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The combat is pretty good.
Maybe this devil's cave was once very secretive and strong, but its two owners never really defended it with the determination to die, so it is normal for it to be crushed by two wizards, the Golden Flower Lord and the powerful elven coalition. .
With the help of Nahal, Dragon Byrne took the lead in breaking through the city gate, and then swept the orcs near the city gate with a dragon flame.
Facing this extremely terrifying flame, the remaining orcs were frightened. They screamed, dropped their weapons, turned around and ran away.
The line of defense collapsed at the first touch.
Immediately afterwards, Dragon Byrne and Nahar jumped onto the wall of Dol Guldur. As a result, the orcs above also jumped off the wall like dumplings.
Even if he breaks his leg, he will not hesitate.
There is no way, not even the elves can persist in front of the dragon flames, let alone these cowardly and fallen creatures.
In fact, if the dwarves hadn't been so fast, they wouldn't have even made it.
"Elf, that's mine!"
Orui threw his ax angrily, hitting an orc in the head.
An elf from Rivendell nodded gracefully to the angry dwarf and made a friendly gesture, but then he shot an arrow through the throat of another fleeing orc.
The angry little curmudgeon Orui wished that two dozen more orcs could consecrate his axe.
However, it was obvious that the orcs were not fools. Seeing that the city could not be defended at all - only then did they realize that the commander had run away first, so they dispersed in a hurry, leaving the coalition forces with a lot of blood in their chests.
Seeing that everyone was starting to hunt down the fleeing orcs, Orui angrily pulled out his axe. He was stunned for a moment, and with a roll of his eyes, he pulled his brother Nori and his cousin Gloin over to a certain cave. chased in the direction.
Along the way, the dwarves killed many orcs. These guys were all frightened and did not dare to confront the coalition forces. They almost caught up with them with an axe, which was easier than blacksmithing.
Soon, Orui, Nori, and Gloin came to an unexpected place.
Looking at the dark and smelly cave in front of him, Gloin was very unhappy. He said, "Look at the path you took. We came to a place where death row prisoners are held. It's smelly and there's a gloomy air-conditioning. How is it possible that there are still orcs for us to kill?”
Ou Rui took a closer look and saw that the walls and floor of this cave were stained with blood and filled with all kinds of vicious instruments of torture. It made people feel frightened when they saw it. It was not a torture chamber or a dungeon, and they immediately became discouraged.
At this time, Nori suddenly motioned for them to stop because he heard something.
He said in surprise: "Listen, I seem to hear the dwarf's voice, if my ears don't have auditory hallucinations due to blacksmithing!"
But Orui, who was in a rage, said that he didn't hear any dwarf talking at all.
Only Gloin listened carefully for a while, and then jumped up in surprise: "Nori, you don't have auditory hallucinations in your ears. I heard it too. That is the native language of our Turin dwarves. There is an injured dwarf here." !”
So they began to search this hell-like cave.
Eventually, the dwarves discovered an old dwarf locked in a cell in the deepest part of the cave.
"Alas."
The almost blind eyes of the old dwarf, who had been imprisoned and tortured for who knows how long, saw several bearded dwarves jumping into his eyes, and the last fire of life in his body burned fiercely.
"Mahar, did you finally hear my prayer? You allowed me to see the dwarves appear in this hellish place in the last stage of my life! Beard of Turin, praise you! Praise the dwarves Father Mahal!”
Then he fainted.
Orui and the others were also very surprised to hear that this old dwarf, who was so tall that he was almost inhuman shape, actually spoke their language. They broke the iron lock of the cell where the old dwarf was held and rescued him. come out.
When they carried the smelly, bruised old dwarf, who had been tortured almost out of shape and had a beard down to his knees, out of this eerie place, looking at it under the autumn sunshine, Gloin was the first to scream. got up.
"Turin's beard is on top, this is His Majesty Thrain!"
At the same time, after confirming that Sauron was not here at all, even Thorin lost interest in this battle.
"Much easier than I thought."
The dwarf prince shook the blood from his hammer, rode his horned sheep, and jumped to the dark city wall of Dol Guldur. He said with disappointment: "I thought it would be difficult, but I didn't expect... …”
"That's because the owner here gave up on this place long ago!"
