Since 3430 of the Second Era, when humans and elves formed the final alliance, and in 3434, after they defeated Sauron's dark army in Dagorad, which is now the War Plains, everyone thought that the demon wolf clan had already All died.
The Istars (wizards) headed by Gandalf even explored the Gorgoroth Plain in the south, traveled to the Rhovanion Wilderness in the middle, and the Frod region in the far north, but none of them I have never seen the demon wolf again.
Unexpectedly, today the northern elves once again witnessed the terrifying form of the Demonic Wolf King in horror.
It's not like the elves didn't rise up to resist.
But the terrifying form of the giant wolf Fenrir is too powerful. Although the elf's sword can cause some damage to the demon wolf king, it is not fatal.
But it just rushed up, and the huge form crashed into it like a hill. The elves were unable to fight against it.
"Today will be my return to the palace of Mandos."
Seeing the terrifying Wolf King Fenrir crazily devouring and killing the elves on the city wall, Arminas suddenly felt his fate so clearly as never before.
He saw his old relatives and friends singing songs in a warm and gorgeous palace, smiling and opening their hands to welcome his arrival.
Arminas knew that it was the palace of Namo (i.e. Mandos), the Lord of Souls. After the physical death of all elves, their souls will go to the palace of Mandos, where they will reunite and sing, carefree, until the final day arrives.
So he pulled out his sword, and his eyes reflected an extremely clear and holy light.
That was the light of the sacred, dazzling, and extremely glorious gold and silver trees in the Western Holy Land more than 10,000 years ago.
Ever since the dark enemy Morgoth pushed the two sacred trees, no one in the world has witnessed such beautiful and sacred light.
According to rumors, only a few of them yearn for the time long ago when the elves bathed carefree in the sacred light of the twin holy trees, one of the most beautiful creations created by the Valar. This beauty still remains in the eyes of the elves. .
But over the past several epochs, there have been few such examples, or even none.
Now, I have traveled west to Aman with Finwë, the first High King of the Noldor, and witnessed with my own eyes the sacred and beautiful light of the Twin Sacred Trees that cannot be described in more words;
He also followed the second Noldor High King, Fëanor, who made the Silmarillion. The Noldor Elf Arminas, who returned to the Middle Kingdom, saw in the eyes of the two sacred trees the sacred, beautiful and radiant infinity. Glory.
The elves were very surprised and looked at him in disbelief. In the eyes of the elves, Arminas was as dazzling as a star at this moment.
"Monster, this is not a place for you to show off your power. Go away, you are not welcome here! Blood descendants of Zhaogeluin! The northern elves have never and will never succumb to evil!"
The giant wolf Fenrir was so frightened by the brilliance in Arminas's eyes that he backed away. Because the holy light of the Twin Holy Trees is one of the things that all dark creatures fear most!
It never expected that in this increasingly corrupt world, there would be such a beautiful and sacred light in the eyes of elves.
The demon wolf king growled lowly, and extremely angry flames appeared in his evil cold eyes.
It speaks human words.
"Ah, what a dazzling light. Damn elf, you hurt my eyes. No, how is this possible? How can the elves now have such power as you... Ah, the annoying light, it is annoying. The light! Elf, you have completely angered me. I will completely extinguish this annoying and disgusting light, throw your corpse into the deep sea and sink into the lava! Ah, Elf, damn Elf , you shouldn’t have provoked Fenrir, the demon wolf king, are you ready to die!”
As he spoke, the giant wolf Fenrir leaned down and growled, revealing its extremely sharp fangs.
Arminas was not intimidated by him.
This brave Noldor elf raised his sword high, stood in front of it on his own initiative, and said loudly: "Your threats and threats cannot scare me! Evil Wolf King, I am ready to die. We will surely defend our homeland! Come on, demon wolf Fenrir! Today, I will fight you to the death. When my sharp blade pierces your throat, the praising eyes of the Valar will look at me. And when my body Pierced by your fangs, I will return to the palace of Mandos calmly."
As he spoke, Arminas strode forward and quickly stabbed Fenrir's throat with the sword in his hand.
The giant wolf Fenrir was so frightened that he roared and wanted to retreat.
But the half-orc Bolger below the city blew the bone flute in his hand menacingly.
Fenrir screamed in pain, and a very terrifying bloody light appeared in his eyes.
It cannot resist the power of the master behind the bone flute.
That is the yoke imposed by the master on all his servants.
Fenrir was furious that the despicable, insignificant orc of Gundaba dared to use the power of the great Darker than Dark Master to frame it.
In the painful struggle, the giant wolf Fenrir did not retreat but advanced, opened his terrifying bloody mouth, and bit Arminas' arm.
Arminas did not expect the Wolf King to be so decisive. He screamed in pain, and the arm holding the sword was bitten off at the shoulder by the giant wolf Fenrir.
