Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1053 Chapter 1035. First meeting with the Elf Knight
Thorin Oakenshield, as the leader of this dwarf team, walked out of the quiet dwarves and looked up at the gray-robed wizard.

He opened his mouth and seemed to be struggling in his heart.

As long as they continue to move forward and head into the underground path, the orcs and wargs will definitely not be able to get in, and they can escape.

But above the cave, although they couldn't see what was happening, the fierce roars of wargs and the sound of steel colliding and tearing against each other continued all the time.

Finally, Thorin gritted his teeth.

"We can't just leave, Gandalf!"

"The dwarves of the Turin clan, or all dwarves! It is impossible to stand indifferently and watch others fight for us!"

“We don’t have a family tradition of getting cold feet!”

After speaking, the tall dwarf greeted the dwarves who had been boosted in morale by his words. They scrambled to grip their weapons again and wanted to climb back up the slope that had slipped down!

"That's it! We are dwarves!"

"I'm going to smash the heads of those orcs to pieces!"

The cheerful and heroic voice echoed noisily in the cave.

"Oh~"

Gandalf opened his mouth and looked at the group of dwarves in front of him who were happily charging into the battlefield again.

The gray-robed wizard's expression was strange.

He seemed to be tired of the stubborn temper of these dwarves. They were stubborn, rude, unable to listen to suggestions, impulsive, and their heads seemed to be filled with stones.

But at the same time, integrity, firmness, acknowledgment of death, and unity are not lacking in these good qualities.

That's why Gandalf's expression was so strange. Although he was fed up with the bad temper of these traveling companions, he could not help but admire them.

Even the hobbit, who was not very courageous, pulled out the small sword on his waist at this time, looking confused but determined to follow.

But at this moment, Gandalf stood there with a smile on his face.

"No." His voice was so loud in the cave that even the dwarf with the loudest voice was inexplicably suppressed.

"There's no danger up there, it's over."

"Huh? What do you mean, Gandalf?"

The hobbit was holding the small sword with great ambition and uncertainty. He turned around and saw the old wizard holding his wand indifferently.

At the same time, above the cave, a murderous horn sounded.

"Du~~~"

What followed was the sound of arrows piercing the air that were denser, more stable, and more powerful than those of the Warg Cavalry's archers.

With a "swish, swish" sound, an ugly orc corpse fell in from the hole in front of the dwarves and rolled all the way down the slope in front of them.

The orc's deformed mouth made a roaring sound, because there was a broken arrow stuck in his neck, and the wooden pole with the tail feathers had been broken during the rolling process.

This also caused the body tissue in his neck to be messed up by the inserted arrow.

Dwalin held the hammer to his head and gave the orc a blow to quiet him down.

Thorin knelt down and pulled out the arrow, recognizing it just at a glance.

"Elven arrows."

At the same time, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and raised his head to question Gandalf, who was smiling behind him.

"Did you plan this all?"

Gandalf said nothing, but stretched out his hand towards the path behind him, making a gesture of invitation.
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And on Lan En's side above the cave.

He grabbed a warg's neck with his hands, lifted it up with one arm, and forced it to stand on two feet.

The warg's claws, which were as big as a human head, were clawing at him, but they had no effect.

The warg's neck was full of muscles, so thick that Lann's hand couldn't even close it.

So Lan En just made the tips of his fingers look like claws and dug them into the muscles of the warg's neck.

Then Arondette in his other hand inserted into the neck of the warg from the side like a executioner.

Under the demon hunter's sword skills, the smelly blood was splashed out like a spray by the airflow blade.

And under Lan En's feet, with a 'click', he stepped on and broke the neck of the warg's original knight.

The solemn horn sounded, and at the same time, Lan En lowered his head slightly.

A sharp arrow flew past his original position!

With a 'whoosh' sound, it penetrated into the head of an orc knight in the distance.

The person who fired the bow and arrow was a warrior on a horse. He almost followed the bow and arrow past Lan En.

"Huh?"*2
The two heard each other's surprised voice almost at the same time.

Lan En was surprised: he didn't expect the accuracy of the opponent's bow and arrow to be so high!

If he hadn't lowered his head slightly just now, the bow and arrow could really have grazed his scalp at an extremely small distance and hit the orc behind him without any impact.

And he just bowed his head.

This shows that even with Mentos's auxiliary calculations, his estimate of the trajectory of the arrow just now did not reach the level of the launcher.

