It seemed that the arrival of reinforcements from the Dúnedain also brought good luck.
After the coalition army marched rapidly eastward for more than five hours, the coalition forces of elves, dwarves and humans arrived at the southern mountains of Beigang.
This is a mountainous area that is lower than the Dusk Hills. Like the Twilight Hills, Beigang is covered with moss, and there are almost no towering trees. Some are dwarf hollies, yellow willows, beechs, shrubs and other common tree species in the north.
Fornost Ellain, the former capital of the northern human kingdom Arthedain, is located on a hill with an altitude of over 100 meters at the southernmost end of the mountain range.
A grand avenue leads directly to the ruins of the capital of the old northern human kingdom.
That is the north-south highway that runs through Central Continent.
For many epochs, all good people on the Central Continent have used this avenue built by the ancient ancestors to travel to and from various places and communicate with each other.
But now, as the shadows in the sky become thicker and the nights become longer, most people no longer dare to go out of their homes alone. The demonic shadow from the east gradually shrouded everyone's heads, although many people were not aware of it yet.
And Fornost, located at the end of the North-South Avenue, has long been turned into a pile of ruins.
Apart from scavenging crows and vultures, there is not a single living thing in the once magnificent city. Between the broken walls, various corpses and bones were openly exposed in the air.
Although the sun has already risen, the midday sun is still unable to completely dispel the shadows here.
Between the broken walls, an eerie atmosphere spreads, as if countless pairs of cold eyes are watching you.
"I don't like it here."
Fenner said.
In fact, no one likes this place. Apart from death and the gloomy cold wind, there is no breath of living things. It seems that the orcs have already given up here.
The elven rangers who went to investigate confirmed this.
"Except for the corpses and bones all over the ground, I couldn't find any living orcs," he said.
"They ran away."
cried Thorin, astride a mighty horned sheep. "The failure of Annuminas made them horrified and frightened. They knew that a force of justice was rising, and the evil and depraved orcs were nothing more than a mantis under this force! So these guys took advantage of the moonlight to fight all night long. They ran away and never dared to look back! That’s how they are! Cowardly and cunning, it’s not surprising.”
Gandalf looked at the ruined ancient city on the hills from the distance and frowned deeply.
"Thorin is right. The orcs who occupied this place have fled, but the shadow still shrouds this ancient capital. A ghastly and terrifying force lurks in the deepest parts of the ruins. They have an influence on all living creatures and strangers. Tigers stare eagerly, they feed on fear, but are afraid of the sun, they are ghosts between the living and the dead.”
What the wizard said was a bit scary. The elves and dwarves seemed to see evil ghosts peering at them from dark corners, preparing to drag them into the world of the dead.
Thorin shuddered and his expression became more gloomy.
"Dwarves would rather fight trolls than look into the eyes of these terrible ghosts! This is not something we can deal with. I suggest that we just let them rot forever. The living should not disturb the world of the dead!"
Arazon's expression was also solemn.
He said.
"The humans in the north and our legends believe that this place is haunted. The souls of the dead linger here, nostalgic for everything in their lives! The Dúnedain will not enter this city of the dead unless necessary."
"Then why do the orcs dare to choose to stay here?" Galdo said in surprise: "Aren't they afraid of the ghosts here?"
The horse under the elf's crotch seemed to feel the cold and malicious eyes in this city. It kept poking its hooves, snoring, and refused to move forward.
"Because these ghosts were born from the evil magic of the sorcerer Angmar Witch-King! They are the same person as the master behind the orcs!"
The words of the gray-robed wizard were like a shadow, crossing everyone's hearts.
Dragon Byrne also felt the coldness in the depths of Fornost, but the dragon's blood also made him not afraid of the evil here. He vaguely felt that his dragon flame would be the nemesis of these ghosts. .
Nahar is a holy thing, and it is very disgusted with the evil in this place. It said: "The stench of necromancy in this ruin can be smelled even from a hundred leagues away."
So Dragon Byrne asked the gray-robed wizard on the side. "So, Gandalf, what's your opinion?"
