In fact, the moment the heavy city gate of Annuminas was shattered, the outcome of this war was already decided.
The loud noise like thunder even reached the depths of the Twilight Hills.
It startled a large flock of birds and beasts.
Arasorn, who was fighting in the city, watched in surprise as the orcs that had been pouring up in a steady stream receded like a tide, as if they had encountered something terrible.
Fenner's ears twitched.
She heard the familiar sound of bugles and the roaring gallop of cavalry.
"Ocrianum and the others have breached the city gate, and the coalition forces have entered the city." As the last arrow pierced the head of a fleeing orc, the female elf put away Galadlans.
"The orcs have been defeated. We have won this battle."
Arazon and his clan members breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed on the ground.
It can be seen that Arasorn's condition is not very good at the moment. A wound cuts across his left shoulder. If it were not for the set of Arnor royal mail he found from the orcs' warehouse, his left hand would have been removed at this moment. .
It was caused by the ax of an orc. At that time, he was only focused on entangled with an enemy in front of him, but he did not expect this cunning orc to attack from behind.
If the elves hadn't discovered it in time and shot the cunning Orc through the throat with an arrow, then such an Orc's ax would have directly cut off Arasorn's arm.
But even so, the orc's ax still hit his shoulder hard, almost dislocating his shoulder.
At this time, when he saw the orcs finally dropping their weapons in fear and fleeing in all directions, Asong's feet softened and he sat on the ground.
This was almost the most brutal battle he had ever encountered. The surroundings were piled with orc corpses, and filthy blood flowed all over the ground.
However, when he saw that the sword in his hand was still reflecting the light of Yaryn in the sky like autumn water.
Arazon couldn't help but feel fond of it.
This will become my family heirloom after the Holy Sword of Nasir.
he thought.
The injuries on my body don't even hurt that much anymore.
嘘嘚嘚.
The elven cavalry led by Galdo finally reached this side.
Seeing Fenner and Arazon safe and sound.
This brave and capable elf commander loudly said: "The coalition forces have entered the city, Arathorn, son of Arado. If the Dúnedain still have the strength, they may be able to help us find all the orcs hiding everywhere. Of course, If the Dúnedain need to rest, they can go near the city gate, where we have cleared a safe area."
Arathorn struggled to his feet.
The severe pain prevented him from wielding the sword, but he could only say: "Maybe I can no longer ride a war horse, but my people can complete this task for me."
So two intact Dúnedain rangers immediately stood up.
Galdor nodded and paid tribute to the heroic human ranger.
Then, under the leadership of these two human rangers who knew the terrain well, the elves continued to hunt down the orcs running around.
Fenna led Arathorn and a small group of injured elves to the city gate.
Seeing the dwarves and elves pouring into Annuminas, the killing storm on the city wall finally stopped.
Dragon Byrne and Nahal stand on the tall walls of Annuminas.
call.
Dragon Byrne exhaled, his powerful heart beating violently, and the blood in his body was rolling like molten lava.
"These filthy creatures are even more depraved and weak than before."
Nahal's huge golden horse's hooves paved the ground excitedly, as if he was still a little unsatisfied.
At the feet of one man and one horse, groups of orcs screamed in terror and cursed, and were overtaken by the dwarf guards and elven warriors led by Thorin.
"Kill all these dirty and ugly guys!"
Under the command of Thorin, the coalition forces formed a thick formation and rolled over where the orcs were the most.
This group of frightened orcs had no time to resist. Under a hail of bullets and arrows, they were strung together and shot into bloody gourds.
So the last resistance of the orcs suddenly hit the rocks like waves, shattering to pieces and never being able to be reunited again.
All the orcs were fleeing.
He was afraid of being overtaken by the dwarf scum and the pointy-eared stinky elves behind him.
Of course, what they were more afraid of was the figure standing on the high city wall, looking down at everyone.
"The silver demon! The mortal enemy of the orcs! He can breathe fire, roar, and use the Crusher to smash our heads into pieces. Run for your lives, everyone!"
"Curse Grimas! Curse that blind coward! He tricked us here to die! Oh, such a big fire, a terrible fire, my skin will be roasted!"
At least nearly two thousand orcs were like rabbits exploding their nests. They rolled and crawled away, throwing away their weapons, or crawled into the abandoned buildings of the ancient Númenóreans, or headed deeper and more dilapidated into Annuminas without looking back. ran to the city.
Dragon Byrne looked away.
As the large coalition forces led by Thorin entered the scene, all that was left was just the finishing work, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.
"Ocrianum."
Gandalf came galloping up the stairs of the wall on his great gray horse.
Dragon Byrne cast his eyes on the wizard.
Gandalf was severely shocked by the golden vertical eyes of the black-haired dragonborn who had just experienced a killing, and he immediately swallowed the words on his lips.
"Gandalf."
