Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings
Chapter 107 Nine Dragons' Might
Chapter 107 The Power of a Dragon
Smaug's huge body landed on an abandoned bell tower outside the church, his claw-like limbs clung to the cold rock, and the ferocious dragon head full of thorns pointed at the orcs below, opening its mouth like a waterfall Like a fiery dragon flame.
In an instant, the entire street was turned into a sea of flames. At least a hundred orcs were set ablaze, and screams could be heard endlessly.
Almost all the half-orcs in the streets and alleys in other directions dropped their weapons in panic, turned around and fled.Not even one person dared to face the dragon and the silver king.
Because they all know that mortal weapons have no effect on dragons.
and.
In the next moment, another torrent of flames poured down like a horse.
As a result, countless orcs were killed. The scorched and disgusting smell and the scorching heat made the surroundings of the church look like hell.
This greatly shocked the surrounding elves.
The Elf King even felt that the scars on his face were in pain.
But the silver king and the giant dragon didn't stay here, nor did they say hello to the elves. After breaking free from the siege of the elf king and Legolas, the giant dragons immediately flew up, one person and one dragon flying towards Raven Ridge. go.
There, there was another scourge to deal with.
In fact, when Turka Arakano returned from the east with the power of the dragon, Bolger was instantly terrified.
When the destructive dragon flame fell from the sky and destroyed Borg's long-planned plan, it didn't even think about it, and its immediate reaction was to turn around and run away!
"The Great King of Darkness is above, and he is the King of the North again! And this time, a giant dragon is added! Is this something human can stop?"
This beast was even more cunning, and its strength was far inferior to that of its predecessor, the Pale Orc. With a broken heart, it rode a huge wolf that had been prepared earlier, and fled down Raven Ridge.
But Turka's eyes were sharp, and he saw the pale figure that should have ended long ago from a very far away.
So he drove the dragon, and went straight to Borg who was fleeing in panic.
Smaug seemed to know the grievances between Turka and Bolger. It stared at the poor orc commander below, and spewed out a mouthful of dragon flame.
Bolger had already sensed the terrible wind in the sky.At the critical moment, this cunning half-orc jumped off the wolf and rolled on the ground in a state of embarrassment, only then escaped the pain of being burned by the dragon flame.
But its personal guards and the orcs around it were not so lucky.
Accompanied by the most terrifying flame in the world, more than a dozen orcs and wargs directly turned into balls of fire, until they melted into a pool of foul-smelling mud.
Seeing this terrifying scene, Bolger broke out in a cold sweat.
But Bolger's luck ended there.
"You disgusting monster, I should have killed you back in Myslond."
A voice came from the sky, the sound of wind and thunder under the control of the silver-white king, descended from the sky, and jumped in front of him!
"No!"
Looking at the tall figure that almost became the nightmare of all the evil races in Central Continent, Bolger climbed up from the ground in fear, and slammed the warhammer in his hand at the Silver King.
"Stop."
Turka Arakano said, majestic and undeniable, a pair of golden vertical pupils like a dragon gleamed faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Bolger was in a trance for a while, and the warhammer in his hand stopped inexplicably.
It wasn't until the cold blade brushed Bolger's neck that the cunning and sinister villain woke up, but it was too late. The pale orc's eyes went dark, and the fire of life quickly disappeared from it.
It turned out that while Turka controlled Bolger with the sound of magic power, he picked up a machete on the ground, walked up to it, and decapitated him with one blow.
Bolger's death symbolized the end of the war involving dragons, dwarves, elves, humans, and half-orcs.
Looking at the half-orcs who were driven by Smaug to run all over the mountain, and the blazing battlefield, I have to say that Turka felt a little bit of: "That's it?" feeling.
Indeed, as time went by, few in Middle-earth could stand against Turka save those mighty ones who could not hide.Even the Balrog that made him afraid at the beginning, Turka felt that he could fight against it now.
So a trace of complacency and pride surged in Turka's heart.
However, soon, he restrained his inner pride.For he remembered Manwë's warning.
south.
shadow.
Is it Sauron?
Or is it true that Morgoth has returned?
Thinking of this, Turka felt a little more anxious, because he thought of the gray-robed wizard who had been missing since he left this adventure and went to Gondor.
Maybe I should check it out.
Thinking of this, Turka invoked the Holy Spirit Nahar.
A white light stopped in front of him.
Turka rode the Holy Spirit from the Blessed Land, and headed straight for the tall mountain.
And old Smaug vented his depression at those nasty orcs. For a while, the whole valley was filled with the screams of orcs, and a lot of steam and black smoke shot straight into the sky.
