Chapter 1119 1101. Army
At least the night passed according to Lan En and Bard's plan.
The temperature at night is even colder after the snowfall, and even sitting next to the brazier makes people feel numb.
Thanks to the underground warehouse that was cleared in advance, the elderly and children were allowed to go in and take care of them together. This way no one froze to death tonight.
The early morning sun rose from the snow line of Lone Mountain, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
As time went by, the news of Smaug's murder was like a bird with wings, flying to the ears of interested people everywhere.
In the southwest of the Wasteland of Smaug, a huge black army is trekking through the barren wasteland.
From time to time, the shadows of clouds in the sky leave gloomy and short-lived traces on the khaki wasteland.
But no matter how gloomy the shadow is, it cannot compare to this army.
They are like a monster crawling forward, crushing all enemies in front of them.
This is a group of heavily armed orcs.
Every body with different deformities and dirty appearance is covered with crude but high-coverage armor.
These black steel armors are like hammering and splicing large pieces of iron into a shape, and then put them on the orcs.
There is no anti-friction lining and no consideration for comfort.
The life of an orc is not valuable, and there is no need to care.
This is not only the perception of humans, elves, and dwarves, but also the perception of the orcs themselves.
They don’t bring supply troops with them when they march, so it’s clear what they eat.
It is different from the orcs who hunted down the dwarves and entered Changhu Town before.
At the beginning, those orcs mainly hunted in the wild, so their equipment was light and dexterous.
But for this army now, they have made it clear that they use offensive equipment.
Large coverings of simple armor, halberds, war hammers, and battle axes.
Under the simple black iron helmets, the orcs each have their own deformed faces, filled with the desire for blood and killing.
And there were not only orcs in the army, but huge and fat trolls were also armed, and the heavy footsteps hitting the ground together were 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 of comfort, these siege equipment simply penetrated into the flesh and skin of the ogres, using them as fixed bases.
The wargs carried the knights on their backs and patrolled flexibly around the army. The corners of their mouths twitch to reveal sharp wolf teeth, and the eager growls in their throats represent their evil desires that are no less than those of the orcs.
But these evil desires are restrained in the army, and they dare not let go or transcend.
People always think that the evil army will be powerful, but this is a misunderstanding.
Evil is an end, not a strong guarantee.
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 warg and whose skin is different from ordinary orcs.
The body surface of the orcs is mostly a dirty yellow-black color. It is not known whether it is their original skin color or the deposition and contamination caused by the dirty living environment.
The skin of this orc is pale, and there are no deformed mutations on his head or body.
His strong body was covered with messy scars, showing that he had experienced many battles.
Only the left arm disappeared from the elbow. The handle of a cruel double-pointed knife was inserted directly into the fracture, growing together with the flesh and blood. Just think of it as his lost left hand.
He and his wargs patrolled in front of the army, or frowned and looked into the distance towards the rolling hills of the wasteland.
As long as he is around, all orcs, trolls, and wargs must abide by the rules and obey orders.
Because he is [The Blasphemer] Azog, the most prestigious and powerful orc leader in the entire northern part of Middle-earth!
He is the commander personally appointed by the Supreme One!
The orcs’ strategies for the entire northern part of Middle-earth were all made by him.
It was he who cut off the head of Thorin's grandfather Thror when the Lonely Mountain dwarves were driven out of their home by the evil dragon and wanted to return to their abandoned home of Moria.
"Woodland Elf! There is also a strange human being!"
In a wilderness of wasteland, a shout suddenly came from the side of the orc army.
The blasphemy and evil in that black language are enough to make them shudder to the ears of humans, elves and other races, but to the orcs, it is just ordinary speech.
A warg cavalry who had followed the invasion of Changhu Town approached Azog, the pale orc who was leading the front, from the side of the army.
And stop respectfully and carefully behind him.
“While Bolger was leading us to hunt down the dwarves, the prince of the Woodland Kingdom, a female elf, and the rumored tall and strong human suddenly appeared! They helped the dwarves escape into the Lonely Mountain !”
“Later. Later, Smaug also died.”
The orc cavalry on the warg panted and said.
At this point, Azogna raised his left hand that had been replaced with a blade, and the dark orc army behind him stopped without permission.
The paused footsteps were all uniform, shaking the wilderness!
This kind of control over the army was enough to even make the nobles of the Magical Middle Ages stunned. It didn't look like the orcs who usually made a big fuss.