But Fenrir didn't fare well, because before Arminas' arm was bitten off, the sword in his hand stabbed the smelly upper jaw of the giant wolf Fenrir hard.
The result was that Arminas and Fenrir collapsed in pain at the same time.
Because Fenrir's teeth are not only sharp, but also highly poisonous.
Soon Arminas passed out completely.
As for Fenrir.
The sword of Arminas contains the sacred power of the twin sacred trees. When the sharp sword pierced the giant wolf's upper jaw, the sword suddenly ignited a bright white flame. This flame not only fiercely swept through Fenrir's body, but also burned its soul.
Fenrir wailed in pain, rolling over the spacious city wall, and finally fell outside the city wall.
The elves and Bolger outside the city were stunned.
I can't believe that such a powerful existence ended like this.
The insidious orc struggled for a while, but finally he looked stern and blew the bone flute in his hand again.
The wolves roared and swarmed towards Misrond (Grey Harbor) again.
At this time, the giant wolf Fenrir was not completely dead.
Although Arminas' sword severely injured it, the dark power contained in it should not be underestimated.
It kept wailing, and the ominous black mist kept emerging from the terrifying form, constantly fighting and canceling out the silver flames on its body.
This process is very painful.
That night, the screams of the demon wolf king Fenrir shook the world and became a frightening topic among many races in the north.
The main battlefield.
When the half-orcs heard these screams from the Demonic Wolf King, they suddenly felt something bad.
Azog paced back and forth restlessly, not sure what was going on.
The Monster Wolf King is almost one of his most powerful trump cards in this invasion.
I originally thought that with the help of Fenrir, the Demonic Wolf King, the elves' rear defense line would be shattered like paper. However, with the screams of the Demonic Wolf King, everyone knew that what was happening on the southern battlefield was... Something detrimental to the orcs.
Thinking that the master's plan might be at risk of failure, the sinister and cunning pale orc's ugly face was filled with uncertainty.
He looked towards the dark and deep place behind the army.
There, some monsters from the far north kept whispering, and the rustling whispers fell into Azog's ears like a demon with the breeze blowing from the north.
at the same time.
Ellie's expression changed, and she was shocked that even with such injuries, she could not kill the Demonic Wolf King.
So she made a decision that was considered extremely heroic by all who knew the story in later generations.
Iliwen turned over and jumped down from the ten-meter-high city wall, quickly rushing towards the Demonic Wolf King who fell to the ground.
Fenrir, in pain, noticed Iriewen's attack.
It turned its head angrily and slapped it hard with its huge wolf palm.
Illyvan calmly pressed it with one hand, and with the help of the giant wolf Fenrir's own strength, she made an incredible move. She rolled with MAX dexterity and jumped onto its giant palm.
Then he kicked off his feet, jumped into the air, and pierced the demon wolf king's cold, huge eyes with an extremely evil light!
A huge sound of pain suddenly erupted from the mouth of the Demon Wolf King.
The female elf's sword sank into the hilt of the demon wolf king's eyeball, reaching deep into the giant wolf's head.
The giant wolf Fenrir painfully used its other front paw to slap the female elf in the air away.
Then he lay motionless on the ground.
"Eliwen."
All this happened so suddenly and lightning. Before Dragon Byrne could react, the giant wolf had been injured by the brave Arminas and fell from the city wall in pain.
Then the female elf bravely sprinkled a handful of salt on its wounds, and successfully blinded one of the eyes of the terrifying giant wolf that inherited the bloodline of the ancestor of the ancient demon wolf.
And it looked like the injury was very serious.
Seeing the female elf being swept away by the palm of the monster's dying struggle, and not knowing whether it was life or death, Dragon Byrne ignored the wolf tide that was about to come up again, followed the example of the female elf, and jumped from the 10-high city wall. He jumped down and came to the side of the female elf who fell to the ground.
He froze.
In a large area from the female elf's chest to her abdominal cavity, several claw marks with deep bones cut open the elf's exquisite armor, revealing hideous wounds, and a large amount of blood continued to flow out.
At a loss, he dropped the silver-white war hammer carefully forged by the elf master. The black-haired dragonborn knelt down, lifted up the fallen female elf, and gently leaned her light head on his lap.
The female elf opened her eyes and showed a beautiful smile.
"Mel Stowers, I'm sorry that I can no longer hear you sing, but the last person I saw before heading to the palace of Mandos was you, which is still a perfect ending."
"Goodbye, Mel Stowers, may your road ahead be free of sorrow."
After saying that, Varda's starlight gradually faded in her eyes, and Elivin's once dazzling and beautiful eyes closed completely.
Dragon Byrne was at a loss. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
A painful feeling swept through him.
