Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 19 The Dragon's First Ming (Continue to Ask for Recommendation Collection)

The fight took place around 8pm.

After two hours of hasty marching, the half-orc army finally arrived at the vast plain more than 2 meters away from Gray Harbor.

Looking at the dark sky in the distance, there are many steel guns, and looking around, there are all horrible scenes of dirty and ugly figures of half-orcs.

On the white city wall of Gray Harbor, the elves breathed only for a short while.

Both sides are foxes of thousands of years, what kind of tricks they have against each other, and the elves and half-orcs who have been attacking each other for tens of thousands of years really don't know too much.

"Array in formation, in formation, with shields in front and spears behind!"

The black orcs of Mordor rode their wargs and kept running in the half-orc phalanx that had become chaotic due to the hasty march. The ancient words of Mordor, which had disappeared for a long time in the north, resounded in the night sky.

One by one, the half-orcs who carried shields or spears were whipped and beaten by these ferocious and burly Mordor wolf riders.

These timid and cowardly half-orcs now had a greedy evil light in their dim eyes, staring at the elves on the holy white city wall of Gray Harbor not far away.

"Etc., etc!"

Nearly 500 meters away from Gray Harbor, Azog the Defiler stood on a simple, tall wooden watchtower, pacing excitedly.

"Get our siege engines in place, get our siege engines in place! Well, sound the horn!"

"Um~"

The huge conch horn located behind the orc army was immediately blown.

Listening to the dull sound of horns of different lengths, the 10 phalanxes at the forefront of the orc army moved immediately.

"waaaaagh!"

These dirty and depraved creatures shouted excitedly, raised their shields, carried blood-stained spears or scimitars, maintained their basic formation, and strode forward.

Behind them, five tall and primitive siege vehicles slowly but firmly moved forward.

"Prepare!"

Gemil raised his left hand with a calm expression.

On the city wall, a total of 1000 fully armed elves draw their arrows and bend their bows, their movements are uniform, just like one person!
"Target their eyes and wrists!"

Gamil, who was in charge of commanding the more than 1000 elves, shouted without even a slight fluctuation in his voice.

"put!"

Both sides are races with night vision capabilities, and there is no visual impairment. It is estimated that the half-orcs have already entered the range. Gemil gave an order, and the elves fired arrows at a distance of 800 meters.

Puff puff.

The terrifying rain of arrows killed hundreds of half-orcs in an instant, almost without a trace of their eyes and wrists showing their lives!
These unlucky half-orcs all either got arrows in the eyes, the arrows went straight to the head, and they hiccuped without a sound, or they got arrows in the wrists, and they screamed and dropped the shields in their hands.

The reason why the rest survived may be that multiple elves set fire to a half-orc at the same time.

or.

Maybe these guys deserved to die.

These lucky guys were either touched by the orcs next to them in an emergency, or their wrists trembled suddenly, or their feet softened, and they were lucky to escape.

Seeing the fellow clansmen around them fall down one after another like dominoes, the eyes of the orcs who were the first to enter the range of the elves also turned red.

They roared and screamed.

Unable to maintain the formation anymore, he strode forward frantically, as if he could avoid those nasty, damn pointy-eared deadly arrows on the wall.

You say why they don't run back.

That's because the pale orcs only bark at themselves, and bully the weak and fear the strong from the north.

After ordering the first batch of orcs to attack, he sent out the second and third batch of orcs one after another, pushing and forcing the orcs in front to move forward.

Facing the tide of beasts, the northern elves just mechanically bent their bows, nocked their arrows, loosened their strings, bent their bows, nocked their arrows, and loosened their strings.

Arrows fell like rain.

Large swaths of orcs fell down like cutting leeks.

The terrifying long-range fire suppression of the elves is evident at this moment.

But even so, Azog, who was supervising the battle in the rear, was still excited to throw teams of half-orc squares onto the battlefield.Because he knows that only by getting closer can it be possible to defeat these nasty despicable pointy ears that only shoot arrows,

After paying the huge casualties of at least 3 phalanxes, the orcs' phalanx of crossbowmen finally came within range.

On the city wall, Gemil also noticed the long-range troops of the orcs.

But there was no way, although the elves, under the command of Gemil, gave priority to attacking the long-range units of the half-orcs, but first of all, these short guys holding half-orc short bows were protected by the shield phalanx in front.

Secondly, as more and more half-orc phalanxes were thrown into the battlefield, almost 6 people had gathered under the short 2-mile-long city wall of Gray Harbor.

These half-orcs were all wearing helmets and armor, and the formation was thick. When the arrow rain shot to the end, even the elves could no longer harvest human lives like mowing grass.

