That night.
The work of exterminating the remaining orcs was unexpectedly cumbersome and difficult.
The winner was decided almost at noon when the sun was at its strongest, but until the stars began to rise at night, sporadic battles still broke out in various corners of the city.
This was led by the Dúnedain who knew the terrain well.
Arathorn and his people spent almost an afternoon helping the elves and dwarves to find these fallen creatures who were naturally capable of burrowing out of this magnificent city built by the ancient Númenóreans and chop off their heads.
They were busy until Tyrion was high in the sky, and the sporadic fighting gradually subsided.
However, even Arathorn believes that there are more orcs lurking in the dark corners of the city. Unless there is another day and night, these hateful guys can be completely cleaned up.
But it was obvious that the coalition forces did not have so much time to delay here, so after a full day of hunting and strangulation was hurriedly concluded, Dragon Byrne issued an order to drink.
Although it's just a small bag of mead, plus the elves' marching rations, lambas.
——This is a crispy biscuit with a very special taste. It is brown on the outside and cream on the inside. As long as it is completely wrapped in elf leaves, it can be stored for a long time.
It is rich in nutrients, nourishes the will, provides endurance, can replenish the energy of the eater, speed up the recovery of injuries, and "allow people to control muscles and limbs in a way beyond ordinary people." One piece is enough to support a whole day's trek.
Later, Galadriel of the Golden Forest gave Elambas to Frodo and the members of the Fellowship of the Ring. Fortunately, Frodo and Sam were able to reach Mount Doom.
This is what he said.
"If victory cannot be celebrated, what is the meaning of victory? Tomorrow there may be more difficulties and sorrows to greet us, but at least today we are together! Friends, let us hold up the wine bags in our hands and take a sip, Then have a good sleep, tomorrow’s journey is waiting for us.”
The dragonborn's speech was warmly welcomed by the dwarves.
These enthusiastic men gathered together, put down their axes and warhammers, and started singing and laughing loudly under the bright moonlight and starlight in the sky.
It seems that no matter how difficult the environment is, it can't extinguish the fire in their hearts.
"You're getting better at talking."
Gandalf, who was sitting with the black-haired dragonborn, the dwarf prince, Arathorn and the elf Galdor, smoked his beloved long-leaf tobacco and put his pointed hat aside.
"Like a true king."
This topic was a bit sensitive, and everyone looked over immediately.
At this moment, they are in the innermost city of Annuminas, in an abandoned hall in the Ring of Kings where the round spire, the Chamber of Elendil, is located.
It looks like it should be the place where the king of the ancient Númenóreans asked his subjects to rest when they summoned them.
The dwarves sat around the outermost courtyard, laughing loudly, making noises, and singing ditties from their hometown.
Except for those who were on sentry duty, most of the elves were quietly distributed in the various abandoned rooms and courtyards of the King's Ring, as if the morning's battle had nothing to do with them.
It is more than 400 feet away from the lower city area.
Annuminas is not as good as Minas Tirith in this regard, because the highest royal court of Minas Tirith in Gondor in the south is 700 feet high from the lowest gate.
This is almost a level of despair for mortals.
If humans hadn't given up on that magnificent city, it would have been almost impossible for any outside force to break into such a city with such amazing defenses.
In fact.
Even though it has been abandoned for many years, this tower, which represents the most glorious era and creation of northern mankind, still contains amazing magic. Here, the air seems to be frozen.
The windows on the huge white tower were like pairs of deep eyes, as if the majestic gaze of the late king was watching them through endless years.
Coupled with the huge foundation stone and the towering spire, it all gives people a heavy sense of history.
This was also the reason why Grimas did not dare to desecrate the tower in the end.
There is a power that makes it uneasy, a power that makes it fear and covet, which ultimately forces it not to dare to cast its greedy and evil eyes on this Tower of the Past Kings.
Even if it ridiculously calls itself the Master of the Spire.
ah.
I say all this because the tower and the city will play a very important role in Dragon Bone's long life.
It's just that the Dragonborn has not yet planned to announce it to the public.
"A king?"
Even just sitting there, Dragon Byrne's tall body put great pressure on Thorin and Arasorn.
In particular, they all witnessed or indirectly heard that during the day, the dragonborn single-handedly broke through the gates of Annuminas, used dragon roars and dragon flames to eliminate no less than 200 orcs, and directly destroyed them. An amazing sight for morale.
“There is no king without subjects.”
The black-haired dragonborn's voice came faintly, with a hint of carelessness, and seemed to be confused as to why the wizard said that.
But neither Thorin nor Arathorn dared to ignore the Dragonborn's words.
King?
The dwarf prince and the human ranger looked at each other without saying a word.
