Dragon Flame.
A special flame that contains magic.
It is brewed in the dragon's belly and then ejected from its mouth, melting iron and sparkling gold with its power.
It is a weapon of disaster, a magic of destruction.
Ever since the first dragon in Middle-earth, Glaurung, was created by the dark enemy Morgoth, the elves of Middle-earth have suffered greatly.
The most famous of them are the 'War of Sudden Fire' in 455 and the 'War of Tears' in 472 of the First Era.
In these two battles, the giant dragon Glaurung used his terrifying magic flame to cause unimaginable huge casualties to the elves, humans, and dwarfs.
Many heroes of elves, humans, and dwarves died at the mouth of the dragon.
It was also from that time that all the good races in Middle-earth firmly remembered the terror of dragon fire.
Now.
The elves followed the oracle of Ulmo, Lord of the Waters and King of the Ocean, and brought back the man from the sky, the 'little guy' who named himself Dragon Born. He actually looked like a giant dragon, spitting dragons from his mouth. flame.
All the elves present were stunned.
The elves all sheathed their swords and reorganized their team. They didn't care about the wolf that was escaping in panic. They took a few steps back to avoid the terrible flames.
I saw that the flame was scorching, not an ordinary fire. It was as thin as an arm at first, but as the Dragonborn breathed out, it quickly turned into a huge flame, and spread powerfully a hundred meters away.
The scene was a spectacle.
Countless ferocious giant wolves that were ferocious and violent before were now unable to even escape and were directly swept away by this terrifying flame. They screamed repeatedly and then turned into puddles of ashes.
"Woooooo~~"
The remaining wolves howled like defeated dogs, clamped their tails, and fled quickly.
But the dragonborn turned his head angrily, and the dragon flames followed him like a shadow. Under the terrifying power, hundreds of wolves were burned to ashes by the dragon's fire!
Bolger was almost scared out of his wits. He never thought that the giant in front of him could be so terrifying.
That's the dragon's roar and dragon flames!
He doesn't have damn pointy ears, the stinky elves don't have abilities like him...
He is a star falling from the sky!
He is the Dragonborn!
The half-orc Bolger beat the giant wolf who was sitting down desperately, not daring to look back, lest the guy who looked like a giant dragon and breathed dragon flames from his mouth would catch up.
The Lord of Darkness is above.
The tall and burly Orc shouted in his heart: How could there be such a terrifying existence in this world!
How should I report this to the cruel blasphemer?
Thinking of the gloomy expression of Azog the Blasphemer before setting off, Bolger, who immediately ran away when he saw something was wrong, thought for a moment and did not dare to go back to the battlefield directly to the east. Instead, he changed direction, took a small road, and went to Dol Gudu in the east. .
He was followed by a few Black Orcs of Mordor who had managed to escape and were riding wargs.
This way.
Looking at the area from the huge Mithrond to the plain of Emimbeled (Taqiu), it was all a blazing sea of fire and a strong smell of burnt meat and meat.
There was a hint of fear and hesitation in the eyes of the elves.
But eventually, the elves regained their composure.
They all saw the Dragonborn holding Eliven with a sad look on his face, and saw him fighting bravely for his companions, regardless of life and death.
I know that the person in front of me has a noble character and is not a despicable villain like the pale orc...
Finally, as the last batch of evil wolves clamped their tails, the defeated dogs howled and escaped from the sight of the black-haired dragonborn, and reason returned to Dragon Byrne.
He blinked his eyes helplessly, then closed his mouth cruelly, and the terrifying flames disappeared immediately.
"Ahem."
The new Charizard...Dragon Byrne coughed a few times in discomfort, and sporadic sparks suddenly came out of his mouth.
He was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth again.
Obviously, like Dragon Roar, he has not yet fully mastered this new ability.
In other words, Dragon Byrne himself was confused about his sudden acquisition of the fire breath that only dragons possess.
He only remembered that as the female elf died in the battle, he fell into deep self-blame and anger.
Then, dizzy with rage, he broke into the pack of wolves alone and started killing them crazily.
The crazy killing made his heart beat faster and faster, and the beat became stronger and stronger. In the end, he felt that his whole body was on fire, and a strong impulse made him want to vent.
Just in time, a tall and burly Orc unexpectedly attacked him and startled him.
Fortunately, the Orc's black arrow was miraculously blocked by the nose guard of the helmet forged by the Elf Master.
After reacting, Dragon Byrne became even more angry.
Angry, he mixed the anger in his heart with the surging power and poured it out all at once!
As a result, what shocked him was that when this surging force mixed with his anger met the outside air, it magically turned into flames.
At that moment, Dragon Byrne himself was confused.
But it has to be said that seeing his enemies turn into ashes under his wrath, Dragon Byrne felt a little relieved in his heart.
No matter what, I have avenged you, Elven.
Here, seeing his embarrassed and even clumsy and cute behavior, the eyes of the elves in the distance became warmer.
A tall, handsome male elf who was obviously the leader of the group of elves came over.