Gandalf followed the example of the Dragonborn, riding a big brown horse, staring at this eerie devil's cave, and sighed: "Sauron is not here, he has escaped long ago."
"I said I would go all the way in vain."
Dragon Byrne's golden vertical pupils were deep, and he seemed to be thinking about something. He asked the wizard: "What should we do next? If he really hides, we will not be able to find him."
"Now we have only one choice!"
The wizard had already made a record and immediately said: "We can only try to go to Mordor, although now I am beginning to feel that Sauron, the former dark lord, will not hide there honestly and wait for us to overthrow his rule."
After hearing this, Radagast continued and his expression became even more bitter.
Thorin was even somewhat used to the wizard's 'change'. He said, "Gandalf, you are so wise that you are almost as wise as a dwarf!"
Dragon Byrne couldn't even tell whether he was mocking or boasting.
"We can't live without finding Sauron and the coalition forces disband, right?" Thorin's words decisively aroused the approval of Glorfindel and Gamil, and everyone looked at the gray-robed wizard.
Our Mr. Wizard showed great composure, even taking out his pipe on this bloody battlefield littered with Orc corpses.
"No, if we can't find any clues about Sauron in Mordor, then I agree that the coalition will disband." The wizard said while taking a comfortable puff of cigarette under everyone's weird eyes.
"Then so be it!"
Dragon Byrne was about to make the final decision, at this moment.
"Thorin, come quickly, we have found His Majesty Thraine." Gloin rushed to the city wall almost rolling and crawling, shouting loudly.
Thorin's expression suddenly changed.
Riding on his horned sheep, he ran away like the wind.
Gandalf was also surprised, even a little uneasy, "Is it necessarily a good thing to find light in the Devil's Cave?" He said, "Sauron is not such a kind person and would leave his trophies behind."
It added a shadow to everyone's hearts.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Dragon Byrne spoke, his voice also solemn: "Let's go see this lucky man who escaped death first! I have a hunch that there is something about us involved."
In fact, his hunch was not wrong.
Soon, the two of them were anxiously invited over by Thorin.
Because after many years of torture and torture, Thrain II was nothing more than a man. He could survive to this day thanks to the blessing of Aulë. But even so, such a poor dwarf king was only breathing one breath at this moment.
When Dragon and Gandalf saw this strong old dwarf, they couldn't believe that someone could survive such serious injuries.
Their expressions were solemn. One held Thraine's dry palm and used the power of the Elessa gem to convey life to him; a big hand gently touched the scarred forehead of the old dwarf and murmured some kind of spell. .
But it's a pity.
Thrain's almost exhausted body was like a piece of tattered cloth, leaking from all directions. The power of the Elessa gem entered his body and drained away quickly, unable to be preserved at all.
So, under Thorin's hopeful and worried eyes, Dragon Byrne finally shook his head sadly and let go of Thraine's dry palm.
At the same time, Gandalf's expression was also very bad. He opened his eyes and softly called the old dwarf's name, trying to pull his soul back from Aulë's palace.
"Thelain, my old friend, come back and open your eyes. Your son Thorin is still looking forward to seeing you for the last time."
When Thorin heard this, he understood immediately, even if neither of them could save his father's life. Then the eyes of the stubborn and brave dwarf prince suddenly turned red.
Ori, Nori, and Gloin shed tears instantly.
Glorfindel and the others who came after hearing the news sighed and looked away reluctantly.
"Is hope always so fragile and fleeting?"
Thorin held his old father's hand tremblingly. The pain and sadness in his eyes were heartbreaking: "I haven't seen my father for many years, but when I finally met, I had to face separation between life and death. How cruel fate is to me!"
Perhaps it was Thorin's desperate call, or perhaps it was the wizard's spell and the power of the dragonborn gem. In the end, Thraine, who was almost exhausted, actually opened his eyes.
"My son, Thorin."
Thrain, the former king of the Kingdom under the Mountain with only one eye and son of Thror, regained some consciousness after having already entered the hall of his ancestors and Aulë with one foot.