"Let us ignore this city of the dead."
The wizard said: "Our target is the orcs lingering in the north. Since they have abandoned this place, Fornost Ellain is no threat to our trip. Because the ghosts wandering here cannot leave their burial places." The Land of Bones, this is the place of their power and their prison. Unless someone can break the curse inside, these dead souls can rest in peace."
"So."
Under everyone's gaze, Dragon Byrne only pondered for a moment before having an idea.
The situation now facing the coalition forces is very simple. The orcs of Annuminas have been wiped out, and the orcs of Fornost have also collapsed on their own. Only time and the vast Eton Wasteland are left in front of Karndum and the coalition forces.
"Galdor, lead the elven cavalry to track down and eliminate the orcs who have escaped here. Make sure they cannot join up with Azog of Karndum!"
"As you command, my lord."
Galdo said loudly, and then all the elven cavalry, under his leadership, spread out to the east and north, tracking and encircling the orcs scattered here.
Thorin and Arasorn looked solemn. Everyone knew that the final moment was coming, and a restless atmosphere spread among the coalition forces.
The nominal commander of the coalition forces, the black-haired dragonborn Dragonborn, shouted in the sun, his voice high and powerful.
"All the troops are heading north! We must get to that dangerous stronghold before more orcs regroup with Karndum!
Before that, no stopping or rest is allowed.
We must race against time!
bring it on! bring it on! Warriors, forget your comfortable bed and last night’s sweet mead.
Let's get on our mounts, take steps, and march to the north! A glorious destiny awaits us ahead! "
The Dragonborn's speech was inspiring, and the holy Na'har stood up deeply moved.
The golden sunlight shines on the silver-white man and horse, which is extremely sacred.
The coalition forces were greatly encouraged.
Then the melodious and thick horn sound was blown.
All set out on a long expedition;
A race against time.
No one can stop or rest before everyone's eyes see the rugged and dangerous peaks of Mount Angmar. Everyone is working hard to go north, north, and north again.
No one, including the short-legged dwarves, complained as the coalition forces had to reach this evil force before more orcs could regroup at the Dark Lord's servants at Karn'dum, the largest stronghold in the north. The fortress.
But they didn't know yet that this expedition would not go as smoothly as they had expected.
Because more shadows are gathering.
In the air, the smell of decay and the cold wind blowing from the north permeated everyone's hearts.
There were constant dark clouds in the sky, and there were terrible thunder and lightning shining on the thick clouds, as if it was the end of the world.
Rivendell.
Lothlórien.
Mirkwood.
The elven lords of these three places smelled the news of this destined glorious "expedition" in the north from the ubiquitous flowing wind of Arda earlier than the news came back from Arwen.
"Our kin to the west are on a difficult expedition."
Galadriel said to her husband: "I can feel that the strings of fate have been plucked. Elves, dwarves, and humans are all involved. The war has never been so imminent as it is today! Maybe we should prepare, so as to act as a trumpet When the sound comes, the elves of Karaskarazon will not be at a loss and panic."
Celeborn, the husband of Queen Galadriel, nodded and looked toward the northeast, with a trace of regret and confusion on his handsome face.
He said.
"Elrond of Rivendell may accept this fate without hesitation, but our compatriots in the Woodland Kingdom of Mirkwood are obviously not so willing to heed the call of the Ancient Covenant, which worries me."
The queen of the forest dwellers, the beautiful and noble Lady Galadriel walked barefoot to the balcony of the royal court.
Karathgarathon, the capital of Lothlórien, a beautiful city built on giant trees appears on the page.
Under the golden turtle tree, the elves' swaying silver lamps, the sparkling fountains, and the stairs hidden among the branches and jungles are all like a beautiful picture, imprinted in everyone's heart and unforgettable forever.
"Thranduil has a long-standing rift with the Durin dwarves, which has cast a shadow on his wise heart. He will struggle with confusion and relief, but in the end, the Woodland Kingdom will still answer this call. No need Worry."
