Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1129 1111. War begins!
"We don't know how those orcs march."

Thranduil whispered from his perch on the stag.

"My scouts have already covered the entire twenty-mile radius, but still haven't seen anything."

"So there are no orcs within a radius of 20 miles? The orc army is fictitious?"

Dane shouted angrily in a loud voice, causing Gandalf to cover his forehead.

"Dane. Dane!"

The gray-robed wizard's first voice was at a normal volume, and the second one was also shouted directly. This made the leader of the Iron Foot Army turn his attention to him.

"We discussed this last night! The orcs must have taken action. I saw it with my own eyes and said it with my own mouth. This concerns my credibility!"

Gandalf tilted the brim of his pointed hat upward with his staff and looked straight at Dane.

"And the wizard's credibility."

The dwarf curled his lips, but no longer questioned the fundamental question of "whether the orc army exists".

"Then the situation becomes a little clearer."

Lan En gently pulled the Qilin's mane and looked around the plain in front of the lonely mountain with his eyes slightly narrowed.

There was nothing on the gray and yellow hilly terrain, only tenacious wild grass swaying in the wind.

The clouds in the sky cast a shadow, but it soon floated away.

It was deserted, with no one, not even a living thing.

"The orcs have a way of marching that we don't notice. It doesn't matter what the method is, as long as we have the concept."

At the tactical level, you don't need to know every detail about the enemy. It is enough to understand the key nodes of a context.

Lan En went straight to the point, peeling off the tangled issues and getting to the heart of the matter.

"Logically, they should have arrived today anyway. But we haven't found anything yet. Hmm."

Lan En looked around Lonely Mountain and then turned to face the group again, stroking his chin and speaking.

"I have an idea."

The elves, dwarves, and humans looked at each other, and finally nodded hesitantly.
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"That is how the matter?!"

In River Valley City, the militiamen on the city walls exclaimed in low voices.

At the same time, several people gathered together and pointed at the plain in the distance.

Among the troops on both sides of the gate of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, three people came out from each side and gathered in the middle to discuss.

The discussion began in the early morning and lasted for two hours.

Almost everyone felt that although it was difficult, they still managed to talk about it.

The dwarves on the hillside, as well as the humans and elves in the valley city, were all looking at the silent wilderness and the six people gathered in the center of the wilderness.

But after two hours, they suddenly discovered that the six people in the conversation seemed to have growing differences and their emotions were becoming more and more agitated.

Thranduil's stag lowered its head threateningly, facing Dain Ironfoot.

Dane's wild boar also showed no weakness by arching its mouth upwards, grinning and revealing its two fangs.

Bard, who was also riding a horse, was arguing with Gandalf. The grey-robed wizard was waving his staff excitedly, as if he was ready to smash something at the next moment.

The attitude of the principals involved in the negotiations determines the attitude of the army.

As Thranduil and Dain Ironfoot's patience with each other reached its limit, the man sitting on the stag and the man sitting on the boar waved their hands respectively.

The elite remaining non-commissioned officers in the dwarf and elf armies immediately received the signal.

"Du~~~"

The dwarf's horn sounds majestic and heavy, while the elf's horn sounds long and continuous.

The sound of armor colliding among thousands of people could be heard. The warriors began to string their bows and arrows, put arrows into bags, and put their equipment in order. Then they spontaneously lined up.

The sound of armor colliding mixed with the sound of orderly footsteps. The elves gathered from the ruined streets and then walked out of the gate of Valley City, looking like they were going out to fight.

The humans watched helplessly and fearfully as the elves' battle formation marched out of the city.

"We're going to fight? Are we really going to fight?"

People were talking among themselves.

Originally, the elves lived here with humans for a few days. Although they didn't communicate much, they were still familiar with each other.

But when the army was deployed, the familiarity accumulated over the past few days instantly melted away like mist in the sun.

Solemnity, majesty, violence. Facing an organized battle formation and facing an individual are two completely different feelings.

A person's personality and characteristics will disappear into thin air under the integration of the violent machine, leaving only the ultimate goal of "destruction".

The same goes for the dwarves on the opposite hill.

The dark iron men drove out a goat-drawn chariot and stood on the top of the hill.

At a single command, these heavy chariots would use the force of gravity on the downhill slope to accelerate, and then rush into the enemy's position like a chisel.

The atmosphere among the six people in the middle of the wilderness seemed to be becoming increasingly tense.

The elves and dwarves refused to give in, and Thranduil even drew his sword.

Lan and Balin ran towards the Valley City and the hills respectively, looking like they were going to take over the command.

