Seeing the tall walls and the majestic main body of the city in Annuminas up close was indeed very stressful.
In particular, the majestic round tower standing straight in the center of the city - the Chamber of Elendil, seems to be pressed down at any time, giving people an extremely heavy sense of oppression.
In addition, the elves and dwarves lack sufficient siege equipment, and it is almost impossible to scale the city wall that is heavily guarded by orcs.
This is one of the reasons why Thorin Oakenshield has been reluctant to attack the city. The losses of the strong attack were so staggering that neither the dwarves nor the elves could bear it.
Looking at the huge city in front of him, even Dragon Byrne couldn't help but said to Thorin: "There is no need to attack immediately, wait for the news of Arathorn. If they can succeed, it will greatly reduce our losses." .”
Thorin nodded in agreement.
He had never wanted to waste his limited troops here. Not to mention the high city wall, the black arrows from the orcs above were enough to make his heart skip a beat.
"Stop!"
shouted the dwarf prince. Then the dwarves stopped immediately within a stone's throw of Annuminas.
The elves behind also stopped naturally.
However, even so, a solemn atmosphere filled the city of Annuminas.
On the city wall, Grimas couldn't help but tremble as he looked at the tall figure riding on a holy horse that made all orcs tremble when they saw it.
He recognized the terrifying figure. It was the silver-white monster and bloodthirsty demon that was at the gate of Mislond that day.
Thinking of countless people from the north who died tragically under that terrible hammer
The owner of the spire screamed in his heart, his body trembled, and he almost fainted.
However, Grimath finally thought that this time it was their turn to hide behind the high city wall. The pointy-eared stinky elves and dwarf scum had to break through its city if they wanted to harm poor Grimath. This timid and cunning half-orc felt a little calmer again.
he shouted.
"Go back to your posts, you stupid idiots and lazy sluts. Pick up your bows and arrows, pick up your bows and arrows, we are hiding behind the white wall, we are safe, the dwarf scum and the pointy ears can't get up! If they If they dare to come close, we will shoot them to death! I said, pick up your bow and arrows!"
In fact, neither Thorin Oakenshield nor Dragon Bourne planned to attack by force.
The leaders of the coalition forces looked at the tall city walls and the extremely thick city gates of Annuminas. After exchanging glances with each other, the wizard Gandalf rode a big horse alone, carrying his The staff walked to a place less than 100 steps away from the city wall.
"Servants of the Dark Lord, I am negotiating with you on behalf of the light camp and ask the acting city lord of this city to come out and see you."
The gray-robed wizard looked warily at the dark shadows of the orcs on the city wall, while carefully observing the city built by Elendil.
The ancient Númenóreans learned a lot from the elves.
The walls of Annuminas clearly used elven magic. Not only is it tall and majestic, the white boulder wall glows faintly in the morning sunlight.
Coupled with the majestic multi-layered city structure.
I have to say.
The dwarf prince's worries are not trivial.
In the absence of a better way, if the elves and dwarves adopt a strong attack, the losses will be very high.
The gray robe wizard should be lucky that the Dúnedain led by Arathorn still remember the secrets of their ancestors, otherwise his plan to regain this magnificent city would be nothing more than a joke.
In addition, Annuminas has been abandoned for thousands of years, and no matter how great the Light of the Eldar is, it cannot remain unattended for such a long time.
The elven magic on the giant wall is already very faint, so faint that it is about to disappear.
Thoughts were racing in his mind, but the gray-robed wizard remained unmoved on the surface.
Just listen to our spire master screaming from behind the city wall: "Wizard, I know you. Grimas will not go out to negotiate with the wizard. You will cast a spell to confuse our minds and turn us into your slaves!" Ha! Grimas is not one of those stupid idiot rubes. The master of the spire knows what the wizard can do. I will not be fooled by you! If you and your pointy-eared elves and dwarf scum think you have the ability to capture my city , then just let your horses come over, Grimas's bow and arrows are not easy to mess with, they will definitely give the dwarf scum and the stinky elves with pointy ears a good meal."
But in fact, it has been tricked by the wizard.
Because the so-called negotiations by the coalition are just to delay time and buy precious time for Finna and Arazon's partial division team.
So the gray robe wizard deliberately shouted: "Which idiot are you? Standing under the city wall is the gray robe wizard Gandalf, who represents the army of northern elves and Turin dwarves. I need to talk to the city lord's envoy! Not a company leader You are a despicable person and a coward who wouldn’t even dare to risk it!”
Grimas was indeed fooled.
The owner of the steeple paced awkwardly behind the tall city wall. He was angry at being looked down upon by the other party's big shot, but at the same time he felt excited that he could finally talk to such a big shot on an equal footing.
