Turka rode on the back of the Holy Spirit Nahar, walking through the sunshine and holy flowers, and the whole Annuminas cheered.
People gathered on both sides of the street to see the king off with hope, although this hope was also mixed with worries about the disaster of war. But he still saw the light of hope shining on the faces of the citizens.
Nearly a hundred years later, the north was far more powerful than the south.
I saw a river formed by war horses and armored soldiers walking through the neat and wide streets. The sound of the steel armor stepping on the stone slabs and rubbing against each other was like a war horn.
In this battle, Elpera dispatched a total of sixteen legions, nearly 100,000 people (6,000 men per legion). Almost all of these 60,000 people were clad in steel armor, holding spears, with standard long swords at their waists, and shields with images of spreading wings of a dragon hung on their backs.
There are also nearly 12,000 heavily armored knights.
Some of them had part Númenorean blood, though it was rare, but yes, they were descendants of the Dúnedain. Many of the remaining people are the descendants of the humans that Turka rescued from Mordor before, and they are the race of the fusion of northern wanderers and mountain people. They were born in Elpera, a land blessed by the Western gods, played here, grew up here, and were far stronger than ordinary humans. Also wiser.
The most elite among them are the veterans who have experienced the battle of Moria. Each of them is heavily armored and armed with huge spears and shields. They are energetic and well-trained, comparable to medieval humans.
These warriors are also willing to sacrifice everything for their king, even their lives. Just because their commander is Turka Aracano, the first dragonborn in Middle-earth! Those favored by the gods! High King!
"Wan Sheng!"
people shouted.
Shocking cheers rose and fell one after another until they converged into one voice.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live Turka Aracano!"
Almost everyone who has witnessed the appearance of the northern army firmly believes that this battle is a battle of hope, and mankind will achieve supreme glory after this battle.
Those were nearly 100,000 tall and fully armed warriors, not farmers who could only wield manure forks and wooden sticks!
No one can resist such power.
However, Turka was in a calm mood. He didn't even wear a helmet, but just tied up his hair with a forehead crown. The blue cloak hung behind him, covering the strong back of the Holy Spirit. The bright silver armor was sacred and majestic.
At that time, although he still held the love for Middle-earth in his heart and his appearance remained the same, Turka knew that he was old. What this old means is that his power grew stronger, and although Ilúvatar's blessing freed him from the rules of Arda, his heart grew weary as time passed.
This is a process that immortals must go through, and Turka is no exception.
Maybe, after this battle, my responsibility will be over. Turka thought in his mind - his eyes couldn't help but fall on a certain figure on the auditorium.
Time is really a powerful weapon. The once tiny baby has now grown so big.
And he has been stuck in this world for nearly a hundred years.
Thinking that his wife had been away for more than ten years and that the twins had grown up, Turka felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with going to a blessed place to retire.
Then he saw Olofenwe again, and he nodded to the western high elf.
Olofenwei had obviously communicated with Turka in private, as he humbly touched his chest and bent down. Behind him, a large group of handsome Teleri elves with shining faces, who were obviously much taller than the Merikundi in Middle-earth (elves who had never seen the light of the Double Sacred Trees) looked around curiously. With.
Even, since the viewing platform was so big, more Xigui elves stood among the crowd, under the big trees, and in the courtyard, paying respectful glances to Turka.
Coupled with the looming dull whistling sound from the north, Turka patted the strong and slender neck of the Holy Spirit with confidence, and like a bolt of lightning, pierced the darkness before dawn, and rushed out.
Behind him, the army of steel torrents drove out of the city gate of Annuminas and headed south.
When the cheers gradually faded away, when this huge and majestic silver army appeared in the north and south, the sensation it caused was huge.
It can even be said that it is more exciting than when Turka led the elven army to attack the northern demon cave Karndum.
Because although there are some elves in the Silver King's team in this battle, there are not many of them.
So are the dwarves.
No one knows what the silver king is thinking. All that is known is that, except for the five hundred elves and a few dwarf craftsmen, Turka basically did not send out the elves from the north and the valley.
But even so, the shock brought to the world by Elpera's 100,000-strong army going south was still shocking. Even in the "uninformed" Shire, those hobbits who love the countryside and crops are looking forward to the long-lasting peace coming to Middle-earth again after the war.
In fact, when the army passed through the vast Mingshirias and met Aragorn and others waiting here by the Gray Water River, a strange king's flag appeared at the same time next to the double-winged dragon flag of the Arakano family.
It was a flag embroidered with a white tree with a crown and seven stars.
This is the banner held by the king among men. It was passed down from the first Elendil, Lord of Arnor and Gondor, to the thirty-third Earnur, for a total of 2171 years. The year is where mankind's orthodox hope lies.
"My king."
Aragorn wears the reforged Andúril (meaning: Fire of the West, the Holy Sword of Nasil), and on his head is the star of elendil - also known as Elendil Mir , the Star of the Northern Kingdom, the Star of the North, is an elven gem like a white star set on a mithril headband. It is the symbol of royal power in the Northern Kingdom of Arnor - Salute to Turka Aracano: " I hope, please let me be the vanguard in this battle! Because the Holy Sword has been reforged, humanity’s hope is not over, and the flames of the west will wash away the haze in the world!”
"Then follow closely, Aragorn." Turka said: "When I charge, you will protect my left flank."
Aragorn retired happily. Behind him, there were more than 300 homeless people, almost the greatest help that the Aragon clan could provide. Boromir and Faramir were among them. One of them wore a horn inlaid with silver. One carries a huge longbow on his back.
And when the army crossed the Gray Water River.
Another group of humans caught up with Turka.
At that time, there was a loud trumpet blast from the west, which sounded like it came from some empty place. Their notes merged into a single sound that rumbled across the Gray Water River.
That's the Aboriginal remnant of Ellyn Vaughn. They rode horses, wore leather armor and helmets decorated with feathers, and each carried a longbow. More like a hunter than a warrior. The leader of them is Mormo, a muscular human with gray eyes and long black hair.
At that time, Aragorn and the others were very surprised by these unexpected reinforcements. They were slightly taller than ordinary humans, but thinner. Their eyes were sharp, their fingers were thick and long, and their eyes were filled with the wisdom of elves, much like Aragorn back then. tribute.
"They were once our kindred," Aragorn said to Boromir.
Boromir and Faramir thought so.
Soon, Mormo was taken to the king's tent.
When the herald stepped down, the forest man immediately bowed respectfully to the Silver King and spoke in a language that was a mixture of Elvish and Western Tongue. "The sounds of war are also heard in the forests of Ellinvorn. Mormo and his people have never forgotten the teachings and gifts of Kunnedor and Eibanath. Today, we are here to follow. Only To prove that the people of the forest are no less loyal than the men of the plains.”
Then Turka thought of the days when he and his wife lived by the sea. He was sad and happy at the same time. He said: "Are the forests of Ellyn Vaughan still lush? I have not walked that land for many years. Do the people there still remember Albernath under the stars?"
Mormo looked very excited and said loudly: "The forest of Ellin Vaughn will always sing the song of the Starlight Queen, and we will never forget it."
Turka nodded, feeling the sadness in his heart ease a little. He thought about it and agreed to follow the forest people. "Then, follow up." He said: "Humanity should be united, whether in the forest or on the plains."
As a result, the emperor's army became even larger.
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It is indeed the author's fault here, and the author stood at attention and was beaten.
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