Especially Arazon, since the wizard said these words, he could clearly feel a pressure gathering on his shoulders from all directions.
Thinking of the proverb he said during the day, Arasorn said with great happiness: "The Dúnedain are grateful to the Silver King for regaining one of the brightest pearls in the history of Western mankind. But the royal power of Valandil's lineage has long been lost. Lost! The descendants of Isildur will not claim any royal power! If the Silver King is willing to restore this city to its original glory, the Dúnedain will be happy to see the birth of a new king!"
"My friends, why do you misunderstand? I didn't mean it. Isn't this just a drunk chat among friends?"
Dragon Byrne only felt a fire burning in his heart, and the idea on the top of the Twilight Hills became increasingly clear. But he had a firm grip.
This is not the right time.
He said so in his heart.
He glared at the wizard accusingly.
He smiled and said to Arathorn and Thorin: "These are just the drunken words of the wizard, and no one needs to take them seriously."
Gandalf just smiled and took a puff of his cigarette without continuing the topic.
But even so, Thorin and Arasorn both present vaguely felt a fact.
That is, Anumina's authority changed at this moment.
The Dúnedain no longer claim the city.
Perhaps they can still come and go freely into the city to visit and pay homage to the tombs of their ancestors.
But it is undeniable that the brightest pearl of the northern human kingdom will no longer be the private property of the Dúnedain.
However, compared to humans who were at a loss, after thinking about the causes and consequences of this incident, the dwarves seemed to feel that it was not an unacceptable thing, so they did not say anything about it.
And the elves are even more happy to see this happen.
Their steps have been exactly the same since the shipbuilder Cirdan brought the black-haired dragonborn back from the seaside.
If the Dragonborn thinks he deserves a crown, then why not?
So, from beginning to end, Elf Galdo sat there quietly without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.
In the end, Arasorn was the only one struggling and uneasy. He seemed to feel the eyes of countless former kings falling on him.
However, when he finished speaking those words, Arazon couldn't help but feel relaxed and relieved.
The Dúnedain have long since lost their glory and are now just following the tide. The late king knew and could not blame himself. In particular, he remembered everything he had seen in his dream before.
Human beings are also one of them.
he thought.
The sharp eyes regained their excitement.
If you never have it, what is there to regret when you lose it?
Thus, in the dark eyes of the gray-robed wizard, a far-reaching decision was hastily made as the night shrouded the Ring of King Annuminas.
That night.
Fenna, who heard about this, found the black-haired dragonborn who was admiring the majestic Chamber of Elendil under the starlight.
She asked, "Ocrianum, do you want to be a king?"
Dragon Byrne didn't answer her.
Instead, she pointed at the majestic tower that exuded bursts of light under the pale moonlight and said, "Fenna, if I give it to you, can it be comparable to the elven gems?"
Fenna was stunned for a moment.
There was a trace of uncontrollable joy on the elf's beautiful face.
"cannot."
She said: "Although this thing is magnificent, doesn't it belong to the king? How can it be used as a precious gift to give to others?"
"But what if the king wants it?"
There was a smile on Dragon Byrne's lips, and his golden vertical pupils were like two beautiful ambers in the moonlight.
Fenner blinked.
"But I prefer it to be a unique gift, rather than a cold thing that doesn't know whether it's hot or cold and won't move."
The black-haired dragonborn was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"you're right."
He turned around and took the female elf's hand, just like she held his hand. "That's what I thought. It's not a suitable gift."
Fenna's face turned a little red and a little happy.
So the bud of love took root in the hearts of the two of them, just like thousands of crazy men and women in the world, it came out of the blue and at the right time.
the next day.
As soon as the genius was bright, the coalition forces had already set off.
Dragon Born left 100 elves and 2 Dúnedain rangers here to eliminate the remaining orcs.
The remaining people went straight to the last orc stronghold in Fornost.
Two hours after the army set off, the Galdorians in the vanguard sent back a message.
"We encountered a group of Dúnedain who claimed to be the people of Arathorn, led by Hal Barad."
Arasorn was extremely happy when he heard this.
He said: "Halbalad did not disappoint me. He brought reinforcements."
Dragon Byrne, who was riding on Nahal, glanced at him and asked the elf who came to report: "How many people are there in total?"
The elf replied: "They are all on horseback, one hundred and twenty in number."
Dragon Byrne nodded, and he said to Arathorn: "In that case, let Arathorn, the son of Arado, lead this group of people. I believe that the bravery of the Dúnedain will definitely make the evil suffer. !”
"It is so, my lord."
Arathorn said seriously: "Our swords will defend the light. This is the oath of all of us!"