"You are astonishing, Ocleanm."
He said.
It was the Sindar elf who reminded him before.
The elf's gray eyes followed the sight of the black-haired dragonborn and landed on the scorched wolf corpses and pools of ashes of flesh and blood on the ground. His expression showed a hint of pain and a hint of fear: "You remind me of the ancient times. Dragons, evil though they are!”
Withdrawing his gaze, the Sindar elf looked steadily into the eyes of the black-haired dragonborn, a pair of giant dragon eyes.
"But I guess the dragon's wrath is on our side this time, isn't it?"
The black-haired dragonborn blinked his golden vertical pupils and said nothing.
The main battlefield in the east.
As the majestic effect of the dragon's roar passed, the orcs became even more panicked.
Because, they discovered that the wailing cry of the Demon Wolf King had completely disappeared, and no one knew what happened.
But obviously, this is not a good thing.
Because the sky in the south is red. It seemed like something was burning.
But as far as they know, wolves don't set fire...
In addition, the elves' defense seemed so unbreakable.
Every time they attack the city wall with pointed ears, these damn, terrifying pointed ears are always able to tenaciously push the great orc army down again, like a cruel meat grinder beyond everyone's imagination. The battle for the city wall was repeatedly staged on the long defense line.
Gradually, these cruel but cowardly fallen creatures' crazy hearts were finally taken over by fear, and they collapsed. As another batch of orc corpses were dropped by the elves from the walls of the Holy White City of Gray Harbor, The orcs under the city suddenly dropped their weapons, turned around and ran away.
These guys roared meaninglessly, screamed in fear, and looked terrified.
They wanted to escape from this hellish bloody battlefield, and no longer wanted to fight the pointy ears that seemed to be endless.
For this reason, they did not hesitate to directly collide with the intact orc phalanx.
Azog was furious.
These half-orcs who were defeated on the verge of defeat threw the last 10 phalanxes of half-orcs into chaos.
"Don't retreat! You damn cowards, go back to your positions! The smelly elves can't hold on anymore, you idiots..."
But no matter how angry he blew the trumpet, the crumbling orcs in front seemed not to hear him and just wanted to escape.
They even affected the last 10 orc phalanxes whose lineups remained intact.
The remaining orcs looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing whether to continue moving forward or follow them and escape directly.
Azog saw it and made a quick decision.
He shouted angrily at the more than 1,000 wolf cavalry who had been staying with him. "Wolf Rider, kill all the cowards who dare to retreat!"
These burly black orcs riding tall wargs immediately mobilized their mounts and inserted themselves into the orc phalanx from both sides of the battlefield, where the lineup was still intact.
They waved strange weapons such as maces and long whips in their hands, smashing the heads of the orcs who dared to escape one by one. At the same time, they shouted in the black language of Mordor: "Stay in formation, keep in formation! Anyone who dares to waver You guys will be devoured by the boundless fury of your master! Raise your spears, I said, raise your spears and kill all the guys who dare to rush into your formation, this is the order of the blasphemer!"
The shaken orcs finally calmed down, and they raised their long black iron spears to keep out of their lines all the timid fellows who dared to collide with them!
"Back off!"
They charged at the defeated orcs with ferocious faces and screamed: "The blasphemers let you continue (the siege)!"
But these remnant soldiers whose courage had been frightened kept pushing the lines of these fellows with their empty hands and their eyes were frightened. It seemed that they were much gentler than the arrows of the elves on the city wall.
"Run, you idiots, the smelly elf is here to kill you!"
"Ah, I got an arrow in my butt, stinky elf, the stinky elf's arrow hit my butt..."
"What a terrible sound. Grimas's ears were shaken by this terrible sound. The stinky elf has a terrible loud monster. He will eat Grimas's ears and eat Greli." Mas's eyes, eat Grimas's heart, no, Grimas don't face such a terrible enemy, Grimas wants to run away, yes, he wants to run away... Hey, you stupid guys, why don't you hurry up? Make way for Mr. Grimas, you are blocking Mr. Grimes..."
But unfortunately, compared with the Black Orcs and Wolf Riders, who represent the ferocious and terrifying blasphemers, these defeated orcs who were mostly unarmed (in order to escape, these guys even lost their weapons) were as soft as a piece of steel. Toasted white bread, therefore, the half-orcs, whose lineup was relatively intact, gritted their teeth, and under the supervision of the cold black orc wolf rider, leveled their long iron spears and thrust forward hard!
A large number of defeated orcs were suddenly skewered on iron spears by the orc reserve team whose lineup was still intact!
"Back off!"
they shouted, and the phalanx began to advance.
"Go back and attack the city, you idiots!"
The defeated orcs did not expect that these cold-blooded orcs would be so ruthless and directly killed their own people. Uncle Grimmas and other defeated orcs immediately retreated in fear, looking like He looked aggrieved, weak and pitiful.
On the city wall, Gemir and some other remaining elves were holding their swords and watching the absurd internal strife of the orcs below in silence.
