Like Gramdrin and Orcrest, Aegros was forged in the Holy Land of the West by the craftsmen of the ancient high elves themselves. Has incredible abilities.
Under the starlight, this magic spear will emit a soft white light. When waved in the sun, it will greatly encourage the user. During the final battle of the Alliance, Gil-galad used Aegros to greatly frighten Sauron's army. And defeated Sauron.
However, after the final alliance war, this weapon no longer appeared. Everyone thought that this magical weapon had been lost, but they didn't expect it to be in Chierdan's hands. But considering that the shipbuilder was the Lord of Linton after Gil-galad, this makes sense.
Unlike Gramdrin and Orcrest, the Spear of Aegros can be resized according to the owner's wishes, just like the Ring of Power - all 19 rings have this ability. For this reason alone, Aegros is more suitable for Turka than Gramdrin and Oakcrest.
The floor of the cave is a movable secret door.
It's very thick and needs to be opened from the inside.
But this couldn't stop Turka. He clenched his fist and punched it through the gap in the floor. With a click, a hole appeared.
Gandalf looked like you said you didn't know beforehand.
Turka smiled and said nothing.
He asked Nahar to make an appointment to meet on the other side of the mountain. Then the two of them jumped down into the cave of the Orc Dungeon in the Misty Mountains.
The tunnel is very deep and dark, and the path is winding and complicated.
The two of them continued to slide down, and the air became unbearably hot. Finally, their eyes lit up, a weak breeze blew, and a cave entrance appeared in front of them.
Looking at the deep and unknown exit below, Turka stretched out the Aeglos in his hand, and the sharp blade was directly inserted into the rocks on both sides of the tunnel, successfully slowing down the fall.
Then jump lightly to a platform. Much more respectable than a wizard.
Gandalf got up from the ground and looked at everything in front of him with the help of the faint firelight in the cave and the light of the gem on the top of his staff.
This is an orc town built deep in the mountains. It is filled with wet water, human bones and animal bones, and wooden bridges and dungeons connecting the various buildings in the cave.
The putrid smell accompanied by the weak wind filled every corner.
In the darkness, you can still vaguely hear the excited gurgles and babbles of the orcs.
and the dwarf roared in rage.
"I hope we're not late, let's go this way." The wizard identified the direction of the sound and said.
Turka didn't say anything, just picked up the spear in his hand and followed.
The two of them walked through the darkness, following the faint light of the fire.
The orcs had dug this place so hollow that the rocks were so far apart that the dragonborn didn't even worry about hitting his head. In fact, if they wanted to, these scruffy and filthy creatures could be just as good as dwarves at tunneling and mining. Among them, they can make hammers, axes, swords, daggers, picks, pliers and various torture instruments very well.
It's just that half-orcs are born to prefer robbery and destruction, and have no special enthusiasm for creation and production. Only under the force and whipping of a powerful leader will they muster the strength to forge and dig.
Whenever this happens, they always complain, complaining that the leader's whip is too strong and hurting them; complaining that the work is never finished.
Because of this, tight security is almost non-existent.
And they had just caught tonight's prey. Everyone was screaming with excitement and celebrating lively. The wizard and the dragonborn crossed the slender wooden rope bridges with almost no obstacles and approached. The central area of the orc town.
Suddenly, they both stopped at the same time.
The light on Gandalf's staff went out; Turka tightened his grip on Aegros.
"...Tie the dwarves up, whoosh, snap!
Crack with the whip!
The gallows is thick, beat hard, beat hard!
Crying, wailing! Orcs like the sound of this!
Crush bones, break necks!
You will die here without anyone knowing!
This is the underground orc kingdom! "
A very scary and disgusting song came from the orcs. They are preparing to torture our poor dwarves.
"Perhaps we are not too late!" said Gandalf.
In fact, in the shadow on a flat boulder, sat a huge orc with a huge head, surrounded by heavily armed orcs, holding axes and axes they were good at using. Scimitar.
A large fire was lit in the center of the cave, and torches were stuck on the surrounding walls, illuminating the cave. And Thorin and the other dwarves were being tied together with iron ropes, and were left in the middle sluggishly, with their faces either bruised or swollen, or filled with anger.
The ponies were huddled in a corner, with all their luggage lying open on the ground. The orcs rummaged through it, took it to their noses, smelled it, plucked it here and there with their fingers, and then they fought over it, noisily. In a ball.
Finally, the orcs' singing stopped.
An evil, harsh sound like the grinding of stones sounded.
