As mentioned before, the white wizard Saruman was defeated and captured under the siege of Eonwë, Melian and Turka. In order to beg for forgiveness, Saruman reluctantly revealed a larger conspiracy.
Just as Turka was about to ask the white-robed wizard for more information about the enemy, a strong wind suddenly blew from the east. The descendant of Thorondor, the Wind King Whitehill flew from the sky and landed on the ruins of Orthanc.
"Hello, dear King of the North, I have been ordered to bring you bad news. The enemy has appeared in Utumno and led a despairingly large evil army southward, preparing to attack the dwarves. The hometown of Mirkwood. Now that Dain of the Iron Hills, son of Nain, is dead, the forest elves rush to help the Lonely Mountain, but neither the brown wizard nor the Eagle King is optimistic that they can hold the northern front."
Turka immediately looked at Aangwei who was aside.
Manwë's herald chose to remain silent.
Melian lowered her beautiful head. She never forgot that it was the dwarves who killed her husband Elw Thingol. Even though the dwarves who destroyed the kingdom of Doriath were not Turin dwarves, she did not have much love for Aulë's creation in her heart. Therefore, in the end, she did not participate in the war in the north, but returned to Aman with the defeated white-robed wizard.
Turka pondered for a moment, seeming to consider the impact of the news. At that time, the rising sun in the east was high in the sky, and its warm light shone on his silver-white armor, making it shine. The Essin River rushes down from the high pass in the north, flows down the mountain barrier on the east side of the ring, and then continues to flow south, sounding particularly noisy; the mist-shrouded and jagged peaks of the Mercedras Peak in the southwest But it is covered with snow all year round and shines high above the world: to the east is a dark green, with the southernmost tip of Fangorn Forest looming.
Countless silver-white armies, led by Aragorn and Gildo Inglorion, are hunting down the remaining strong orcs and humans in the Black Savage Land across the mountains and plains. The small black dots on the earth became sparse visible to the naked eye, while the silvery white light dots gathered more and more, until they occupied the entire South Kurunil Valley.
This made Saruman extremely resentful and jealous. He stared at the Silver King with hatred and wanted to spit out his sinister venom, but the power of the chain forged by Aulë was far beyond his imagination. At the other end of the zipper handle, Saruman's sinister plan was suddenly aborted.
However, this made Turka strengthen his inner thoughts.
He said to Whitehill: "I am very grateful to the big eagle for the warning. If Thranduil can also put aside the grudges of the past, then how can I retreat? Besides, I have promised that the dwarves will not fight against evil alone." It’s our responsibility.”
So saying, he summoned Aragorn and Gildor Inglorien. Inform them of the decision to lead all the cavalry to Gushan.
He said: "The enemy will attack us from the north and east and west. The Lonely Mountain will be another front. We must assist Thorin. Now, Aragorn, I will hand over the remaining troops to you, and ask you to lead them to defeat Enemies in the east, when my son leads all the northern tribes to Minas Tirith, you will work together to rescue the ancient white city. At that time, light and glory will once again fill the southern land."
Aragorn was one of the few leaders who knew all the plans of the Council of Elrond. He also saw that the war effort was urgent and changing rapidly, so he promised to take up this important task.
Therefore, Turka no longer stayed. He led the iron torrent of nearly 12,000 riders, accompanied by dwarves such as Eonwe and Gloin, left the group and rushed to the Lonely Mountain.
This was a long-distance race against time. Along the way, they walked non-stop through long valleys, over passes, across the Essing River, through the West Fold, and across the Onodro River and The Anduin River continues northward along the dangerous Rovanian Wilds, hour after hour, day after day, with very few breaks along the way.
But at that time, the morale of the knights of Elpera was very high, and they all had the spirit of being the protagonists who would end this era, even if they might go to death. They remained tireless, straightened their bodies, gritted their teeth, and followed the king and Eonwe as they galloped through the wilderness together.