"Um~"

Seeing that his long-range troops were still in place, the pale orc immediately ordered someone to blow another command.

These half-orc phalanxes with short bows immediately set up their bows and shot arrows.

Duo duo duo.

The black arrow feathers flew towards the high wall of the elves, and the elves on the city began to suffer casualties.

There is no way to do this. On the battlefield, it is not your turn to dodge, otherwise everyone will be like this, and your line will be lost.

at the same time.

"Hmm~~"

With the rapid and heavy sound of horns, more and more ladders, cloud carts, and even simple trebuchets and ramming carts appeared on the battlefield.

Moreover, the rough-skinned and thick-skinned trolls also began to enter the arena.

These almost five-meter-high giants carry large chunks of stones and trebuchets on their backs. They are commanded by the short and cunning half-orcs of the Misty Mountains, and they continuously shoot out the stones on their bodies. It is much easier to use.

Moreover, these giant monsters have rough skin and thick flesh. Unless the arrows of the elves hit their eyes and necks, it is almost difficult to kill them.

"Back row, shoot!"

Commander Gymir shouted to a group of elven archers below the walls.

These elves immediately bent their bows and set up arrows, and let go of their hands by throwing them.

"Shuo Shuo."

There was another rain of arrows, they crossed the city wall of Gray Harbor, and quickly hit the half-orcs outside.

However, although the half-orcs in front fell down again and again, the pale orcs couldn't bear the fact that they didn't take the half-orcs as their lives.

Amidst the rapid and high-pitched horns of the pale orcs, the trebuchets and trolls began to show their power, and the huge boulder flew over a distance of more than 600 feet and smashed heavily on the city wall of Gray Harbor.

Although it did not cause damage to the main body of the strong city wall of the elves, the boulders that hit the parapet and the wall stacks successfully caused great damage to the elves.

Looking at the large number of half-orcs who have already pressed under the city wall, it has to be said that Azog the Defiler's reckless offensive posture like fueling tactics has indeed achieved good results.

Gemil, who had been carefully observing the comparison of the battlefield situation between the two sides, immediately waved his hand.

"The ballista is ready."

On the city wall, another killer weapon of the elves - the ballista, showed its power.

"put!"

Following an order from Commander Gemil.

The war machine made by the elves, which is specially used for mass destruction, suddenly burst into a burst of toothache.

Click.

boom.

Several metal storms glowing with faint light streaked across the dark night sky, hitting the tall and crude siege cloud cart of the Orc.

As a result, there is no doubt that the implements made by the pale orcs to climb the high white walls of Gray Harbor immediately fell apart.

The half-orcs inside screamed one after another, and before they could make a sound, they turned into a ball of shredded meat.

This is not over yet, after the huge metal storm broke through the orc's cloud car, it continued to plunge into the boundless army of orcs like a tide.

The result was yet another horrific flurry of stumps and broken arms.

After the death storm that brought endless blood and rain stopped, the half-orcs realized that it was a sharp blade with many horns.

In addition, the metal blade fired by one of the ballistas successfully hit a troll, and the sharp spinning blade cut the tall troll in half like cutting tofu!

Terrible rain of filthy blood splashed all over the surrounding area.

However, although the elf's ballista caused great damage, the half-orc's counterattack came soon.

Under the strong push of the half-orcs regardless of life and death, finally, a group of half-orcs successfully carried the simple version of the ladder and passed the death arrow rain of the elves.

Excitedly, they hooked the ladder with hook teeth on the white city wall of Gray Harbor.

Then this group of lucky half-orcs screamed wildly, waved their weapons, and began to climb up.

"Kill them!"

Gamil opened the bow and arrow in his hand, and said without changing his expression.

Arrows fly like shuttles.

These dirty, ugly, depraved creatures who were over excited immediately fell down from the ladder like a hedgehog, and fell into a pulp.

But it is undeniable that at this point, the war has entered a fever pitch.

Azog was excited and pacing back and forth restlessly on the observation deck. He anxiously looked at the sky, and then at the battlefield that was already in fierce battle, his eyes couldn't help but look to the south.

"what happened?"

In the southern city, Eleven walked to Dragon's side, imitating him, and turned her eyes to the wilderness further south.

But unfortunately, the rugged mountain road and the deep night of Emin Bellad (Tower Hill) hindered the sight of the female guards.

In the end, the female guard, who found nothing, shook her head strangely and asked him.

At this moment, the female elf was dressed in a military uniform, and the decent and light armor not only did not conceal the beauty of the female elf, on the contrary, under the silvery night, the female elf with long black and smooth hair looked beautiful against the backdrop of the exquisite female elf armor. Extraordinarily heroic.

"I can't tell."

