Chapter 1053: 1035 First meeting with the elf knight

Chapter 1053 Chapter 1035. First meeting with the Elf Knight

Thorin Oakenshield, as the leader of this dwarf team, he walked out from the quiet dwarves and looked up at the gray robe wizard.

He opened his mouth, as if he was also struggling in his heart.

As long as we 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 were non-stop.

Finally, Thorin gritted his teeth.

“We can’t just go away, 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!”

Having said that, the tall dwarf greeted the dwarves who had been boosted by his words. They scrambled to grip their weapons again and wanted to climb back up the **** 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 expression on the gray robe wizard's face is very 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, they are not lacking in these good qualities of integrity, firmness, acknowledgment of death, and unity.

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 dazzling smile.

"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~~~”

Following this was the sound of arrows piercing the air that were denser, more stable, and sharper 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 down the **** 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 roll.

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 struck it to silence the orc.

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

“Elven arrows.”

At the same time, he seemed to suddenly understand something. He raised his head and asked 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 an invitation gesture.

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's driving.

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 thrust into the shoulder sockets of wargs as they charge, and their etched bows and arrows rarely miss even when shooting at moving targets on galloping horseback.

Orcs fear 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, and they fled towards 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 did not try 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 the helmet, just curiosity.

“Adanisil.”

Lan En vaguely heard this word being said among the group of elf knights who were sizing him up.

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 put 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.

“His hair that looks like molten silver in the sun, delicate skin, and a face that is prettier than all humans. Except for these eyes that look like wild beasts.”

“Hail to you, the warrior who dares to fight against the Orcs and Warg Riders, may I know your name?”

The elf on the horse bowed slightly politely.

Coupled with the fact that he has smooth black hair, and a delicate and meticulously groomed face, he makes people feel good about him out of thin air, and 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, said his name calmly 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 any surprise.

“Of course, of course, who else in Middle-earth could meet such extraordinary creatures except this guy? Let alone become 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.