Sometimes, Turka can even see the barbarians named Plovanian. They ride huge chariots, wear robes that are different from Western humans, and use scimitars and spears. Regardless of men, women, old or young, There are weird totems painted on their faces, which look murderous and rude.
However, what was not enough was that all the barbarians they met on the road turned around and fled when they saw this terrifying torrent of steel from a distance. Just because they saw that it was the silver-white king and Eonwe who were like gods who led this terrifying army.
Turka didn't pay much attention to this. Their purpose was to aid the dwarves and elves, and they had no time to waste hunting down these barbarians.
In fact, Turka had a vague feeling in his heart that he might be too late. In particular, he thought of the previous discussion between Saruman and Eonwë, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
Thorin, my friend, hold on.
Turka led Elpera's cavalry all the way north, anxious.
As a result, Turka met Lothlórien's reinforcements when he was still two days away from the Lonely Mountain, that is, close to the east side of the vast Mirkwood, not far from the Running River.
Lady Galadriel of the Golden Forest is one of the strongest elves in Middle-earth. At the same time, the gray elves of Karath Galazon have also been paying close attention to the enemies from the far north. But Lothlórien was still too far away from the Lonely Mountain. From getting the news to almost all of them dispatching to support, they were still much slower than Thranduil.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Turka."
It was Celeborn who led this army of more than eight thousand Silvan and Sindar elves, as well as the Noldor elves. He rarely wore a golden armor and helmet, and his long silver hair showed rich starlight in the sun.
According to legend, Celeborn had no favorable opinion of the dwarves because it was the dwarves who killed his uncle, Elwë Thingol of Doriath. But in the end, Celeborn chose to give up his prejudices.
At that time, he said to his wife: "Thorin Oakenshield will fulfill his responsibility, and Thranduil will die calmly. How can the rest of us stay out of it?"
Galadriel replied: "This is the last song of Lothlórien. After this battle, the legend of the Golden Forest will no longer exist. All the beautiful things here will dissipate in the wind as time goes by, but you I'll see you again in Tirion."
Therefore, Celeborn led most of the elves in Karathgarathon to the northern battlefield, just to complete the elves' responsibilities in this era.
"Greetings to you." Turka sat on Nahar's broad back, his golden vertical pupils shining brightly in the sun. He looked at the army of elves in front of him, almost everyone wearing armor and looking calm, and couldn't help but said: "I hope you and I can meet again."
Celeborn bowed slightly on one of his horses and said nothing.
In this way, Turka joined the army of Lothlórien and once again expanded the army to 20,000 people. They crossed the Running River together, followed the road opened by the humans in the old Changhu Town, and headed north. Finally, they arrived at the Lonely Mountain battlefield before the dwarves and the elves of the Woodland Kingdom collapsed.
At that time, the majestic sound of the sacred horn Urumure resounded throughout the Middle Earth. Turka Aracano led the first 12,000 heavily armored cavalry to appear on the plains in front of the ruins of the original River Valley City. , eight thousand Lothlórien reinforcements also appeared behind them.
They occupy the ruins of the original Riverdale City - the city was rebuilt many years ago, but during the long wars of the Dark Ages, the new Riverdale City was eventually abandoned. At that time, the lord of this place, Ba'in, son of Bard, even died because of it.
Then the horns sounded in praise of the rising sun; the standard-bearers hoisted the silver king's standard, and the west was covered with the banners of Carathagalas. Looking from the walls of Erebor, the new reinforcements were arrayed in the valleys and plains to the south. The golden sunlight shone on them with astonishing power. They were dressed in shining armor, and the long swords and lances they held in their hands formed a forest of bright swords and halberds.
The enemy couldn't help but be shocked.
Many people didn't even know whether to continue attacking the dwarves and elves in the valley, or to turn around and escape. There were indeed many of them, even more than the Woodland Kingdom, the Mountain Kingdom, Lothlórien and the Kingdom of Elpera combined. They were so full that they almost filled the entire valley.
