To the west of the Lonely Mountain, about thirty leagues away, an evil army was advancing rapidly.
Among them were huge trolls, giant Gundaba orcs riding wolves, and half-orcs wearing iron armor with black and yellow teeth, who were dirty and smelly.
They held scimitars and danced giant sticks. Under the leadership of Bolger, they formed a huge black snake and snaked towards the lonely mountain.
Suddenly, several Gundaba orcs riding wargs galloped from the east.
"The pointy-eared forest elves have left the Lonely Mountain and they have escaped." These orc spies reported to Bolger. "There are only dwarves on that mountain now, thirteen dwarves."
Bolger, who was riding on a huge white warg, had a ferocious light in his one eye: "Very good, let's kill those arrogant dwarf scum first and occupy that mountain! Let the western legion pass through the forest as soon as possible , when we return, we will attack from both sides and eliminate those stinky elves with pointy ears in one fell swoop!"
The spies immediately turned around and ran toward the west.
"Don't stop, you lazy idiots! Pick up your feet and run forward! The war has begun!" The new pale orc roared, swinging a huge hammer in the air.
The horn of terror that had disappeared for ten years was sounded again.
This evil army suddenly let out a variety of chilling roars, and the snake-like team twisted quickly.
Above them, a huge swarm of bats covered the sky and the sun, covering up Yaryn's glory.
at the same time.
On the east side.
The reinforcements from Iron Hills are also running quickly.
"Everyone, hold on to your reins and strap on your spears!" A dwarf with a long beard tied into multiple braids and a helmet, whose eyes looked very similar to Thorin's, was riding a huge wild boar. Stopping under a small hill, a large group of horned sheep riders rushed past the hill like a tide.
"The Lonely Mountain has been recaptured, and the Turin dwarves have returned to their ancestral land! Don't stop, our people and our king are waiting for our rescue!"
This person is none other than Dyne!
Son of Nain.
Thorin's cousin.
He leads the dwarves of the Iron Hills and is a dwarf hero whose valor is even greater than that of Thorin.
In 2790 of the Third Era, the 32-year-old Dain defeated Azog's army in the Battle of Azanubizar. Because of his fierce and fierce fighting style on the battlefield, Daiin won Because of this, he got the title "Iron Foot".
Now, he received news from the raven of the Lonely Mountain that his cousin, Thorin Oakenshield, the king of the Turin dwarves, had retaken the Lonely Mountain and was being besieged by humans, elves and even orcs. He couldn't sit still anymore and directly led 500 horned sheep knights to come day and night, vowing to make all enemies who dared to peek at the ancestral land of the dwarves look good!
The dwarves of the Iron Hills are stronger and taller than the dwarves of the Blue Mountains. Like Daine, they like to tie their beards into braids, wear armor made entirely of mithril, and wear a chain forged from fine steel. A, carrying a spear gun more than 3 meters long on his back, and an ax for close combat on his waist.
In addition, they even had a small buckler, which showed that they were well-equipped and well-trained.
In fact, after the royal family of Turin was driven out of the Lonely Mountain by Smaug, the dwarves of the Iron Hills were the most martial of the Seven Kingdoms.
It was precisely because of this that Dain's father, Nain, was able to lead the dwarves of the Iron Hills to defeat Azog's army in the Battle of Azanubizar, and became famous.
If Nain hadn't been arrogant later and led his army too deep into the enemy army, and was beheaded by Azog, which caused the morale of the dwarves to plummet, Daine would not have played at all.
Now, this dwarf hero with a fiery personality and fierce combat responded to the request and order of the King Under the Mountain, leading the 500 horned sheep knights in the vanguard to come to support him, and more Iron Hills dwarves were coming in a steady stream.
Coupled with the fateful arrival of the skin-changing Beorn, and the elves who may join the battlefield at any time, it is still unclear who will win.
Everyone was trying their best to rush to the lonely mountain, and speed became the main theme in the cold winter of 2941 of the Third Era.
Bilbo rushed back to the Lonely Mountain about an hour in the afternoon.
He refused the Elf King's offer and insisted on returning to his dwarf friends. He said: "I have done everything I can do. The hand that decides fate is never the little hand of the Hobbit. Thorin may have become crazy, but he was willing to put down his weapon and save my life! Then I should accompany him Complete the last journey! No matter whether the fate behind is tragic or a perfect ending."
This greatly shocked the proud elf.
Thranduil said: "Perhaps there was no legend of Hobbits before, but now there is. Please accept my respect, Bilbo Baggins, your loyalty to friendship is touching. The Woodland Kingdom will always welcome you, and you will Friend to all elves!”
He also promised that the elves would rush to the Lonely Mountain when needed and would never let the dwarves face the terrifying front of the orcs alone.
So, Bilbo left with satisfaction.
But he ultimately didn't make it in time for lunch.
He secretly climbed back to the high wall from the crack in the stone, then took off his magic ring in a deserted place, and appeared in front of the dwarf with a tired look on his face.
"Where have you been?" Thorin asked him coldly.
Balin and Dwalin were with him.
Seems to have been reconciled.
"I'm looking for your gem below." Bilbo seemed a little impatient. His reason even made Balin secretly exclaim: "You know, the dwarves have too many treasures, piled up like a mountain. I want to find one inside." An inconspicuous gem, so embarrassing."
Thorin's expression softened a lot, and he murmured: "The Arken gem is not an inconspicuous stone. Its beauty is comparable to the stars in the sky! If you have seen it with your own eyes!"
It has been given to the elf by me!
Bilbo thought this in his heart, his eyes flickering a few times. Said: "But I'd rather trade it for a comfortable bed and delicious afternoon tea in Bag End! How rude of you to eat your lunch without waiting for me!"
Thorin glanced at him and walked away with a groan.
Bilbo and Balin looked at each other, nodded understandingly, and looked away.
Everything seems to be moving in the right direction.
But all the good moods were gone by five o'clock in the afternoon.
"Bats, lots of bats."
A black cloud flew from the west, which was a group of bats. They screamed and came very quickly, approaching the mountains. After a while, they came to the lonely mountain and hovered above their heads, covering all the surroundings. The light filled everyone's hearts with fear.
The dwarves know that this is the spy and pioneer of the orcs, and a war pet kept by the orcs. Thorin and the others had already seen it when they were in the north.
"The enemy is coming!"
Bofur, who took over Bombur's guard, screamed, his shrill voice echoing in the depths of the empty mountain.