"I know a man who puts a bounty on your head, just your head! Yes, maybe you know him too, and he also has a blood feud with you! Bolger, the new pale orc, vows to empty out the Turin royal family and take revenge. Father's enmity! Maybe I can cut off your head and give it to him in exchange for a bounty. Thorin Oakenshield, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom Under the Mountain! Oh, I forgot, you don't have a mountain anymore, so No more kingdom, haha.”
Then there was a burst of chirping laughter.
Thorin's determined voice sounded at this time.
He said.
"If that beast wants revenge, just come! I'll show him that the dwarf's ax and hammer are no weaker than his!"
"The mouths of dwarves are much tougher than their axes." The harsh voice mocked: "You may think that you are more awesome than the Silver King? Why won't Bolg find it difficult to hunt you down? This No, wouldn’t you just fall into my hands?”
"Then you may want to consider letting us go!" Bahrain's voice sounded: "Because we were traveling with that distinguished lord, but were caught here by your men. If you don't want to face that lord's Dragon Fire, then you’d better send us out safely and politely.”
The harsh voice really surprised him. He screamed like an angry big mouse, panted again, and asked his stupid men angrily.
"Is what the dwarf said true? Have you seen the big shot?"
Someone said: "I saw a tall old man. He used terrible lightning to kill several of us. Then a huge figure used a terrible spear to chop four or five people into two pieces. Yes. , that’s all I saw.”
"Tell me about that person, tell me about that person!"
The orc leader's voice was shrill and frightened. He said: "Is he Turka Aracano? The nemesis of the Dark Lord, the Lord of Annuminas! Dwarf, tell me!"
"Maybe you are looking for me?" A voice joined in, as friendly as a friend from afar.
When almost all the dwarves heard this, they immediately shouted excitedly: Turka!
"What are you waiting for?"
The wizard jumped out of the darkness, and a dazzling white light flashed out, blowing out all the torches. Sparks from the bonfire flew and ignited the skins and hair of the orcs.
special.
In the crowd, a blazing dragon flame cut through butter like a hot knife, burning all the orcs leading to one side of the road into a ball of coke!
"Stand up, dwarves, it's time to fight back."
Accompanying Gandalf's roar was the flame from the Dragonborn's mouth. The fire first extinguished and then sprayed towards the orcs on the other side of the road.
The fire was blazing, sweeping across everything. Only the central passage is left.
"Dragon Flame! He is Turka Aracano! The Silver King!"
The huge orcs instantly became a mess. They screamed, howled, roared, pushed, ran away, fought, and cursed. The situation was really difficult to describe in words. Even if you roasted hundreds of wild cats and wolves slowly over a fire, the chaos would not be comparable to this.
"Curse you, murderers!"
The tall, fat Orc screamed, scared and angry: "I am going to lose my life because of your stupidity. Why are you provoking this disaster! Go away, go away, the Orc Kingdom will usher in its end." La."
The wizard jumped into the crowd, and with a wave of Gramdrin in his hand, he cut the iron chain in the dwarf's hand.
The dwarf immediately picked up the weapons on the ground excitedly, and followed Gandalf to charge.
Especially Thorin, he waved Orcrest angrily, and together with the wizard, he killed the orcs around the leader in a few strokes, and came to this fat and disgusting big guy.
"Now, let's see whose head falls off first!"
The dwarf king and the orc king fought at the same time, and with a bang, the magic on Orcrest instantly knocked the orc's fat body away.
"That's not fair!"
The harsh voice of the orcs came from the dark underground.
Thorin looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, and the anger in his heart was slightly relieved.
"This is not a good place to be in a daze." Turka carried Aeglos and walked over. His golden vertical pupils were like two gems, shining in the dark cave.
"They may not dare to show their heads, but they still have the courage to shoot arrows from a distance. If we don't want to take hidden arrows, let us get out of here quickly."
"Where is Bilbo?" In the confusion, the wizard finally discovered that something was missing. He looked around in shock and worry, counting the number of people.
But the shortest one in the crowd was missing.
I counted it twice, but one was still missing.
"He disappeared at the beginning." Among the dwarves, Dori was the last one to see Bilbo. He said loudly: "The orcs ignored Master Baggins' cunning, and the hobbits took advantage of the chaos and escaped."
"Get out first." Turka said: "Maybe he is luckier than all of us. Maybe he has another destiny to fulfill. We can't help him here. Maybe we can wait for him outside."
In fact, perhaps because they were in their own town, in the darkness, some orcs began to gain courage, secretly drew their bowstrings, and started shooting at the dragonborn and dwarves.
Thorin immediately agreed.
Gandalf looked worriedly at the dark Orc cave and was silent.
Under the leadership of the Dragonborn and the Wizard, everyone fought towards the middle road and forced their way out.
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