That night.
The coalition held a meeting among the leaders of the various ethnic groups.
Attending the meeting were Glorfindel, Legolas, Thorin, Arathorn, Gemir, wizards and dragonborn.
"Now we have enough troops, but there is one problem left."
The wizard made a clear statement and opened up the theme of the meeting.
He sat below the Dragonborn.
Opposite him was Glorfindel.
Obviously, among the coalition forces, the Dragonborn in the main position is respected, and the remaining two have the highest status.
Even Thorin was a head shorter than Glorfindel.
There was no way, in terms of strength and the number of troops in the coalition at this time, he was overwhelmed by Glorfindel.
Fortunately, the elf didn't completely fail him.
Except for Glorfindel, the rest of Legolas and the twins followed him.
Opposite the dwarf prince is Arathorn, who represents humans.
"The walls and gates of Karndum are filled with very evil magic. We cannot attack directly and can only use ladders to climb, which will cause us to suffer unnecessary losses."
The wizard's words made everyone fall silent.
"Is there no way the wizard can solve this problem?"
Thorin's eyes flickered back and forth on the forest elf prince, and the hatred and resentment in his eyes made people worry.
Gandalf moved his mouth, as if he wanted to smoke again, but he was glared hard by the Dragonborn sitting in the seat.
The wizard muttered: "Then you will need to find another wizard."
"What."
Thorin didn't hear clearly. His attention was entirely on Legolas opposite.
Arazon helped him put out the question he wanted to ask.
"Are there any other wizards?"
"Yes, there are four more." The wizard felt a little helpless and a little reminiscing.
"Ah, who are they?" Thorin's curiosity was also aroused. He temporarily withdrew his eyes from Legolas and asked.
Dragon Byrne felt that this scene was a bit familiar for some reason.
"The greatest among us is Saruman, the White Wizard! Many people here should know that."
Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by these small talk, Gandalf also said a little unhappily: "There are also two blue-robed wizards. I almost forgot their names. When were they?" To Middle-earth...ah, let's put this one aside for now. The fourth is me, poor old Gandalf."
The wizard said humorously, and skillfully took out his bong.
Many people here saw through his little trick.
But no one exposed him.
"What about the fifth one? Who is the fifth one?" Young Legolas couldn't help but asked curiously.
He ignored the dwarf's hostile gaze.
What is right and wrong between elves and dwarves is unclear. It is normal for the two races not to have good looks between them. In addition, the Woodland Kingdom has the largest number of reinforcements this time, with a total of 4,000 people.
In a sense, the Elf Prince does have the confidence not to look at anyone's eyes.
The wizard laughed.
He got what he wanted, took a puff of his beloved long-leaf tobacco, and puffed out a smoke ring happily.
"Young Legolas Greenleaf, the fifth wizard is Radagast the Brown. He is stationed in the south of the Great Greenwood. He is a gentle man who likes to be with animals. There should be something in the legend of the forest elves. Stories involving him.”
As expected, Legolas exclaimed a little, obviously knowing who he was talking about.
"Are you talking about the friend of the forest? My people once encountered his figure in the extreme south of the forest. They saw that he was always guarding the vast jungle in the south, keeping an eye on the dark and evil place deep in the forest. ruins."
"Yes, that's him."
The wizard nodded and his expression became a little more serious.
"Although Radagast is a little... well, Saruman said that he ate too many mushrooms, which made him a little confused, but in fact we all know that he is a good person."
"He diligently guards the vast southern region of Darkwood to prevent evil from taking root here."
"In that case." Thorin interrupted. "Can't you get one of the wizards here?"
He said.
"If, as you say, it takes two priests to break the evil spell on that castle, why don't we do it?"
The wizard was immediately stopped by his question.
Gandalf took two puffs of tobacco with a frown on his face, and then said: "We usually don't act together. Because it is too dangerous, both for us and for you. Wizards are participants and leaders in this world, and we may be able to help the people of Zhongzhou. Good people have overcome all kinds of difficulties, but in the end, this is still a matter for all races in the mainland..."
"so!"
Although this scene gave him a very familiar feeling, Dragon Byrne couldn't help but interrupt him: "Do you have any way to solve this problem, Mithrandir."
The wizard finally stopped mumbling and exhaled the last puff of tobacco-flavored white mist. "My lord, I am waiting for someone. If my prediction is correct, he should be here soon."
Now even Glorfindel couldn't help but look over.
"Mithrandil, who are you waiting for?"
"Hurry, hurry, he's almost there."
Dragon Byrne then knew that the wizard was pretending to be a ghost again.
Thinking of the other wizards he suddenly mentioned, the Dragonborn vaguely guessed something in his heart.
Sure enough, just as the leaders of the various tribes began to express their opinions on the upcoming war, a bird flew in and landed on the table in front of Gandalf.
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
The expression of the gray-robed wizard suddenly became cheerful.
"Ha, the friend I was waiting for has finally arrived."
The next moment Galdo pushed open the curtain and walked in.
