When Dragon Byrne came to the east gate again, the elves' situation was already very critical.
"waaaaagh~"
A large number of hideous, dirty and ugly orcs screamed, brandishing scimitars and hammers for melee combat, and rushed up the walls of Gray Harbor.
They stared with hatred at the master of Gray Harbor who was surrounded by the elites headed by Gemir, and kept roaring.
The orcs recognized him and knew that he was a very noble man.
Because the armor worn by the master of Gray Harbor is so exquisite, embellished with diamonds and gems, and decorated with mithril, which is more precious than gold, it is extremely precious. The human kings couldn't help but be envious when they saw it, because they couldn't find treasures like this exquisite armor on the master of Gray Harbor in their treasure troves.
Wearing a ribbon crown forged with mithril on his head, under the starlight, it reflected the clearest light on the Central Continent.
There was a magic weapon on his waist, but the half-orcs couldn't identify which well-known sword it was. They only knew that even if it hadn't been unsheathed, the cold breath was already stinging their skin.
As a result, these dirty, ugly creatures showed greedy and evil eyes, their big mouths full of dirt and yellow teeth screamed some words that no one understood, wielded their swords and guns, and shot at this group of people who were obviously Kill the elves of the big shots.
The loyal guards headed by Gemir showed their sharp blades one after another, and chopped down all the orcs that came in like a tidal wave, preventing their dirty hands from touching the noble Cirdan.
However, due to the simple and violent suppression of Azog the Blasphemer, the defeated Orcs were forced by the Black Orc Wolf Riders from Mordor. They picked up their swords and guns again, screamed and rushed forward incessantly.
There were so many of them that Gemir and the others were inevitably in a hurry.
As the war became more and more intense, a strong and burly rock troll finally found an opportunity.
He was protected by the orcs' arrows and shields. Carrying a very strange and huge triangular battering ram carved from rock on its head, it ran with a rumble and rushed towards the solid oak gate of Gray Harbor.
"Kill him, kill the big guy!"
A familiar voice called.
It's the female chef Fenner.
However, at this moment, the female elf changed out of her chef's robe and put on exquisite armor, and the Galalandes arrow in her hand was perfect.
It turns out that the female chef we are familiar with is actually a ranger general under the master of Gray Port.
She is responsible for commanding the elven archers of Gray Havens.
He has superb martial arts skills and amazing archery skills.
So when the elves put on their battle robes again, she was nowhere to be seen;
That's why the city guard who teased the black-haired dragonborn was so afraid of her.
Only Cirdan would say that with her protection, there is no need to worry about the safety of the black-haired dragonborn.
The immortal elves need something else to occupy their long years, so it is not an unforgivable thing for a ranger general to like cooking.
After all, the Northern Elves have been at peace for more than 2,000 years.
From this point of view, the female chef has been lazy for hundreds of years...
cough.
At this time, the female chef didn't know that Illyvan had died in the battle and the black-haired dragonborn had unlocked new abilities.
The female ranger in military uniform saw a strange troll running towards the city gate with an indomitable momentum, and decisively shot the troll's eye with an arrow.
But even so, the troll still clumsily but firmly jumped to the top. The weird triangular boulder on its head slammed into the solid gate of Gray Harbor with a bang, causing more damage than all before. The damage caused by crashing into a car is higher.
And although this troll staggered and fell to the side, another troll rushed up again.
"Kill them."
Fenner's expression changed. Although the elven city gates are very strong, they cannot withstand the continuous attacks of the trolls.
The arrows from the elves fell like raindrops.
But it was still too late. There was still a troll that successfully hit the elf's city gate.
I heard the originally sturdy city gate begin to creak.
The orcs were excited.
"Gronde, Grond!"
they shouted.
The sounds went from being uneven at the beginning to becoming uniform later on, and a strange name rang out on the battlefield.
The faces of the elves changed greatly.
Because this name represents an unknown history.
really.
Soon, the elves saw a strangely shaped, huge and ferocious instrument slowly walking towards the city gate, pushed and pulled by several trolls.
It was an orc's battering ram.
A terrible creation named after the weapon used by the dark enemy Morgoth to defeat Fingolfin, the former High King of the Noldor.
In terms of shape, it is roughly made of steel and other evil metals to form a huge wolf head shape. Then a blazing fire was lit inside to enhance his lethality. It was so huge that it took four trolls to move it.
"Gronde! Grond!"
As if they had seen some miracle, the orcs shouted loudly, shaking the whole place.
Obviously, Azog the Blasphemer was ready to fight to the death. He paced anxiously back and forth on the observation deck, without noticing that behind him, the dwarves had begun to cross the river.
The sounds of fighting on the battlefield and the almost ink-like darkness successfully concealed the sounds of the dwarves entering the battlefield.
