Dragon Byrne rejoined the Allied leaders at the foot of the mountain.
This time, the Dragonborn had made up his mind.
He said to Thorin: "I am determined to recover this great city. Will the dwarves obey my orders?"
The dwarf prince immediately caressed his chest and bowed his head on the horned sheep. "I promise to fight for you, and this oath will never waver."
"So."
Dragon Byrne nodded and issued a combat order: "Please prepare the dwarves for battle. I want to bring this great city back into the camp of light."
Thorin Oakenshield's expression was serious. He turned around and ran towards the phalanx of the dwarves behind him.
Dragon Bone then asked the human ranger.
"And you, Arathorn, son of Arado. Your suggestion won my heart. Are you willing to lead your people and elves to attack the orcs in the city from the rear?"
Arathorn nodded immediately, with a determined look on his face that had been blown by the cold winds of Eton Wasteland: "Your order is our mission! The swords of the Dúnedain are wielded for you, my lord."
"very good."
Dragon Byrne said with satisfaction: "Then please lead 500 elves, sneak into Annuminas through the 'path' you mentioned, and cause as much chaos as possible among the enemies in the city, while we will prepare for you at the main entrance. Attract attention.”
"Fenna will assist you."
He thought for a moment and named the female chef.
On this occasion, the female chef acted extremely responsible. Her expression was calm and resolute. Without saying a word, she joined Arasorn's team together with her rangers.
Watching the Dúnedain and a small group of elves break away from the large army, go around the mountains in the southern mountains of Dusk Downs, and head towards a path in the northwest.
Dragon Byrne asked the gray-robed wizard who had been watching with a smile but said nothing.
"Gandalf, are there any omissions in my decision?"
Gandalf bowed slightly: "No, my lord."
The fact is that Dragon Byrne is just the one who makes the decision, and others will implement it.
The elves and dwarves are both war-experienced races, and he does not need to worry about marching formations, so the black-haired dragonborn nodded. His already tall and burly body was set off by the even larger Holy Spirit Nahal. Down, it looks even more majestic and majestic.
"Then let's start the next battle."
He said.
The golden vertical pupils fell on the majestic city in the mountains not far away.
The wizard lowered his gray head deeply.
Following the Dragonborn's order, the coalition of elves and dwarves moved.
1,000 elves wearing exquisite and lightweight golden armor followed 800 heavily armored dwarf guards, marching in uniform steps towards Annuminas with an astonishing momentum.
On the southeast side of Annuminas, in the direction of the main city gate, Lake Nenvio (Dark Lake) and the Baranduin River meet and wash out a large, neat river valley plain.
This is one of the granaries of the ancient Númenóreans. Originally, large areas of crops such as barley and wheat were grown here to meet part of Annuminas' food rations.
However, successive wars depleted the population potential of the Kingdom of Arno, and eventually this magnificent city completely declined.
When their population could no longer fill a single district of this magnificent city, Valandil's descendants could only abandon Annuminas, which had been their capital for hundreds of years, and moved to Fornos in the North Hills. special.
In other words, Annuminas is different from Fornost. Annuminas was actively abandoned, so its gates and walls are still intact enough.
The bottom wall of Annuminas built on a hillside is nearly 30 meters high, plus the multi-layered inner city built around the hillside. It can be said that in terms of defensive power alone, Annuminas in the north is Nath is no match for Minas Tirith in Gondor in the south!
Even the most valiant warrior would feel numb when he saw Annuminas, who looked like a turtle shell.
And this is why Grimas chose this ancient human city as the nest of his small kingdom.
It has had enough of the bullying and abuse from the Uruk tribe (black orcs) in the east, and has had enough of the bossing around by the giant orcs of Gundaba in the north. Grimas, a short, blind man from the Misty Mountains, is going to be his own king!
You read that right.
The orc Grimas, who was the first to escape from the battlefield of Mithlond three days ago, relied on his more cunning and cruel temperament to coax and deceive, gather a large number of orcs who also came from the Misty Mountains, and occupied Anu. Minas, the capital of the ancient Númenóreans, began to live a happy life of occupying the mountains and becoming king.
