Go back in time a little.
Although the dwarf prince is determined to fight the pale orcs to the death, the dwarves still have a very important problem to solve.
"Gandalf."
Thorin summoned the gray robe wizard who had been whispering in his ears.
Pointing to the Shuen River in front of him, he said: "If we want to attack the orcs, this big river is a problem we must solve. The dwarves brought tools, but if they want to quickly build a bridge for the army to pass, it will take a while. Only time will do. But this will definitely alarm the beast Azog the Blasphemer. However, the fighter plane is fleeting, and we don’t have much time to waste on this river. Wizards, I heard that you have all kinds of incredible magic, So I would like to ask the wise king’s advisor, do you have any way to solve this problem?”
I have been assigned a difficult task.
Gandalf frowned.
He knew that this was the dwarf prince's distrust and test of him.
But when the wizard looked at the increasingly fierce battle situation in Gray Harbor from a distance.
After all, he couldn't help but sigh.
Gandalf got off his horse.
Holding the staff.
I walked to the great river that flows from Eredroin (Blue Mountain) through the Dusk Hills, and then flows from the Shuen Bend into the Belegal Sea, the western ocean. I squatted down and put my hands in the cool water.
He closed his eyes.
He was muttering something silently in a very ancient and sacred language.
Fili looked at the wizard curiously to see what tricks he could use to solve this problem.
Dwalin, a stubborn dwarf who had no good impression of wizards, couldn't help but peek over curiously.
Then, they all saw an unforgettable sight.
I saw that the wizard's figure seemed to instantly become taller than the highest peak in the Blue Mountains. It contained a very sacred brilliance. A bright starlight fell on him, making him look extremely sacred.
"The beard of Turin!"
Fili exclaimed with a look of disbelief on his face, thinking he had seen a miracle.
Thorin's expression changed greatly, because he felt that the wizard's appearance would definitely alarm the orcs on the other side of the river.
Fortunately, the war between the elves and the orcs was reaching a fever pitch, and almost all the orcs were shouting feverishly.
Grond!
Grond!
The sound shook the world.
No one noticed that a miracle was happening behind them.
At the same time, at Gandalf's call, a great will responded to him.
At that moment, the dwarves seemed to hear the river singing and the ocean surging.
That is the Lord of Waters, the King of the Oceans.
The dwarves had only heard of his name in legends and songs, and knew of his greatness.
But because dwarves do not respect rivers and oceans, and even hate them, the glory and love of the Lord of Waters has never appeared among the dwarves.
Now Ulmo's will seemed to speak to Gandalf, in a language incomprehensible to mortals.
In other words, language is just a manifestation of their abilities.
Gandalf quickly explained something to the will and pointed to the battlefield in the distance.
Then the dwarves saw that the Shuen River in front of them began to freeze, and it quickly spread to the other bank.
Thorin's mouth opened wide, too shocked to speak.
As for Fili, let alone that. He pointed at the wizard tremblingly and looked at the incredible miracle, almost shouting with excitement.
"wizard!"
Thorin looked at the wizard whose figure returned to normal with a complicated expression, his eyes filled with awe.
The dwarves who saw this scene also started whispering.
"My beard! What a trick."
"Torino is on top! Give me a quick punch! There seems to be something wrong with my eyes. I actually saw a river freeze suddenly."
"quiet!"
A dwarf with a simple face, black hair and gray eyes said sharply.
His name is Bifur, a cousin of Bombur and Bofur, and a dwarf from Khazad-dûm. They are exactly the same as Balin, Dwalin, Fili, Kili, Groin, Oin, Dori, Norri, and Orri. The protagonists of the Lonely Mountain mission in the future, they went on a great adventure! Recaptured the hometown of the dwarves, Irube.
But that’s a story for another day.
At this moment, Bifur was not the old dwarf with an ax stuck in his head and whose mind was in and out of consciousness. He was the commander of the Turin royal family's horned sheep guards, shouldering the important task of commanding 500 horned sheep cavalry.
After hearing what the chief said, these bearded guys mumbled and shut their mouths.
However, none of them saw that when they all shut up, a hint of disbelief flashed in their commander's eyes.
Bifur opened his eyes wide and looked at the tall human, having a clear understanding of the wizard's power for the first time.
The ice was so thick that it froze almost the entire Shuen River bed, and it was so wide that eighteen horned sheep could run on it at the same time.
Gandalf bowed reverently to that will, addressing him in the sacred tongue.
Compliment him.
Until he leaves with satisfaction.
"alright."
The gray-robed wizard returned to his normal appearance, and said with a slightly tired expression: "My King, your request has been met. Can you cross the river now?"
Thorin heard the sarcasm in his words, which made him a little embarrassed, but it was not easy to get the stubborn dwarf to bow his head.
Soon, Thorin thought of another thing that could help him get out of this embarrassing situation.
He pointed at the darkness behind the blasphemer Azog's army and said: "I have to say that you did a very good job regarding the bridge. Now, there is another problem! That is, between us and Azog, There seems to be a very evil force between the grids. Whenever I set my sights on this place, I will sincerely feel an uncontrollable fear. Please tell me, Mr. Consultant, what is that?"
