Fenner immediately gave him a look of pity.
The orcs are equivalent to digging up Arathorn's ancestral graves. It's no wonder these Dúnedain are happy.
"Sorry to hear such news."
Fenner shook her head and said: "But what is more important for us now is to destroy this place that is obviously an orc warehouse. In this way, these dirty and ugly depraved creatures will surely be shaken."
The female elf could feel the wind blowing from the Dusk Hills becoming more and more rapid, like the eve of a storm approaching.
"I personally suggest that if you feel it's a pity, you can take out these weapons, so that you can still be protected during the battle. I can feel that the battle is about to break out."
Arazon hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but finally gritted his teeth and said to the two compatriots who were following the team: "Take out the weapons and equipment inside."
So the two Dúnedain immediately entered the orcs' warehouse and took out several Second Age-style swords, spears, swords and axes.
Arasorn also went in, and after a while, he came out carrying a pair of armor and a shield.
Above, the emblem of the Kingdom of Arno is clearly visible.
"alright?"
Fenner asked.
Arazon nodded, obviously looking a little disappointed but also a little relieved.
The elf immediately spread the fire-kindling things collected during this period around the warehouse, and then lit them.
The tongues of fire spread rapidly from small to large, and soon began to burn violently under the blowing of the increasingly fierce north wind. The resulting thick smoke billowed into the sky.
"Next, it's time to test us." Fenna clenched the Galadlans in her hand. "We need to delay the orcs' counterattack as much as possible during this period of time, so that the coalition forces at the main gate can Cut your losses."
Arazon looked solemn and clenched the shining Arno royal sword in his hand.
In fact.
Grimas soon noticed the billowing smoke suddenly rising from the city.
It shouted angrily: "Liars, thieves, murderers! Look what you despicable dwarf scum and pointy ears have done! My city! Black smoke is rising in my city! Quick, fools Hey, someone is setting fire to the city! Go and put out the fire! Ah, the thief who deserves a thousand cuts! The arsonist! Grimas wants you all to die, like those skeletons in the grave!"
The surrounding orcs looked at each other in confusion, but soon, these stupid idiots were screamed and beaten by the owner of the spire, and they quickly ran down the city wall to put out the fire.
The chaos on the city wall was quickly noticed by Gandalf. He drew out his sword vigilantly and raised his cane.
Sure enough, the next moment.
The mad roar of the tower owner could be heard. "Kill him, kill that old liar!"
The Orc guards on the city wall immediately opened their short bows.
"kill him."
The coalition forces also immediately saw the thick smoke rising from the city. Dragon Byrne and Thorin were overjoyed, knowing that Arathorn and their actions were obviously successful.
Seeing that the orcs on the city wall began to fall into chaos, and some of the guards ran down the city wall, Dragon Byrne immediately said decisively: "Kill that orc."
With that said, the dragonborn took the helmet from an elf attendant and put it on his head.
He also picked up a square shield that was 2 meters long and over 1 meter wide.
Above, the mithril-engraved Telperion (Silver Sacred Tree) and the gold-engraved Laureline (Golden Sacred Tree) faintly exude holy light in the morning light.
"Thorin, I'll leave the battle formation to you, and I'll go pick up Gandalf."
The war was critical, and the dwarf prince didn't waste any time. He said loudly and quickly: "Don't worry, I will capture this city for you! The whole army will follow the order and attack!"
Not to mention the dwarf guards who leveled their spears and began to march towards the city gate.
On the Elf side, following the Dragonborn's order, a sharpshooter immediately stood up, drew the bowstring, and hit an arrow hundreds of meters away, jumping up and down on the high wall of Annuminas like a clown. of Grimmas.
"Hehe."
The owner of the spire covered his ugly face that was hit by the elf's arrow, gasped twice like a bellows, and fell to the ground.
"Master is dead, master is dead!"
The half-orcs who were already at a loss by the fire and smoke rising from the city and the advancing army below the city were even more frightened. These cowardly and depraved creatures from the Misty Mountains dropped their bows, arrows, knives and guns, and dispersed in a rush. .
Grimas was just a half-orc who suddenly appeared with his cunning mind and cruel methods, which was not enough to establish enough majesty among the thousands of cruel half-orcs from the Misty Mountains.
Of course, there are those who are as timid as mice and run away in the face of battle, and there are also those who are cruel and stupid and bent on avenging the owner of the spire.
"Don't run away, avenge your master!"
In the chaos, more orcs began to fight back with the orc short bows in their hands under the roar and whip of another cunning and strong orc, the spire master's deputy.
This part of the orcs shouted in a shrill, hoarse voice.
"The despicable pointy ears killed the master, we want to avenge the master!"
Then they drew their crossbows and started shooting at Gandalf below.
The wizard had a sword in one hand and a staff in the other. He danced very fast and knocked all the arrows down to the ground.
"You idiots!"
In the rain of arrows covered by dark clouds, Gandalf seemed to suddenly grow taller: he straightened up, and his huge figure stood on the top of the mountain like a stone monument of an ancient king, full of menace.
"I am the servant of the secret fire, harnessing the fire of Anor." He leaned down like a cloud and roared at the orc cubs on the city wall: "Don't even think of your vicious arrows and crossbows sticking to a piece of my sleeve!"