Looking at him strangely, the Dragonborn looked away and watched the dwarves and elves cleaning up the orcs in the city like plowing through holes. Suddenly, he asked.
"Will people accept a ruler who comes out of nowhere?"
The gray-robed wizard immediately raised his head and glanced at the Dragonborn riding Nahar in surprise.
He chose his words carefully and said: "No one will reject a wise king."
Curling his lips, Dragon Byrne asked.
"Including you?"
Gandalf immediately smiled wisely or cunningly, "Wizards are not elves or humans. They only accept the orders of Manwe, the Lord of Arda."
The two of them looked at each other, the cold and majestic golden vertical pupils vs. the gray eyes like stars. No one could do anything to the other.
Old fox.
Little Fox.
The two of them made a mental comment to each other at the same time.
However, in the end, the Dragonborn nodded and accepted the wizard's words.
Maia can only be a vassal of Valar. Dragon Byrne does not expect to have a Maia as his subordinate. This can actually be known from his name Nahal.
There is an equal relationship between him and the Holy Spirit. There is no situation where one is the master and the other is the slave.
Dragon Byrne said this just for what was to come.
This was a strong impulse and an immature idea that arose after he witnessed Anuminas, the magnificent city built by the ancient Númenóreans on the top of the Dusk Hills.
However, neither Dragon Bourne nor Gandalf made a tacit understanding and did not mention it again.
And Nahal obviously has his mission and ideas, and he doesn't care about the confrontation between the two.
"Dragon, let's go fight some more. It's too boring to stand here."
Dragon Byrne smiled and said, "Lord Hal, half-orcs are indeed depraved creatures. But if the number reaches a certain level, they will pose a certain threat to us."
"But the light will shine forever."
Nahar raised its front hooves and dropped them heavily, and a stream of sparks burst out from its hooves.
Dragon Byrne and Gandalf nodded at the same time, full of hope for the future.
At this time, the black-haired dragonborn saw a familiar figure.
"Fenna."
Nahal lowered his head and saw the tall and strong figure of the female elf leaping into view.
So it jumped, first to the stairs below, and then directly to the ground, as nimble as a rabbit.
"Are you hurt?"
Dragon Byrne got off the Holy Spirit's back and asked concernedly.
But thankfully, the answer he got was no.
"Then our hero is injured."
The black-haired dragonborn put down the shield and the Breaker in his hands, smiled and hugged Arathorn, the son of Arado.
The human ranger acted very strong, with a soft smile on his weather-beaten face, "Compared with the bravery of the Silver King, my injuries are nothing."
Arasorn had already seen the terrifying scene on the city wall. The dragon flames were still burning in some places, and a stench mixed with the smell of blood and burnt flesh almost filled the entire lower city.
Coupled with the broken city gate not far away, Arazon couldn't help but be in awe and didn't dare to take credit.
"Maybe I can help ease your pain."
The black-haired dragonborn let go of the strong human ranger, and he saw Arathorn's unnatural arms. So he stretched out his big hand and gently placed it on Alazon's shoulder.
A force full of vitality came from the Elessa gem on his collar and flowed into Arasorn's injured shoulder.
Arazon was surprised to find that the injury that had previously been stinging like fire actually felt cool, and the damaged meridians healed rapidly.
After a while, his arms moved freely.
"The hands of a king are the hands of a healer!"
Arathorn knelt down on one knee excitedly, kissed the dragonborn's hand, and said a Gondor proverb.
This made the gray-robed wizard behind him jump.
"No need for this!"
Dragon Byrne laughed loudly and pulled Arathorn up. He said sincerely: "This is not my credit. The gift from Princess Duskstar of Lothlórien allowed me to heal you. If you need gratitude, Please be grateful to her.”
Arasorn noticed the emerald green gem on the dragonborn's blue cloak and said in surprise: "Is it the Elessa gem? That is indeed a precious gift."
However, at the same time, he also said: "Princess Duskstar of Lothlorien is indeed a lady worthy of respect, but the kindness of the Silver King also needs to be remembered. The people of Dunedain will not forget this day. Because the ancient homeland has finally been With the restoration, all the Dúnedain can once again admire the glory of their ancestors."
Dragon Byrne's golden vertical pupils flashed, but in the end he patted Arasorn on the shoulder and said nothing.
Now that the human ranger was fine, the dragonborn began to help some other elves and even dwarves heal their injuries.
Watching these originally injured wounded heal quickly under the power of Elesa's gems. Dragon Byrne couldn't help but look down at the rhombus-shaped gemstone on his chest that was as green as a leaf in the sun, and a tall and beautiful figure naturally appeared in his mind.
"Hello."
Fenna stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, interrupting his thoughts. "This place stinks so bad, can't we move to another place?"
Dragon Byrne glanced down at her and smiled.
"Then let us drink in the city!" He raised Gladios the Broken and shouted under the light of Yareen. "This battle is won, cheers, warriors!"
Countless elves and dwarves heard the sound and cheered together.