"Sir, what's going on?" As soon as the tall horse rushed into the city gate, Lan En was called out to by humans.

The humans stood beside the elves' marching formation and watched them leave the city carefully.

"Were the equipment given to us not used to guard against orcs? Now the dwarves are going back on their word?"

Rumors immediately spread among humans. When people are panicked, they always like to make guesses. These guesses become rumors, and then are heard as "facts" by equally panicked people.

"The dwarf must have changed his mind. Didn't you see that Bard has started a quarrel with the other side? Come on, let's grab some weapons too!"

The crowd was noisy, but Lan remained calm.

The demon hunter ran past them and simply ordered them not to leave the city, but to deploy defenses and be on guard on the city walls.

So not only the elves became busy, but even humans began to get busy.

But Barn, holding a long sword, was not like the other citizens of Changhu Town. When he received the order to guard the city wall, he thought nothing and just buried his head in work.

Instead, he struggled to squeeze forward in the crowd, toward Lan En.

Squeezing and shouting at the same time.

"Wait! Wait! What's going on now? The dwarves and elves are going to war, but what about the orcs? Aren't they the most important enemy?"

“We have to dissuade them!”

"Barn?" Lan raised his eyebrows, and reached out his powerful arms into the crowd, picked up Bud's eldest son and put him beside him.

"That's right, I have something for you. Take your sword, and have your sisters, as well as all the old, weak, women and children in the town, gather in the underground warehouse in the city. Do you understand?"

"Don't just stand there, little boy. The war is about to begin, and we have to ensure their safety and the order of the city."

Baines still looked confused.

He looked at the witcher, who earlier today had tried his best to mediate the conflict between the elves and dwarves.

It is to allow both parties to maintain a calm conversation instead of attacking each other right away.

But now, he seemed to not care at all that the two armies were about to fight.

"But, but."

Baines still looked confused.

"Nothing to worry about."

Lan first pulled the sword he was holding to his chest, and then pressed it into his arms, using this action to bring him back to his senses.

"Time is running out, do it quickly! Protect them, understand?"

The elves were in neat formation, each as light as a swallow and working in perfect harmony.

They quickly crossed a distance of several hundred meters across the wasteland and stood behind Thranduil in the form of a line.

The elves' tight and orderly battle formation gave Thranduil extremely strong support, but at the same time, it also made the situation more tense.

There is nothing left to say.

Dain raised his square-headed hammer, which was as big as a human head, pointed it at Thranduil, then rode a wild boar towards the hill where his soldiers were.

After the main generals of both sides took their positions, the war began immediately!
The elves seemed to be carved from the same mold. They pulled arrows from their quivers in unison and then put the bowstrings on.

The dwarves on the top of the hill were also roaring at this time. The pure steel chariots and the goats wearing heavy armor rushed up with the rumbling sound of stomping on the ground, taking advantage of the force of the downhill!
The goat cavalry, charging at high speed from a high position, were like a black iron stream, rushing towards the golden elf formation at the foot of the mountain!
"They started a war!"

On Crow Ridge among the mountains and hills, Azog's mouth revealed a sharp-toothed, bloody smile.

He usually does not wear armor, but instead reveals his pale skin and the criss-crossing scars on his body and face.

But now, he also put on thick armor.

On his left arm, a vicious double-pointed knife was inserted at the elbow, replacing his left hand, which was suddenly raised up.

"Raise the flag!"

He barked out orders in excitement.

The orcs behind immediately squatted down and stood up two strange flags that were originally lying flat on the ground.

"Just in time! Just in time!"

Azog's left arm waved excitedly, and he even walked back and forth excitedly on the cliff of Crow Ridge.

"War! Massacre! Show them what massacre is! My army! Kill them! Let the dirty bloodline of the Turin family be cut off here!"

His severed hand stretched forward one last time.

"Kill them all!"

A low, evil horn sounded across the hills and mountains. At the same time, several opening and closing devices on the two standing flags allowed the brightly colored flags to begin to unfold and close in a regular pattern.

The earth began to tremble, and in the hilly area at the edge of the wilderness, fine sand and gravel began to dance on the ground.

The boulders from the mountain fell down, bringing up a trail of flying sand. There were so many boulders that the sand and dust they raised turned into a smoke screen that covered half of the hillside.

It was not until this time that the huge and conspicuous movement was noticed by the dwarves and elves in the middle of the wilderness.

This is just the prelude.

There was a loud bang!
On the slope where the hills and plains meet, cracked earth and rocks, as well as black mud from deep within the earth, suddenly burst out.

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(End of this chapter)