When saying this. Thorin's tone has become very sincere. Obviously, the dwarf prince had begun to take the wizard in front of him seriously, and he was really afraid of that 'thing' that was darker than darkness and could not even shine through.
However, Gandalf was much more confident about this than Thorin.
He said.
"Don't worry, that won't cause trouble to us. Because they are not the same as the masters of the orcs. In other words, since the existence of this species, they have no alliance with any party. They are only for themselves. This It was decided from the beginning of their bloodline! Therefore, as long as you cross the Shuen River, they will choose to escape as soon as possible, I can guarantee this."
"So, what is that?" the dwarf prince asked persistently.
Seeing him chattering like an indecisive woman, Gandalf became unhappy.
"Thorin Oakenshield! Son of Thrain. Where has your previous courage gone? Didn't you ask me to create a bridge for you? Didn't you shout that the time for the decisive battle has come? Who is hesitating now? Why are you asking like a coward?"
The wizard's move really angered the dwarf prince.
Thorin no longer hesitated and took the lead in driving the chariot onto the ice bridge and arrived on the other side of the river.
After him, a full 3,000 dwarves passed through this ice bridge created out of thin air by the Lord of Waters who performed miracles.
Looking at the fierce battlefield one mile away from the crossing point, the dwarf prince also shouted very simply when the matter was over.
“Line up, line up.
The horned sheep is ahead!
The chariot is behind!
Nori, Ori, and Gloin, you are responsible for leading the heavy infantry.
Fili, Bifur, you command the Horned Sheep Knights.
Dwalin, follow me and attack their formation without giving them time to assemble! "
It seemed that the heavens were helping the dwarves. When the dwarves were adjusting their formation, a dark cloud floated in the sky, covering the moon, the stars dimmed, and the earth was almost dark.
This is the darkest hour before dawn.
It is also the eve of hope.
This made Thorin couldn't help shouting: "Turin's beard, look, God is taking pity on us! Take pity on us dwarves who are determined to take revenge! The darkness has given us the best cover. Taking advantage of the blasphemer Azog, That disgusting beast hasn't noticed yet, act quickly, revenge is at hand!"
Only the gray-robed wizard knew that none of this was accidental. Vera's eyes were fixed on this war and the dragonborn who was about to rise.
His eyes passed through the darkness and fell on the tall figure who was killing people in front of the city gate.
Finally, the queue of dwarves was adjusted.
As the pioneers, Fili and Bifur excitedly raised their spears, while the horned sheep raised their hooves uneasily.
Behind them were fifty two dwarf chariots!
The sharp blade of the wheel makes even the bravest dwarves tremble when they see it!
In addition, the heavy infantry led by Dori, Orui, and Gloin among the Turin dwarves ranked last.
That was a total of 3,000 dwarf guards, and the orc army that had been fighting for a long time in front of the car was nothing to mention!
"anyway!"
The gray-robed wizard drew his sword, and his wise eyes showed a trace of satisfaction: "My work has been completed!"
He thought so.
"Now, descendants of Turin, sound the horn and let us charge. Victory is ahead!"
As if smelling the breath of iron and blood, Thorin Oakenshield became excited. His hateful eyes kept staring at the figure of the pale orc, mocking him for not knowing that he was about to die.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh~"
With the blowing of the dwarf horn.
500 dwarf-specific horned sheep cavalry immediately ran out like joy, and the dwarf knights above shouted excitedly.
The second batch of dwarf chariots headed by Thorin rushed out!
The hoplites followed closely behind.
As a result, the darkness that had always made Thorin uneasy sensed the arrival of death for the first time, and they whispered and hissed uneasily.
Then, in the surprised eyes of Thorin and the others, these monsters with many legs, a pair of disgusting jaw horns, and huge abdominal bags disgustingly dragged behind them hissed, cowered, and dropped Azog the Blasphemer and his army ran toward Dusk Hills without looking back.
It turns out that these monsters hiding in the darkness are actually a group of giant spiders!
The beard of Turin!
Thorin looked with horror at these terrifying monsters that inherited the blood of the first spider in the world during the Double Tree Era, that is, the bloodline of Ugoliant who together with the dark enemy Morgoth overthrew the Twin Holy Trees, without looking back. After escaping, I couldn't help but feel deeply grateful, grateful that I didn't have to fight such a monster.
"Azog!"
The dwarf prince, who had a smooth road ahead, became even more excited. He vigorously whipped the horned sheep pulling the cart and headed straight for his enemy!
At this time, the orcs discovered that an army large enough to destroy them had appeared behind them.
The pale orc yelled and cursed loudly and angrily.
He sent the wolf cavalry from Mordor to meet the dwarves' vanguard, while he mounted a giant wolf and drove more orcs to reorganize the battle line.
However, at this moment, the elves' horn for counterattack also sounded.