It cautiously poked out its small head and shouted proudly and fearfully at the wizard under the city wall.
"Grimas is no longer the despicable, pitiful one-eyed orc. Grimath is the majestic leader of a party! He is qualified to negotiate with wizards."
Gandalf chewed on this unfamiliar name and couldn't remember that there was a person named Grimmas in the blood of the orcs.
Dragon Byrne and Thorin Oakenshield were bored and anxious as they watched the wizard teasing the orc who thought he was smart on the city wall.
"Can't we just kill him?"
The dwarf prince glanced at the elven sharpshooters behind him and said impatiently: "Elves can do such a thing."
Dragon Byrne looked at the sky and said he should bear with it for now.
If the orc leader is shot and killed, it will cause a certain amount of chaos. But Gandalf was within their range, and it didn't feel good to do so.
In addition, Middle-earth still retains a certain feudal spirit.
When the two armies are fighting, not killing the envoys is one of the rules that all races on the Zhongzhou Continent basically follow.
Even the cunning, cunning and unfaithful Dark Lord Sauron is willing to abide by this law under certain conditions.
Therefore, in the end, Thorin only talked about it and did not actually ask the elf to shoot the disgusting orc.
So everyone could only watch helplessly as the wizard and Grimas on the city wall bickered.
at the same time.
Fenna and Arazon have also circled to the side of Annuminas adjacent to Lake Nenvio.
Looking at the pier that has been mostly submerged by the lake.
Fenner said: "Is this right here?"
Arasorn nodded.
This was originally one of the largest ports of the Kingdom of Arno on Lake Nenvio. In ancient times, the Númenóreans fished and traded here, and they prospered for a while.
But since the disaster of the Golden Iris Marsh, when Isildur was betrayed by the One Ring and died tragically in the cold waters of the river, the descendants of Elendil have been declining day by day.
In the end, the northern humans completely gave up on this magnificent ancient city. Relocated to Fornost, North Hills.
A gleam of light flashed through Arazon's sharp eyes, which was a memory and mourning for the great achievements of his ancestors. He said.
"Not many people remember this dock today. The most recent records about Annuminas date back to more than 2,000 years ago. It makes sense that the orcs don't know about this 'secret passage'."
"The Dúnedain also know this secret passage from legends and documents passed down orally from ancient times, and it comes in handy now."
Thinking that the humans in front of her were descendants of Western humans, Fenner accepted his explanation.
Therefore, the elves, led by the human rangers, carefully passed through the Nengweiao Lake and entered the unguarded dock area.
After roughly sorting it out, Fenner closed her eyes and listened quietly to something.
After a while, she opened her eyes: "I can feel that most of the evil aura is concentrated in the southeast."
She pointed in one direction.
"The flowing wind tells me that the coalition forces have arrived at the main gate of Annuminas. The elves and dwarves are confronting these corrupted guys, and the battle may break out at any time."
Arasorn looked around the surrounding environment, comparing it one by one with the legends and even the past intelligence of the rangers, and finally said: "Follow me, I already know which city area the orcs are in, we can take a detour and catch them off guard. "
Therefore, the elves headed by Fenna, led by fifteen Dúnedain, divided into small teams and quietly but quickly ran towards various key places in the city.
Among them, when the team of Fenna and Arazon turned around the abandoned garden area, the elf decisively saw a sentry on guard on a ten-meter-high sentry tower.
More than 100 meters ahead and to the left of this post, there is also an orc patrol patrolling the surrounding area.
In addition, two orcs with fierce eyes and spears were standing in front of a warehouse-like building, looking around warily.
Fenner made a gesture.
Immediately an Elf Ranger drew his longbow.
shuttle.
After the inaudible sound of the bowstring, first the orc on the tower sentry was decisively hit by an arrow in his throat.
Immediately afterwards, the elves moved deftly, quietly following the shadows around the corner, and sneaked up to the warehouse guarded by the orcs, and eliminated the patrolling team in a few strokes.
and the two guards.
An elf pushed open the door and stuck his head in.
Then he quickly retracted.
"This should be their weapons depot and food storage area. It is full of stinky dried fish and bread. There are also some weapons that should not be forged by orcs. They are more like human equipment and seem to be made by From which grave it was dug, the smell of the dead is still strong on it.”
Arasorn immediately walked in after hearing this.
After a while, he came out extremely angry.
In his hand, he held a long sword that was still shining brightly with its own cold light even after passing through the years.
There are some kind of runes engraved on the sword, and under the sunlight, the blade looks like autumn water. The hilt of the sword is attached with the emblem of the Arno royal family.
"They dug the tombs of the late kings. These weapons and equipment were all attached with royal symbols and were the burial objects of ancient kings."
