"When the Dragonborn charges, you will have nothing but despair!"
This is what an orc who participated in the Second Battle of Karndum wrote in his ridiculous 'notes'.
The notes were scrawled and written in black.
Obviously, this is a knowledgeable guy who is extremely rare among the depraved and corrupted tribe of orcs. And the notes he carried with him will become one of the precious materials for future generations to study the dragonborn.
And so it is.
Gathering the power of two Istar (wizards), the coalition broke through the walls of Karndum. Dragon Byrne took the lead and rushed up the rugged and winding mountain passes of Mount Angmar, and was the first to rush through. come out.
"Azog!"
The dragonborn's resonant and majestic voice still echoes in the mountains of Angmar even after many years, and this area is named Echo Valley.
Like a ray of light, the Holy Spirit Nahar rushed into this evil fortress from the missing hole in the wall of Karndum.
Dragon Byrne held Gladios the Broken in his right hand and waved it wantonly, roughly opening a passage, a road paved with the blood of orcs.
Almost no half-orc dared to stand in front of the Silver King and Nahar anymore. Whether it was the giant orc in Gundaba or the short half-orc in the Misty Mountains, they all dispersed under this terrifying power.
So, Dragon Byrne finally saw the pale orc who wanted to escape at the end of the group of orcs.
"Don't run away. Face the fate between you and me!"
In desperation, the Dragonborn burst out with new abilities, and his voice contained magic, making the listener unable to help but stop;
His eyes are magical, making the viewer stand motionless like a stone sculpture.
Azog the Blasphemer stared blankly at those golden vertical pupils, as if he was seeing himself bound by fate in the mirror. The Dragonborn's voice echoed in its ears, making it impossible to escape.
As expected, Azog stopped and his expression became ferocious.
It wielded a black hammer, the blade on its severed arm flashed with cold light, and strode towards the Dragonborn.
But Azog didn't know that this was exactly what the Dragonborn wanted.
"Today I will get what I want!"
Dragon Byrne sighed deeply on Nahar's back, the fire of the oath burning in his heart.
Like a champion knight, he rushed towards Azog.
The pale orc swung its hammer fiercely, hitting the dragonborn on Nahar's back.
But Dragon Byrne is faster than that.
Hal accelerated, and Gladios in the Dragonborn's hand broke through the wind and hit the pale orc's chest with a hammer, smashing its sternum, heart, and everything, and sending the tall body flying upside down. go out.
嘘嘚嘚.
The sound of the golden hoofs of the Holy Spirit Nahal resounded in the deep Karndum, and Dragon Byrne drove the Holy Spirit to the pale orc who was left with only his last breath.
He jumped off his horse.
Dropping the shield in his hand, he picked up a scimitar abandoned by an orc, and cut off the pale and huge head of the blasphemer Azog with one knife!
"I have fulfilled my oath!"
The silver-white king held Azog's filthy head high in his left hand, and held Gladios the Broken in his right hand, shouting under the rising sun, his voice reaching into the sky.
"Azog died in this battle!"
Then, everyone's eyes turned to the tall figure who was as majestic as a king in the sun.
Many people remembered the Dragonborn's heroic appearance that day.
Looking at the dead-looking head of the pale orc held high by the Dragonborn, both the enemy and ourselves made loud noises.
Glorfindel and Gandalf shouted in joy, and their morale was greatly boosted.
The orcs of Karndum collapsed and screamed in terror, dropped their weapons one after another, turned around and ran away.
The commanders of the dark army, the Nazgûl, finally could no longer hold back. The Witch-King of Angmar sent out his army of corpse demons, hoping to defeat them to the death or to fight to the death.
Countless shadow monsters that the coalition forces had never seen before crawled out from dark corners and dark caves and killed Dragon Byrne and the others.
But they themselves were stopped by Glorfindel, Gandalf, and Radagast.
Among them, the Golden Flower Lord showed his true elf form, which was his appearance in another world. At that time, the light of the Double Sacred Trees had not yet extinguished.
"Your opponent is me!"
He said that one man blocked two Nazgûl.
The Witch King of Angmar was burned by the rich light of Valinor on the Lord of the Golden Flower and hissed. He was unable to cross the barrier of the Lord of the Golden Flower and could only stop and besiege Glorfindel with another Nazgul.