But they still felt extremely uneasy and afraid.
Because they recognized the person represented by that flag and saw the majestic figure sitting on the Holy Spirit. As a result, the nearly collapsed front was briefly restored.
It was at this moment that a voice shouted loudly: "utulie"n aure! aiya eldalie ar atanatari, utulie"n aure! Behold, people of the forest and people of the mountains, reinforcements have arrived! Hope has come!" All those on the hills and in the mountains who heard his loud cry responded with a loud voice: "auta i lome! The night is over!"
"The whole army attacks!"
Without any nonsense, Turka raised the Spear of Aegros and pointed it at the enemy to the north. He had already seen the Balrog in the valley who was still killing dwarves and elves crazily, and he had also seen the battle between the eagle and the dragon in the sky, but he did not see Thorin's figure in the crowd, nor did he look at it. Seeing the poisonous snakes lurking in the darkness, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope in his heart.
In an instant, there were wild shouts everywhere. This loud voice seemed to echo the previous voice. It greatly inspired the light camp and at the same time made countless orcs almost run away.
I saw the silver-white knights leveling their spears, and tall horses charging from the south from slow to fast. In the east, Yaryn's light pierced the gray mountains and fell here.
But it was Celeborn's army on the left that attacked them first. The gray elves of Karasgarathon fired their rain-like arrows. Thousands of sharp arrows instantly took away the thousands of orcs and wolves at the front, loosening the thick formation.
Immediately afterwards, Elpera's horse crashed into the enemy with the sound of rumbling hooves, and the mercury swept away everything on the battlefield.
This scene is almost a replica of the Battle of the Pelennor Fields in the movie "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King," even more brutal and bloody.
While wielding the extremely sharp Spear of Aeglos, Turka was killing the enemy group wantonly, while shouting: "Thorin, where are you? I came as promised!" Under his impact, almost Without any hindrance, he reached the front of the ferocious and violent Balrog.
Then he sadly saw the body of his old friend, the King Under the Mountain, lying miserably on the cold ground, dying at the door of his beloved home.
When the terrifying flame demon saw the majestic and glorious figure of the silver-white king, he couldn't help but let out a terrifying roar and attacked him with a flaming whip with countless whip tips. But his right foot was obviously staggering.
Turka recognized that the wound on the Balrog's leg was caused by the Elven sword Orcrest. Before the king under the mountain fell, he bravely slashed him.
As a result, Turka became angry and violent, and his eyes burst out with intense light. He drove the Holy Spirit Nahar, waved the Aegros spear, and fought with this demon from hell.
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Their fighting was so fierce and so terrible that almost no one dared to come near them. They used roars against roars, spears against whips, and steel swords against flaming knives. Almost every attack brought irreparable damage to the land.
In the end, the angry silver king was obviously better than the Balrog. With the help of Nahar, Turka chopped off the huge head of the Balrog with his sword Karasia and won the battle. .
Behind him, people from Lothlórien and the Woodland Kingdom, as well as the Turin dwarves and the humans from the Elpera Kingdom gathered together and launched a final charge against the enemy.
Countless enemy corpses continued along the charging path to the east hillside.
And when the silver-white king, who had killed the last Balrog on the battlefield, was about to turn his head and look east, a jet-black light pierced the chaotic battlefield and hit the figure sitting on Nahar's back like a poisonous snake probe. Erka.
The attack was so fast and sudden that even Turka didn't react. He only felt his vision blur before he was hit by Alatar who had been lurking in the crowd.
It was a long sword that exuded an unknown black light. The power from Morgoth even caused the tip of the sword to instantly pierce the heavy armor forged by the Elf Master.
"Alataar, your actions have betrayed the order of the great king. Now return with me to Valmar to accept the judgment of the gods." Eonwë, the herald of Manwë, appeared in time for Turka. In front of him, he blocked the sneak attack of the blue-robed wizard for the silver-white king.
And grabbed the fallen blue-robed wizard from the shadows.
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