Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 142 Fighting the Balrog Again
The passionate shouts and screams alarmed the demons hidden in the deepest part of Kazadum.It awoke from its slumber, opening its evil yellow eyes, and the smoke and flames around it rose.It has huge horns, thick limbs, and hands like claws.There are no fangs in the bloody mouth, because they don't need it.

All within it is fire, and its shadows are its armor.Behind it, a mass of thick smoke and shadows stretched out from its broad back like a pair of fleshy wings.A row of flaming mane runs from its neck to its tail.

It is Balrog, the ancient demon.

The nemesis of the dwarves of Turin.

The Balrog roared violently, announcing its terror to the world.

The coalition forces and half-orcs who were fighting trembled in unison, a certain fear from the depths of their soul welled up in their hearts, even the most powerful elves couldn't help showing hesitation and anxiety.

At that time, Gildo and Bahrain, as one of the leaders of the coalition forces, surrounded Turka and did not participate in the fight. "This voice is both familiar and strange, and I haven't heard it for many years." Gildo's handsome face showed a trace of fear, and he said, "But I know their past. In ancient times, our relatives fought these demons more than once. Many tragedies in the elves have their shadows."

"Durin Buster," Balin wailed, uttering the name that terrified all the dwarves.

Turka was already prepared, he said loudly: "Everyone, keep the formation!"

In fact, even if he didn't say anything, the coalition forces stopped hesitantly. They gathered together, their hands and feet were weak, and they were frightened and uneasy.

Hearing that terrifying roar, the half-orcs themselves had a lot of turmoil. Many timid half-orcs escaped cleverly. They followed the tunnels extending in all directions and escaped into the darkness without looking back.But more Orcs remained.Apparently, the orcs knew what that was.

In retrospect, the half-orcs and the Balrog themselves belonged to the same camp, so it is not surprising to know that there is a demon hiding in the ground.It's even possible that these half-orcs are the lackeys raised by this Balrog.

In short, the truth of the matter is no longer important.

The burly orc leader with a spear shouted and cursed loudly, trying to maintain its evil army.Its furious voice was so piercing in the suddenly quiet battlefield.

In the darkness, Turka's sharp eyes instantly fixed on the 'burly' half-orc leader who stood out from the crowd compared with these low misty mountain orcs.

After estimating the distance, Turka found that the distance between the two sides was almost 800 meters.Dragonborn had to marvel at the grandeur of this ancient shrine to the dwarves.

"Kill him," he said.

Immediately, an elf pulled the bowstring, loosened his hand, and several sharp arrows went straight to his throat, heart, and head.

However, this half-orc was very vigilant. When he realized that his voice was the loudest in the field, he immediately hid vigilantly behind a half-orc who was not far away in size.

As a result, almost at the same time, several sharp arrows pierced the darkness, hitting the unlucky guy's head, throat, and heart.

Seeing that the half-orc leader actually hid in the crowd and escaped unharmed, Turka also had to sigh with emotion for the guy's cunning and vigilance.But this is a small episode, what is more important now is the hotter red light at the end of the darkness.

It is said that the silver king said to the elves and dwarves at that time: "Guarantee our retreat and stay vigilant. When I kill the Balrog, or be killed by the Balrog, you should know what to do."

The dwarves were inspired by the stamina and bravery of the silver king, and courage bloomed in their hearts again, "The dwarves will never retreat, for the sake of the ancestors!" Bahrain shouted with all his might, his stout waist straightened!

The dwarves looked at each other, morale returning to them, "Durin ai-mênu!" Nori and Oin led the shout.

The general idea should be that the ancestors are watching us.So the dwarves all cried out, and the fear disappeared from their hearts for a while.

And the humans in the Kingdom of Elpera saw the king walking out with the spear of Aeglos in one hand and the shield in the other, and their morale was greatly boosted.They clenched their weapons tightly, looking nervously and expectantly at the tall figure in front of the formation.

At the same time, at the dark end as far as the coalition forces could see, on the other side of the cave.In the doorway between the two rows of rock reliefs carved to look like the trunks of giant trees, there was a faint red light of fire.

Some kind of dull roar came continuously.It seems that some ancient demon is coming here.

The half-orcs pushed each other anxiously, resisting fear and anxiety, and made way for the doorway.