The surviving dwarves hugged Dyne II and gathered in front of Erebor's gate in fear, clutching their weapons tightly.
Balin, Duvalin, Felicili, and Bove Bumbo all gathered on the high wall, looking at the tragic situation in the valley dry-mouthed, with joy and fear at the same time.
"we won?"
Everything seemed unreal to Bilbo, like a dream.
In the sky, old Smaug was constantly chasing and killing those ferocious (?) Orcs. The valley in front of the Lonely Mountain and the mountain range to the west were ablaze, and countless Orcs screamed and turned into ashes.
The roar of the dragon and the screams of the orcs are like a piece of music from hell, which makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.
Later generations of dwarves used many poems to describe this war and describe the ferocity of the dragon Smaug.Almost all the dwarves living in the Lonely Mountain have never forgotten the majesty (cruelty) of the dragon.
"Smaug is getting better?" Bilbo asked stupidly. "Or is he going to finish off the orcs first, and then eat us?"
Thorin watched all this with a complicated expression, and remained silent.
"Thorin."
A silvery snow-white lightning came in from the valley, and suddenly stopped in front of the dwarf.
It is the silver king.
Felicili, Beauforbumber, Groin, and Noredori all cheered. "We won! It's Master Turka! He conquered the dragon!" Everyone in the adventure team shouted.
Looking at that familiar figure, Balin finally showed a relieved smile on his old face.
"Salute to you!"
Hearing this thunderous name, Dyne II couldn't help but push away the surrounding guards and walked out. "Your legend is sung even in the distant Iron Hills." The lord of the Iron Hills stroked his chest and saluted the Silver King: "Great Lor Odegon."
"Dain II?"
Seeing the dwarf's braided beard and eyebrows quite similar to Thorin's, Turka thought deeply.
"The dwarves of the Iron Hills are willing to serve you, my lord!" Dyne was stunned by the sacred light of Valinor on the Holy Spirit—Aoli's blessing still stayed on Nahal, and the power of the dwarf creator made him The dwarves present felt inexplicably kind and scared.
So everyone lowered their heads and put down their weapons.
Thanks to Shadow of Remnant, Lin Suer, Mingwu or2, Zhang Liangsen, and Baputi for their monthly tickets.
(End of this chapter)
Smaug's huge body landed on an abandoned bell tower outside the church, his claw-like limbs clung to the cold rock, and the ferocious dragon head full of thorns pointed at the orcs below, opening its mouth like a waterfall Like a fiery dragon flame.
In an instant, the entire street was turned into a sea of flames. At least a hundred orcs were set ablaze, and screams could be heard endlessly.
Almost all the half-orcs in the streets and alleys in other directions dropped their weapons in panic, turned around and fled.Not even one person dared to face the dragon and the silver king.
Because they all know that mortal weapons have no effect on dragons.
and.
In the next moment, another torrent of flames poured down like a horse.
As a result, countless orcs were killed. The scorched and disgusting smell and the scorching heat made the surroundings of the church look like hell.
This greatly shocked the surrounding elves.
The Elf King even felt that the scars on his face were in pain.
But the silver king and the giant dragon didn't stay here, nor did they say hello to the elves. After breaking free from the siege of the elf king and Legolas, the giant dragons immediately flew up, one person and one dragon flying towards Raven Ridge. go.
There, there was another scourge to deal with.
In fact, when Turka Arakano returned from the east with the power of the dragon, Bolger was instantly terrified.
When the destructive dragon flame fell from the sky and destroyed Borg's long-planned plan, it didn't even think about it, and its immediate reaction was to turn around and run away!
"The Great King of Darkness is above, and he is the King of the North again! And this time, a giant dragon is added! Is this something human can stop?"
This beast was even more cunning, and its strength was far inferior to that of its predecessor, the Pale Orc. With a broken heart, it rode a huge wolf that had been prepared earlier, and fled down Raven Ridge.
But Turka's eyes were sharp, and he saw the pale figure that should have ended long ago from a very far away.
So he drove the dragon, and went straight to Borg who was fleeing in panic.
Smaug seemed to know the grievances between Turka and Bolger. It stared at the poor orc commander below, and spewed out a mouthful of dragon flame.
Bolger had already sensed the terrible wind in the sky.At the critical moment, this cunning half-orc jumped off the wolf and rolled on the ground in a state of embarrassment, only then escaped the pain of being burned by the dragon flame.
But its personal guards and the orcs around it were not so lucky.
