Start with the Lord of the Rings

Deep in the lonely mountain.

King's Palace.

Inside the hall of pure gold poured with gold.

Sorin Oak Shield, who was hunched over, slowly stood up straight, raised his head, widened his eyes, and murmured, "What have I done?"

"I suspect the clansmen who have gone through countless difficulties and obstacles along the way from the Blue Mountains."

"Break your promise with the people of Long Lake"

"Expelled Morgan, who had saved his life many times."

"Almost killed Bilbo in public."

"Now the blood relative Dain is still fighting outside, but he is just hiding here"

"Hiding in the depths of this grave-like mountain"

"call"

"call"

Thorin Oakenshield muttered to himself, breathing a little faster every time he remembered what he had done.

Finally, Thorin Oak Shield raised his hand and took the crown from the top of his head, and slammed into the golden hall.

"boom"

The crisp sound of metal collision was particularly harsh in the extremely quiet golden hall.

But listening to Thorin Oakshield's ears seemed like the sound of nature.

"call"

He let out a long breath.

Thorin Oakshield's eyes became clearer than ever before.

He is awake!

Woke up from the endless nightmare before!

Now,

from now on,

Nothing can stop him anymore.

Absolutely not!

Turning around, Thorin Oakenshield strode out.

Raven Hill.

Above the dilapidated stone hall, the bloody handsome flag changes.

The bleak horn continued.

The half-orc leader Azog looked down at the battlefield where he had taken advantage of it with a grim smile on his face.

"quack."

At this time, a pitch-black raven with red eyes flew from a distance and flew straight towards Azog.

Azog stretched out his hand, and the black-eyed raven stopped at his arm.

Before long, the red-eyed raven flew into the sky again and disappeared quickly.

After listening to the news, Azog looked at the battlefield below and quickly revealed a sneer. The originally ugly face suddenly became more and more hideous because of this sneer.

"Their end is coming."

"Go on, let all the soldiers press down!"

Azog turned to look at the goblin standard-bearer behind him and ordered coldly.

The flag-bearer immediately stood beside the giant bloody handsome flag and was about to start the execution.

But then I heard the big leader Azog look at the battlefield below and quickly shouted: "Wait, wait."

When I saw that the two army formations I sent below were killed by the dwarf chariot and the elf archer phalanx on the offensive road, killing the entire phalanx cost, the remaining army finally rushed to the rear anyway. The moment on the battlefield.

Azog yelled, "Okay, now!"

"Go on, the army will all press on, press hard, I will kill all these dwarves and elves at once!"

"quick!"

The voice fell, and the shape of the three giant flags at the rear changed again.

The general attack horn sounded fiercely again.

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

Lonely Mountain Battlefield.

Joined by five phalanxes of heavily armored orcs and an armoured giant troll phalanx waiting in the rear field.

The iron hill dwarves and the wood elves, who had been struggling to resist the weak side, were in an increasingly critical situation.

The elf warriors are very heroic, facing the army of orcs far outnumbering their own, the elves face the difficulties without fear.

The dwarf warriors are also very heroic, even if these hybrid orcs are killing more and more, even if there is no help from the rear chariot for the last giant troll, the dwarves will have to kill a dozen or twenty warriors to kill a giant. Armored trolls, dwarves are also fighting to the death.

But the enemy orcs are too many.

When the dwarves and elves allied to kill one, a group of them poured out from behind.

As far as their eyes could see, they were all horrific orcs with ugly faces, and only a few partners and allies who belonged to them were still being killed.

When they see no hope of victory at all.

No matter how brave the warriors are, they will shrink back and fear.

In front of the gate of Lonely Mountain, the battlefield behind.

When the two half-orc heavy armies were blocked by the iron hill dwarf heavy chariot phalanx and the wood elves' two elite archers, they finally rushed into the rear battlefield at the cost of sacrificing the entire phalanx. .

The revenge that belonged to the Orcs came.

The entire army quickly split into two groups, one for the dwarves and the other for the wood elves.

Bear the brunt of the dwarf chariot phalanx.

An army of monsters like a black tide rushed to the heavy chariot.

The dwarf warriors guarding the chariot phalanx resisted desperately.

But still lost to the more numerous half-orc army.

In just a few minutes, the three heavy dwarf chariots were completely destroyed by the furious orc army.

The dwarves guarding the chariots immediately retreated to the last three chariots.

more rear.

Facing the ferocious army of Orcs.

Elf King Thranduil looked extremely calm and stared at the rapidly approaching orcs in front of him and shouted in a cold voice, "Shoot!"

"Whoosh whoosh."

The arrow rain composed of countless arrows almost instantly emptied some of the leading orcs in the army of attacking orcs.

The army of orcs in the rear was not only fearless, but charged towards the elves more fiercely.

