"Balrog!"
Sindarin, that is: Mighty Demon!
Cirdan was also an elder who had experienced the First Age, when the Elf Kings fought against the dark enemy Morgoth. He soon learned that the terrifying roar was the voice of the ancient demon Balrog, which made the famous The elf hero's expression changed instantly.
"Let these orcs be. The enemy of life has arrived. My people, the fate of the northern elves is about to be revealed!"
Cirdan stopped, the sword in his hand exuding an indescribably beautiful glow in the morning light.
As a result, the elves stopped their horses, readjusted their formation, and faced the north.
The gray-robed wizard also recognized the true form of the monster and said in horror: "Flame of Udûn!"
Ignoring the defeated orcs around him, he shouted to Thorin, who was still charging angrily towards the blasphemer Azog, who was protected by a group of black orc wolfriders from Mordor in the distance: "Thorin, stop chasing, the real The great enemy has arrived, let the dwarves gather their formation and run for their lives!"
But the dwarf prince, who was already blinded by anger, seemed not to hear it. He just drove his chariot blindly, chasing the great enemy of the Turin dwarves, killing countless dwarves and his grandfather, the enemy of Thror I. Azog the Blasphemer, the Pale Orc.
Finally, after a series of pursuits and escapes, Thorin caught up with the life-or-death enemy Azog the Blasphemer one league away from the battlefield, who turned around and ran away after blowing that weird horn.
At this time, both sides had only a few subordinates left.
Among them stood beside Thorin the brave Dwalin and Bifur.
"Stupid dwarf scum."
Azog, whose big white face was covered with scars, said with a ferocious smile: "You actually abandoned your subjects, leaving them alone to face Turin's nemesis, the flames of death, and run to seek death!"
Only then did Thorin realize what happened next.
He turned around in surprise.
But they found that on the battlefield in the distance, the orcs were running away like frightened birds and beasts, not even paying attention to the elves and dwarves who were chasing them, as if they were chasing something terrifying behind them.
The elves also stopped and were reorganizing their queue, seeming to be waiting, or perhaps welcoming their fate.
Only the dwarves were still stupidly chasing the defeated orcs.
"Fili, Beaver!"
On the chaotic battlefield, the gray-robed wizard shouted for the second heir to the Turin royal family and the leader of the Horned Sheep Knights.
"Stop bullying these poor guys, and quickly order the dwarves to clean up and let them escape into the elven port. The dwarves will not be able to handle the coming war. Don't stay here and wait to die in vain!"
Only then did Fili, who was about to kill, stop. The young dwarf's face and beard were stained with the filthy blood of the orcs, and his weapons and armor were also stained with blood. It can be seen that our young royal heir In terms of bravery, he did not bring shame to his ancestors.
"what happened?"
Fili looked around the battlefield and didn't find his uncle Thorin, so he asked urgently. "Where is my uncle?"
Gandalf said angrily: "Don't worry about your stubborn uncle who doesn't listen to others, Fili, let the dwarves regroup and head for the elves' port. Hurry, time waits for no one, the enemy of life is coming, It's not something you can handle, run for your life."
Fili hurriedly turned around, only to find that behind the dwarf, a very terrifying figure mixed with thick smoke and flames was walking slowly under the shadow of the sun.
The evil aura soaring into the sky even affected the morning light on the horizon, and large ominous dark clouds were seen rolling in, trying to push Yaryn's light back into the darkness.
The dwarf just glanced at it, his heart gripped by a powerful fear.
"what is that!"
Feili trembled and pointed at the evil monster with red light and shadow. His tongue was so stiff that it seemed as if he couldn't control it. He couldn't say a second sentence for a long time.
"Don't be in a daze, dwarf! Quick, let the other dwarves gather together, don't lose your lives here!"
Gandalf shouted, and then he ignored the stunned young dwarf and galloped towards the elves on the other side of the battlefield.
"Lord Cirdan!"
He saluted the master of Gray Harbor very respectfully on his horse.
Dressed in military uniform and as heroic as an ancient hero, the master of Gray Harbor nodded and returned the salute.
He said.
"Mithrandil, you have indeed fulfilled your mission and brought reinforcements back! The dwarves came at the right time, and the northern elves owe you a favor."
"but now."
There was a worried look in Cirdan's gray eyes: "Perhaps the arrival of the dwarves may not be a thing worth celebrating for them."
Gandalf turned around, followed the line of sight of the master of Gray Harbor, and saw a scene that almost made him cringe with anger.
I saw.
"Where is Thorin? Where is our king?"
Gloin (Gimli, or Gimli's father), who was responsible for commanding the 3,000 dwarf guards, shouted with Ori and Dori, looking nervous but determined.