From Grimas' point of view, it should not go back and obey the orders of the pale orcs.
How nice it is here, there are fresh fish (Annuminas is directly adjacent to the vast Lake Dusk), and there are few people there, so there is no need to be attacked by annoying pointed ears or humans. In your free time, you can take advantage of the darkness and go south to bully the halflings who are even weaker than them. Wouldn't such a day be better than going back and being scolded and beaten by the Uruk tribe and the pale orcs above you?
Therefore, the ambitious Grimas began to fantasize about how he would look at the envious eyes of his compatriots in the north and east when he was dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse, arrogantly beating down the dwarfs of the Shire.
But unfortunately, fantasy is always beautiful, but the reality is so skinny.
Although this cunning half-orc used lies and cruel methods to forcefully deceive nearly 5,000 dwarf half-orcs who also came from the Misty Mountains into his ranks.
But Annuminas had been abandoned for many years after all, and there was no food inside or outside the city for these orcs to eat.
The fantasy of catching fish to satisfy hunger is just wishful thinking.
After all, these depraved creatures who are lazy, eat, and live by robbery are not so good-tempered to fish in the lake.
Not to mention, the orcs still lack boats and large nets for fishing.
Therefore, Grimas's beautiful fantasy was hit hard from the beginning.
These dwarf half-orcs from the Misty Mountains officially started fighting among themselves after two days of hunger.
They screamed and cursed, and the stronger half-orcs kicked and kicked the weaker ones out of the dark corner. They even showed their knives, just to save the smaller half-orcs. A hidden bit of maggot bread.
And when the more ferocious and stronger half-orc fiercely pulled out the knife from the chest of his own race, he snatched the knife from the hands of this poor little half-orc without looking at it. A small piece of black and smelly bread was stuffed into the yellowed and jagged mouth.
More hungry orcs around them had green eyes.
"Food, fresh food! Meat, fresh meat!"
After making sure that the stronger half-orc walked away with satisfaction, the half-orcs around him who were so hungry that their eyes turned green couldn't help but rushed forward and tore their dead comrades into pieces.
Such evil deeds are almost everywhere.
The orcs are destroying themselves at an alarming rate.
Grimas stood on the second floor of the city wall of Annuminas, with a very ugly expression on his face as he witnessed the disgusting and horrific acts of his fellow tribesmen below, which deserved to be killed by a thousand cuts.
At this moment, it was wearing an armor that I didn't know where it came from. Some of the markings on it had not been completely rubbed off, and the traces of a tree could be vaguely seen.
He had a sharp weapon on his waist and was not wearing a helmet. The ferocious light in his one eye turned from time to time.
"Eat, eat, eat, you dirty, smelly lazy people, you can do nothing but eat! Grimas brought you here not to let you just sit back and eat! The fish in the lake There are so many, so fresh, but you idiots don’t catch any of them, my great career is about to be eaten by you!”
Grimas cursed and roared crazily in his heart, but said nothing.
Around him, a small group of half-orcs, like him, were fully armed, with no hungry look on their faces, looking fiercely at their thin, hungry fellows below, holding swords and crossbows tightly in their hands.
Finally, when these disgusting, stinking slackers finally had more or less some pitiful 'food', Grimas stood on the tall city wall and shouted loudly: "Listen up , you lazy bugs, it was Grimas who allowed you to have a shabby place to live, it was Grimas who allowed you to have a pitiful mouthful of food, it was Grimus who was the stinky elf with pointed ears when you were I protected you when they were chasing me around like rabbits and hiding! You need to be grateful! You must treat me as your king and listen to me!"
But these cruel, stupid and short-sighted orcs below said loudly: "Haha, Grimas, blind Grimas! An ugly guy, one-eyed dragon, king of escape who appears from nowhere! Barabara, you have a bunch of ridiculous names! You are just a coward who ran here first and hid in this abandoned human city! How do you qualify to be our master!"
"Stupid Grimas, damn Grimas, you tricked us here and left us hungry. I'm going to tear your belly open, pull out your intestines, and see if your heart is Really like a master.”