A dark cloud came from nowhere and secretly covered the moon.
It seems that the Valar are also helping the dwarves.
Under the city wall.
The orc archers also desperately poured all their arrows on the heads of the elves near the city gate to cover the weapon named Grond.
At the same time, some orcs who rushed up the city wall rushed towards Fenner and the others without caring about their own safety.
No one knows how many people on both sides died during this period. They only know that when this terrible weapon finally came to the door of Gray Harbor after twists and turns, a corridor paved with blood and corpses stretched from the far side of the battlefield to Gray Harbor. In front of the holy white city wall.
Grond!
Grond!
The excited shouts of the orcs echoed through the sky.
In the distance, Azog also stood suddenly. He stared excitedly in the direction of the city gate, "Wait, wait, okay, hit!"
"Uh-huh~"
An ominous horn sounded immediately.
Boom.
The first time.
The terrible weapon slammed against the elven door. The violent impact even caused an earthquake-like shaking sensation.
The master of Gray Harbor finally took out the sword from his waist. It was a magical weapon that was made of bright silver and looked like a puddle of autumn water.
Cirdan killed five dirty and ugly orcs with one knife, and rushed into the tide of orcs like a whirlwind.
Not even a half-orc's filthy claws can touch a sleeve of the master of Gray Harbor. He fights like catkins in the wind, unpredictable;
And like the stormy Belegail Sea, fierce and violent;
He waved his silver-white sword and walked through the orcs like the wind, cutting off countless dirty and ugly heads, but he himself remained unscathed.
Boom.
The second time.
The elven city gate began to shake.
Inside the city gate.
Hundreds of elves with gloomy faces, holding spears and shields, all formed their formations and aimed towards the city gate.
Further away, the divine horses under the elves' heavy horses headed by Galdo snorted and kicked uneasily.
But the third impact that everyone was either looking forward to or fearing did not come.
Fenner nailed the heads of two dirty orcs with evil eyes and salivating with one arrow. Then he carried Galadlans on his back, turned over like a deer, and jumped down from the high city wall.
The two short swords were magically held in his hands, and they penetrated deeply into the bare head of a troll.
Well.
The troll fell limply. Even to my death, I still didn’t understand why elves fell from the sky.
The brave Fenner stood up quickly, dived, raised her hand, and inserted the short blade of her left hand into the head of a dirty and ugly orc like cutting tofu.
Then he pulled it out without looking, and danced around under the attack of two tall and burly trolls.
I saw her jumping onto a troll's arm with great dexterity, and with the help of its strength, she jumped onto its head, and inserted the sharp short blade into the troll's eyes simultaneously.
Then he rolled and jumped off the troll's head. Before he could get up, Galadlans was already in his hand, and an arrow hit the third troll's eye like a meteor.
Ouch.
The troll dropped the giant stick in his hand at the same time and reflexively covered his injured eyes.
The troll, whose eyes were blinded by the short blade, fell directly to the ground.
This caused chaos among the nearby orcs.
Because this big guy held several orcs under him.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Fenner immediately turned her target to the fourth troll.
The last troll looked blankly at the giant stick in his hand, and then at the female elf, as if he didn't understand why such a small thing could actually defeat three of his kin.
However, soon, it was so impatient that it no longer thought about this "profound" problem. It picked up the giant stick and smashed it down.
Moreover, this troll learned the lessons of its companions. It actually blocked its eyes with its thick and strong left hand.
This way the little elf can't poke my eyes.
It thinks so.
Bang.
Fenner nimbly turned sideways to avoid the stupid troll's attack. The huge iron rod hit the open space next to it, causing the troll's hands to go numb for a while.
With four arrows in a row, Fenner sent the stupid troll whose thick throat was exposed to the west sky because she raised her hand.
Seeing the female elf challenge four and successfully kill three, Azog in the distance was simply driven crazy.
"Kill that she-elf, kill her!"
The angry roars of the blasphemer echoed under the dark night sky, even covering the sounds of fighting on the battlefield.
The orcs who received the order rushed towards Fenner.
They want to chop off the head of the female elf as a gift to Azog the Blasphemer.
Fenna held the divine bow Gala Landes tightly, her face was as sinking as water, her eyes were firm and fearless.
"Are all elves so reckless?"
Before anyone could hear the sound, a tall figure fell from the sky and landed heavily in front of the female elf.
The tall and strong body gives people inexplicable peace of mind.
The person who came was none other than Dragon Byrne who had arrived.
He stared at these snarling, short, despicable guys with anger in his eyes, and with one hammer, he swept away the seven or eight orcs who rushed over first like golf balls.
"You dirty guys, go to hell!"