The queen of the tree people is so beautiful. She has a diamond-decorated crown on her forehead and a robe as white as snow. On the ring finger of her right hand, the elegant brilliance of the water ring is looming.
Eyes as bright as stars seem to have passed through the long river of history and seen the fate of many people.
"What I'm more worried about is that the mortals of Shouding have forgotten the ancient covenant. Gondor and Rohan will not respond to this call, and this will cast a shadow on their fate."
Celeborn walked to his wife and looked down at their kingdom with her.
"We can't ask for more. Mortals have their own fate. The era of elves is destined to pass, and the era of mortals is about to come. But if the humans and hussars in the south cannot seize this opportunity, then they cannot complain about the injustice of their fate."
Galadriel nodded, agreeing with her husband.
At the same time, she also said: "The Dúnedain participated in this expedition, the glory of Western mankind will be continued on them, and the ancient kingdom will usher in their new king."
Celeborn also agreed with his wife's statement. "Yes, but that's in the near future."
Galadriel fell silent.
Therefore, the elves of Lothlórien were secretly preparing, waiting for the ancient call.
At the same time, this scene also happened in Rivendell on the other side of the Misty Mountains.
The wise Elrond also foresaw the coming battle. He ordered his subjects to prepare their horses and bows and wait for the day when the trumpet was blown.
Only our King of the Woodland Kingdom, Thranduil, has become more and more irritable these days.
He often wanders alone on the forest path and thinks.
It seems that we have encountered some problem that is difficult to solve.
As if the eyes of the stars were overflowing and lost their sparkle, the whole day was either filled with worries or spent in a state of irritability and restlessness.
This worried Legolas Greenleaf, the prince of the Woodland Kingdom and son of Thranduil.
But when he asked the king kindly, he was angrily scolded by the king and was not allowed to ask any more questions.
Legolas could only worry about the growing irritability of his father, the King of the Woodland Kingdom.
at the same time.
Dolgudu in the darkness has already begun to take action.
Because the raven passed the information back to the elves before they learned about the dragonborn.
And so the enemy, whom none of us knew by name and whom many thought was dead, summoned his loyal, evil servants.
"Go north."
A formless shadow issues his evil orders in the darkness.
"Kill the Son of Destiny who has dragon fire in his eyes."
Nine black knights with no shadows and no aura of the living immediately flew out of the eerie demon nest. They rode on giant black beasts that looked like horses, roaring hoarsely, and marched all the way to the north.
Wherever it passes, the green grass becomes withered and the leaves are covered with frost.
At this time, Mislongde's offensive and defensive battle had just begun.
However, what no one knew was that the formless shadow soon regretted it, because it felt that another force had joined the increasingly chaotic Middle-earth, and that was the light of Valinor in the West.
Even though it was thousands of miles away, that sacred aura still stung its evil spiritual sense. It roared in the darkness with fright and anger, trembling non-stop, and could hardly condense.
So when Dragon Byrne's "March of Glory" commands.
This formless evil will almost didn't hesitate at all, and immediately disappeared deeper. The slaves of Dol Guldur no longer even felt the presence of their master.
They screamed and wailed in fear deep in Dol Guldur, thinking that their evil master had abandoned them.
The miserable sound even reached the depths of the dark forest and was noticed by the elves living here.
The elves informed the king of the Woodland Kingdom about the changes in the south, and Thranduil became even more restless.
He ordered the guards to close all roads and not allow the elves of the Woodland Kingdom to go out again until the dark wave passed.
This caused strong dissatisfaction with the elf prince Legolas Greenleaf.
At that time, it was the critical moment when the Dragonborn led the coalition of elves, humans and dwarves to run sleeplessly and march into the vast and lonely Eton Wasteland.
The sun rises and the moon sets.
The sky is covered with stars and the morning breeze is blowing.
As the army moved deeper and deeper into the dry and desolate Eton Wasteland, the vegetation became less and less, and the temperature became lower and lower.
finally.
After Tyrion and Yaryn alternated again, a continuous snow-white mountain range suddenly appeared in the eyes of the coalition forces!
That's the mountains of Angmar.
Karndum is located here!
