“…At first, the coalition offensive went very smoothly;
Dragon Byrne, the one we would later call the Silver King.
He and the Holy Spirit Nahal are like Oromi in the world (some say Tuokas)!
One man and one horse rushed up Mount Angmar and destroyed the tower on the left.
The orcs of Karn'dum were too frightened to face the dragonborn's wrath.
The coalition forces are extremely excited!
...Dragon Byrne and the Nine Knights fought together, and the thunderous roars and terrifying screams echoed on the top of the Angmar Mountains!
Thorin Oakenshield was the first to rush to the city!
He and Dwalin bravely wielded their war hammers and axes, killing off batch after batch of orcs.
Except for the Dúnedain Arathorn and Halbarad, no one can compare with the military exploits of the dwarf prince and his cousin that day...
Corpse demon!
A lot of wights!
They emerged from the deepest depths of Carn Dum. Swords, axes and hammers could not harm them. The wizard Gandalf raised his staff and drove back a large number of these filthy creatures!
Ocrianum!
He shouted the Elven name of the Silver King.
Look behind you, there are too many enemies for us to handle! It's time for us to retreat!
As a result, Dragon Byrne broke away from the battle with the Nine Knights, used his dragon flames to destroy the pursuing corpse monsters, and saved the coalition leaders including Thorin and Arathorn!
Since then, the first offensive and defensive battle of Karndum has come to an end.
August 30, 2931 of the Third Era. "
——"The Battle of Karndum" Anonymous
Three days have passed since that day, when the coalition forces retreated from the dark walls of Karndum and retreated to the ice-cold hills of Ais-Help-Ruth, twenty leagues from Mount Angmar.
During these three days, the leaders of the coalition forces argued again and again over the issue of whether to withdraw their troops.
Every time, everyone was so noisy that they almost jumped to a duel.
ah.
We are talking about dwarves and wizards.
Because the dwarves were almost at the forefront and bore the brunt of the raging corpse monsters, the Turin dwarves suffered the heaviest losses in this battle.
The horned sheep cavalry were almost completely wiped out, mainly because many of the horned sheep ran away.
A quarter of the Dwarven Guard was lost.
Coupled with the previous battle of Mislongde.
Out of more than 3,500 dwarves, nearly 1,500 people have been lost.
You must know that these are the elite of the Turin dwarves. For Thorin Oakenshield, whose country has been ruined and his family is ruined, this is almost the last trump card for the continuation of the Turin royal family.
Now that more than a third of it was gone all at once, how could he not feel distressed?
The Dúnedain were also of a sparse race, and one of them died one after another, so Arathorn also said with a solemn expression that he might be able to retreat temporarily.
Only the elves explicitly objected.
At this time, the representative of the elves is Fenna. The northern elves she led also suffered heavy losses in the previous battle.
But compared to the dwarves who charged forward, the elves' losses were relatively smaller.
There were a thousand elves, and after the war there were still more than 700 elves who could continue to fight.
Plus.
The female chef knew that the Dragonborn, who had been silent since he retreated from the battlefield that day, was actually resisting retreat. This was evident from the fact that he would ride Nahar from time to time and stop to look at the Angmar Mountains in the horizon. Can be known.
However, Fenna's point of view failed to convince the stubborn dwarf.
Arathorn on the human side didn't think it was a good idea to continue the siege, so the two sides reached a stalemate.
As for the wizard.
Well.
His behavior was even stranger.
While the gray-robed wizard argued loudly with the stubborn dwarves and objected to retreating, he secretly admitted that it was a stupid thing to attack Karndum, which was already on guard, with the current strength.
This made both the elves and dwarves very dissatisfied, thinking that the wizard was the head of the rat and could not be trusted.
The angry Gandalf turned around and attacked both the elves and dwarves at the same time.
In this way, the leaders of the coalition forces quarreled for three days. If it weren't for the dragonborn pressing down on them, the dwarf and the wizard, who were the most noisy, might have come to blows.
I mean, one-sided hammer blow.
At the same time, the morale of the coalition forces was extremely low.
From time to time, dwarves and humans recalled the terrifying figure of the corpse demon in their dreams, and then woke up, speaking nonsense that no one else could understand.
These farces will not subside until the driven wizard or dragonborn successfully calms these frightened poor people using magic or the power of Elessa's gem.
Only the firstborn sons and daughters of Ilúvatar still maintain their elegance and dignity as they have for thousands of years.
The elves are also sad, but not desperate.
They hastily buried some compatriots who were seriously injured and could not receive medical treatment, and sang sad songs to bid them farewell, looking forward to seeing them again in the Hall of Mandos.
Overall, a sense of pessimism hangs over the coalition.
No one blames the Dragonborn, though.
Because Dragon Byrne is not only the nominal commander of the coalition forces.
Moreover, in the battle three days ago, the Dragonborn almost single-handedly withstood the enemy's most powerful Nine Knights, and also destroyed a dangerous tower, successfully containing most of the firepower for the coalition forces, and providing a solid foundation for the coalition forces. Siege provides extremely good environment and conditions.
