The riding and chopping simulator of the Lord of the Rings

When the blood wolf flag representing Lagash disappeared in this valley, the war was over. Even the dark clouds in the sky stopped rolling. It can be seen that the evil force hidden in the dark has lost its patience. , abandoning the minions who believed in him without mercy.

Soon, the sun shined through the gaps in the clouds, and by the way, a cave troll who was fleeing in panic turned into a rock on the spot, while the more agile orcs fought with him when the situation could no longer persist. The wargs dispersed in a hurry.

They were originally an army gathered by many tribes. When there was a clear flag to command them, they could naturally get together to do something. However, today the flag fell first, and the leader who gave them confidence disappeared without a trace. , then falling apart is the inevitable result.

The dwarf infantry who had just entered the battlefield were running wildly everywhere, chasing the enemies who had been confronting them for several years, that is, the orcs who had fled in all directions.

At this moment, in the entire valley, apart from the roars of the dwarves, there was the wail of the orcs before their death.

In such a noisy environment, Allen, who had just arranged the post-war matters for his subordinates, began to look for his old friend among the crowd, the dwarf king who had forced him to come.

"Bofur, take Oin to search the battlefield, give priority to the wounded, and find all the sacrificed tribesmen. Their courage and loyalty deserve a grand funeral."

"Kili, I need you to get the goats back. There are too many things that need their help here."

"Gloin, take people to gather the soldiers together. Today's battle is over. Don't let any surprises happen just for the sake of anger."

Seeing the few people who had received the order turn around and leave, Thorin, who was a little tired, took a deep breath and began to think as he looked at the battlefield littered with corpses.

Thorin's mood at this time was much more relieved than before the battle. This decisive battle caused heavy losses to the orcs, which could be regarded as a complete solution to the dilemma faced by the dwarves at this time.

In the days that followed, the dwarves had the help of humans, and the orcs in the Gray Mountains could no longer pose a threat to them. So according to his plan, the next step was to recapture the holy land of the Durin clan, Gonda, which had been occupied by the orcs for a long time. Budd Mountain.

After a moment, Thorin, who had finished thinking, slowly stood up with his left hand on the orc corpse under his buttocks, and then said to the tallest dwarf next to him.

"Dwalin, take me to find Allen. For such timely and powerful support, we must thank our allies in person."

As soon as the King under the Mountain finished speaking, Allen, whose silver armor was stained with blood, had already arrived in front of him. There was no trace of joy on his tired face, and his frowning brows clearly revealed a trace of dissatisfaction and anger.

It was as if the battle was not won.

"Thorin, now is not the time to talk about this. Our men all need a warm and dry environment for treatment and recuperation. No matter what, we should leave here as quickly as possible. Even if we win the battle, this Katayama is not a safe place either.”

This sentence was spoken very quickly and had a hint of reproach.

How could Allen have the time or mood to talk to Thorin about these useless diplomatic words? The strange black clouds that suddenly appeared and disappeared in the sky made his heart full of worry.

There is definitely some strange trick of the enemy hidden behind this battle. The orcs do not have the ability to summon wind and rain.

At this time, even if an evil and powerful cold dragon ran down the hillside, Allen would not be surprised at all.

Because it can be seen from the dark clouds in the sky that his and Thorin's opponents at this time are no longer just the orcs in the Gray Mountains, but the Dark Lord who is far away in Mordor, but has extended his evil claws here.

That was the evil Maiya who had many methods. Even Allen himself could not fully know how many methods the most powerful evil leader in Middle-earth had not used.

Maybe, that guy is looking at this place through the True Knowledge Crystal at this time, and he is thinking about how evil a conspiracy is.

So, there is nothing wrong with getting out of here as soon as possible.

"You can go to Huilin Outpost. In the past, my people built an outpost in a nearby tunnel as a watchtower to protect the kingdom. We can go there to rest, but before that we need to take care of the wounded and clean the battlefield. , I have arranged things, believe me Allen, everyone can leave here soon."

Of course Thorin could hear the anger on Allen's face and the dissatisfaction in his words, but the King Under the Mountain did not mean to be angry, because he was indeed in the wrong on this matter, and could even be said to have violated his agreement with Allen. agreement between them.

Originally, according to the plan agreed upon by both parties, the early stage of the battle to regain the Gray Mountains was supposed to be based on reconnaissance and exploration, while the all-out war would fully begin a few years after Gray Castle was fully restored.

At that time, humans will have a rear with stable output and complete defenses. The thousands of soldiers brought by Allen will have enough time to adapt to mountain fighting, so that they can fully exert their due combat effectiveness.

Everything in the plan was disrupted by Thorin, who was keen on adventure. As a result, Allen, who came for support, had to launch a very dangerous battle with the orcs in this unfamiliar land. decisive battle.

At this point, it seems that the result is certainly good, after all, he won the battle, but Allen paid a huge price for it.

What Thorin saw with his own eyes alone was that hundreds of heavy cavalry who rushed into the battle suffered heavy casualties. Facing a large number of orcs and groups of trolls, it can be said that only one out of ten people who were still standing at this time could be said to have suffered heavy casualties. .

The infantrymen who were besieged by the orcs were not much better. Even if they fought hard, at least one-third of their troops fell.

Faced with such a huge loss, Allen just spoke a little rudely, which was already a big deal. After all, Thorin was just stubborn, not stupid.

"Ok."

Seeing that Thorin had already made plans to evacuate, Allen's expression softened a little. He was really worried that the stubborn dwarves would pursue the fleeing orcs. What might happen? An accident dragged everyone into the whirlpool of war again.

In the face of the evil that threatens Middle-earth, war must be fought, but it will never be fought this way. "The wounded on your side can be arranged with my subordinates. I have professional medical staff in my team. After I recover, I will treat all of them."