Looking at the army of half-orcs almost rushing to the front.

Thranduil continued to shout without changing his face: "Retract the bow, change the sword, prepare!"

When the command sounded, the two wood elves in the square formation immediately hung their long bows on their backs, and then drew out the long swords around their waists.

Even at such a moment, the movements of the army of wood elves are still full of the ultimate beauty of uniformity.

at this time.

"Wow"

Thranduil, riding on the back of a huge horned deer, drew his sword and pointed at the army of Orcs attacking in front of him.

"kill!"

The Elf King Yilu took the lead, waving his long sword to meet him.

The elf army immediately followed.

The army of elite elves led by Thranduil himself was extremely powerful.

In a short period of time, they quickly smashed through the half-orc army, which was far less than the number of elves and only half a square.

However, after Thranduil led his army to quickly kill the Orc army blocking the road ahead, he did not choose to return to the Iron Hills Dwarf Chariot Guard in time.

There is no plan to support the dwarves and the few remaining elves on the main battlefield further ahead.

At this moment, the elf king Thranduil chose to take the remaining two phalanx elf elites and decisively turned around and rushed in the other direction, the battlefield in the direction of River Valley Town.

In his view, the war will be lost.

He will no longer let his warriors continue to die for the dwarves.

Especially until now, the king of the mountain, Thorin Oakenshield, who caused all these wars, is still huddled within the lonely mountain.

This is just a joke.

The dwarf is done.

At this time, only by going to the smaller River Valley Town battlefield and uniting with the human militia of the Dragon Slayer Warrior Bard, and taking advantage of the city's advantages in River Valley Town to resist the terrifying orc army, can there be a glimmer of hope.

As for the dwarves, he has done enough.

The elf king Thranduil led the remaining elf army to kill quickly in the direction of River Valley Town.

at the same time.

The dwarves on the main battlefield in front finally reacted, realizing that the orcs had stolen their home from the rear, and immediately began to retreat.

The retreat of the main battlefield army that was in danger.

The army of Orcs, who had a huge advantage in front of them, immediately screamed and chased after them even more frantically.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

When the rear retreating troops are mercilessly killed by the enemy chasing behind.

The retreating troops in the front will only retreat faster.

When a soldier loses his courage and will to fight, it is only a matter of time before the war is completely defeated.

Lonely Mountain Gate.

A very thick high wall.

There was no one at this time.

All the expedition dwarves retreated behind the gate.

The sound of fighting outside, screams, anger, and shouts are overwhelming.

They could only hide behind thick walls like cowards.

Not even the courage to stand on the wall as before.

It's not that they are not brave.

It's not that they dare not stand on high walls.

It's just that the war outside is caused by themselves.

Flesh and blood compatriots, allies are fighting for their own blood.

The self who was supposed to be the protagonist could only curl up inside the high wall.

How could they not be ashamed!

Yes, this is a shame! Deep shame! Incredible shame!

Eleven expedition dwarves were behind the gate of Lonely Mountain at this time, standing or sitting or walking around restlessly.

They behave differently, but the same is.

At this point every dwarf was silent.

They are unwilling, they are angry, they are helpless.

Dwarves are unreasonable, dwarves protect their shortcomings, dwarves are stubborn and paranoid.

Dwarves are also the most loyal.

Outside River Valley Town.

Two slender figures rode extremely violently across the long bridge and rushed into Hegu Town.

Looking at the surrounding streets are full of orc figures, looking at the orc monsters swarming up with strange screams.

The two figures realized that the situation was far more serious than they thought.

These two are naturally the elf princes Legolas and Tariel who just returned from Gundabad Mountain overnight.

Legolas shot the two orcs who were screaming at him with one arrow, and immediately turned to look at the beautiful female elf behind him and said, "Taril, we must find my father immediately and tell him the news."

Tariel, who was behind him, kept his bow and arrow in his hands, constantly shooting at the surrounding orcs while constantly scanning everything around him.

She looked anxious, as if looking for something.

Hearing Legolas' words at this time, Tariel immediately nodded and said quickly: "I want to find His Majesty the King, but also to find the Bard and Morgan. They have been in River Valley Town before, and they must know where His Majesty is. !"

"Walk!"

Tariel spoke hastily, saying that his legs slammed off the horse.

The whole person immediately surpassed Legolas in front of him with the horse, and ran towards the street further ahead.

In the middle of the street, half-orcs kept rushing towards them frantically.

But easily escaped by the two elves shot to death.

The two horses made their way along the main road.

At this moment, there was a loud bang on the street ahead.

The expressions of the two elves changed slightly and immediately accelerated forward.

Soon, they saw that on the side of the main road in front of them, an incomparably huge giant armored troll was waving the giant mace in his hand and smashing it frantically.

