Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1119 1101. Army
At least the night went according to Lan and Bud's plan.

The temperature at night became even colder after the snowfall, and sitting by the brazier made people feel numb.

Fortunately, the underground warehouse was cleared in advance, and the elderly and children were allowed to move in together and be taken care of together, so no one froze to death tonight.

The early morning sun rose from the snow line of Lonely Mountain, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

As time went by, the news of Smaug's death spread like a bird with wings, reaching the ears of interested people everywhere.

In the southwest of the Wasteland of Smaug, a huge black army is marching across the barren wasteland.

From time to time, the shadows of the clouds in the sky would leave gloomy and short-lived traces on the ochre-colored wasteland.

But no darker shadow can compare to this army.

They were like a monster crawling forward, ready to crush all enemies in their way.

This is a group of fully armed orcs.

Each of these bodies, with different deformities and dirty surfaces, is covered with crude but not infrequent armor.

These black steel armors looked like large pieces of iron that were hammered together and pieced together into a shape, and then put on the orcs.

There is no anti-friction lining, and no consideration for comfort.

The lives of orcs are worthless and need not be cared about.

This is not only the cognition of humans, elves, and dwarves, but also the cognition of orcs themselves.

They don't bring any supplies with them when they march, so it's easy to imagine what they eat.

Different from the orcs who chased the dwarves and broke into Long Lake Town before.

At first, those orcs were mainly hunting in the wild, so their equipment was light and agile.

But now this army is clearly using siege equipment.

Large-coverage armor, halberds, hammers, and axes.
Under the simple black iron helmets, the orcs' deformed faces were filled with a desire for blood and killing.

There were not only orcs in the army, but also huge and fat ogres who were armed. Their heavy footsteps on the ground sounded like a small earthquake.

Not only were they armed, they even served as the base of the war machine.

Catapults, battering rams, meteor hammers and other engineering weapons that ordinary people could not use were cruelly installed on them.

Without any consideration for comfort, these siege engines simply pierced into the flesh and skin of the ogres, using them as a fixed base.

The wargs carried the knights on their backs and patrolled the army flexibly. The twitching of their mouths revealed their sharp wolf fangs, and the low growls in their throats showed that their evil desires were no less than those of the orcs.

However, these evil desires were restrained within the army and they dared not spread or go beyond it.

People always think that evil armies are powerful, but this is a misconception.

Evil is an end, not a guarantee of power.

The strength of an army comes from order.

The order of this orc army comes from the orc at the front of the marching formation.

A pale orc who rides a distinctive white wolf and whose skin is also different from that of ordinary orcs.

The orcs' bodies are mostly a dirty yellow-black color, and it is unclear whether this is their original skin color or the result of deposition and contamination from their dirty living environment.

This orc had pale skin, and no deformed mutations on his head or body.

The messy scars on his strong body showed that he had been through many battles.

However, his left arm disappeared from the elbow, and the handle of a cruel double-pointed knife was directly inserted into the broken part, growing together with the flesh and blood. It was just regarded as his lost left hand.

He and his warg patrolled ahead of the army, or frowned into the distance at the rolling hills of the wasteland.

And as long as he is around, all orcs, ogres, and wargs must abide by the rules and obey orders.

Because he is Azog the Blasphemer, the most prestigious and powerful orc leader in the northern part of Middle-earth!
He is the commander appointed by the Supreme One himself!
The Orcs' strategy for the entire northern part of Middle-earth came entirely from him.

It was also he who chopped off the head of Thorin's grandfather Thror when the dwarves of Lonely Mountain were driven out of their homeland by the dragon and wanted to return to their abandoned homeland of Moria.

"Woodland elves! And a strange human!"

Suddenly, in a vast wasteland, a loud shout came from the side of the orc army.

To humans, elves, and other races, the blasphemy and evil in that black language was enough to make them shudder, but to orcs, it was just ordinary speech.

A wolf cavalryman who had followed the invasion of Long Lake Town approached the pale orc Azog who was leading the front from the side of the army.

And stopped respectfully and carefully behind him.

"When Bolger was leading us to hunt down the dwarves, the prince of the Woodland Kingdom and a female elf suddenly appeared, as well as the tall and strong human in the rumors! They helped the dwarves escape into the Lonely Mountain!"

"And then. And then Smaug died, too."

The orc cavalryman on the wolf said while panting.

Having said this, Azog raised his left hand which had become a blade, and the dark army of orcs behind him stopped in obedience to his orders.