"Hold your ground, dwarves!"
A decision that you could call stupid, but admirable, sounded retrograde when everyone was running frantically for their lives. "The eyes of Turin are upon us, for the glory of our ancestors!"
The dwarves swallowed wildly, but their stubborn nature prevented them from retreating.
"Roar~"
A monster with an outline that looked like a huge humanoid, but with burning yellow eyes, huge horns and a bloody mouth walked up to the dwarf.
I saw that its arms were long and powerful, with steel claws, huge palms, and its knees were twisted in reverse. What it exhaled was not gas, but scorching flames.
It has no form, but inside it is a ball of fire.
It is the fallen Maia, who was the Holy Spirit.
Shadow is its armor and flames are its weapons. It burns everything and destroys everything. It is the ancient demon Balrog!
Gloin and the others couldn't help but swallow their saliva wildly, a trace of fear flashed across their resolute faces.
Of course the dwarves recognized the Balrog, known as the Nemesis of Turin. After all, Khazad-dum, the hometown of the Durin dwarves, was destroyed by the fire demon underground.
but.
The dwarves in heavy armor clenched their spears, raised their shields, and stood ready in a stupid but determined manner.
Although he has not actually succeeded to the throne, Thorin has already become a king in the eyes of the Turin dwarves. The stubborn dwarves are unwilling to leave their king and escape alone.
Then, tragedy happened.
This Balrog that appeared out of nowhere is very angry at the dwarves' bad manners. From its perspective, everyone is running away like crazy, but you little dwarfs don't know how to live or die, blocking the fire of Udun. Are you not giving me face in front of me?
The burning yellow eyes of the terrifying monster that had not appeared on the Central Continent for who knows how many years were blazing with rage. In its hand, a long sword made of pure flames lit up, and a long sword with its tail divided into many whip tips. whip.
Then, in the frightened eyes of these stubborn dwarves, Balrog struck down with his sword.
Wow.
A large number of dwarves flew together.
The terrifying force instantly knocked out a huge gap in the thick dwarf phalanx.
Then this terrifying Balrog swept across again.
Dozens of dwarves were swept away.
Gloin and the other guards generals all turned green. At this moment, the dwarves' stupidity cost them dearly.
In just one brief encounter, the damage caused by the 3,000 dwarf guards was much greater than a half-day fierce battle with the orcs!
The weapons of the dwarves were of no use against the tall Balrog whose body was covered in thick flames. The spear made of fine steel pierced the terrifying monster and melted directly into molten iron.
Seeing his people being massacred by that terrifying monster, Thorin, who was overwhelmed by hatred, finally came to his senses. He struggled to look at the enemy near Chi Chi, and his steel teeth almost bit him. It sucked, but in the end, the dwarf prince chose to retreat.
But this time it was Azog's turn to stop him.
"Dwarf scum, are you thinking of running away now? It's too late! Thorin Oakenshield, your arrogance and arrogance are like a cup of poison. It will make the royal family of Turin drain out the last drop of blood. The scepter of the kingdom under the mountain will eventually... Failed! Just like when I chopped off the head of your grandfather, Thrall I!"
Hearing this dirty, shameless beast with a blood feud with the Turin dwarves mention his grandfather who was killed by him, Thorin, who had already calmed down, turned red again. He ignored the obstruction of Dwalin and Bifur. , returned and fought with Azog.
Here, watching the dwarves being massacred by the demon Balrog from ancient times, Gandalf and Cirdan finally arrived.
The old wizard raised his arms high, and the wand in his hand burst out with extremely dazzling light.
In this light, Gandalf's figure became extremely tall, and his voice was loud, like thunder.
"Fallen Flame, this is the servant of the Secret Fire, the holder of the Five Wizard Staffs, the command of the Gray Wizard, get away, get back to your abyss! There is no such thing as you under the bright and sacred star of Eärendil. Where evil and ugly forms exist!”
"Come on, sons of Turin."
Amidst the sound of explosions, the master of Gray Harbor faced the bright light and said to the dwarves: "Escape, while there is still a chance, run away from a distance. The next battle is not something you can handle!"
At this time, Fili also broke free from the fear brought by Turin's nemesis and ran over on a horned sheep.
He shouted: "Everyone, follow me."
Because the young dwarf himself was one of the heirs to the royal family, after Gloin and the others looked at each other this time, they no longer persisted, helped the injured dwarf, and fled from here in embarrassment.
The Balrog was enraged by the white light in the gray robe wizard's hand.
The light was so dazzling that it reminded it of something extremely unpleasant.
So it raised the flaming sword and struck it down with one strike.