"My Lord! Outside the camp, a sloppy old man who claimed to be a friend of the gray robe wizard came to ask for an audience. He said that he had made an appointment with Mithrandir."
"He is right." Gandalf stood up happily: "This is the second wizard we are waiting for. Brown-robed Radagast."
The leaders of the coalition forces were really surprised, and everyone looked at the Dragonborn on the main seat.
Dragon Byrne thought for a moment and nodded.
So Galdo turned around and went out, bringing in the friend Gandalf had mentioned.
This is a strange person who is slightly taller than Thorin and almost the same as a normal rickety old human being.
I saw that he was wearing an old felt hat, his hair was sloppy, and there was even a large pool of water stains of unknown origin on it.
The face is old.
His eyes were extremely gentle. A beard much shorter than Gandalf's.
And messier.
He was wearing a shabby brown robe, the same color as his hat.
There are all kinds of strange little bags in his waist.
In his hand was a long staff. There is a blue gem embedded in it.
ah.
If you meet him in the wilderness or forest, you will definitely feel trembling in your heart.
But in fact, when you really get along with Radagast, you will find that he is actually an extremely gentle and kind gentleman.
"Gandalf."
This slovenly old man shouted happily as soon as he saw the gray-robed wizard.
But he suddenly stopped halfway.
I saw him take off his hat. There is actually a bird's nest inside.
The little bird that had come to deliver the message immediately flew back to his nest.
The weird old man then put his hat back on.
Um.
Thinking of the unknown water stain on his head before.
Gandalf, who was about to hug him, froze in place.
"It's all your fault, Gandalf, for forcing me to drive such a long way. My rabbits almost broke their legs. There are so many elves here, are there any problems that they can't solve?" said the brown-robed wizard. Dagaste rambled on, looking a little distracted.
Coupled with the words Gandalf said before, the leaders of the coalition began to understand why he looked like that when he talked about the brown robe wizard.
"Radagast." Gandalf interrupted helplessly.
Radagast then closed his mouth.
"Just as I said."
The gray-robed wizard's gray eyebrows twitched, and then he introduced to everyone: "This is the second wizard we need, Radagast."
The brown-robed Radagast immediately nodded and saluted the black-haired dragonborn at the head of the throne and the golden flower lord below.
It makes people worry that the bird's nest in his hat will fall off.
In addition, this also proves that the wizard is more attractive on the inside than on the outside.
His etiquette was flawless, like an elegant messenger visiting the king.
And if he is really the other Istar mentioned by the gray robe wizard, then it makes perfect sense that he only pays tribute to the Dragonborn and the Golden Flower Lord.
Thorin kept a straight face and said nothing.
"Dear Radagast." The black-haired dragonborn nodded to him: "Gandalf said that you have a way to help us break the evil magic on the walls of Karndum, so I invite you. I wonder if the friends of the forest are wise. Give me your strategy?"
Radagast, who had come all the way, understood what Gandalf was looking for.
He glanced at the tall figure on the main seat with a frown, his body filled with the light of destiny and the scorching fire of the dragon, and muttered to Gandalf: "Gandalf, I thought you were here to find me. What a good thing. The sound of Ullumuri's horn has already frightened me, and now you actually let me get into such trouble."
"Radagast."
The gray-robed wizard interrupted him loudly, his stooped figure became taller, and his face shone with light.
"Don't complain, you know, it's our responsibility."
Radagast was stunned for a moment, and his eyes that were sometimes shrewd and sometimes confused finally became clear.
"I said nothing, Gandalf," he said. "It's just the two of us. What can we do? Oh, did you remember something?"
The gray-robed wizard smiled but did not answer.
Then Radagast understood that the old friend in front of him had indeed remembered something he had forgotten, so he was so sure.
Seeing that the communication between the two Istars has been completed.
Dragon Byrne said: "Very good, now magic matters can be left to the wizards. The only ones left are Nazgul and the wights."
This is also extremely exciting news.
At this time, everyone knew what the nine knights they saw that day represented.
News of the Dark Lord's resurrection spread like wildfire.
Representatives of the coalition forces were discussing in low voices.
Worried.
Among them, Lord Golden Flower said: "We can contain the servants of the Dark Lord. Although the Nazgul are evil, the elves also have the power to deal with them."
"As for Sauron..."
"The Dark Lord will definitely regret exposing his power too early! Because this time Middle-earth is no longer a place where he can wreak havoc."
As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but look at the black-haired dragonborn on the main seat.
No one can refute the words of Glorfindel, Lord of the Golden Flower.
This was an Elven Lord so powerful that Valar and Ilúvatar did not hesitate to resurrect him and return him to Middle-earth.
He said he could deal with the Nazgul, so there was no doubt about it.
As for Sauron.
Everyone's eyes turned to the black-haired dragonborn on the main seat.
"In this case, only the corpse demon is left." The gray-robed wizard said with the same smile.
Looking at all the heroes in the hall, Dragon Byrne felt a little stressed, but at the same time he once again felt a strange feeling of destiny, how could he lose?
The opponent has just one Maiya, and we have at least four on the same level as him!