The sound of the pause was so uniform that it shook the wilderness!
This kind of control over the army was enough to make even the nobles of the Magical Middle Ages dumbfounded. It was completely different from the usual chaotic group of orcs.

"So. Did Bolger kill them? Did he cut off the elf's head?"

Bolger is the son of Azog and the leader of the orcs who broke into Long Lake Town that night.

Azog spoke in a low voice, and the evil black language from his mouth even made the orcs feel a strong sense of threat.

The white orc, riding a wolf that was a size larger than the others, paced around the cavalryman who came to report the news, pointing the blade in his left hand at him and asked in a low voice.

"They ran away!" The wolf rider who came to report the news was not only tired but also terrified, and he whispered in a low voice. "Just like cowards!"

"But the coward can live! And return with the elven army of the Woodland Kingdom!"

Azog's low growl made the wolf riders dare not refute.

"Where is Bolg?" Azog seemed to know that yelling at a soldier below was useless, so he asked a practical question instead.

"He went to Gundaba and said he wanted to mobilize more people."

Just as he was halfway through his words, a cruel double-pointed knife stabbed into the back of the wolf rider.

Azog lifted up the wolf rider whose chest he had stabbed with one hand, and threw the body behind him without looking back.

So a group of wolves, who had been licking their lips and drooling, rushed forward to fill their stomachs.

The wolf rider that was originally riding also joined in.

They are allies of the orcs, so if anything happens to the cavalry, it is unlikely that they will be implicated.

"Go and send an order to Gundaba. That idiot Bolger, how many people can he mobilize without my order?"

Azog gave orders to a wolf rider who had just grabbed the thigh.

Orcs are naturally brutal and vicious creatures, and even when Azog was talking about his own son, it was as if he was talking about an insignificant subordinate.

"Send out the evil bats! And hire goblins from the Goblin Kingdom in the Misty Mountains!"

The wolf rider received the order, with a piece of the orc's thigh still in its mouth, and then ran towards the west without stopping.

"It's good to be together now."

Azog raised the blade in his left hand again, and the footsteps of the orc army sounded again.

"Humans! Elves! Dwarves! Let the Lonely Mountain bury them all! War! March!"
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In the river valley city, where people had just started to boil water and cook, there was a small commotion at this time.

The refugees from Changhu Town, who had endured last night's hard cold, had just regained some life and energy with the hot water and food.

And then, when they stepped out of the house they had tidied up in River Valley City, they were stunned at the first sight.

The stairs and platforms up and down the valley city were filled with an army that worked meticulously and as if they were one man.

The elves all wore gorgeous golden armor, with long swords and quivers hanging around their waists, as well as a longbow.

Under the golden helmets are handsome faces, and their long lives have brought unparalleled discipline and tacit understanding.

Everyone stood quietly and moved forward lightly, so much so that the refugees from Changhu Town who were resting in the city did not even notice the movement of such a large-scale army entering the city.

The morning sun shines on the elves' armor, reflecting a hazy light.

The breeze blew their red cloaks behind them, like a burst of red waves in the golden waves.

There was still traces of fatigue and confusion in Bard's eyes from just waking up, but when he heard the noise from the refugees in Changhu Town, he hurried out to see what was going on.

He was much calmer than the townspeople when he saw the large elven army. After all, when facing Smaug on the battlefield, the elves said they would come to Lonely Mountain to seek an explanation from the dwarves and provide help to the refugees.

"You have too many men with you, Thranduil. What do you want?"

Bud pushed aside the townspeople who were curiously watching when they saw there was no danger, and walked towards the conspicuous stag and the tall figure. He heard these words when he got close to them.

Bard walked through the crowd and saw Lan scratching his head, standing next to Thranduil's stag mount and asked him.

"I just want to get this resolved as quickly as possible."

Thranduil nodded to Bard who had just come over and responded to the witcher's question.

The Elf King and the Demon Hunter stood together, and the outstanding aura formed by their looks and conversation made it difficult for others to approach them.

"I told you, the situation is chaotic now. I must retrieve our national treasure as soon as possible and return home."

Thranduil's expression and tone were very calm, and at first glance he seemed extremely arrogant.

But Lan and Bard knew him a little bit. This was just an expression that Thranduil often used.

"The dwarves are stubborn. I just hope my army can make them have some sense and return the Starlight White Gem."

As he spoke, Thranduil waved his hand in the direction of the well-organized army.

"Since it is used for deterrence, the bigger the scene, the better."

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(End of this chapter)