He saw a familiar face in the crowd, that was his son Thorin. So he immediately shed tears, and the old dwarf said: "I didn't expect to see you before I died. Mahal really treated me well!"
Thrain's dry palm burst out with power from nowhere. He firmly grasped Thorin's thick and rough fingers and spoke three short words in the oldest Kuzdu language.
Translated in Sindarin, it means: "Ring, map, key!"
But Dragon Byrne didn't know it at that time. He blinked and didn't take it seriously.
Gandalf heard it clearly and his expression changed slightly.
After saying that, this great dwarf who had left an epic legend passed away like this, refusing to even close his eyes before he died!
Thorin cried in agony, and his sad voice circulated and echoed in the eerie ruined fortress of Dol Guldur for a long time.
Dragon and Gandalf looked at each other, and finally sighed and stood up.
At this time, the Turin dwarves who came over after hearing the news heard the prince's painful cries, and they were stunned on the spot like a lightning strike.
I do not know how long it has been.
The dwarf prince wiped away his tears, hugged the remains of his old father who could barely feel the weight, and walked out of the crowd with a frighteningly calm expression.
The Turin dwarves who had regrouped from all directions turned sideways to let their king and prince pass, and sang an ancient dwarf tune.
With respect and memory for the deceased, the elves stood silently in silence.
Dragonborn and wizards also lowered their heads.
The dwarves buried Thrain II on a mountain ridge outside Dol Guldur, building a cairn of rocks so that he could witness the destruction of the monstrous cave that had taken his life.
Finally, the dwarves shouted a Kuzdu language to Thorin Oakenshield standing on the top of the mountain, which meant: The late king is dead, long live the king!
Since then, the mountain has been called King's Hill.
Because two kings were buried/born here.
Dragon Byrne, elves, and wizards witnessed all this with their own eyes. While everyone was happy that Thorin had officially ascended the throne as king, they couldn't help but feel sad for him.
As Thorin said, it is indeed very cruel to not see his father for many years, but to see him again only to be parted by life and death.
But in any case, the era of Thrain II has passed, and Thorin II has officially entered the stage of Middle-earth. It is hard to say whether it is a blessing or a misfortune.
And Thrain also left a rich enough legacy to Thorin.
"grown ups!"
The elves followed Gandalf's orders and searched Dol Guldur up and down, and they found an unexpected "trophy".
"We found this in the enemy's treasure house. They were hidden in a box that was kept dry."
An elf handed Gandalf a very beautifully decorated box, with elven-style carvings on it.
Dragon Byrne, Radagast, Glorfindel, and Gamil looked over at the same time.
They all felt a majestic magic inside.
Legolas, Tauriel and the twins frowned and looked at each other. Fenna approached the Dragonborn and asked in a low voice: "What is that?"
The female elf and Legolas were responsible for the frontline battle and were not present at the time, so they did not hear Thrain II's last words.
Dragon heard it, but he didn't understand Dwarvish. During these days, he and Thorin always spoke in Elvish, which actually made Thorin proficient in Elvish again.
"I am not sure."
"But I think I can probably guess what it is," he said.
Fenna still wanted to ask, but at this time Thorin had already come down from the King's Hill. His eyes were very sharp and majestic, and his tone was very impolite: "Gandalf, can I ask what that is?"
So Fenner could only shut her mouth.
Dragon Byrne looked at Thorin's gloomy eyes and expression with renewed flames, sighed, and said nothing.
The same goes for Gandalf.
He hesitated, and finally handed the box to Thorin.
"This is a relic of the dwarves, so it will naturally be kept by the new king!"
He said: "But I still want to say, Thorin, use it carefully, don't let the anger and greed in your heart swallow up your reason. Because I am worried that this is the enemy's conspiracy, but we cannot stop it."
Thorin paused before taking the box.
He opened it and found a map of Gushan and the key inside.
in addition.
Thorin tremblingly picked up the middle ring.
This is an ancient ring forged from gold, with a huge sapphire inlaid on the ring surface. It is engraved in Elvish language: The person holding this ring is the Lord of Khazad-dûm!
"The Ring of Thror!"