Under the dim starlight, a majestic and tall giant knelt under the holy white city wall, holding a tall female elf with long flowing black hair in his arms, refusing to raise his head for a long time.
Not far away, a giant wolf that looked like a small bag of dirt was covered in silver-white flames and remained motionless.
"Ocrianum!"
An elf shouted anxiously.
In the distance, countless ferocious wolves with glowing green eyes and salivating mouths approached Gray Harbor again.
Finally, the kneeling giant moved.
He gently laid the female elf down, glanced at her one last time, picked up the war hammer on the ground, and stood up.
"Roar!"
Loud, majestic, and terrifyingly angry dragon roars erupted from the mouth of the angry dragonborn, and terrifying magic swept across the two battlefields in the east and south indiscriminately.
The northern elves and orcs present were all shocked by this terrifying power.
For a moment, both sides of the battlefield, which were originally fighting each other, with swords and blood flying everywhere, fell into a strange state of stillness at the same time.
Azog looked to the south in shock and anger.
His hands and feet were shaking involuntarily.
The trembling in his soul made him have the urge to escape immediately.
Cirdan turned his head with a heavy expression and looked in the direction of the Dragonborn.
Under the starlight, the silver-white giant, holding his war hammer, rushed towards the frightened and overwhelmed gray wolves alone.
Bang.
With the sound of wind and thunder, the warhammer hit the head of a huge evil wolf with green face and fangs.
As a result, the pointed head of the evil wolf was smashed open like a watermelon.
Don't look at the red, white, blue, and purple brains, Dragon Byrne's dragon-like golden vertical pupils are filled with extremely angry flames.
The sad and beautiful look of the female elf at the end kept replaying in his mind, which made the black-haired dragonborn, who had experienced the cruel side of war for the first time, unable to accept it for a while.
He didn't know what to do.
Furious, he rushed into the chaotic pack of wolves like a whirlwind, waving his war hammer indiscriminately, catching and killing the wolves that were subdued by the dragonborn's astonishing dragon roar.
What I was thinking about was the scene of the two sitting on the embankment on the eve of the war, silently blowing the sea breeze and looking at the stars.
"Ah~"
The Dragonborn yelled furiously, the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, and the breath he exhaled was so hot that it could burn human skin.
No one knew where his fiery fighting spirit came from. He was like a berserker, waving his huge war hammer crazily, smashing all the ugly wolves with green faces and fangs into a pulp. .
The filthy plasma was mixed with large and small pieces of flesh, splattering all over the Dragonborn.
That night, the image of the angry dragonborn fighting the wolves alone remained in the hearts of many elves, and was passed down along with the elves' songs and fourteen-line poem.
People were deeply shocked by the dragonborn's bravery, and at the same time saddened by the sacrifices of Iliwen and Arminas.
at this time.
shuttle.
A long black arrow hit Dragon Byrne in the face!
The Dragonborn, who was wildly waving his huge war hammer and killing the wolves, paused for a moment.
In the distance, the cunning and insidious Orc sneered, and the black bowstring in his hand trembled slightly.
Bolger woke up from his inner trembling faster than the wolves. He was also startled by the Dragonborn's roar at first, but when he saw this figure, who was almost as tall and majestic as the Blasphemer, with pointed ears (a half-orc Thinking that the Dragonborn was an elf) actually rushed into the pack of wolves alone, and sneered again.
He insidiously displayed the orc longbow on his back, trembling slightly, and aimed at the tall dragonborn who was killing the wolf pack.
Sure enough, the Dragonborn, who was carried away by anger, did not notice his little move.
Bolger let go of his hand, and the black arrow from Mordor accurately hit Dragon Byrne's face.
The elves were shocked by the dragonborn's magical roar and then reacted.
They jumped out from the city wall one after another. A small number stayed near the city gate to collect the remains of the female elves who died in the battle. Most of the elves drew their swords and held hatred for the enemy and comrades. With high respect, we launched a charge!
Looking down from a high altitude, a small group of golden people collided with the gray ones that were much larger than them, and a large storm of flesh and blood was lifted up.
The elves quickly inserted themselves into the formation of the wolf tide, and forcefully beat the numerous wolves back.
Finally, these evil wolves, possessed by the trembling deep in their souls, became frightened, and regardless of the urging of the bone flute spoken by the half-orcs, they howled, tucked their tails, and fled.
At this time, something unexpected happened.
Dragon Byrne, who originally thought he had been 'killed' by the insidious half-orc Bolger, suddenly lifted the heavy helmet on his head, revealing his still somewhat childish face.
Bolger's shot was 'too accurate'. The black arrow from Mordor accurately hit the vertical line on the Y-shaped mask of the Elf's heavy helmet.
"Ang~"
The angry dragonborn opened his mouth, and a terrifying hot breath turned into dragon flames and swept across the entire battlefield!
