Everything is as it was in the original history. Under the leadership of Thranduil, the elves are preparing to start a fight with the dwarves of Iron Hill Ridge...
"Boom!" The foot of the mountain in the distance shook, and several ferocious mouthparts emerged from the ground.
"They have forgotten the existence of the giant earth snake." Azog said with a ferocious expression.
The black orcs rushed out from the ground. They were running at high speed, holding the arm shield in front of their body and holding the weapon tightly in their other hand. They howled and rushed towards the elves, dwarves and humans.
"The devil is coming to fight us!" Dain Ironfoot roared, pulling on the reins and turning the boar around.
"Fight! Fight! Children of Turin!" Dain roared.
The dwarves who were originally preparing to fight to the death with the elven army turned their heads and ran wildly with their short legs. With the sound of shields hitting each other, a wide shield wall lay across the path of the orcs. Roland guessed this wrong.
, there are a total of 1,500 dwarves, among which the number of professionals exceeds 500, making the dwarves truly elite.
"Elves...why don't you fight?" Bilbo looked at the indifferent elves and looked up at Gandalf.
"Thranduil! You can't do this!" Gandalf shouted at Thranduil.
Thranduil hesitated and looked back at the dwarves arrayed...
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"Speed up! We have to get to the battlefield!" Roland said solemnly. He needed to see the specific situation before he could decide whether to jump into this pit. Although he was not a particularly qualified lord, he was definitely a person with a conscience.
He knows that he cares about his subordinates and there is no need to make fearless sacrifices for a battle that cannot be won.
"We need to go around to the left side of the battlefield!" Roland directed everyone. After all, he couldn't appear directly behind the orc army. If he was attacked by the orcs in turn, Roland would probably have to run away directly. Now Roland seems to be in
It’s like walking on a tightrope in an abyss. One wrong step may lead to catastrophe. Having a system does not mean having squandered capital! Without a complete logistics system and reserve troops, Roland is now like a rootless duck. Any failure will be a disaster.
disaster……
As for why we have to go around to the left side, as I just said, backstabbing is useless except for killing people with Roland's current strength. On the right side, not only is Raven Ridge where Azog's command is located, but there is also the possibility of facing enemies who may join the battlefield at any time.
It would be great fun if the orc reinforcements of Gambada Fortress really ran over... Think about being sandwiched by at least 20,000 orcs... The dragon knights can kill one of them for you. You must know that the orcs
There are also professionals among them. Their powerful warriors and shamans who are good at cursing are all big problems before Roland.
"Ahhhhhhh!" the orc roared and crashed into the dwarf's shield wall.
Suddenly, the orcs in the front row were squinted by the sunlight. That was not sunlight... it was the sword light of the elf rangers.
Ranger professional levels are divided into: trainee ranger, ranger, intermediate ranger, senior ranger, eagle eye ranger and the highest titled stalker.
It has to be said that Thranduil also invested money this time. Nearly a thousand professional ranger elves were thrown out by him. The scimitar of the elf ranger was waving in the air. The scimitar with various fighting auras was like a hot knife cutting butter.
It can cut through the orc's armor, muscles, blood vessels, and bones with such sharpness...
The orcs were stunned by the sudden attack. They waved their weapons randomly to block, and several vine whips emerged from the void.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" After the crisp sound of the whip, all the orcs around were dripping with blood, and some orcs even had their heads whipped off by the vine whip. This was exactly the skill launched by several senior rangers - whipping.
Jungle: Summons a clump of vines to continuously whip enemies.
"Kill! For the glory of Turin!" The supported dwarves no longer cowered behind their shields. They removed their shields, straightened their weapons and rammed straight into the oncoming orcs.
"Heavy Slash!" The dwarves' warrior professionals activated their skills. The sharp dwarf battle ax was wrapped in fighting spirit and came down from top to bottom. The surging fighting spirit chopped down a group of orcs at the head of the blade.
"Release!" The elf archers arrayed at the back set up their bows and arrows, and a total of 3,000 elf archers released arrows with various skills.
"Ho ho ho!"
"Ouch!"
"Hah!"
A wave of arrows successfully blocked the Orcs' army. Their backup was blocked by the arrows, and the dense arrows left a large gap in their formation.
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"Good fellow! Are we really in a mess?" Roland and his group lay facelessly on the top of the mountain, pointing at the raging battlefield below.
"Sir, are we really going to join the war like this?" Renault asked in a dark tone. He felt that Roland might want to lead everyone into hell.
"Don't forget, we haven't gotten back our commission yet. The capital of our business is all in this mountain..." Roland glanced at the still closed Irube, and couldn't help but feel passionate about the mountains of treasures in the city.
"Let's take a look at the situation first." Roland did not rush to a conclusion but carefully observed the battlefield.
"There are at least 4,000 elves! There should be about 1,000 dwarves. The 200 soldiers from Changhu Town plus some recruited strong men should be 500!" Roland murmured. This is much more people than in history, and because Roland
Because of this, the people of Lake Town escaped the fate of being roasted by Smaug, so it is understandable that the number of human soldiers increased sharply.
"But there are at least 15,000 orcs..." Kaslo said weakly after some calculations.
"Oh, this doesn't count the orc reinforcements from Gambada Fortress..." Roland sighed. If it weren't for the evil exchange of small money for wealth points to develop, Roland really didn't want to wade into this muddy water. He would have passed it long ago.
This is the real world! Every decision you make may cost your subordinates or even yourself their lives. This is not a game!
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"They can't fight on two fronts! Attack the River Valley State!" Azog saw the flaw of the coalition at a glance. Standing on Raven Ridge, he used this conspiracy to attack the enemy and save it.
Humans will return to River Valley City to protect the old and the weak, and the dwarves will not step back to protect Irub. However, the number of elves in the army can only allow them to participate in one battlefield. They are bound to make a choice. Obviously, the elves will not fight with the dwarves.
Fighting side by side, Azog easily completed his plan to divide the battlefield.
"Withdraw! River Valley State!" Bard was stunned as he looked at the orcs who turned around and rushed towards River Valley State.
"Return to the River Valley!" Seeing the coalition forces being continuously compressed by the orcs, Thranduil issued the order to retreat. The elves and humans quickly withdrew to the River Valley City under the cover of alternate shooting from the elven shooters...
There are only figures of dwarves fighting in front of the gate of Erub, and their living space is constantly being compressed.
"Thorin! Where is he? Do we need him?" Dain anxiously looked for his cousin on the battlefield.
"Ouch!" A big knife stabbed hard into the heart of Din's mount, and Iron-footed Din was knocked to the ground.
"Bah!" Dyne got up from the ground, grabbed the spear that was stabbing him, and sent it into the heart of the orc who was sneaking up from behind. He swung his warhammer a few times and blew the head of the orc who passed by him.
"Roar!" The tall troll swung his battle ax and slashed in a circular motion. A dwarf berserker couldn't dodge and was instantly split into two halves.
"噌噌嗌!" The harsh sound of metal friction sounded, and a dwarf warrior was stabbed into the gaps in the armor by several weapons at the same time. He waved the battle ax feebly and fell to the ground...
"Thorin! Thorin——" Daine, who was watching the tragic deaths of his people, shouted the name of Thorin Oakenshield crazily on the battlefield. Unfortunately, Thorin had already fallen into the curse of the dragon's gold...