This evaluation is really... quite appropriate.
The Dragonborn, who had been holding a fire in his heart, couldn't help but smile a little.
The majestic aura like a blade on his body dropped a lot, and his golden vertical eyes even blinked playfully: "You are very self-aware, Mithrandir."
"Of course, the wizard is proud of himself, but he is not a fool. He never has been, my lord."
"Don't call me lord."
Dragon Byrne smiled heartily. This was the happiest smile he had ever had in these days. "You know I'm not yet!"
However, soon, the Dragonborn became serious again.
"You know the problem, Mithrandir, so what's your solution?"
"I can't bear it for a moment! Gandalf, you know what? When I think of Azog, that beast still showing off his power to me happily and freely, my heart is on fire!"
Dragon Byrne's majestic and cold golden vertical eyes stared at the wizard fiercely, and the flame of the oath burned in his eyes again.
"If you can't solve this problem, or the coalition forces can't cooperate, then I will go to Karndum alone and kill that filthy beast!"
The battle three days ago really changed a lot of things.
First of all, what the black-haired dragonborn can be sure of is that the threat to him from the Ringwraiths is much smaller than that from the Balrog.
Neither their fear aura nor their evil magic had any effect on him.
on the contrary.
However, the light of Valinor on the Holy Spirit Hal restrained them so tightly that they could not get close at all.
As a result, their superb swordsmanship and fighting skills are useless.
Then.
The dragon flames of the black-haired dragonborn also had great power over them.
In fact, Dragon Byrne underestimated the dragon's bloodline a little too much.
If dragons really didn't matter, the story of The Hobbit wouldn't happen at all.
One Smaug can make all the powers in Middle-earth fearful, let alone a dragonborn blessed by Ilúvatar.
Among the Nazgul, only the Witch King of Angmar poses a certain threat to him.
Therefore, Dragon Byrne has been weighing in his mind, what is the chance of winning if he really blocks the orcs' door alone.
The gray-robed wizard also became serious.
His eyes fell on the horn around Dragon Byrne's waist.
It was made of white shell, inlaid with gold on both ends, exuding a soft light in the sun.
This is the trumpet of the Lord of Waters - Ulumuri!
"Ocriam, do you know the story of the ancient elves uniting the dwarves and humans to fight against the dark enemy?"
"You mean?"
Dragon Byrne raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Blow the sacred trumpet Urumuri, my lord!"
The wizard put down his pipe, his rickety figure instantly became taller, and his old face was sacred and radiant, like a king.
"Initiate the ancient covenant, call on the former allies, the respected silver king! They will gather under your command to completely drive away darkness and evil from this land!"
Dragon Byrne's eyes widened.
August 30, 2931 of the Third Era.
midsummer.
this day.
West to Mithlond (Grey Harbor)
East to Iron Hills.
North to Mirkwood.
South to Gondor.
All the creatures on the Central Continent heard a blast of horns from ancient times.
The sound was so loud and majestic.
Almost all the elves, dwarves, orcs, and Ents who heard this voice recalled those turbulent years in ancient times and recalled the great moment when all the creatures on the continent united under the same banner and fought bravely.
then.
Deep in the lush forests of Lothlórien, the melodious and surging horns of the elves sounded again on this day.
This is the first time since the final alliance between humans and elves at the end of the Second Age that the elves of Karasgarathon have reappeared in the world.
Galadriel and Celeborn in the Golden Forest were the first to respond to the call of the Ancient Covenant.
They sent an army across the Golden Iris, through the mountain passes, and across the Misty Mountains to join Elrond on the other side.
Yes.
After Lothlórien, Rivendell was the second to answer the call of the divine trumpet.
Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, sent Glorfindel, the only Elf in recorded history to be resurrected and sent back to Middle-earth.
Also traveling with him were his two twin sons. Elladan and Elrohir.
Then.
Miss Longde.
Cirdan did not hesitate to send another team led by Gemir and headed north.
Mirkwood.
Woodland Kingdom.
Thranduil listened to the mighty horn sound from the horizon with a stiff face, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sculpture.
"My lord!"
Legolas Greenleaf rushed in with a surprised look on his face: "What is this sound? Why do I feel so excited when I hear it? I feel a voice calling me, telling me to head north! But how is this possible? I Never heard this sound before!"
Only then did Thranduil wake up from his shock.
He loudly scolded his only son, thinking that he had lost the etiquette of a prince in the Woodland Kingdom, and kicked him out.
So Legolas was decisively blocked from the king's palace by the guards. His handsome face was anxious, and his heart was filled with uneasiness.
Gondor.
The ruler at that time was Turgon, son of Turin II, father of Ecthelion, and grandfather of Denethor II, the twenty-sixth and last governor of Gondor.