Plus the couple nestling in Lothlórien, Cirdan from Gray Harbor and Elrond from Rivendell.
No matter how you look at it, you will never lose.
What's more, he doesn't even have the Supreme Lord of the Rings now.
Dare to take the lead and lead the army directly to Mordor, and spread his ashes.
Okay, it's just a joke.
Dragon Byrne was rudely cursing something in his heart, but on the outside he stood up without hesitation, his golden vertical pupils scanning everyone present.
"Master Nahar and I will deal with the corpse demon. The rest of the people will follow orders and return to their duties!"
Everyone, including Thorin, stood up immediately and had no objection.
As a result, the coalition forces once again designated the Dragonborn as their commander-in-chief.
Early next morning.
That is September 22nd.
The melodious horn was blown again and again.
That's the army of elves lining up.
The elite troops from Mirkwood, Lothlórien, Rivendell, and Mithrond marched in neat steps, and drove out of the camp one by one, heading towards the Angmar Mountains in the north.
After the elves, there is the thick horn of the dwarves.
With the unyielding Dúnedain.
Due to the previous losses of the two, neither the dwarves nor the humans were responsible for the main siege force in this battle.
But the dwarves and human rangers are not idle.
According to the information from Galdo and other sentry riders, the orc wolf riders of Gundaba have gathered in the Froude area to the north.
It is very possible that while the coalition forces are attacking Karndum, they will attack the rear of the coalition forces.
Therefore, the heavy infantry dwarves can just deploy defenses on the side of the army.
If the orcs really dare to make a sneak attack.
The dwarf guards, all covered in heavy armor, would definitely give them a hard time.
In addition, in case the dwarves' lineup was too weak, Dragon Byrne also sent all the Linton elves to Thorin.
The frontal battlefield only brought the elven reinforcements from Rivendell, Lothlórien, and the Woodland Kingdom.
In this way, the coalition's flanks will also be protected.
Watching the rows of fully armed elves gathering under the Angmar Mountains. Azog and the Ringwraiths in Karndumli halfway up the mountain didn't know it, so the desolate horns of the orcs also sounded.
A large number of dirty and ugly orcs were whipped and cursed and rushed to the city wall, preparing to fight to the death with the pointed-eared stinky elves.
in addition. Azog's expression was extremely ugly. It kept pacing, and the blade on its severed arm was already stained with the blood of its cowardly brethren.
According to its cunning nature, the war in the north has reached this point and it should have run away long ago.
But there is no way, Nazgul's status is higher than it, and the Witch King of Angmar still carries the order of his master, Azog can't resist at all.
Uh-huh~~
Facing the howling north wind and the rising sun.
Dragon Byrne wears armor, rides the Holy Spirit, and carries a heavy hammer and shield. He is surrounded by Glorfindel, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Gandalf, Radagast and others. Under the crowd, he led the crowd and rushed to the battlefield ahead.
Fenna took a deep look at the tall figure on the white horse, then turned around and headed northwest with the dwarf.
Arriving at the plains beneath the towering mountains of Angmar.
The black-haired dragonborn and all his supporters stopped here.
The army of eight thousand elves stopped behind them.
The chilling and oppression brought about by the neat picture of thousands of troops as one person immediately rushed to the face.
Looking at the elven army below with forest of flags and rain of spears and swords, Karndum's orcs were fighting in two groups, almost ready to collapse.
If it weren't for the strong persecution of Nazgul, the commander of the Dark Lord, and the pale orcs, these depraved and corrupted creatures, who are timid and cruel by nature, would have dispersed long ago.
The desperate pale orc showed his last ferocious look in his eyes.
at this time.
Two powerful Istars emerged from the crowd.
Gandalf the Gray and Radagast the Brown chanted curses loudly in front of the two armies.
The voices of the wizards were loud and majestic. Their originally stooped figures became taller, and their faces were radiant and terrifying.
Soon, the sky quickly darkened due to their voices. Large dark clouds quickly covered the Angmar Mountains. There was lightning and thunder inside, like the end of the world.
As a sorcerer, the Witch King of Angmar immediately screamed uneasily.
But his strength alone was no match for two powerful wizards, and soon.
The power of the sorcerer was dispelled, and a huge white lightning fell from the sky, hitting the dark and thick wall of Karndum heavily.
Boom.
No one knew whether it was the sound of thunder or the loud sound of lightning striking the city wall.
I saw that the dark city wall of Karndum, which was originally extremely strong, was blasted out by wizards to create a large gap. The evil magic attached to it let out a humanized scream, turned into a black smoke, and dissipated in the air.
Dragon Byrne let out a passionate war cry.
If the Holy Spirit Nahal felt something, the person stood up.
The dragonborn pointed his war hammer forward heavily, one man and one horse, and launched a charge!
Glorfindel, Legolas, Tauriel, Elladan, Elrohir, and even Gandalf and Radagast were inspired to follow after casting the spell!
Behind them was an army of eight thousand elves marching forward bravely.
Azog's face turned green.
The originally ferocious eyes became frightened.