But Glorfindel was not afraid. His eyes reflected the light of the two sacred trees, and the light of Valinor on his body was hot and strong. He is one of the most powerful elves of the Third Age.
The sharp screams of the Ringwraiths came one after another, but they were unable to affect the Golden Flower Lord. Every strike of the Golden Flower Lord contained infinite power. The Witch King of Angmar and the other Ringwraith were soon at a disadvantage.
Gandalf and Radagast also stopped a Nazgul each and started fighting.
They are Istar, and it is not difficult to fight a Nazgul alone.
Facing the army of corpse demons pouring out like a tide, Dragon Byrne, who had taken revenge, seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden. He dropped Azog's dirty head, turned around and jumped onto Naha Er's broad back.
"May Ellie's eyes be upon me!"
The Dragonborn roared in victory under the rising sun, "I will burn all the filth here with dragon flames!"
Infected by Dragon Byrne's high-spirited fighting spirit, the Holy Spirit Nahal hissed, and the light of Valinor erupted together with the dragon flames just like the time in Dusk Hills.
The holy dragon flames swept across the battlefield, and a large number of extremely evil corpse demons turned into ashes.
The cries of these monsters before they died were so eerie and terrifying that almost all the elves who heard them could not help but shudder.
Legolas looked at the torrent of flames in front of him in surprise and murmured: "A new legend is born! People will praise what happened today!"
Tauriel loyally protected the prince's side, killing the orcs who began to flee, and said anxiously: "Legolas, don't be distracted, we are still at war."
Only then did the prince of the Woodland Kingdom come to his senses. He drew his bowstring and shot the two orcs who were sneaking through the throat with an arrow. He said, "You don't need to remind me, Tauriel."
Behind them, countless elves rushed out of the mountain path and poured into the breached Karndum wall.
Among them, the most heroic were the twins Elladan and Elrohir. One of them held a sword and the other held a bow. They charged into the orcs almost like a whirlwind. No orc could survive the twins. Convergence.
in the northwest direction.
The loud sound of the wizard blasting through the walls of Karndum was heard far away.
Coupled with the Dragonborn's louder roar and the raging fire coming from the sky.
Everyone knows that the war has begun.
There were also bursts of howling wolves and the roaring of the earth coming from the north.
Apparently, Gundaba's wolf cavalry went south.
"Get into formation! Get into formation!"
Thorin couldn't tell whether he was excited or anxious and looked back frequently.
When he accepted the task of protecting the flanks of the army, he was destined to completely miss the hatred between the dwarves and Azog. This made Thorin Oakenshield, who also had a blood feud with the pale orcs, feel very conflicted.
Arazon noticed his uneasiness and comforted him.
"Thorin, cheer up! Protecting the flanks of the army is also a very honorable thing. This is the Silver King's trust in us! And..."
A smile appeared on the human ranger's rock-like face.
"If not, when can you command the elves and let them fight for you?"
Thorin was stunned. He really didn't expect that the usually taciturn human ranger would have such a funny side.
But he soon realized that Arazon was trying to persuade him.
Looking at the wise human ranger, the gloom in the dwarf prince's eyes even dissipated a lot.
"Son of Arado, Arathorn, you are worthy of the name of a wise man! Please rest assured that the dwarves will never sway the overall situation due to selfish interests!"
As he spoke, he bowed respectfully to the human ranger, and his expression slowly began to calm down.
"Put up your spears and let those damn orcs know that the dwarf formation is stronger than rock!" The dwarf prince waved his warhammer in front of the formation. Under the golden light of the morning, Thorin Oakenshield showed his kingly demeanor.
So Arazon also bowed respectfully to him.
Fenner rolled her eyes behind the formation.
But no one said anything, because.
distance.
The wolf rider appears.
No need to exaggerate, no hesitation, the elf immediately drew the crossbow.
"shooting!"
Fenna shouted loudly. The arrows of the elves immediately flew hundreds of meters and fell like raindrops. Running orcs and wargs continued to fall down after being struck by arrows.
But these ferocious and swift beasts are still sweeping in from the north.
and fought back.
Soon, the two sides collided with each other.
The front line led by Thorin and Arathorn shouted loudly, poked out their spears, and stabbed a Gundaba giant orc, who was taller and more ferocious than ordinary orcs, from their mounts.