The rate of fire, the accuracy, the jitter of the arrow in the air.
What kind of magical shooter is this? !

As for the magical archer who was riding a horse and shooting, and then passed by Lan En, his surprise was much simpler——

Can this person predict the arrows I shoot? !
Although I didn't get the complete arrow trajectory, it was just a little bit short.

Even in his long life, he had not seen many such characters. The cavalry archer who leads the way is indeed very powerful, and he is not alone.

The sound of horses' hooves was completely different from the sound of wargs running.

A group of knights suddenly appeared from the hollow of the hills not far away.

The style of this group of knights is two extremes from that of the orcs.

Elegant and neat, each of them wears standard and artistic armor.

In comparison, the twisted and haphazardly spliced ​​armor of the orcs can simply be called weird.

Beneath the work-of-art helmet is long, golden or black hair.

If this group of people were not on the battlefield, it would not be out of place to appear in an oil painting with a beauty theme.

They all have superb riding skills and impeccable skills in using weapons.

Although after the leading knight, the rest of the people are worthy of ordinary human beings who have practiced hard for a lifetime.

But it didn't give Lan En any dazzling feeling.

Their skills are good, but they are only 'good' within the realm of mortals.

These people are elves.

Although he hasn't seen the iconic ears yet, Lan En can already see clues from the skills of this group of people.

Stable and impeccably skilled technology. This is not something that a race with a limited lifespan can do.

Even if they are talented, how can such talented people appear in such a large number and form a cavalry?

The number of orcs and warg cavalry was reduced to less than twenty after Lan En drove them away.

The number of this group of elven cavalry is less than ten.

However, with less than half the number of the enemy, and relying on their superb individual soldier qualities, they were slaughtering the enemy with ease.

Not only the armor, but also the weapons of the elves are like works of art.

Their engraved spears stabbed into wargs' shoulder pits as they charged, and their etched bows and arrows rarely missed even when shooting at moving targets on galloping horses.

Orcs have a kind of fear of elves.

This fear is even more effective than Lan En's execution-style killing before.

After almost two rounds of charges, only two warg riders were left, fleeing into the distance without looking back.

Qilin and Velvet Ball, who were originally wandering around the outside, saw that it was no longer necessary, and then returned to Lan En at a trot speed.

The orcs ran away, and these elf knights didn't want to catch up.

On the contrary, under the leadership of the leading knight, they circled around Lan En, Qilin, and Velvet Ball with great interest.

There was no malice in the eyes under that helmet, just curiosity.

"Adanisil."

Lan En vaguely heard this word being said among the group of elf knights surrounding him.

He didn't know what it meant, but he assumed it didn't mean anything malicious.

"Yes, Adanisil."

The leading knight took off his helmet and placed it on the saddle, and the horse approached Lan En under his superb control.

The elf on the horse looked at Lan En's face with a kind smile.

"The hair is like molten silver in the sun, the skin is delicate, and the face is more beautiful than all humans. Except for these eyes that are like beasts."

"Salute to you, the warrior who dares to fight against the orcs and warg cavalry. Can I know your name?"

The elf on the horse bowed slightly politely.

In addition, he has smooth black hair and a delicate and meticulously groomed face, which makes people feel good about him out of thin air. He is very personable.

Lan En has seen elves from the Magical Medieval Times, but compared with these elves, the Ain Siddi tribe seems a little less 'elven'.

"Lan En." The demon hunter, also surrounded by the elf knights, calmly said his name and stretched out his hand to signal back.

"There are also Qilin and Velvet Ball, waiting for your orders."

"Elrond." The leading elf smiled and bowed again on the horse, "I am also at your disposal and that of your companions."

Elrond's eyes were deep but bright, like the night sky twinkling with stars. No, that might not be 'like'.

This elf really has stars in his eyes!

Lan En opened his mouth silently.

Elrond nodded with interest.

"Ah, let me see. A tall, strong, extraordinary human being? And this noble wild creature. A cute cat with a sword."

The war horse could not move under the control of Elrond, and could only plow the meadow in place boredly, and the elf's body also rose and fell.

"I saw Radagast in the distance. Did you come together?"

Elrond said without surprise.

"Of course, besides this guy, who else in Middle-earth can see such extraordinary creatures? Let alone form companions with them."

At the right time, Radagast jumped up on the grass on the hill in the distance, waving towards this side and waving his wand.

(End of this chapter)