Accompanied by the most terrifying flame in the world, more than a dozen orcs and wargs directly turned into balls of fire, until they melted into a pool of foul-smelling mud.
Seeing this terrifying scene, Bolger broke out in a cold sweat.
But Bolger's luck ended there.
"You disgusting monster, I should have killed you back in Myslond."
A voice came from the sky, the sound of wind and thunder under the control of the silver-white king, descended from the sky, and jumped in front of him!
"No!"
Looking at the tall figure that almost became the nightmare of all the evil races in Central Continent, Bolger climbed up from the ground in fear, and slammed the warhammer in his hand at the Silver King.
"Stop."
Turka Arakano said, majestic and undeniable, a pair of golden vertical pupils like a dragon gleamed faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Bolger was in a trance for a while, and the warhammer in his hand stopped inexplicably.
It wasn't until the cold blade brushed Bolger's neck that the cunning and sinister villain woke up, but it was too late. The pale orc's eyes went dark, and the fire of life quickly disappeared from it.
It turned out that while Turka controlled Bolger with the sound of magic power, he picked up a machete on the ground, walked up to it, and decapitated him with one blow.
Bolger's death symbolized the end of the war involving dragons, dwarves, elves, humans, and half-orcs.
Looking at the half-orcs who were driven by Smaug to run all over the mountain, and the blazing battlefield, I have to say that Turka felt a little bit of: "That's it?" feeling.
Indeed, as time went by, few in Middle-earth could stand against Turka save those mighty ones who could not hide.Even the Balrog that made him afraid at the beginning, Turka felt that he could fight against it now.
So a trace of complacency and pride surged in Turka's heart.
However, soon, he restrained his inner pride.For he remembered Manwë's warning.
south.
shadow.
Is it Sauron?
Or is it true that Morgoth has returned?
Thinking of this, Turka felt a little more anxious, because he thought of the gray-robed wizard who had been missing since he left this adventure and went to Gondor.
Maybe I should check it out.
Thinking of this, Turka invoked the Holy Spirit Nahar.
A white light stopped in front of him.
Turka rode the Holy Spirit from the Blessed Land, and headed straight for the tall mountain.
And old Smaug vented his depression at those nasty orcs. For a while, the whole valley was filled with the screams of orcs, and a lot of steam and black smoke shot straight into the sky.
The surviving dwarves hugged Dyne II and gathered in front of Erebor's gate in fear, clutching their weapons tightly.
Balin, Duvalin, Felicili, and Bove Bumbo all gathered on the high wall, looking at the tragic situation in the valley dry-mouthed, with joy and fear at the same time.
"we won?"
Everything seemed unreal to Bilbo, like a dream.
In the sky, old Smaug was constantly chasing and killing those ferocious (?) Orcs. The valley in front of the Lonely Mountain and the mountain range to the west were ablaze, and countless Orcs screamed and turned into ashes.
The roar of the dragon and the screams of the orcs are like a piece of music from hell, which makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.
Later generations of dwarves used many poems to describe this war and describe the ferocity of the dragon Smaug.Almost all the dwarves living in the Lonely Mountain have never forgotten the majesty (cruelty) of the dragon.
"Smaug is getting better?" Bilbo asked stupidly. "Or is he going to finish off the orcs first, and then eat us?"
Thorin watched all this with a complicated expression, and remained silent.
"Thorin."
A silvery snow-white lightning came in from the valley, and suddenly stopped in front of the dwarf.
It is the silver king.
Felicili, Beauforbumber, Groin, and Noredori all cheered. "We won! It's Master Turka! He conquered the dragon!" Everyone in the adventure team shouted.
Looking at that familiar figure, Balin finally showed a relieved smile on his old face.
"Salute to you!"
Hearing this thunderous name, Dyne II couldn't help but push away the surrounding guards and walked out. "Your legend is sung even in the distant Iron Hills." The lord of the Iron Hills stroked his chest and saluted the Silver King: "Great Lor Odegon."
"Dain II?"
Seeing the dwarf's braided beard and eyebrows quite similar to Thorin's, Turka thought deeply.
"The dwarves of the Iron Hills are willing to serve you, my lord!" Dyne was stunned by the sacred light of Valinor on the Holy Spirit—Aoli's blessing still stayed on Nahal, and the power of the dwarf creator made him The dwarves present felt inexplicably kind and scared.
So everyone lowered their heads and put down their weapons.
Thanks to Shadow of Remnant, Lin Suer, Mingwu or2, Zhang Liangsen, and Baputi for their monthly tickets.
(End of this chapter)
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