800 elves on horseback, led by Cirdan, the master of Gray Harbor, stepped on the last starlight before dawn, like the last stroke of an epic painting, so beautiful that it was so beautiful that it made people feel shocked. The white gray port rushed out!
Behind them is the glorious banner of the northern elves that spans thousands of years.
Boom.
The dwarves and elves crashed into the orcs almost at the same time.
A large number of gray short orcs were rolled up like waves, and were violently thrown into the sky before falling heavily.
The elven cavalry, led by Cirdan, cut straight into the depths of the orcs' thick formation like hot knives cutting through butter.
Hanging on the long gun blade were at least three or four ugly orcs with frightened expressions on their faces.
The elves released their lances, drew their swords, and continued to kill.
When these cowardly guys saw it, they threw their weapons and shields to the ground in fear, turned around and ran away.
This directly led to the collapse of the Orc camp.
No matter how much Azog cursed and beat them, these short fellows who had been scared out of their courage refused to turn around and fight again. At this moment, they only thought about escaping from the terrifying blade of the elf heavy cavalry, and did not care about him as the commander-in-chief. La.
On the other side, the gray-robed wizard rode a big horse, held his staff high, and ran ahead of all the dwarves.
Suddenly, the gem on the top of his staff emitted a dazzling white light. This light contained hope and encouragement. The orcs were frightened and their hands and feet became weak when they saw it. The elves and dwarves were filled with enthusiasm and were greatly encouraged.
With a bang, Fili and Bifur's horned sheep cavalry crashed into the tall and fast orc wolf cavalry, and knocked off the giant wolf of a strong half-orc who was much taller than them.
Then the dwarf chariots that followed made them suffer again.
I saw the dwarves firing repeating crossbows made of gold and fine iron, shooting down these strong and tall black orcs one by one. They were crushed into pulp and minced by the rolling wheels of the chariots.
In addition, if they successfully evade the first two waves of attacks, the dwarves' thick and neat lineup of guards will let them see how heavy infantry beat light cavalry.
"Huhahuha!"
Countless dwarves holding long spears of over two to three meters, under the command of the three dwarf generals Dori, Orui, and Gloin, leveled their spears and stabbed hard. Countless black orcs were immediately killed. The dwarf guards like Lin successfully stabbed their mounts.
"No, you idiots! Hold your ground! Don't run away!"
"Leave your spears straight, lay your spears straight! Knock those damn dwarves down and don't let them run away!"
However, no matter how angry Azog the Blasphemer shouted, the orcs under Gray Harbor City turned around and ran away in panic, completely ignoring him, the orc commander.
Among them, the cunning and timid Grimmas was the first to notice something was wrong.
When he saw the dwarf army appearing mysteriously behind the orc, the timid and cunning orc immediately ran away sneakily and tiptoeing like a frightened rat without looking back.
In the end, Azog himself became desperate.
With this tacit understanding, the dwarves and elves launched a charge against his army at the same time. The front and rear attacks from both sides shook the orc phalanx that was still intact.
They didn't know whether to face the impact of dwarf cavalry and chariots first, or turn around to face the relatively smallest number of elven heavy cavalry.
In the end, Azog could only watch helplessly as his army was smashed into by elves and dwarves at the same time like headless flies, cut into smaller phalanxes, and eaten.
At this point, the darkest hour before dawn has passed.
On the horizon, the light of Eärendil, the great star of hope, shines brightly, suppressing the seven stars of Vlachika, which represent blood and fire.
It seemed obvious that the alliance of elves and dwarves had successfully won this battle.
And in the deepest part of the darkness, Yareen's light loomed.
Dragon Byrne smashed the last ugly and short half-orc scumbag with a hammer, and looked up at the battlefield that had been pushed into the distance by the elven cavalry.
On the banks of the Shuen River where the stars were dim and the morning light was barely visible, countless short, ugly, dirty orcs with frightened faces and nervous expressions, who collapsed when frightened, were running around screaming like headless flies.
The number of elves and dwarves is obviously much less than them.
Even before the elves and dwarves could kill them, they themselves fell into disarray and collapsed.
Seeing that the orc army was about to fail, Azog the Blasphemer stared bitterly at the master of Gray Harbor and the dwarf prince who had shattered his plan. After thinking about it, he took out a black horn.
It was studded with silver and precious stones.
"Du~"
A very thick, weird horn sound sounded like a drum.
Everyone's hearts jumped almost at the same time, and an unknown omen surged into their hearts.
The gray robe wizard Gandalf, who wielded his sword and staff and fought roughly and simply, stopped in surprise and looked back at the distant sky.
There, a strange fiery red light pierced the darkness before dawn.
"Roar!"
A terrifying roar filled with hatred and jealousy for all life suddenly sounded, and the elves, dwarves and even the dragonborn all shuddered.
"what is that?"
Fenna carried Galadrance, who had no arrows to shoot, back on her back, and came to the dragonborn standing proudly covered in blood.
"A terrible monster!"
Dragon Byrne still didn't know how to say the word Balrog in Sindarin, so he thought about it and used the word monster with a solemn expression.
