Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 22 Reinforcement
Dragon Burn.

A special flame that contains magical power.

It was brewed in the belly of the giant dragon, and then sprayed out through the mouth, with the power to melt iron and glitter gold.

A weapon of disaster, a magic of destruction.

The Elves of Middle-earth have suffered greatly since the first dragon in Middle-earth, Glaurung, was created by Morgoth, the Dark Enemy.

The most famous of these are the 'War of Sudden Fire' in 455 and the 'War of Tears' in 472.

In these two battles, the giant dragon Glaurong caused unimaginably huge casualties to the coalition forces of elves, humans, and dwarves with his terrible magic flame.

Many heroes of elves, humans, and dwarves died at the mouth of the dragon.

It was also at that time that all the benevolent races in Middle-earth firmly remembered the horror of the dragon fire.

just now.

The elves followed the oracle of Ulmo, the ruler of the waters and the king of the sea, and the man who came back from the sky, the "little guy" who called himself Dragon Bourne, actually looked like a giant dragon, breathing a dragon at the mouth. flame.

The elves present were all stunned.

The elves closed their blades in unison, reorganized their team, and regardless of the fleeing wolf, they took a few steps back again and again to avoid the terrible flames.

I saw that the flame was scorching, it was not ordinary fire, it was as thin as an arm at first, but with the breath of the dragonborn, it quickly turned into a monstrous flame, and spread powerfully for a hundred meters away.

The scene was a spectacle.

Countless ferocious giant wolves who were ferocious and violent before were swept away by this terrifying flame, and their fur, their flesh and blood were all burned violently under the raging dragon flames until they turned into Pools of ashes.

"woooooooo~~"

The remaining wolves howled like defeated dogs, clamped their tails tightly, and fled quickly.

But the dragon descendant turned his head angrily, and the dragon flames followed him like a shadow. Under the terrifying power, hundreds of wolves were tortured by the dragon flames and turned into ashes!
Bolger was almost scared out of his nerve. He never thought that the giant in front of him was so terrifying.

That's the dragon's roar and dragon flames!

He's not damn pointy ears, stinky elves don't have abilities like him...

He is a star that fell from the sky!
He is a dragonborn!

The half-orc Borg desperately beat the sitting giant wolf, not daring to turn his head, lest the guy who looked like a giant dragon and breathed out dragon flames would catch up.

Lord of Darkness above.

The tall and burly half-orc shouted in his heart: How can there be such a terrible existence in this world!

How should I report to the cruel defiler now?
Thinking of the gloomy expression of the blasphemer Azog before departure, Bolger, who immediately ran away when he saw something wrong, thought about it, and didn't dare to go back to the battlefield in the east. Instead, he turned around and took a small path to the ancient capital of Dor .

He was followed by a few Mordor black orcs who had escaped riding wargs.

Here.

Looking at the area from the huge Misrond to the Emyn Beled (Tower Hill) plain, it is full of burning hell and the smell of burning and meat.

There were traces of fear and hesitation in the eyes of the elves.

But eventually, the elves regained their composure.

They all saw the grief-stricken look on the Dragonborn's face as he hugged Yi Liwen, and saw that he bravely killed the enemy for his companions, regardless of life and death.

Knowing that the person in front of me has a noble character, not a despicable and shameless villain like the pale orc...

Finally, as the last batch of wolves tightened their tails, the howling of the defeated dogs escaped from the sight of the black-haired dragonborn, and reason returned to Dragon Bourne.

He blinked his eyes helplessly, then closed his mouth cruelly, and the terrifying flame disappeared immediately.

"Cough cough."

The new fire-breathing dragon...Dragon Bourne coughed a few times in discomfort, and as a result, sporadic sparks burst out of his mouth.

He was so scared that he hurriedly closed his mouth again.

Obviously, like Dragon Roar, he has not yet fully mastered this new ability.

In other words, Dragon Bourne himself was also in a daze about his sudden acquisition of the flame breath that only a dragon possessed.

He only remembered that with the death of the female elf, he fell into deep self-blame and anger.

Then, dazed by his anger, he broke into the pack of wolves alone, and began to slaughter frantically.

However, the frenzied killing made his heart beat faster and faster, and the beating became stronger and stronger. In the end, he only felt that his whole body was on fire, and a strong impulse made him want to vent.

Just at that time, a tall and burly orc unexpectedly attacked him, which surprised him.

Fortunately, the orc's black arrow was miraculously blocked by the nose guard of the helmet forged by the elf master.

After reacting, Dragon Bourne became even angrier.

Angry, he poured out all the anger in his heart mixed with that surge of power!
In the end, what surprised him was that when this surging force mixed with his anger met the outside air, it magically turned into flames.

At that moment, Dragon Bourne himself was also confused.

Obviously, this is the ability blessed by the most holy Iluvita.But I have to say that seeing the enemy turn into ashes under his anger, Dragon Bourne felt a bit of joy in his heart.

Eleventh, I will have more Orcs buried with you, and I hope you will see them in the halls of Mandos.