If it weren't for the enemy behind them releasing an army of evil and filthy zombies.
In the battle three days ago, the coalition forces were able to capture the dangerous fortress of Karndum.
Even so.
Finally, the coalition forces are at the rear;
After the war, it was still us, the nominal commander of the army, who treated the injured elves, dwarves and humans.
Therefore, from Thorin and Arasorn to the dwarves and humans at the bottom, no one can ask for more from the Dragonborn.
I just regretted why I couldn't hold on longer.
Even radical ones still think that if the coalition forces could have launched a counterattack at that time, the outcome might not be what it is today.
But that's the way things are.
No regrets if you lose.
At that time, most of the coalition forces were in chaos and were unable to issue effective orders, resulting in a missed opportunity for a counterattack.
finally.
After another pointless argument.
Dragon Byrne spoke.
"I am very grateful to the dwarves of Turin for their efforts these days. Thorin Oakenshield, you are worthy of the name of a warrior! Now, I admit that your oath has been fulfilled, and the dwarves do not have to continue to bleed here! Go home, Thorin , you have shed enough blood. May your return journey be smooth."
The Dragonborn may be taciturn on weekdays, but when he speaks, no one can ignore his words. The unexpected order not only stunned the red-faced dwarf prince who was arguing with the wizard.
At the same time, the next words made Arazon stand up directly and kneel down on one knee.
"Similarly, Arathorn, son of Arador. I have seen the heroic struggle of the Dúnedain, and I am grateful! So here, I recognize your oath! Arathorn, my friend, your The obligation has been completed, go home, don’t let your women and children lose their husbands, sons, and fathers!”
After this period of close communication with Nahar, Dragon's Elvish language has become much better. He can speak fluently and sincerely, and he doesn't know how many times he has practiced it in secret.
"My lord, why do you say this? The Dúnedain have sworn to fight for you, and that oath has never wavered! The women and children of the Dúnedain will only rejoice when their husbands, sons, and fathers bravely serve a The noble and respected kings sacrificed their lives! But we hate the cowards who escape in battle! We are willing to fight for you to the last man, but I only ask that you take back these heart-wrenching words."
As he spoke, the human ranger pulled out the royal sword of Arnor, which was as clear as autumn water, inserted it in front of him, and solemnly reiterated the oath of the Dúnedain people.
This made the Dragonborn unable to help but feel moved.
He hurriedly stepped forward to help the heroic warrior and said: "I just don't want the Dúnedain to shed all their precious blood on this barren land..."
Arazon raised his head, looked up at the majestic figure, and said seriously: "Life is naturally precious, but there are always things in this world worth protecting with life!"
Dragon Byrne's expression moved, but he did not speak.
The expression on Thorin's face next to him changed for a while, but in the end, he stood up, put one hand on his chest, and said in a low voice: "Please don't question the dwarf's belief in death, my lord!"
Plus Fenna representing the elves.
The opinions of the upper echelons of the coalition forces were once again unified.
Dragon Byrne looked around to make sure no one objected anymore, and then nodded slowly, his expression full of majesty.
At this time, the gray-robed wizard took out a pipe from nowhere and puffed out smoke rings while looking at the people in the room with a smile, an expression that I had already seen through.
Well, it's just annoying.
However, when the dwarves and Dúnedain walked out of the camp of the coalition commander, Gandalf deliberately stayed behind.
"My lord."
If it were said that the wizard had only guessed before.
Well, since the battle three days ago, when the black-haired dragonborn fought Nazgul, the most evil servant of the Dark Lord, he finally felt certain about the sacred aura on his body.
The man in front of him was the destined son appointed by the most holy Ilúvatar.
So his attitude became more respectful.
"Beautiful speech! You successfully restored a broken heart." The wizard praised and blew out a colorful smoke ring, which was magical.
Dragon Byrne looked at him strangely and said with a straight face: "Why do you think this is a speech? Can't it be my sincerity?"
"The bravery of Thorin and Arathorn is indeed worthy of my admiration! Their people have indeed shed enough blood. I allow them to retreat with honor. Is there any problem!"
"Then I was wrong."
The wizard noticed the dangerous signal in the king's eyes and wisely did not continue to dwell on this issue. Instead, he cleverly changed the subject and said: "Although the hearts of dwarves and humans have been calmed down now. But there is still one question, my grown ups."
"what is the problem?"
The Dragonborn, who had endured three days of endless quarrels, walked to the door of the camp and looked to the north.
Gandalf followed his example and stood at the door of the camp, looking in the direction of the Angmar Mountains. Over there, the majestic and gloomy dome of Carn'dum, the largest orc stronghold in the north, loomed.
"Our forces are insufficient, my lord, and we need more reinforcements."
Gandalf stared into Dragon Bourne's eyes unceremoniously, as if he was full of wisdom.
"Mithrandil."
The black-haired dragonborn sighed and called the wizard by the elf's name for the first time. "Has anyone ever said that you are really annoying?"
"My lord."
The wizard bent down deeply: "The kings don't like me, but they all need me."