There were so many orcs that Dragon Byrne didn't need to aim at all. He just roughly pulled back the long-handled war hammer that could almost be used as a horse fighting weapon, and made another powerful sweep.
As a result, another seven or eight orcs wearing iron armor were swept into the air like straw by the dragonborn's terrifying power. Their bones were broken and their tendons were broken, and they died miserably - refer to the opening of "Lord of the Rings 1", Sauron The scene where he appeared and swept across the elves and human coalition forces.
There was no time to rejoice, Fenna immediately cooperated and hid behind the tall and generous body of the Dragonborn, quickly drew the bow and fired arrows, providing fire support.
Forget about the female elf, she could shoot thirty or forty of them to death, but what happened to this scary, tall, big guy who was as annoying as the pale orc?
His hammer.
His hammer is so scary!
Woohoo.
He is a monster, and his hammer is more terrifying than the pale orcs. Oh, there are seven or eight more annoying orcs. The bad-hearted orcs who just bullied Grimas were killed. It’s so scary...
Grimas doesn't want to be killed by his hammer! Grimas is afraid, Grimas wants to run away!
right! Grimas is running away, no one can stop me this time!
He looked at the dragonborn who looked like a god, wearing silver armor and holding a giant hammer. He single-handedly swept all the orcs who besieged him into the sky. His bones were broken and his tendons were broken, and he died tragically. The feet of a short orc with eyes that kept wandering around were weak.
He took advantage of the fact that the fools around him (he called those fellow tribesmen who were still rushing forward regardless of life and death) hadn't noticed yet, and secretly twisted around and fled to the edge of the battlefield.
This place is far away from the city wall, almost near the watchtower where Azog the Blasphemer commanded the orc army.
However, because the situation was completely corrupted, Azog didn't care about this coward who dared to run away from the battle.
He didn't know the Dragonborn, but the terrifying fighting power of the silver giant made him feel scared.
"Kill him, kill that she-elf!"
The pale orc paced angrily, and his incompetent and furious roars continued to sound.
at this time.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Different from the dull and desolate horns of the pale orcs, a more majestic and thicker dwarf horn sounded from the rear of the orc army, which was even more exciting in the night.
Everyone stopped in surprise - except those who were still catching and fighting.
Follow the sound.
"Ocrianum!"
On the city wall, Cirdan walked out of the orc corpses covered in blood, his bright silver sword not stained with blood.
He shouted at the Dragonborn below: "Get this big guy out of the way."
With his huge body and elven heavy armor with MAX defense power, he was like a god. One man blocked the city gate and no one could open it. Dragon Byrne, who was killing all the people, was stunned for a moment before he understood that Chirdan What is meant.
How to do this?
The dragonborn ignored the orcs, who were already dizzy and overwhelmed by the successive emergencies, and turned to look at the behemoth on the side, a huge siege hammer.
"Hey."
Dragon Byrne made a move that surprised everyone present.
I saw him holding the base of the behemoth in front of him with one hand, and swung it hard. I am afraid that the battering ram weighing more than ten tons was actually overturned by him!
Frightened by his power, the surrounding orcs dispersed in droves.
monster!
He is a monster!
Run quickly, the monster is coming!
These small, degenerate creatures who were unaware of the situation screamed, cried in fear, danced, rolled and crawled, and were once again defeated in front of the battle.
However, Azog can't control them this time.
Because, the dwarf army is coming!
"Azog!"
A familiar voice sounded like thunder, it was the cub of the Turin royal family.
Azog turned around in anger and fear.
As a result, he saw the annoying and hateful figure of his old rival, the dwarf prince, rushing out like a white light, dispelling the darkness.
And behind him were countless dwarf knights riding horned sheep and dwarf chariots!
The heavily armed dwarf guards, on the other hand, slowly but firmly marched in neat steps, rumbling towards this side.
I don’t understand why the dwarf suddenly appeared here, but my enemies are extremely jealous when they see him.
Looking at the equally furious dwarf prince, the pale orc seemed to feel a dull pain in his broken left arm again.
There was astonishing resentment in his evil eyes.
"Hold your lines!"
He shouted angrily and asked the wolf rider to block the dwarf's attack first.
At this time, Azog still had nearly 10,000 to 20,000 troops, so he tried to regain his strength and let the five most complete orc phalanx block the approaching dwarf army.
But just then, the elf's horn sounded.
Uh-huh~
Different from the horns of orcs and dwarves, the horn of elves is more like a cry of life, a raging wave, the breeze flowing through the mountains and forests, and the hope before dawn!
In everyone's astonished eyes, the master of Gray Harbor took the lead, leading the sacred and solemn elf heavy cavalry, and rushed out of the holy white Misronde (Grey Harbor) like a whirlwind in the last starlight before dawn.
This was recorded in the elves' hymns and passed down for a long time.
