more wolves moved and dodged flexibly and moved forward rapidly. And he stepped on the corpses of his dead fellows, jumped up, stepped on the rock wall, and jumped onto the city wall.
An elf couldn't dodge and was knocked down by a wolf with disgusting saliva and sharp and ferocious canine teeth. The wolf opened its mouth and bit the elf's throat.
Iriwen quickly turned around, loosened the bowstring in her hand, and the arrow accurately hit the soft spot between the wolf's neck.
"Ouch~"
The evil wolf softened and fell onto the elf.
There was no time to celebrate or grieve, and Yi Liwen pulled out the sharp blade from her waist. She turned sharply like dancing and avoided the bite of another evil wolf. The sharp sword with cold light was inserted into the cartilage of the animal's neck. Got in.
The evil wolf grunted, twitched twice, and died. Its cold and ferocious eyes quickly went out.
It is very dangerous when the wolves in Middle-earth run and sprint, but when they stop, the elves have various ways to deal with these evil wolves.
The problem now is that compared to the orcs on the frontal battlefield, the wolves have amazing speed and explosive power, and they are numerous.
Despite the elves' shooting, more and more wolves fell to the cold ground.
But more evil wolves stepped on the corpses of their own kind and jumped onto the high city wall more easily.
This is beyond the reach of the orcs on the frontal battlefield.
Iriwen pulled out the sword from the hungry wolf's body, and her eyes fell on the Dragonborn involuntarily.
Only to find that the Dragonborn had picked up his war hammer from the broken head of a hungry wolf.
The female elf's eyes softened a little.
But then, a giant wolf with a body like a brown bear jumped up, stepping on the corpses of countless comrades, its cold and ferocious eyes fixed on the dragonborn beside it.
In the eyes of this evil wolf, this is a giant taller than the Gundaba beastmen.
Under the exquisite and sacred armor, the giant's majestic body is almost like a jade pillar holding up the sky, exuding an astonishing sense of oppression.
The terrifying silver-white warhammer in his hand was stained with the brains and blood of its own people, and it was so sticky that it had not even solidified.
The golden vertical pupils made it even more uneasy.
A kind of coercion from the soul level faintly came from this man.
The evil wolf reflexively raised its mane hair and exposed its sharp fangs.
The giant also cheered up from the panic of the first battle, and stared at the evil wolf with a pair of cold golden vertical pupils hidden deep in his helmet.
Both sides acted almost simultaneously.
The wolf nimbly jumped to the left, dodging the giant's clumsy hammer blow, then sprang out like an arrow and pounced on the giant.
Dragon Byrne was amazed at the wolf's flexibility.
He hurriedly put his left hand across his chest, but he didn't want to catch the beast's jaw in mid-air.
At that moment, Dragon didn't have time to think too much, he just grabbed the giant wolf and slapped it down hard.
Bang.
This nearly 1,200-pound beast was smashed directly from the air to the ground. The huge force instantly made the surrounding ground seem to tremble.
Under this force, the wolf's hard skull couldn't hold on for even a second, and instantly shattered into a puddle of mud, with red, white, blue, and purple all coming out.
The black-haired dragonborn had a dull face and pulled his hand out of the wolf's head, which was almost smashed into a puddle of mud.
Unlike elves with full agility points, all of them are combat masters.
Although wolves are also extremely flexible, they cannot transcend the category of animals. When it comes to fighting, they are far worse than elves.
Dragon Byrne shook his hand in disgust, and an indescribable feeling of nausea came to his heart.
But at the same time, reason also told him that now was not the time to be distracted, so the Dragonborn steeled himself and looked around.
For him, this was a good training opportunity.
After all, no matter how much practice you have, it is not as good as a real actual battle!
He has vaguely felt that his destiny is no longer involved with this continent, so in addition to the body blessed by Ilúvatar, he must have the ability to protect himself.
Because the elves cannot protect him forever.
