When Dragon Byrne saw Iomgar, he was stopping on a hill, overlooking the majestic twin pillars of Argonath on the north side of Lake Nensis, and thinking about Aragorn and the Fellowship of the Ring in the future. How you feel when you see these two towering giants.
Next to him, Arathorn dutifully explained to him the glorious career of the Númenóreans in the Second Age, his ancestors.
"In 1248 of the Third Era, the nephew and regent Min'arka of Namachir I led an army on an expedition. He defeated a large Dongyi army between Rovanian and the inner sea of Runen. After returning in triumph, he Strengthened the defenses along the Anduin River, and repaired the twin pillars of Argonath..."
On the road not far away, rows of elves and dwarves were quickly marching south.
From here to the east, you can see a barren, desolate, dry and desolate land. Not only are there no trees and grass at all, there are not even broken trees or broken rocks.
But there were once prosperous fields and gardens.
When the darkness of Morgoth fell in the north (1495 in the Age of the Two Trees), the Entwives crossed the Anduin and opened gardens and fields on the land east of the river.
After Morgoth was overthrown, the land flourished, with flowers blooming in the gardens and grain growing in the fields.
However, in the Last Alliance War at the end of the Second Era, in order to prevent the Last Alliance army from receiving food supplies, Sauron implemented a scorched-earth policy and sent an army to completely destroy the land of the Entebles. Everything was uprooted or burned. Hence the name Brownfield.
Entepo’s whereabouts are unknown since then;
After the war, the Ents crossed the Anduin River many times in search of the Entwomen, but they found nothing. As a result, there were fewer and fewer Ents.
To the south, there are large swamps full of death and miasma. It is rumored that countless dead people are buried under those swamps.
Beyond that terrifying swamp is the war plain.
"The humans of Gondor are truly the first line of defense against the darkness."
Gandalf interrupted the history lesson, saying, "But now, it is time to move on."
Everyone looked behind, ha.
Over there, the twins were galloping towards this place with the Rohirrim marshal.
"My lord!"
The wizard's eyes flashed: "The Rohirrim people have come to see you. I suggest it's best to meet them. They are also members of the light camp. Maybe we can take the opportunity to reunite more people and gather under one banner. Come on, declare war on the darkness!"
Dragon Byrne glanced at him and couldn't help but joke: "I don't have a flag for them to look up to."
"But your figure is already the most shining light of this era that cannot be ignored!"
This is flattery, and it is also a high compliment.
But even a proud man like Thorin Oakenshield could not help but bow his head slightly in recognition.
As a result, Dragonborn's mood suddenly became a little happy.
However, to show respect, he still asked: "Thorin, what do you say?"
As for the elves.
Glorfindel's expression was calm from beginning to end, as if there was nothing in this world worthy of his emotion.
If they had not seen the power of the Golden Flower Lord in the battle of Karndum before, everyone might have been deceived by his elegant figure and thought that he was just a noble but weak noble.
Legolas and Gemiel also looked like they were in trouble, so everyone turned their attention to Thorin, whose expression and eyes became gloomy again after the battle in Dol Guldur.
"My lord!"
The dwarf king said: "Most humans are cunning, but the Rohirrim on horseback are indeed a powerful force. They are brave and good at fighting, and they move forward indomitably. They are qualified warriors."
There was a smile in the eyes of the dragonborn and the wizard, understanding that the dwarves were open to accepting humans.
So Dragon Byrne thought for a moment and nodded to the wizard.
Soon, Iomgar, led by the twins, came to the foot of the hill.
If it is said that the Rohirrim people did not understand why the elves and dwarves dared to challenge the Dark Land with 10,000 people. So when Iomgar first saw the Dragonborn standing on the hill and the Holy Spirit under him, Iomgar was suddenly shocked.
Under the sun, I saw a tall and majestic figure with a diamond crown on his forehead reflecting the colorful light!
On the pure white armor, an emerald green gem glowed faintly on the collar of the blue cloak, and a sacred horn was pinned to a silver chain around his waist.
The divine horse under the crotch is like the legendary Holy Spirit Nahal, shining with holy white light in the sun!
In particular, Iomgar accidentally met the eyes of the black-haired dragonborn. As a result, the unsuspecting Lord of Ordburg was stunned in place.
It wasn't until Dragon Byrne had to look away that Iomgar came to his senses.
O Ilúvatar!
Iomgar hurriedly rolled off his saddle and dismounted, his heart filled with shock.
Without thinking much, he reflexively held his chest and saluted, performing the most noble etiquette he could think of.
"Your radiance is brighter than all the stars in the sky put together! My lord, Iomgar salutes you!"