Dragon Bourne was inexplicably uneasy. He frequently looked towards the south. The huge shadow of Emine Bellad (Tower Hill) made him feel a sense of crisis for the first time.

"A feeling of being watched by others, as if something is about to move in the mountains to the south."

He murmured in the Noldor tongue.

At this time, Aminas also came over.

He is the commander of the elves responsible for guarding the southern city. Like Gemil, he has been to Valinor, the holy land in the west, and has seen the glory of the Two Sacred Trees. Will, the ancient elves who followed when they returned to the Central Continent.

"Mestors is right."

Like Yi Liwen and Gamil, this handsome elf with long black hair and gray eyes held the sword at his waist and said calmly, "The wind tonight is so quiet that it makes one's hair stand on end!"

Seeing that he said the same thing, Yi Liwen couldn't help but also frowned.

Forget about the dragonborn, now that even Aminas has said so, what will really happen tonight?
She remembered the warning from the master of Gray Harbor.

Is it...

Surprised in her heart, Yi Liwen imitated the two and stood absent-mindedly on the city wall south of Gray Harbor, staring in a daze at the deepening mountain path outside.

As time passed, the shouts of killing from the east became more violent, and the sound of huge horns and the roar of boulders became more and more urgent and intense.

In the end, even Aminas began to worry about gains and losses.

Maybe it's just my own illusion?
He frowned, his handsome face showed an expression other than calm, he looked east hesitantly, the anxiety in his heart was self-evident.

But the next moment.

The dark-haired Mestors was the first to call out.

"Wolves, lots of wolves!"

Aminas turned his head quickly, and saw an unforgettable scene.

In the dark night, countless wolves were running fast and roaring, rushing out from the deep path of Emyn Beled (Tower Hill), like a gray tide, swiftly heading towards Mythrond (Grey Harbor) ) Come on!

Back in time a few hours ago.

The son of Azog, Borg the Pale Orc, led thousands of wolves, all the way through the home of the hobbits, the left area of ​​the Shire, behind the town of Big Hole, which is the closest to the elf kingdom.

Detour the Far Hills, enter the narrow pass between Emyn Baled (Tower Hill) and South Ered Luin, and come to a col a few leagues south of Grayhaven.

Borg inherits certain traits from Azog the Defiler.He knew that the sharp ears in Gray Harbor were very sensitive, and getting too close would arouse their vigilance.

Therefore, this cunning half-orc took advantage of the rugged mountain roads and deep jungles of Emyn Beled (Tower Hill) to hide the wolves.

That's why Dragonborn and Aminas couldn't find them.

It wasn't until the time agreed upon by the insidious orc and the blasphemer Azog arrived that Borg, under the cover of the dark night, excitedly drove the huge pack of wolves from the rugged mountain road of Emyn Beled rushed out.

But a pity.

Their plan has already been spoiled by the master of Arda, Manwe, through the breeze, to the master of the Gray Harbor.

The elves not only deployed heavy troops at the south gate.

Moreover, the dragonborn's golden vertical pupils that radiated a faint precious light like amber in the dark immediately spotted the pack of wolves crawling quietly under the dark night.

"Wolves, lots of wolves!"

he shouted.

Awakened the elves on the wall.

"Indiscriminate shooting, get ready!"

Aminas was taken aback by the huge pack of wolves like the gray tide, but his professionalism made him not forget to issue the command immediately.

The elves immediately raised their bows and arrows.

But the speed of the wolves is far from that of the half-orcs.

When Borg and the wolves saw that the elves had taken precautions, they completely tore off their camouflage, roaring, and rushed out of the shadows.

Their speed was astonishing. In just a few breaths, they crossed half a league and entered the shooting range of the elves. After another breath, they came to the white city wall of Gray Harbor.

At this time, the arrow feathers of the elves had just shot three or four waves.

The burly Orc whined on a bone piccolo.

The huge pack of wolves suddenly jumped up horribly, stepped on the holy white walls of the elves, and almost jumped onto the 10-meter-high city wall!

"shooting!"

Aminas yelled sharply, more sharply and nervously than Gemil who had been fighting for several hours.

Dragon Bourne silently put on an exquisite helmet whose appearance was somewhat similar to the Helmet of Domination in a certain game in the previous world, only the eyes, nose and mouth were exposed.

"Now, we are one!"

Okay, here we go again.

The heart of the black-haired dragonborn was beating violently, causing the blood in his body to flow rapidly as if boiling. The golden pupils under the heavy helmet were excited, but also timid and at a loss in the first battle.

He raised the silver hammer.

He exhaled a hot breath.

With one hammer, the skull of a tall, burly and ferocious giant wolf was smashed into a pulp!
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