Thinking like this, the black-haired dragonborn's mood gradually calmed down, and he began to actively look for the wolf that jumped on the city wall to fight.
Although his fighting skills are still clumsy, the dragon's strength and reflexes allow him to seize the weaknesses of the wolves first and strike back successfully!
Coupled with the exquisite heavy armor forged by the elf master, the carefree dragonborn slowly began to get used to the blood and cruelty of the battlefield.
I saw him waving a huge war hammer, running from one end of the city wall to the other, with unparalleled bravery.
The wolf that couldn't dodge would be smashed by him, with bones and muscles broken, and flesh and blood flying everywhere. Or he would use a giant fist covered with iron armor to hit him so hard that his brains would burst and his flesh and blood would be mutilated.
In the end, the black-haired dragonborn who fell into a manic state even roughly strangled one to death with his left hand, letting the green-faced and fanged wolf howl and scream, and how crazy it was to claw at the exquisite armor on his body. , just don’t let go.
It can be said that wherever he goes, there is bloodshed and wolf corpses everywhere.
Slowly, even the surrounding elves began to quietly move away from his fighting range.
Just because when the Dragonborn fights, the destructive power is really amazing.
Putting aside everything else, the elves looked at the war hammer in his hand with fear, wondering whether they could withstand the hammer.
Soon, with the help of the violent dragonborn, the elves successfully drove all the wolves off the city wall. They whined, choked, and fled far away with their tails between their legs.
At this time, Dragon Byrne gradually calmed down. His heart was beating crazily due to the mass killing, his blood was rolling like molten lava, and his breath was hot with traces of white smoke.
Arminas glanced at the black-haired dragonborn in surprise and said solemnly: "Keep shooting arrows and don't let the wolf get close to the city wall."
As he spoke, he took the lead in drawing the bow and shooting an arrow, killing a wolf that was running away in embarrassment with one arrow.
Illyvan and the other elves rearranged their formation, then lined up their bows and arrows in unison and loosened their strings.
Suddenly, arrows rained down from the city wall again, and the wolves fled faster.
On the high ground in front of the Gray Harbor Government Affairs Office.
Chierdan retracted his gaze from the south with relief and looked toward the east with a solemn expression.
Over there, the battle has completely heated up.
Countless ferocious-looking orcs and savages from the far north have begun to break through the elves' defenses and boarded the city walls of Gray Harbor. They are fiercely competing with the elves for the ownership of a certain section of the city wall.
Seeing that the city wall was about to fall, some elves, led by Gemir, switched to melee swords, rushed forward bravely, and pushed the orcs down the city wall, thus holding on to the eastern defense line.
The pale orc Azog at the back of the battlefield was pacing back and forth angrily.
"Give us the order and let our army continue to charge. There are many more orcs than elves with pointed ears. We will push the stinky elves off the city wall with our lives!"
The orc herald did not dare to refute, and immediately blew the heavy horn.
"Uh-huh~"
Hearing the horn, the 30th Orc Phalanx stepped on the uneven pace and once again added troops to the east battlefield.
In the Luohua Square below the high ground of the Government Affairs Office, 800 calm-looking elf cavalry were riding on the sacred elf horse, motionless.
Azog paced back and forth on the simple observation tower restlessly. His cruel and cold eyes kept looking towards the south, wondering where there was something wrong with the plan.
The southern battlefield.
In the darkness, Bolger played the bone flute crazily.
He roared angrily, cursed, and poured out the vicious ancient language of Mordor.
Arminas was keenly aware of this, and he searched for the traces of this cunning orc in the darkness.
Finally, he found the orc more than a thousand meters away from the southern city of Gray Harbor.
After appraising the distance, Arminas shook his head regretfully.
Maybe it was Bolger's curse that had an effect, or maybe it was simply the bone flute. The wolves that had escaped far away whimpered and slowly gathered again.