Dragon Byrne began to get used to this.
As Ilúvatar's blessing on him becomes more and more obvious, almost all races in the order camp will respect him from the bottom of their hearts, which is even more exaggerated than cheating.
Elves and dwarves are a lesson learned from the past. In contrast, the hatred and fear of orcs, trolls and the like towards him are also growing day by day.
It can be seen that no matter what he thinks, the trajectory of his destiny becomes increasingly clear.
only.
Iomgar spoke Common, which struck a chord with the Dragonborn.
Helpless, Dragon Byrne could only look at the gray-robed wizard expressionlessly - the brown-robed Radagast was not used to so many people moving together, so he ran ahead alone to explore the way ahead, or to hide. Gone at leisure.
Compared with Lord Golden Flower and the others, wizards with extensive connections are obviously more suitable for dealing with other races in Middle-earth.
"Children of Eorl, please raise your head. The person in front of you is Lord Dragon Byrne, the commander-in-chief of this coalition!"
Dragon Byrne felt that the wizard might not be snickering in his heart, because his eyes softened: "He will lead the elves and dwarves to the dark land in the east to crusade against the evil there, the descendants of Eol Why did you stop the army halfway?"
The conversation between the two was repeated by Glorfindel in Elvish.
Iomgar noticed this, and he looked at the tall figure on the hill in surprise.
Then he looked at Arasorn and the dwarf aside, with serious expressions.
He said: "The Rohirrim sentries noticed that the armies of elves and dwarves were marching to the east. They were well-equipped and looked solemn. They were obviously preparing to go to the distant battlefield, so they came to inquire. Dragon Byrne Is there a place for Rohan under your command?"
As soon as Iomgar said this, the leader of the knights under his command screamed: "My lord, you violated the law of the Cavalry King by doing this, and you will be punished."
Iomgar was silent for a moment, and unexpectedly tore off the family emblem that represented the leadership, and put away the white horse flag that represented the royal power. He turned back to the knights under his command and said: "I will participate in the battle in my personal capacity." You can report this action to King Fengel like this, if he wants to blame, please blame me alone!"
It must be said that Iomga's decision was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.
The marshal of East Rohan was surprisingly brave and resolute. After meeting him for the first time, he dared to join the coalition of elves and dwarves, even though he would rather be punished by the king of Rohan.
It's hard to say that this is something that a person who meets him for the first time can do.
Or is this another kind of foresight?
The elves began to discuss quietly.
Thorin Oakenshield couldn't help but take another look at the tall human in front of him.
Arathorn and Gandalf were smiling and silent.
Through Glorfindel's simultaneous translation, Dragon Bourne understood what was happening.
He drove Nahal down the hill.
Standing three meters high and exuding a holy silver light in the sun, Nahar looks even more sacred and oppressive when viewed up close.
As if suppressed by nature, these Rohirrim mounts even retreated uneasily.
The knights of Rohan controlled their mounts in a slightly embarrassed manner, and such a thought came to their hearts at the same time.
Oh my god.
Is this really human?
Iomgar was also shocked by the Holy Spirit in front of him, but he controlled himself well and did not retreat.
Then Dragon Byrne spoke, in his very unskilled Common Tongue.
"your name."
Although the Dragonborn had tried his best to control his power, Iomgar was still in a daze for a while, until he shook his head and shook the astonishingly magical voice out of his mind.
"My lord!"
Iomgar endured the shock in his heart and said loudly: "I am Iomgar, the son of Iogordo!"
Dragon Byrne nodded, "Follow me, Iomgar, son of Iogordor!" He said: "Don't fall behind and move forward, Rohirrim! Glory and death await us ahead! "
This last sentence was said in Elvish, regardless of whether the Rohirrim in front of them understood it or not. After saying this, the Dragonborn rushed towards the light one by one and ran towards the distance.
Glorfindel, Thorin, Arathorn and others on the hill immediately followed, riding their horses down the hill like the wind.
Only Gandalf and the twins remained. Among them, the wizard looked at Iomgar with a smile, his eyes shining with a light that only he understood.
Iomgar calmed down and then said to his original subordinates: "I have made my decision. If you are willing to follow me, please tear off the family emblem, put away the king's flag, and follow me to meet the unknown destiny! What if? If you don’t want to, please ride your horse back and report to King Fengel and tell him what happened today!”
As a result, almost all of Iored, who was originally under his command, obeyed the marshal's order, tore off the family emblem representing Fort Ald, put away the white horse flag of Rohan, and joined the coalition in a personal name.
The rest returned the same way and quickly reported to the Cavalry King of Edoras.