Here, the eyes of the elves in the distance became warmer when they saw his awkward, even clumsy, cute behavior.

A tall, handsome male elf, apparently the leader of the group, approached.

"You are astonishing, Occriam."

He said.

It was the Sindar elf who reminded him earlier.

Following the line of sight of the black-haired dragonborn, the elf's gray eyes fell on the scorched wolf carcasses and puddles of bloody ashes on the ground, with a trace of pain and fear in his expression: "You remind me of the ancient Dragons, evil though they are!"

Withdrawing his gaze, the Sindar elf stared fixedly at the black-haired dragonborn's eyes, a pair of giant dragon's eyes.

"But I guess the wrath of the dragon is on our side this time, isn't it?"

The black-haired dragonborn blinked his golden vertical pupils, but said nothing.

Is he cold?
No, it was Dragon Bourne who didn't understand.

The main battlefield in the east.

As the majestic effect of the dragon's roar passed, the half-orc panicked even more.

Because, they discovered that the howling of the demon wolf king had completely disappeared, and no one knew what happened.

But obviously, this is not a good thing.

Because the sky in the south is red.As if something was burning.

But as far as they know, wolves don't set fire...

In addition, the defense line of the elves looks so unbreakable.

Every time they attack the city wall with pointed ears, these damned, scary pointed ears can always push down the great orc army tenaciously, the cruel meat grinder beyond everyone's imagination seems to be The battle for the city wall was repeatedly staged on the long defense line.

Gradually, the madness of these corrupted but cowardly fallen creatures was finally occupied by fear at this moment, and they collapsed. As another batch of half-orc corpses were thrown by the elves from the holy white city wall of Gray Harbor, The half-orcs under the city suddenly dropped their weapons, turned around and ran away.

These guys roared meaninglessly and screamed in fear. Their courage before the battle had already been exhausted. At this moment, they just wanted to escape from this hell-like bloody battlefield, and they didn't want to fight with the seemingly inexhaustible screams again. The ears fight.

For this reason, they did not hesitate to directly collide with the half-orc phalanx with a complete lineup.

Azog was furious.

These half-orcs who were defeated before the battle made a mess of the half-orc front of the last 10 phalanxes that were still intact.

"Don't retreat! You bloody cowards, go back to your position! The stinky elves can't hold on any longer, you idiots..."

But no matter how angry he blew the horn, the half-orcs in front of him didn't seem to hear it, they just wanted to escape.

They even affected the last 10 half-orc phalanxes, which remained fairly intact.

The remaining half-orcs looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing whether to move on or follow them and run away.

When Azog saw it, he made a decisive decision.

He shouted angrily at the more than 1000 wolf cavalry who had been staying with him. "Wolf rider, kill all the cowards who dare to retreat!"

These burly black orcs riding tall wargs immediately instigated their mounts and inserted them from both sides of the battlefield into the half-orc phalanx, which remained relatively intact.

They waved weird weapons such as maces and long whips in their hands, smashing the skulls of the half-orcs who dared to escape, and at the same time shouted in the black language of Mordor: "Stay in formation, keep in formation! Anyone who dares to waver You guys, will be swallowed by the master's boundless anger! Raise your spears, I said, raise your spears, and kill all the guys who dare to charge into your formation, this is the order of the blasphemer!"

The shaken half-orcs barely calmed down. They erected long black iron spears, keeping all the timid fellows who dared to charge into them out of their line!

"Back off!"

They screamed at the defeated orcs with hideous faces: "The blasphemer wants you to continue (siege)!"

But these remnant soldiers, whose courage had been shattered, had terrified eyes, and kept pushing and shoving the front lines of these same races with empty hands, as if they were much gentler than the arrows of the elves on the city wall.

"Run, you idiots, the stinky elves have been killed!"

"Ah, I got an arrow in the ass, stinky elf, the stinky elf's arrow shot my ass..."

"What a terrible sound, Grimas' ears will be shaken by this terrible sound, stinky elf, the stinky elf has a terrible loud noise monster, he will eat Grimas' ears, eat Grimas Grimas's eyes, eat Grimas' heart, no, Grimas doesn't want to face such a terrible enemy, Grimas wants to run away, yes he wants to run away... Hey, you stupid guys, don't hurry up Make way for Master Grimas, you are blocking Master Grimas..."

A dirty, small, one-eyed half-orc yelled viciously.

But it's a pity, compared with the black orc wolf rider who represents the ferocious and terrifying defiler, these defeated half-orcs who are mostly unarmed (in order to escape, these guys directly lost their weapons) are as soft as a piece of steel. The white bread was baked, so the half-orc, whose lineup was still relatively complete, gritted his teeth, and under the urging of the cruel black orc wolf rider, he flattened the long iron spear and stabbed forward vigorously!
A large number of defeated half-orcs were immediately skewered on iron spears by these half-orc reserve teams who kept their lineup fairly intact!

"Back off!"

They shouted, and the phalanx began to advance.

"Go back and attack the city, you idiots!"