Gandalf's expression changed, and the dazzling white light condensed into a ball of light, protecting him.
when.
The flaming sword struck the light ball and shattered into a sky full of fire.
But Gandalf was not happy.
Because, the angry fallen Holy Spirit pulled the hand, and an identical flaming sword appeared in its hand again.
"Roar~"
The monster opened its bloody mouth and let out a terrifying roar.
All the dwarves and elves who heard this roar froze, and a boundless darkness enveloped everyone's heart.
They all remembered the most terrible things.
Probably the witch from the scariest stories you heard at night as a kid.
Or maybe it was a nightmare that woke me up while taking a nap under a willow tree by the river when I was out alone.
What's more, you are walking in the cold wilderness with nothing, no sound, and no human traces, just yourself.
Therefore, Gandalf knew that this was the dark magic of the Balrog, which wanted to deprive people of their pursuit of happiness and their hope for light, and plunge them into darkness.
As he gritted his teeth, a simple ring inlaid with a ruby suddenly shone brightly in the wizard's hand.
"In the name of the Eight Kings, light will always prevail over evil!"
He shouted, and his voice contained a power of hope. It was the power of Nanya, the Ring of Fire among the three elven rings, and was the most precious power in Middle-earth.
Everyone was healed by his voice, and the dark magic of the Balrog was dispelled. The dwarves and elves shuddered together, as if they had a nightmare and were dripping with cold sweat.
Only then did people realize how terrifying the monster in front of them was. The terrifying shape was just its most inconspicuous manifestation. What was truly awe-inspiring was that it could deprive people of their pursuit of all good things, leaving only the cold, A hopeless husk.
"Don't try to deprive a good man of hope, servant of Bogliel! Your power is but a drop in the ocean in front of the servant of Secret Fire!"
The gray-robed wizard strode forward, the light of Nanya in his hand almost covering the stars in the sky.
In the east, Eärendil seemed to be drawn and shined brightly.
The Eight Kings are Manwë, Varda, Ulmo, Yavanna, Aulë, Mandos, Nina, and Oromi. They are the eight most powerful among the mighty ones who created this world. The wizards Calling their names at this moment is to strengthen your heart.
And Bogliel is the tyrant and cruel person in the Noldor language, which refers to the dark enemy Morgoth.
Obviously, the gray-robed wizard did not think that the Eastern Shadow could drive an ancient demon like the Balrog to work for him.
Deep in his heart, a terrible thought was emerging.
The terrifying Balrog seemed to be very surprised. It did not expect that the person in front of it could actually dispel its dark magic. That was something that even the elves could not do.
Moreover, the power contained in the ring in this person's hand made it fearful, and at the same time, it instinctively coveted it.
Balrog desperately wanted to have it.
This is a powerful desire that it has not had in many years.
As a result, the flames on this evil monster from ancient times flourished, and the terrifying shadow swept over like a dark cloud.
It roared, and the flaming sword in its hand struck down again.
This attack was so terrifying that the white ball of light in Gandalf's hand finally couldn't resist it. There was a bang, and the long sword of Balrog was shattered at the same time.
"Mithrandil!"
Chierdan stepped forward quickly and stabbed the monster's right foot with the sword in his hand, cutting a scar on its non-mortal body. Lava-like blood rolled down.
The ancient demon roared in anger and took a few steps back.
The Balrog looked at the sword in the hand of the master of Gray Harbor in shock and anger, and recognized it as a magical weapon specially forged by the ancient elves in Gondolin to fight against the elven enemies of that era, the Balrog and Orcs.
So, it knew that the elf in front of it was not easy to mess with.
But it is very eager for the ring of power in the hands of the wizard, and it does not think that anyone can defeat it today when the people of light are becoming more and more depraved.
This smelly elf just took advantage of it and succeeded in a sneak attack. He is a villain.
So, the fire demon boosted his morale and attacked again.
The battle between the gray robe wizard and the master of the Gray Port and the ancient Balrog was earth-shattering. Those who were lucky enough to witness the battle outside Misrond, the last and most sacred port of the elves in the north in the summer of 2931, were all stunned and dumbfounded.
As time went by, the wizard and the master of Gray Harbor gradually fell into a disadvantage.
The power of the ancient evil is beyond everyone's imagination. Gandalf and Cirdan are still showing signs of fatigue after a fierce battle.
In the distance, Dragon Byrne blinked his golden vertical pupils and made some kind of decision.
He said to Fenner who was standing beside him, "Stay here and don't run around."
After saying that, the Dragonborn picked up the warhammer and walked towards the distant battlefield.
Fenna hurriedly pulled the giant, but in vain she only caught a sliver of air.