"this is a good chance!"
Gemire said to Cirdan who finally came to the east battlefield: "As long as we rush out at this moment, the orcs will definitely be defeated. They are like this, aggressive and timid, and forget their loyalty when they see benefit. This is their fault." You can’t change your nature.”
However, the master of Gray Harbor has been carefully observing the lineup of orcs, and then looking at the mountains to the north, he shook his head: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."
Under the holy white city wall, a group of elite cavalry with neat military appearance and expressionless faces were waiting motionless.
Blue Mountain.
Some secret pass.
Thorin Oakenshield raised his head keenly.
He said nervously: "What is this sound? I seem to hear the roar of a giant dragon, but this is impossible. How can there be a dragon in the north?"
On the side, Dwalin, who was almost completely covered in an iron can, said angrily: "As far as I know, Smaug is the last known fire dragon. There should be no other evil dragons..."
"but!"
Fili, the second-in-line heir to the Turin royal family, also came. He wore a heavy armor with the royal logo and carried a tomahawk. He was riding on a short and stocky ram, looking around curiously and interjecting. Said: "Recently, the ravens in the Blue Mountains are talking about the northern dragon, tall humans, and the like, saying that a giant dragon appeared on the banks of the Shuen River, but I think this is impossible!"
His words attracted the attention of both the dwarf prince and Gandalf.
"What do you think, Gandalf? Have you ever seen a dragon?"
Unlike the astonished dwarf prince, the gray-robed wizard riding a big brown horse, holding a staff and a pipe, coughed slightly unnaturally, and white smoke suddenly came out of his mouth, nose and ears. Come out, it's so funny.
At this moment, they were walking on the pass closest to the mouth of the Shuen River from the Blue Mountains, with an endless army of dwarves behind them.
"Smaug is not the last dragon, not that I know of."
The gray-robed wizard looked anxiously at the continuous army of dwarves, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the eyes of Thorin, Fili and others.
He said.
"There are still many dragons north of the Gray Mountains, and Smaug is just the biggest among them..."
"Of course, I mean a lot, I mean a number no more than 10..."
The dwarf was indeed attracted by his 'explosive inside story'. Everyone, including Thorin, looked at him in surprise, forgetting even the loud noise that was suspected to be a dragon's roar.
"There are really so many giant dragons in this world? I thought giant dragons were just legends..."
Feili, who was born in the Blue Mountains, said enthusiastically. When he was young, he was very curious about dragons, adventures and so on.
Thorin immediately gave him a stern look and said: "The dragons are not legends, they are living villains who have devoured our homeland and compatriots! They are murderers! They are gold-loving demons! They are the public enemies of all dwarves! You shouldn’t take it lightly, it’s not funny!”
Fili was obviously very afraid of his uncle. He shrank his neck and stopped talking.
However, soon, he raised his head again.
he asked Gandalf.
"Wizard, are there five of you in total..."
Now, it was Gandalf's turn to have a headache.
Fortunately, soon, the dwarves finally walked out of this pass, and in the distance was the fierce and bloody battlefield of Gray Harbor.
"Thorin!"
Gandalf immediately abandoned the lively young dwarf and drove his horse to the dwarf prince who had been worried since he sent out the army. He said: "Let the dwarves cross the river quickly. The elves have attracted most of the orcs' troops. , as long as the dwarves attack their weak front from the rear, they will surely sweep the battlefield and win this battle!"
The dwarf prince stood on a chariot pulled by eight stocky horned sheep, looking at the tragic battlefield at the mouth of the Shuen River in the distance, with a gloomy expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Without the cover of the towering blue mountains, Thorin could obviously see the fiery red night sky on the other side and the eerie darkness behind the orc army.
This made him hesitate for a moment.
The gray-robed wizard Zuo Gu said that his tricks did not escape his eyes. Obviously, the wizard must have concealed something about the frightening roar before. This made the dwarf prince, who had always been doubtful about this rescue, even more worried. Add to the haze.
"Thorin!"
Gandalf was very anxious and didn't understand what the dwarves were up to.
"Calm down, wizard!"
Thorin Oakenshield gave him a cold look. Dressed in dwarf heavy armor and holding a war hammer, he had the majesty of a king.
"The dwarves promised to send troops to rescue these unpleasant elves, so they won't make mistakes!"
He said.
"But as for when to join the battle, I have the final say! Now, be quiet! Wizard, this is the authority of the king, you have no right to interfere!"
He was so stubborn that Gandalf almost died of anger.
He drove his horse back and forth anxiously, his eyes constantly looking at the battle situation in the distance.
There, Azog finally regained his morale, and the last and most brutal wave of the Orcs' invasion began.
"alright!"
Seeing that the orcs had even used their last reserve team, Thorin Oakenshield couldn't help but get excited, and he put aside the hesitation in his heart. This brave dwarf prince pointed his sword at the mouth of the Shune River and said loudly: "Cross the river! Dwarves, it's time for the decisive battle!"