The defeated half-orcs didn't expect these bad-hearted fellows to be so ruthless, and directly killed their own people. Master Grimas and the other defeated half-orcs immediately backed away in fear. Aggrieved, weak and pitiful.

On the city wall, Gemil and some other surviving elves held their swords and watched the absurd internal strife among the half-orcs below in silence.

"this is a good chance!"

Gamir said to Cirdan who finally came to the eastern battlefield: "As long as we rush out at this moment, the half-orcs will be defeated. They are like this. They are aggressive and cowardly. It's nature, it can't be changed."

The owner of Gray Harbor has been carefully observing the lineup of the orcs, then looked at the mountains to the north, and shook his head: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Under the holy white city wall, an elite cavalry with a strict military appearance and expressionless faces was waiting motionlessly.

Blue Mountain.

Some hidden pass.

Thorin Oakenshield raised his head sharply.

He said nervously, "What's that sound? I seem to have heard the roar of a giant dragon, but it's impossible. How could there be dragons in the north?"

On the side, Duvalin, who was almost covered in an iron can, said in a low voice: "As far as I know, Smaug is the last known fire dragon. There should be no other evil dragons..."

"but!"

Philip, the second in line heir to the royal family of Turin, also came. He was wearing a heavy battle armor painted with the royal logo, carrying a tomahawk, riding on a stocky ram, looking around curiously, while interjecting Said: "Recently, the ravens in the Blue Mountains are talking about the northern dragons, tall humans, etc., saying that there are giant dragons on the banks of the Schoen River, but I don't think this is possible!"

His words attracted the attention of both the dwarf prince and Gandalf.

"What do you say, Gandalf? Have you ever seen a dragon?"

Unlike the astonished dwarf prince, the gray-robed wizard who was riding a big brown horse and held a staff and a bong coughed a few times unnaturally, and white smoke came out of his mouth, nose and ears immediately. Come out, it's hilarious.

At this moment, they were walking on the nearest pass from the Blue Mountains to the mouth of the Shun River, and behind them was an endless army of dwarves.

"Smaug was not the last dragon, not as far as I know."

The gray-robed wizard anxiously watched the continuous army of dwarves, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the eyes of Thorin, Fili and others.

He said.

"There are still many dragons north of the Gray Mountains, and Smaug is only the biggest of them all..."

"Of course, I mean a lot, the number not exceeding 10..."

The dwarf was indeed attracted by his 'explosive inside story', and everyone including Thorin looked at him in surprise, even forgetting the loud noise that was suspected to be a dragon's roar.

"There are really so many dragons in this world? I thought dragons were just legends..."

Philip, who was born in Blue Mountain, said enthusiastically that he was very curious about giant dragons and adventures when he was young.

Thorin immediately gave him a stern look, and said: "Giant dragons are not legends, they are living villains who have devoured our homeland and fellow citizens! They are murderers! They are gold-hungry demons! They are the public enemies of all dwarves!" You shouldn't take it lightly, it's not funny!"

Fili was obviously very afraid of his uncle, he shrank his neck and didn't speak.

However, soon, he raised his head again.

he asked Gandalf.

"Wizard, are there five of you..."

Now it was Gandalf's turn to have a headache.

Fortunately, soon, the dwarves finally walked out of this pass, and in the distance was the bloody battlefield of Grayhaven.

"Shorin!"

Gandalf immediately left the lively young dwarf, and drove his horse to the dwarf prince who had been worried since he sent out the army. , as long as the dwarves push their weak lines from the rear, they will surely sweep the field and win the battle!"

The dwarf prince stood on a chariot pulled by eight short and sturdy horned sheep, looking at the tragic battlefield at the mouth of the Shun River, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what to think.

Without the cover of the towering blue mountains, Thorin obviously also saw the fiery red night sky on the other side, and the gloomy darkness behind the orc army.

This made him hesitate for a while.

The gray-robed wizard Zuo Gu said that his tricks did not escape the eyes of the prince.Apparently, the wizard must have concealed something about the terrified roar before, which made the dwarf prince who had always been suspicious of this rescue even more hazy.

"Shorin!"

Gandalf was in a hurry, not knowing what was wrong with the dwarves.

"Be safe, wizard!"

Thorin Oakenshield gave him a cold look, wearing dwarf heavy armor and holding a warhammer, he had the majesty of a king.

"The dwarf promised to send troops to rescue these unpleasant elves, so he won't make a mistake!"

He said.

"But as for when to join the battle, I have the final say! Now, be quiet! Wizard, this is the authority of the king, and you have no right to interfere!"

He was so stubborn that Gandalf almost died of anger.

He anxiously drove his horse back and forth, his eyes constantly looking at the battle situation in the distance.

There, Azog finally cleared up his morale, and the last and most tragic wave of orc invasion began.

"All right!"

Seeing that the half-orcs had even used up the last reserve team, Thorin Oakenshield couldn't help but arouse, and put his inner hesitation behind him. The heroic dwarf prince pointed his sword at the mouth of Shuen River and said loudly: "Cross the river! Dwarves, it's time for the decisive battle!"

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