After a while, a blazing red light emerged from the bottom, and tongues of fire licked the edge of the gully from time to time and sprang out, coiling around the base of the stone pillar.Wisps of black smoke swayed in the scorching air.

coming.

Almost everyone has such a thought in their hearts.

In the next moment, a huge figure with flames and thick smoke suddenly appeared in the doorway.It's like a human, but bigger.It is full of power and terror, and it has not yet come, but its momentum has arrived.

I saw it open its bloody mouth and let out an extremely terrifying roar.Instant boundless fear swept everyone in the tall and magnificent dwarf hall.

After more than half a century, the coldness and darkness that I had experienced outside Myslond (Grey Harbor) came to my mind again.

Turka frowned, couldn't help opening his mouth, and let out a louder and more shocking roar.

Afterwards, the dwarves who were lucky enough to participate in this battle described it like this.

"...The shadow and flames ignited from the depths of the earth, and it came! It brought endless fear and death! It is the messenger of destruction, the tyrant of flames!
... The supreme king uttered a challenging roar, his voice was full of anger, and his eyes were firm and fearless!He wields the elf's spear, blocks the enemy's flaming sword with his shield, and fights bravely with it!
...we have won!Turca Aracano pierced its heart!The Turin Busters are down! Hammêlêkh ai-mênu!"

The latter word should mean long live the king, but what many scholars in later generations doubted is that this historical document of "Battle of Khazadum" was obviously written by someone in the Moria recovery army led by Bahrain Who does the "king" refer to?
Among them, a large number of scholars who study this part of history believe that 'Hammêlêkh' refers to the dwarf leader Bahrain or Sorin II at that time, but at the same time, a small number of people believe that this 'Hammêlêkh' should refer to the future unified Turka Arakano, the founding emperor of the Elpera Empire in Central Continent.

In addition, there are similar legends and poems among elves and humans, all of which praise the bravery and greatness of the silver king.

The same is true.

When the roar of the Dragonborn resounded through Central Continent after more than half a century, the shocking power became even more majestic and terrifying.

I saw that the whole mountain was trembling in the roar of Turka Arakano, and the huge echo echoed in the empty and tall dwarf hall, shaking the eyes of the elves, humans, dwarves, and half-orcs inside. Trembling, almost want to run away.

Even the Balrog was frightened by the dragonborn's roar, the flames dimmed, and black smoke billowed.

It was very surprised, even a little hesitant.This creature in front of me is neither an elf nor a man, but he possesses a power greater than those of the Noldor Elven-lords in the First Age—this terrible monster slept so long that it missed many thing.

It didn't even hear the call of its master.And in its heart, it has not experienced a similar feeling for a long time.

Yes, it was scared.

The immortal part of the Balrog is warning it that this strange race in front of it is very dangerous!
However, evil and ferocity soon drove it forward again, and the ancient demon came out of the doorway, and flames burst out of that terrible figure again.

From the shadows it drew a long, blazing sword, and in its left hand swung a whip with many strands.

Turka saw that a fight was inevitable.So he also clenched the spear of Aegloth and the elf shield in his left hand, and slightly bent his knees.

In the next second, the battle broke out instantly.

The flaming long sword of the Balrog attacked first, but Turka held up his shield to resist without fear. With a bang, the long sword made of flames of the Balrog struck the elf's shield and burst out dazzling sparks. The sword shattered into pieces of flame.

But Turka didn't dare to relax, because the Balrog's real killer was the flaming whip.Historically, Feanor, Fingon and even the spider demon god Ugoliant have suffered greatly under the whip of the Balrog.Therefore, when the Balrog swung its long whip, and it rolled towards his ankle like a snake, Turka immediately raised his left foot vigilantly, and stepped on the flaming whip fiercely.

The Dragonborn's physique determines that he is not afraid of the flames of the Balrog, nor is he afraid of its halo of fear, and now his strength is not weaker than that of the Balrog.

Therefore, when the Balrog was shaken because the weapon fell under the enemy's feet, the Silver King took the opportunity to leap forward, and unexpectedly bullied the ancient demon covered in raging flames and black smoke. The snow-white spear tip in his hand Straight into the Balrog's chest!
The Balrog finally realized that the person in front of him was not easy to mess with. He let go of the long whip in his left hand, raised his thick right arm, and blocked it in front of his chest.