Just when everyone thought that the orcs who were unwilling to fail would launch another attack, suddenly, Bolger in the darkness blew a strange signal.
The wolves started to stir.
They whined and hissed, flinched, and looked extremely frightened.
On the city wall, the elves were no longer calm, and everyone looked solemnly at the rugged mountain trails of Emin Belaid (Tower Hill) further away.
There, an extremely evil aura was approaching rapidly.
what is that!
Dragon Byrne, who had the sharpest eyes, was the first to exclaim.
I saw a terrifying monster that was almost as huge as an adult Asian elephant running out of the rugged mountain path like a ghost, and proudly glanced at Bolger who summoned him.
His eyes were full of contempt and ferocity.
However, when it saw the bone flute in Bolger's hand, the monster finally chose to obey the order of the person who owned the bone flute.
It took a few steps towards Gray Harbor and then started to trot.
The elves, including Arminas, all exclaimed at this moment.
"Demon wolf!"
"Gaurhoth?"
Dragon Byrne chewed on this strange Sindarin language, wondering what it meant.
But one thing he was sure of.
When his eyes met the eyes of the terrifying monster that looked like a warg magnified several times, but its eyes were even more evil. The fangs in its mouth were dripping with oozing venom, and its throat spit out an ominous black breath. The hair on my hair stood up.
Dragon reflexively clenched the warhammer in his hand.
The heart beat violently like a drum.
"Load your arrows!"
Arminas, who had experienced the dark ages of the First Era, shouted sharply, his voice actually trembling a little.
"Don't let this terrible monster climb onto our city!"
"put!"
He waved his hand.
Arrows flew out like rain.
But the terrifying monster accelerated rapidly, and its huge body couldn't even bring any hindrance to it.
It was like thunder, running rapidly in the darkness, so fast that even the arrows of the elves could not catch up.
Then it jumped fiercely, easily jumped over a distance of more than 10 meters, and landed lightly on the 10-meter-high city wall.
It opened its bloody mouth and bit the two elves who were caught off guard in two pieces.
With a sweep of his steely tail, the seven or eight elves behind him flew out like rags and fell under the city wall.
The powerful and thick claws of the forelimbs slapped it gently, and several elves were immediately cut into pieces by its sharp claws.
The giant wolf Fenrir looked up to the sky and roared, announcing that the terrifying wolf king had once again reappeared in the world.
The expressions of Cirdan and Azog changed at the same time.
"Borg did not disappoint me, the end of Pointy Ears has come!"
The pale orcs looked towards the south excitedly, and the terrifying ancient words of Mordor spread far and wide in the night.
"The stinky elves can't defend this city. We attack from both sides, and they can't defend it!"
"Blow the horn and deploy all weapons of war!"
As the horn sounded increasingly urgent, the last ten "infantry phalanxes" of the orcs also moved.
Plus various siege engines and trolls.
The defense line to the east of the elves is in danger!
The master of Gray Harbor was also very anxious at the moment. He did not expect that the "hungry beast" in Manwe's mouth, the king of air, wind and rain, and all birds, was actually the demon wolf Fenrir.
In 1330 of the Twin Trees Era, the dark enemy Morgoth created a clan of demon wolves. Its ancestor was the later Zhaoge Luyin, a monster endowed with extremely evil power.
The demon wolf Kahalos is the most terrifying demon wolf after Zhaogeluin.
It was it that in the First Age bit off the hand of the human hero Beren holding the Silmarillion, and swallowed the hand and the Silmarillion into its belly. As a result, the power of the Silmarillion burned through its internal organs.
Beren's wife was later Luthien.
That is, the daughter of Elwy Thingol, King of Doriath, who was killed by the dwarves.
Then Childan was a blood relative of Elwy Thingol.
The demon wolf Fenrir is the bloodline of Kahalos.
Look, the world is so wonderful. It goes round and round, and fate once again finds the people and things in the past.
