Chapter 1119: 1101 Army

Chapter 1119 1101.Army

At least the night passed according to Lan En and Bard's plan.

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

Luckily, the underground warehouse was cleared in advance and allowed the elderly and children to go in and take care of them together. This way, no one froze to death tonight.

The morning sun rose from the snow line of Lone Mountain, which made everyone feel relieved.

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 earthy wasteland.

But no shadow, no matter how gloomy, can 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.

Each body with different deformities and dirty appearance is covered with crude but high-coverage armor.

These black steel armors were like hammering and splicing large pieces of iron into a shape, and then they were put on the orcs' bodies.

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

The life of an orc is worthless, and there is no need to care about it.

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

They don’t bring supply troops with them when they march, so you can figure out 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 this army now clearly uses equipment for attacking fortresses.

Simple armor with large coverage, halberd, war hammer, and battle axe.

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. The heavy footsteps hitting the ground together were like a small earthquake.

They were not only 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 the flesh and skin of the ogres, using them as fixed bases.

The wolves 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.

However, these evil desires are restrained within the army, and they dare not stray or exceed them.

People always think that evil armies 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.

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 orders?”

Azog gave an order to a warg cavalry who had just grabbed the thigh.

Orcs are naturally ferocious and dangerous 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 wolf cavalry accepted the order, with a piece of orc thigh in the wolf's mouth, 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 the lonely mountain bury them all! War! March!"

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And in the river valley city where water had just started to be boiled for cooking, it also caused a little stir.

The refugees in Changhu Town, who had struggled through last night's cold weather, had just gained some vitality and vitality under the hot water and food.

Immediately afterwards, when they stepped out of the house they had arranged in the 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.

Beneath the golden helmets are handsome faces, and their long lives have brought them 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 morning sun shines on the armor of the elves, reflecting a blurred phantom light.

The breeze blew the red cloaks behind them, like a red wave in the golden waves.

The corners of Bud's eyes were still filled with the fatigue and confusion of just waking up, 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 men, Thranduil. What do you want?”

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 as he walked beside 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 created by their appearance and conversation made it difficult for others to get close to them.

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

Thranduil's expression and tone were very calm. At first glance, he just felt that this man was extremely arrogant.

But Lan En and Bard knew him somewhat, this was just Thranduil's common expression.

“The dwarves are stubborn. I just hope that my army can make them think a little and send the Star White Gem back.”

Speaking, Thranduil waved his hand in the direction of the organized army.

“Since it is used to intimidate, the bigger the natural scene, the better.”