It really saved its life.

I saw that the tip of Aegloth's spear pierced its right arm first, and then pierced its chest without stopping!
But the Balrog is a fallen Maya that existed in ancient times after all. Its body is unexpectedly strong, and it takes a little longer for the spear of Aeglos to pierce its thick arm than Turka expected.

And it was this throw that gave the Balrog a chance to react. It swung its arm without fear of pain, and pulled the spear in Turka's hand.

As a result, the spear of Aeglos slashed across its left side of the chest, and a large stream of molten blood spewed out, but it avoided the fatal wound.

Turka also noticed that the sharp spear in his hand was being taken sideways, but he did not panic, gripped the handle of the spear tightly, and pulled it horizontally, the sharp spear of Aeglos cut off the Balrog's right arm!

The Balrog was startled and angry, the flames in his body seemed to be lowering, but the darkness was expanding.Its intact left hand pulled out another flaming long sword from the shadows, and chopped it down with one blow.

Turka is no longer the rookie he was when he first came to this world.Today he is highly skilled and composed.He used the shield in his left hand to resist the Balrog's attack, and the spear in his right hand continuously created wounds on the enemy.

However, the enemy's biggest reliance has no effect on him, so no matter how the Balrog struggles, the ending is almost predictable.It made the half-orcs retreat like frightened birds and beasts, including the 'burly' half-orc leader.

Finally, after an attack, Turka pierced the Balrog's chest fiercely with the spear of Aeglos, and he blinked his eyes in disbelief.

How... so easy!
Looking at the ancient demon who was nailed to the cold ground with the spear of Aeglos, and the flames and black smoke around him were gradually extinguished, Turka thought for a while, pulled out the spear, stepped on the body of the Balrog, and stood tall. Raising the famous weapon of Gil-galad, the last High King of the Noldor, the Tall cried, "Now, slay them all!"

But in fact, at that moment, in the eyes of the elves, dwarves, and humans in the Elpera Kingdom, the silver king's eyes were like Vera's, shining brightly!The majesty and vastness are too majestic to look directly at!

"For the king!"

The humans in Elpera Kingdom were the first to rush out excitedly. "For Elpera!" they shouted, rushing bravely at the fleeing orcs.

Behind the humans, handsome elves and stocky dwarves also drew their bowstrings, waved sharp axes, and joined the battle bravely and excitedly.

The battle that took place in the year 3001 of the Third Age cannot be concealed from those who are interested.

When Turka Arakano led the great army of the North to fulfill his promise, a raven flew over mountains and rivers, through wilderness and hills, and came to the far south.

Come to Minas Tirith.

Thereupon seven shadowless knights, shrouded in long black cloaks, set out at once from Minas Ithil, who had fallen back into the clutches of the night, when no one was watching them in the night, on gigantic horses with flaming eyes. black horses, galloping north.

They don't need to sleep, they don't need to eat, they are the Nazgul (Nazgul), the most loyal minions of the Demon Lord.

Yes, they are back.

With the deepest hatred and anger of the Dark Lord, these undead who escaped into the shadows reappeared in this star-studded continent.

As for why it is seven, not nine.

That was because one of them went to Mordor, and directed the barbarians there to flow through Morannon and into Ilythian.One went to the Great Moor of Rovanion and commanded the Ridermen to attack Rohan.

They first followed the North-South Highway, crossed the Aisin River Ferry, and entered the Enid area.Then they took the secret path, avoided the checkpoints and roads guarded by the northern spies, took the Nin-in-Erme Marsh (Swan Marsh), forcibly crossed the Graywater River, passed the Barrow Hills, and reached the Shire.

Hobbiton.

Bag bottom.

The gray-robed wizard with white beard and hair seemed to sense some kind of danger, he frowned, and even forgot to smoke his most beloved long grain leaf tobacco, turned his head and looked towards the east.

"Gandalf?"

A younger, more handsome hobbit looked at him strangely.

"Ah? Ah." The wizard stood up uncomfortably as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his head almost hit the chandelier on the roof: "Sorry, Frodo, what did you say?"

　Thanks to Feng Sui Shui, Bai 07, Baxia who likes dark text, Doraemon Doraemo, traveling in April, the arrogant marshal, the man who bears the fault of this world, Titan89, the monthly pass of the shining emblem.

　　
　
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