Seeing the Rohirrim reorganizing themselves and preparing to rush to the battlefield ahead, the gray-robed wizard who had been watching finally spoke.
He said.
"Son of Iogoldo, don't worry. The Cavalry King of Rohan will not blame you for this. On the contrary, your family will become even more famous across the ocean because of this choice!"
But Iomgar is not so optimistic, because he knows very well about King Fengel in the Golden Temple of Edoras. His behavior of ignoring the law will definitely anger the king, but he is already prepared to sacrifice. Prepare, so it doesn’t matter.
"It was my choice and I don't regret it."
Iomgar said so.
But he didn't know that the wizard had seen much more than him. Gandalf turned his gaze to the south with a smile on his lips.
October 17th.
The coalition forces passed through the Death Swamp and entered Dagorad, the War Plains.
On this day, the young son of the regent of Gondor, the prince of Rohan, and the son of Prince Doamroth also led the knights of the guard and ran towards the north.
At this time, the coalition forces could already see the Ash Mountains and Shadow Mountains.
The surroundings became more desolate, with clouds of smoke rising from the ground, and the bright crescent moon was obscured by the mist blowing from Mordor.
On the eighth day, the wind here even stopped and the air seemed stagnant.
The weather is getting colder too.
The earth seemed empty.
The dull and gloomy atmosphere was extremely dense.
On the ninth day, pits filled with poisonous water began to appear on the ground, accompanied by large piles of slag, gravel and blasted earth, which were the mess thrown by the rats of Mordor.
Many are even brand new.
It can be seen that the orcs of Mordor have not done nothing in recent years.
But the Holy White Council headed by the wizard has always turned a blind eye to this. I really don’t know what they are thinking.
To the south, the great defensive walls of Cirithgol are almost visible.
And in the center of the wall is the Black Gate.
It was a huge iron gate that spanned nearly 300 meters, was 20 meters high, and was more than three meters thick. No one knows how it was built, only that it now serves as the final barrier separating good and evil.
Beyond the door is a desolate and dark place.
On this side of the door is a world of light and hope.
The distinction between Jing and Wei is clear.
On the steep mountains on both sides stands a tall, pitch-black tower of fangs.
These towering spiers were originally built by the humans of Gondor in the early Third Age to monitor the entrance to Mordor and prevent Sauron from returning to his lair to make a comeback.
But now that men were weak, Sauron retook the two spiers built on the steep hills jutting out from the mountains.
No one can pass through the Fang of Mordor without being bitten, except those who answer Sauron's call, or those who know the code word to pass the level. The names of the two towers are Karhost and Nahorst.
Orojuin, the majestic figure of Mount Doom, stands far in the sky, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.
Everything seems to be saying: The light disappears here, and darkness arises!
But the coalition did not despair.
because.
On a towering waste mound in the distance, a majestic figure is riding a holy white horse, shining like a bright light in the direction of all the good races on the Central Continent.
In fact.
Dragon Byrne himself was not completely mentally prepared. He never thought that one day, he would represent all the good races on the continent, represent light and hope, and stand in the face of evil and darkness.
He sat on the broad back of the Holy Spirit Nahal, looking at the land that represented death and darkness, at the endless rugged rock peaks of the Ash Mountains and the Shadow Mountains, and at the towering figure of Mount Doom. Inner confusion and excitement.
"We actually made it here."
He said.
More than two months ago, he was even clumsily learning to speak under the guidance of the elves.
But now, he has stood in front of this infamous black gate, conquering the dark lord who once made the Central Continent fearful. It must be said that an epic sense of destiny poured into his heart.
"Don't hesitate."
The Holy Spirit Na Hal encouraged him: "Don't be afraid, knight with the blood of the dragon, this is the crystallization of your courage and the result of your efforts step by step. It will be remembered by future generations!"
This really gave Dragon Byrne a bit of relief.
He looked behind him.
As if in response to him, the horn of the light side was blown.
The passionate horn sound resounded throughout the world, as if provoking the evil on the other side of the door. Everyone felt excited, and the fear and uneasiness in their hearts were completely soothed by the fierce and high-pitched horn sound of justice.
Then, Nahar on the waste mound let out a long hiss and stood up.
That vigorous and holy figure immediately triggered huge cheers.
The elves, humans, and dwarves all shouted loudly for the Holy Spirit and the King, who represented hope and light. The loud and uniform cheers almost pierced the sky of this desolate plain that represented death.
At this time, passionate horns also came from the south.
Those were reinforcements from Gondor.
Ecthelion, Senger, and Adrasil finally arrived.