After saying that, Allen dragged his exhausted body and turned around to leave. He really didn't have the extra energy or thought to reminisce with his old friends who had lived and died together. There were still many, many things that needed to be done by himself.

First, he had to take a rest to regain his exhausted strength.

And Thorin did not hold back. He looked at his old friend's back, a trace of guilt appeared in his eyes, but it soon disappeared and was replaced by perseverance and coldness.

Whether they are battle-hardened dwarf warriors or well-trained human soldiers, they are no strangers to cleaning up the battlefield.

However, their hasty orders and tired bodies left them no time to pay attention to the corpses of their enemies, and they could only let these sources of possible plagues pile up randomly in the muddy ground.

Fortunately, the Gray Mountains are located in the northernmost part of Middle-earth. The cool climate prevents these corpses from rotting quickly. After a day or two, someone will naturally pile them together and then burn them with a fire. These worries.

The dwarves who died in this battle were carried on the backs of the bighorn sheep that had returned. Regardless of their status, as long as there was a chance, the dwarves would be buried in stone tombs, and most of the time they would also be buried with their favorite ones. weapons or tools.

On the human side, under Allen's order, the lion hunting knights who were still standing carried hundreds of dead warriors on their horses, and Hermione would take them back to Grayburg along the mountain road. Cremation is performed, and the ashes and pension are taken to their relatives.

As the soldiers were busy, the originally noisy valley became quiet again, and the already clear sky was once again covered by a dark cloud. Then, a drizzle with a little light fell from the cloud, pouring on the seriously injured and constantly injured people. On the groaning warrior.

In the rain, the seriously injured soldiers felt that the pain from the wounds was no longer so severe. Those who were slightly injured looked at the slowly healing wounds and showed a brisk expression. This was not their first time. This is the first time I've encountered something like this, so it's nothing to be surprised about.

As for the dwarves, they looked at what was happening in front of them in disbelief, and then gathered together and started whispering.

A long time ago, there were some rumors in Lonely Mountain, saying that the human king who ruled Rovanian was like a wizard who knew some powerful magic. At this time, they could see it with their own eyes.

However, due to Allen's identity and the relationship between the two parties, these shocked dwarves did not do anything excessive. They just chattered and discussed, and occasionally glanced at the human king with his arms spread out.

"Let's go, let's go." The herald began to pass the orders of the two kings to the crowd, and the packed team also moved forward, preparing to leave this bloody battlefield.

Since the evil dragons began to ravage the Gray Mountains hundreds of years ago, the roads here have lost their maintenance and turned into paths of rocks and weeds. Humans and dwarves meander with slightly heavy steps under the afterglow of the setting sun. Upward, silence is the main theme at this time.

Although the joy brought by victory is long-lasting, the groans of the injured and the voices of the dead always affect the team, making everyone feel serious.

After the troops rounded a huge rock in the valley, golden sunlight fell on an incomplete staircase, and a cave with a tall arch stood in front of people's eyes.

The exquisite lines on the rocks tell of the prosperity and glory of this place, but the several thick claw marks also tell everyone what happened here.

Allen stood here for a while, looking up at the claw marks on the arch, comparing it with the Smaug in his memory.

Even the claws of the last fire-breathing dragon in Middle-earth were thicker. After a thought flashed in his mind, Allen led the team into the cave.

The darkness in the tunnel is not peaceful. A long snake made of torches stirs up the creatures hanging upside down in the cave. The shuddering movement comes from a large number of bats that live here.

After trekking in the darkness for more than an hour, the entire team arrived at the Gray Outpost mentioned by Thorin.

There are dilapidated ruins and rocks flying everywhere here. There is a foul smell and tattered tents scattered everywhere, indicating that this place should have been the territory of orcs not long ago.

However, these defeated guys should have fled further west, and should not dare to return here.

Standing sentries, lighting fires, setting up camp, arranging the wounded, taking care of the mounts, and cleaning up the traces left by the orcs, these routine matters during the march only need to be given an order, and the officers will complete these tasks based on their past experience.

Soon, iron pots were placed on top of the bonfire, and bursts of aroma from the broth also wafted through the ruins.

The soldiers who had been fighting for a long time in the rain marched hard in the mountains for three more hours. It was always a good idea to have a hot soup at this time, and then paired with the military rations specially brought by Allen, a roasted and extremely dry food. The flatbread is similar to a bag, which is enough to satisfy the soldiers' already growling stomachs.

In particular, the dwarves eat very much. In fact, they have started to control rations very early, especially since they also raise hundreds of sheep. If they want these mounts to fight in armor, they must only eat grass. It doesn't work, and life becomes a little more difficult.

In particular, the Gray Mountains have been occupied by many evil dragons for a long time, and orcs and wargs are also wreaking havoc here.Therefore, there are basically no large animal groups surviving in the mountains. Only those extremely powerful and solitary beasts have not abandoned this place. This makes it difficult for the dwarves to hunt.

When a bowl of hot soup is eaten, it not only dispels the coldness and fatigue of the body, but also arouses people's interest in talking.

Some human soldiers knew each other from the dwarf warriors. They had fought side by side many times in the Lonely Mountain and east of the Black Forest. When they got together in the mountains, they couldn't help but take out the wine bags hidden in their waists and the friends they had known for a long time. Old friends catch up on old times and talk about the situation here.

However, whether there are three or five people gathered together, or a dozen people chatting away, they all stay away from the center of the post in a tacit understanding. Even the soldiers who are serving as sentries nearby are moving away bit by bit. Moving his steps.

Because, the two kings who ruled Rovanian and the two kings who ruled Lonely Mountain had a heated debate at this time. No one wanted to get involved in this quarrel. Even if they heard about it, they would feel that there might be trouble in the future. Endless. (End of chapter)