Seeing the raging crowd below, looking like they were about to rebel, Grimas, who had only been king for less than three days, also had a very dark face.
It cursed loudly, jumping angrily like a clown.
It cursed the orcs for being ignorant and eating the food prepared for them by Grimas, but turned against it. It cursed them to die a bad death, and cursed them all to have their heads chopped off by the pointed-eared elves.
But the orcs below laughed even more happily, mocking Grimas.
"Food? The food Grimas is talking about is just dead rats and maggot-infested bread! Even today there is no bread, and you still dare to say crazy things about your master!"
"If we deserve to have our heads chopped off by the stinking elf with pointy ears, then you, Grimas, the king of escape, the one-eyed coward, you deserve to have your limbs plucked out by your pointy ears and exploded under the dazzling yellow face!"
Grimas was furious.
It had a fierce look in its eyes and made a gesture to the vicious men around it.
So the group of villains around it who were obviously better equipped and in better condition than the Orcs below opened their crossbows and shot all the Orcs who were shouting the loudest, and then the noisy shouts started from below. Suddenly subsided.
"Dead people, dead people!"
The orcs ran away in fear, hiding in various buildings of the ancient Númenóreans and shivering.
At this time, it was the turn of the owner of the spire - Grimmas' self-title. He was very afraid of the tall tower in the center of Annuminas, but at the same time he coveted it, so he gave it such a majestic name. No. - appeared.
it said loudly and proudly.
"Don't be resentful, don't be angry. The master of the spire already knows your demands! When night falls, we will go to the green land in the south to burn, kill and loot! Halflings have abundant food and delicious drinks, but they do not have pointed-eared bows and arrows. Knives and guns are the perfect objects for us to show off our skills! Then you bunch of damn, ungrateful slackers can eat as much as you want and drink as much as you want! No need to suffer from hunger anymore! In Grimas' It’s not a bad job to earn a living under your command!”
It has to be said that this cunning half-orc is quite good at talking and talking. Hearing that they can burn, kill and loot without having to suffer from hunger, the half-orcs who are hiding underneath carefully start from various sources. Crawled out of the dark corner.
The eyes of these depraved and corrupt creatures glowed with evil and greed, and disgusting saliva flowed from their yellowed, jagged teeth.
"Grimath! Grimath! Grimath!"
They shouted, leaving behind their previous anger and fear.
Seeing that a rebellion was finally eliminated by his own wisdom and force, the owner of the spire finally stood up proudly.
Perhaps in its view, being king and hegemony is only for today.
But obviously, Ilúvatar was not used to this timid and cunning half-orc. A very loud and ear-splitting horn suddenly sounded, breaking its dream.
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"
All the orcs were stunned.
It had only been three days since the Mislongde offensive and defensive battle, and they had not forgotten this familiar voice.
"Dwarf scum! It's the horn of dwarf scum."
One of the orcs shouted in fear.
"shut up!"
The spire master trembled with anger (or fear), and its high-pitched roar floated in the abandoned and desolate Annuminas. "Damn idiots and fools! Go to the city gate, go to the city gate! It's our turn to be protected by tall and strong city walls. The dwarf scum can't get in!"
"Pick up your crossbows, and don't forget your swords and guns. You idiots, if we let the dwarf scum enter the city, we will all die! Okay, okay, don't be afraid, let us give the dwarf scum a good look! The master of the steeple has been Be with you.”
Perhaps it was the tall city walls mentioned by the spire owner that gave them courage, or perhaps they were simply forced by the threat of Grimas.
These half-orcs, cursing and pushing each other, swarmed onto the main wall of the southwest gate of Annuminas, looking down in horror.
Outside the grand gate of Annuminas, on the valley plain washed out by Lake Nenvi and the Balanduin River, Thorin Oakenshield rode a majestic horned sheep, dancing his warhammer, running back and forth. .
"Stand your ground and put up your shield!"
Under his command, eight hundred dwarf guards formed a formation that was not too thick, but tough enough, and slowly advanced towards the magnificent city in front of them.
Behind the dwarves, there were a thousand elves holding bows and spears, walking in uniform steps.