This ruling king is neither wise nor stupid. Mediocrity is his best indication.
Under his rule, the people of Gondor saw no more happiness, but they also did not encounter more misfortune.
On this day, the people of the once glorious Holy City looked at the sky in surprise, feeling a little uneasy and curious.
"What is this sound? It sounds a bit exciting. It seems that the ancient king is calling his subjects to participate in a glorious war! But is there a war somewhere? I didn't hear it from the regent's knights Said something like this.”
But when the guards reported the strange noises in the sky and the commotion below the city to the prime minister, the answer they received was.
"Gondor has enough problems of his own, why should we ask for trouble? Let him go. No matter the vision or the strange noise, it is still too far away from us, and Gondor can no longer care about it."
The guards could only retreat.
Rohan.
Edoras.
The royal capital of the Rohirrim.
Fengel, 61 years old, is the fifteenth king of Rohan.
On this day, a majestic horn sounded in the sky. The descendants of the Eotheoids were shocked, but confused.
For unlike those Edain who were given the Isle of Númenor by the Valar, they had never been to Beleriand.
That is to say.
The hussars of Rohan have no idea about the ancient covenant!
"With such a majestic voice, could it be Bema (i.e. Oromi) blowing his horn? How should the descendants of Eor deal with it?" In the Golden Palace, Fengel consulted the ministers.
But none of the commanders of the hussars could answer the king's question.
Therefore, Fengel could only drive them away with regret.
After hesitation.
Ultimately, Rohan, like Gondor, refused the call.
The dwarves of the Iron Hills were too far away. Even if the dwarves recalled what the horn sounded, they were greedy and stubborn by nature and had no overall perspective. They also ignored the call of the covenant.
The Turin dwarves of the Blue Mountains wanted to support their prince.
But Thorin basically brought out all the most powerful guards of the Turin dwarves.
In the old home of Lanshan, there are only old and young dwarfs like Balin and others left, it is purely because of their own incompetence.
On the other hand, Sauron, who was hiding in a dark lair under Dol Guldur and shivering, heard this grand and majestic horn. His invisible spirit turned into a black wind and fled to the east without daring to look back, overnight. .
But before escaping.
Through his consciousness, Sauron gave an insidious order to the Witch-King of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgûl in Karn Dum.
And then quickly.
The orcs of Gundaba, separated from the Angmar Mountains by the Gray Mountains of the Flod Plains, began to reinforce Karn'dum.
Obviously, the Dark Lord is not so willing to suffer failure.
In other words, Sauron knew that he had no other outcome except failure, so he decided to break the jar and break a few of the elf's teeth.
that's all.
The year 2931 of the Third Era, late August.
A war sweeping across the continent of Middle-earth began.
And this will be one of the most massive wars since the last alliance between humans and elves in 3430 of the Second Age.
September 1st.
The elves of Lothlórien crossed the Misty Mountains and arrived at Rivendell.
September 7th.
After waiting here for 6 days, the Rivendell-Lothlorien elven coalition finally waited for 4,000 forest elves led by Legolas from Mirkwood and Tauriel, captain of the king's guard.
Apparently, Thranduil of the Woodland Kingdom finally overcame the negative emotions in his heart and responded to the call of the Ancient Covenant.
Since then.
In the third era, the remaining elven lords have basically gathered their forces.
At this time, count the armies of Rivendell and Lothlórien.
An army of over 8,000 elves has gathered in the valley.
Looking at the vast, distinct yet inexplicably harmonious coalition, Legolas and Tauriel looked shocked.
Among them, the one wearing a green robe and golden armor is the forest elf.
There are slightly fewer people, wearing gray robes and golden armor, are the elves from Karathgarathon, and their queen is Lady Galadriel, who has been famous for many eras in Middle-earth!
That is a figure who is legendary even among elves.
As for the smallest number of people, there are only 1,000 people. Those wearing blue robes are the subjects of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell.
Among them, the leader is Glorfindel, Lord of the Golden Flower.
This is also a legendary hero.
In the poetry and history of elves, the deeds of Lord Golden Flower are still an indispensable and wonderful chapter! He died in battle in the First Age, but was resurrected by the Valar and Ilúvatar and sent back to Middle-earth to continue his mission. There are heroes among the elves who are more legendary than him, but there are basically few who are more favored by God than him!
All these signs indicate that this summons will be an extremely glorious event of the times!
Legolas, Tauriel and other 'new generation' elves born in the Third Age suddenly became excited.
September 8, 2931 of the Third Era.
Eight thousand elven reinforcements left Rivendell and headed north.
At this time, there are still 15 days until the second battle of Karndum.