This group of orcs were frightened by his god-like roar. Their hands and feet became weak and they forgot to shoot.
The unstrung arrows were also blown away by the sudden burst of white light from the wizard's body.
"Gandalf!"
Dragon Byrne rode Nahal, and light swept from behind him.
"Are you OK?"
The Dragonborn raised an astonishingly huge shield like a door panel and pressed it against their heads.
The wizard's swollen figure returned to his normal state.
He said.
"Ocrianum, the situation is urgent. We need to break through the city gate as soon as possible, otherwise the elves and dwarves will suffer heavy casualties."
Listening to the tinkling sound of arrows overhead, Dragon Byrne understood that the orcs on the city wall had recovered.
He glanced at the wizard hesitantly.
Look again at the coalition forces that have entered the range of the orcs on the city wall.
He nodded heavily.
Nahar seemed to know his thoughts. The huge golden horse hoofs were raised. One person and one horse stepped on the golden light of the morning and rushed to the gate of Annuminas.
The half-orcs who reacted immediately poured a rain of arrows onto the black-haired dragonborn's head.
But they were all left behind by Nahar's lightning speed. And the huge heavy shield held by the black-haired dragonborn was bounced away.
In addition, the elves were not idle either. They opened their long bows one after another, and the arrows accurately landed on the heads of the orcs on the city wall.
A large number of orcs without armor or helmets were pierced through the head by the arrows of the elves and fell from the high city wall.
So these panicked orcs targeted the elves and dwarves again.
The fighting began.
The city gate of Annuminas is made of fine iron. The steel pillars are timeless and the rivets on the door are even slightly shining.
It can be seen that the magic of the elves is still working.
"Hey Lord Hal, please give me a helping hand."
Dragon Byrne yelled.
The Holy Spirit immediately stood up, with golden horse hooves raised high.
As Nahal's huge golden horse hoof fell, the silver-white heavy hammer Gladios in Dragon Byrne's hand struck the city gate made of fine iron with the sound of wind and thunder.
When.
The scalp-numbing loud noise was like thunder, shaking the elves, dwarves and even orcs on the battlefield to stagger.
Everyone looked in the direction of the city gate in fear.
I saw a flash of white light, and the thick city gate built by the ancient Númenóreans shattered under the dual power of the black-haired dragonborn and Nahar.
"Knights of the elves and dwarves!"
Galdo, who had been wandering on both sides of the river valley and lined up, his eyes lit up.
"charge!"
As the melodious and surging horns of the elves were blown, 500 elven knights and 200 dwarf horned sheep cavalry started running from slow to fast.
They followed the passage vacated by the dwarf guards and rushed straight into the city gate blasted open by Dragon Byrne.
The half-orcs who were unable to escape along the way had their heads cut off by the sharp blades of the elven cavalry galloping over.
His head was crushed by the heavy hammer of the dwarf horned sheep cavalry behind him.
These cowardly and ferocious creatures of corruption screamed and fled in all directions.
They were completely frightened.
Such a heavy city gate was shattered to pieces with just one blow from the black-haired dragonborn and the Holy Spirit under his crotch.
"Monster! The silver monster is here again, run away for your life!"
The screams of terror spread rapidly among the orcs like a plague.
The cavalry of the elves and dwarves rushed towards the inner city of Annuminas along the bloody path created by Dragon Burn.
Anuminas has been abandoned for thousands of years. I once again thought of the passionate shouts of killing.
In addition, Dragon Bone holds a shield in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand. With the help of the Holy Spirit Nahar, he rushed up the city wall from the stairs near the city gate.
These short, hateful and ugly creatures could not stop this man-and-horse killing god.
I saw Nahal's huge golden horse hoofs, one on each side. With a hard step, he decisively crushed the dirty and ugly heads of the two orcs.
Dragon Byrne let out an angry war cry, and the terrifying sound made all the orcs on the city wall tremble.
Duo.
I don't know which unlucky guy, his hand trembled, and a short black orc arrow hit the kite-shaped shield in Dragon Byrne's hand.
This arrow was like cold water flowing into hot oil, instantly starting a violent killing spree.
One man and one horse immediately adjusted their direction, and the tank crashed into the place where the orcs were the most like a herd of sheep.
Countless dwarf and ugly orcs screamed wildly, and were directly hit by the huge Nahal, breaking their bones and tendons, and were thrown flying.
The courageous orcs opened their short bows without fear of death, and shot at the black-haired dragonborn and Nahar tremblingly, but they were protected by Dragon Byrne with a shield.
As he waved Gladios, the heavy warhammer collided with the orc's ugly head, and a cloud of disgusting colors suddenly burst out.
As he opened his mouth and spat out, a blazing dragon flame suddenly erupted, burning all the orcs on this section of the wall like a plow!
Now the morale of the orcs collapsed.
The second-in-command of the spire master screamed, dropped the body of master Grimmas, and ran away without looking back.
Affected by this, a large number of terrified orcs also dropped their weapons and jumped down from the tall city wall screaming.
Thorin and Gandalf looked in astonishment at the black-haired dragonborn who was like a man possessed by Tokas and was killing everyone on the tall wall of Annuminas with incomparable courage. They couldn't help but cheer up and led a thousand elves and A coalition of eight hundred dwarves entered this ancient Númenórean city.