At the same time, Bud in an old yellow coat was hurriedly running out of the trail.

Looking at Bud in front of him but not seeing Morgan, Tariel immediately shouted anxiously, "Where is Morgan?"

Bud, who had just escaped from the giant troll, was startled. He quickly turned his head and saw the two. He instantly knew what the female elf was worried about. Bud immediately said, "Morgan is inside."

As soon as the words fell, Tariel's expression became more anxious and he accelerated forward again, rushing into the trail like a gust of wind.

Legolas, who was behind him, immediately followed without hesitation.

at this time.

Covering his eyes with one hand in front of him and wailing in pain, the huge bloated figure waving a giant mace and smashing at the same time finally stopped.

Immediately, he stood unsteadily and fell down.

"boom"

Watching the giant troll in front of him finally collapsed.

Morgan let out a long sigh.

At this moment, the loud sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded ahead.

When he raised his head, he saw a slender green, familiar and beautiful figure eagerly riding into the messy trail.

Morgan laughed immediately.

He immediately hung the longbow on his back, then quickly stepped forward, jumped on the giant troll corpse blocking the way, and walked towards the beautiful figure.

Tariel also quickly reined in the horse and stopped.

Immediately, he jumped off his horse and walked quickly towards the tall man who was covered in blood but still smiling brightly.

The distance is getting closer.

He looked at the man who was approaching quickly with a smile on his face.

The eagerness in Tariel's heart quickly disappeared, but it was replaced by shyness.

at this time.

"Tarryl"

Legolas' voice suddenly came from behind.

Let Tariel take a step.

But Morgan in front didn't care, strode forward and hugged the beautiful figure in his arms.

This time, Tariel didn't struggle.

After getting the understanding, Morgan recklessly put his blood-stained face on Tariel's hair with the fragrance of grass and trees for a while, and then let go of Tariel in his arms.

I saw that Tariel's fair face was much better than before, except for a touch of seductive shyness on his fair face.

Morgan looked at Tariel in front of him and smiled suddenly: "It's really fragrant!"

Embracing in public, Tariel, who was shy in his heart, shyly disappeared immediately after hearing this sentence. After giving Morgan a blank look, he turned around and walked back.

Morgan didn't care, and followed with a smile.

Inside the gate of Lonely Mountain.

Just when the eleven expedition dwarves were extremely angry and helpless, extremely depressed.

Suddenly, a footstep sounded suddenly.

The dwarves immediately raised their heads.

I saw deep in the lonely mountain, a tall figure holding a long sword was slowly walking out from the deep fire.

Looking at the figure in front of him, the dwarf Kili stood up in an instant.

He looked angry, strode forward, and said forcefully: "I don't want to continue to hide behind the stone wall, like a coward, watching others help us fight our own battle!"

Kili looked angry and painfully looked at the uncle in front of him and said with a trembling voice: "Sorin. I can't do it, I really can't do it!"

Sorin Oakenshield, who had taken off his bloated and luxurious robe, walked to Kili, looked at his nephew with clear eyes, and nodded, "You're right, it can't be done."

"We are all descendants of the Turin family, and the Turin family will never evade any battle!"

After smiling at his nephew, Sorin Oakenshield patted Kili's shoulder hard, walked slowly forward, looked at the dwarves and said solemnly, "I have no right to ask any of you."

"But will you follow me, one last time."

Looking at Thorin Oak Shield, who was wearing the simplest and most practical chain mail, his eyes were clear and firm.

All the dwarves were immediately surprised to find that their king had returned.

The dwarf king Thorin, who led their Turin family to take root in the Blue Mountains, and whom they had sworn their allegiance to forever, has finally returned.

At this moment, all the dwarves' faces turned decadent, replaced by surprise, excitement, and fearlessness.

Soon, when the dwarf Bomber stood alone on the tall city wall with a huge horn.

The desolate and thick horn sounded for the first time from Lonely Mountain.

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

"boom!"

A loud bang.

For the first time, the strict gate of the Lonely Mountain was blasted open by the dwarves from inside.

in the dust rising from the sky.

Thorin Oakenshield finally rushed out of the Lonely Mountain with the expedition dwarves.

At this time, the dwarf army of the Iron Hills, which had been beaten by the orc army, was losing ground, and the dwarf army of the Iron Hills, which had almost collapsed, saw Thorin Oak Shield and watched his king fearlessly lead the army of the orcs ahead.

The crumbling beliefs instantly became indestructible.

The embarrassed iron-footed Dyne immediately shouted excitedly: "Follow the king, follow our king!"

At this moment, all the dwarves who ignited their fighting spirit raised their weapons again, followed behind the returning king, and rushed towards the endless black army ahead.