The screams of wargs and orcs echoed throughout the Etonmoor.
However, there were so many wolf riders in Gundaba. Although many of them were stabbed down by the thick spear array of the dwarves, there were still a large number of wolf riders that circled and jumped over from both sides of the dwarves and broke into the rear formation. among the elves.
Now it was Gaimil's turn.
The Noldor elf shouted loudly, and the rows of elves switched to double-edged swords for close combat, and chopped down the half-orc wolf riders who jumped into the elves' formation like chopping melons and vegetables.
In addition, the cavalry led by Galdo also began to circle back and attack the flanks of the Gundaba Wolf Cavalry.
The battle heated up instantly.
Actually.
In the future, countless poems and legends were written by humans, elves, and dwarves to describe this battle.
“…the mountains tremble under the power of the wizard.
Accompanied by a loud bang.
A gaping hole was opened in the walls of Karndum.
The Dragonborn took the lead in rushing into the city and killed the sworn enemies!
His brave voice still echoes in the mountains of the north. "
——"The Second Battle of Karndum" Anonymous, an excerpt.
"...The Elf Lord Glorfindel was like a majestic king. He said loudly in the light,
Your opponent is me!
Confronted two Nazgûl and ultimately defeated them! "
——"The Second Battle of Karndum" Anonymous, an excerpt.
"The king shouted in front of the formation: The formation of the dwarves is stronger than rock!
The dwarves were greatly encouraged.
look!
That is the royal light of Turin! Brave Thorin Oakenshield!
Like an ancient king, he guides all the dwarves forward when we need them most!
The dwarves all shouted: Long live the king! "
——"King under the Mountain!" Thorin Oakenshield》
There are more, more exaggerated legends and hymns of praise, but the space is limited, so let us continue to focus on the present.
The battle lasted all morning.
Finally, as the last warg with a ferocious face and drooling mouth was knocked to the ground by Thorin, the remaining wargs and their owners were like old dogs that had lost their homes, whimpering and fled to the north.
He gasped and looked up into the distance.
The vast and desolate Eton Wasteland is covered with wolf corpses and the filthy blood of their masters.
"Long live the king!"
Dwalin stood not far from the dwarf prince with his face covered in blood. He witnessed the prince's heroic fighting appearance throughout the battle, so he shouted excitedly.
The remaining dwarves looked at the figure standing proudly in the midday sun and couldn't help but shout loudly.
Fenna, Gamel and other elves looked at each other, gathered their bows and swords in tacit agreement, and looked in the direction of the main battlefield.
At the same time, the battle between Karndum has been decided.
The Witch-King of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgûl, was defeated by the Lord of the Golden Flower. The elven sword in Glorfindel's hand stabbed the empty shadow between the hoods. As a result, the sorcerer immediately issued a There was an extremely sharp and harsh scream, and everyone couldn't help but shudder deeply when they heard it.
I saw the light of the twin sacred trees on Glorfindel's sword suddenly erupting, sending the Nazgul's filthy soul back to his master's dark cave.
The remaining Nazgûl were helpless, and were quickly defeated by the Golden Flower Lord and the wizards at the same time.
This cheered up the elves again.
The twins and Legolas led the elven army all over the mountains and plains to sweep across the entire Karndum Fortress, chasing the defeated orcs who fled.
Dragon Byrne followed their actions, using dragon flames to eliminate batch after batch of corpse monsters hiding in dark caves, and the orcs who stubbornly resisted.
In the end, the Dragonborn ordered everyone to leave Karn Dum and stay away from the mountains of Angmar.
Roar.
Under the shocked and incomprehensible gazes of elves, dwarves, wizards, and humans, Dragon Byrne and Holy Spirit Nahal stood on the top of the mountain, one person and one horse, and their terrifying power completely exploded.
The ice, snow and rock peaks of the towering northern mountains trembled under this force, and the sky was covered with birds.
The beasts panicked.
The mountains echoed with the dragonborn's roar.
finally.
Mount Angmar collapsed under the power of the Dragonborn and the Holy Spirit Nahal.
Karndum, which was built on the mountainside, lost the protection of magic and was instantly buried under tens of thousands of boulders and disappeared into the long river of history.
Since then, no one has seen this Orc stronghold that once brought endless fear and harm to the north.