"So, did Bolger kill them? Did he chop off the heads of the elves?"
Bolger was Azog's son and the leader of the orcs who entered Chang Lake Town that night.
Azog spoke in a low voice, and even the orcs felt a strong sense of threat from the evil black words in his mouth.
The white orc rode a warg that was a bit larger than the others, pacing around the cavalry who came to report the news, pointing the blade of his left hand at him and asking in a low voice.
"They escaped!" The warg cavalry who came to report was not only tired but also frightened, supplementing in a low voice. "Like a coward!"
"But the coward can live! And come back with the elven army of the Woodland Kingdom!"
Azog's low roar made the Warg Cavalry dare not refute.
"Where is Bolg?" Azog seemed to know that yelling at a soldier below was of no use, so he turned to ask the actual question.
"He went to Gundaba and said that he would mobilize more people~"
As soon as he said this, the cruel double-pointed knife stabbed into the back of the warg cavalry.
Azog raised the warg cavalryman who had been stabbed through the chest with one hand, and threw the body behind him without looking back.
So a group of wargs who had already been licking their lips and drooling rushed forward to fill their stomachs.
The end of the warg cavalry originally rode also participated.
They are allies with the orcs, and it is unlikely that the cavalry will be implicated in anything they do.
“Go and give orders to Gundaba, that idiot Bolger, how many people can he mobilize without my order?”
Azog gave an order to a warg cavalry who had just grabbed the thigh.
Orcs are naturally cruel and sinister creatures. Even if he talks about his own son, Azog seems to be talking about an insignificant subordinate.
"Bring out the evil bats! Then hire goblins from the Goblin Kingdom in the Misty Mountains!"
The Warg Cavalry accepted the order, with a piece of orc in the wolf's mouth. Thighs, and then ran towards the west without stopping.
“We’re all together, okay.”
Azog raised the blade of his left hand again, and the footsteps of the orc army sounded again.
"Humans! Elves! Dwarves! Let Lonely Mountain bury them all! War! March!"
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And just started to boil water for cooking In the river valley city, this time also caused a wave of disturbance in 'Xiao Xiao'.
The refugees in Changhu Town, who had struggled to survive the cold weather last night, had just gained some vitality and vitality under the hot water and food.
And then, when they stepped out of the house they had arranged in River Valley City, they were shocked at first sight.
The stairs and platforms up and down the river valley city were filled with a meticulous army that looked like one man.
The elves were uniformly dressed in gorgeous golden armor, with long knives and quivers hanging on their waists, as well as a long bow.
Under the golden helmets are handsome faces. Their long lives have brought incomparable discipline and tacit understanding.
Everyone stood quietly and moved forward lightly, so that the refugees from Changhu Town who were resting in the city did not notice the movement of such a large army entering the city.
The early morning sun shines on the elves' armor, reflecting a blurred phantom light.
The breeze blew the red cloaks behind them, like a red wave in the golden waves.
The fatigue and confusion of just waking up still remained in the corners of Bud's eyes, but after hearing the news of the refugees in Chang Lake Town, he quickly came out to take a look.
After seeing the large number of elven troops, he was much calmer than the townspeople. After all, on the battlefield facing Smaug, the elves said they would come to the Lonely Mountain to find an explanation from the dwarves and provide help to the refugees along the way. .
"You have brought too many people, Thranduil. What do you want to do?"
Bard pushed aside the townspeople who gathered around curiously when they saw that there was no danger, and moved towards the conspicuous stag and tall figure. He heard these words when he walked next to him.
Bard walked through the crowd and saw Lan scratching his head, standing next to Thranduil's stag mount and asking him.
"I just want to resolve this matter as soon as possible."
Thranduil nodded to Bard, who had just come over, and responded to the witcher's inquiry.
The Elf King and the Demon Hunter stood together, and the outstanding aura formed by their appearance and conversation made it difficult for others to get close to them.
"I told you, the situation is now in chaos. I must retrieve our national treasure as soon as possible and then return home."
Thranduil's expression and tone were very dull. At first glance, he just felt This man is extremely arrogant.
But Lan En and Bard know him somewhat, this is just Thranduil's common expression.
"The dwarves are stubborn. I just hope that my army can make them sensible and send the Starlight White Gem back."
As he said that, Thranduil moved his hand here. He waved in the direction of the strict army.
"Since it is used to intimidate, the bigger the natural scene, the better."
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(End of this chapter)