Allen, who was fighting among the wolves, didn't have as many ideas as Childan.
He only knew that there seemed to be an endless supply of hungry wolves around him. As soon as he killed the one in front of him, another one would rush towards him.
For this reason, he tirelessly waved the sword with the Noldor sigil in his hand, taking away the lives of his enemies time and time again, and the smelly wolf blood had been splattered all over his silver armor.
As long as the energy recovers a little, a bolt of lightning will light up from Allen's hand, and then wreak havoc among the wolves.
At this time, on the battlefield, except for Allen himself, no human being could keep fighting on horseback.
Even the brave and capable gryphon knights had all jumped off their horses and entangled themselves with the wargs with their swords and shields.
For a team of only twenty gryphon knights, the number of wolves was simply too great.
While killing the enemy, Allen also quickly glanced at the current battlefield situation.
Under the desperate fighting of human warriors and dwarf warriors, there were far fewer enemies still active on the battlefield.
A large number of mutilated corpses of the evil wolves have been piled up into hills one after another around the soldiers.
The blood seeping out of the corpse formed small streams on the burnt brown land.
But these wargs did not die in vain, except that they had completed the delayed tasks very well.
Driven by their bloodthirsty desire, they caused a certain amount of damage to the enemy.
Especially Allen's men paid an extremely heavy price during this battle.
At this moment, the number of heavy knights who can still stand and fight against the wargs is now less than two-thirds of the number at the beginning.
Although Allen equipped them with plate armor that was enough to cover their whole bodies, the physical fitness of humans was, after all, not as strong and tough as dwarves.
The heavy armor and constant fighting made them exhausted from the fight with the wargs.
As for the wolves that attacked Allen, in addition to the wargs that were originally active in the wilderness, there were also demon wolves from further north.
Under Sauron's call, they returned to the Demon Lord's command, but their number was not too large.
In order to prepare for this interception plan, Sauron sent them to the battlefield without hesitation.
Demon wolves are more intelligent and cruel than wargs, and are more resistant to the negative effects of dark magic.
This also prevents their intelligence from being greatly affected.
Although there is no way to change the current bloodthirsty and manic state of wargs, they can use their howls to provide better combat suggestions to their fellow humans.
So when the demon wolves discovered that they could not cause damage to the iron cans in front of them with their fangs and claws, they quickly thought of other strategies and reminded them of their kind.
Those large wargs, under this prompt, began to use their bodies to charge and attack.
Use your own life to knock mankind to the ground.
As for the very tired heavy riders, they fell down once and were able to stand up with the help of their teammates.
But after falling down many times and his teammates also falling to the ground, he could no longer get up.
And at this time, it's time for the demon wolves to show off.
Some of them used their strong limbs to severely restrain the fallen humans.
Others stretched out their long sharp claws and began to look for the weaknesses of those iron cans.
After being suppressed, most of the heavy riders would use their arms with gauntlets to desperately protect their throats and faces.
However, during the struggle of the armor on the body parts, it is inevitable that some weak defense areas will be exposed, especially the sides of the thighs and the back of the calves.
They are cavalry, and the protection in these places is relatively less, with only a thin layer of metal mesh.
These places are the main areas where the demon wolves attack. Their sharp claws are enough to penetrate such metal grids, and then tear through the inner armor, causing certain damage to the fallen humans.
The cavalrymen who were brutally attacked didn't feel anything at first.
But soon a chill accompanied by pain came from the wound toward the brain. Although this would not cause them to die immediately, it would basically lose the ability to continue fighting.
Most of the heavy knights who fell to the ground were killed by the demonic wolf.
Compared to humans, the situation of dwarves is much better.
Even if they are knocked down by wargs during the battle, most of them can stand up and rejoin the battle.
Dwarves' endurance and ability to withstand blows are too strong.
And sometimes, the warg simply couldn't knock down the stable dwarf. Instead, he would be forcibly suppressed by the dwarf's angry roar, and then die tragically with multiple swords in his body.
Soon, under the angry attacks of the dwarves, most of the wargs who dared to attack their formation became corpses.
At this time, Feili, who still remained calm, quickly directed his tribe to regroup and prepare to support the human allies not far away.
At this time, the elven cavalry galloping from a distance also missed their arrows, accurately harvesting the lives of the remaining wargs.
Soon, the wargs besieging the human troops were completely killed and injured due to the joint efforts of the elves, dwarves and humans.
Under the influence of Sauron's magic, these bloodthirsty and manic guys did not even choose to escape like before.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the demon wolves fled towards the west while wailing, and soon disappeared, except for some thick black shadows that seemed to float to the east with them.
Neither elves nor humans have much interest in hunting them down.
It's not because of exhaustion or kindness, but because a greater crisis has come to them.
At this time, the deadly scream of the ferocious beast had reached Allen's ears. What was even more disturbing was that the dark and strange cloud also came over everyone's heads at this time.
And a large group of orcs in Wuyangyang came towards this side with excited expressions on their faces.
Even a dwarf with a tough temperament could not help but tighten his grip on the weapon in such a situation.
Childan came to Allen from a distance and shouted: "Alan, your mission has been completed, please stay away from here, let us deal with these minions of darkness."
Allen looked at the mess on the battlefield and knew that staying away was his only choice.
His men were already exhausted after experiencing this battle, and there were hundreds of lightly and seriously injured people waiting for his treatment.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded from the west.
It was Aragorn, Kress and Grim who led the knight apprentices back from the west.
They discovered the demon wolf escaping from the battlefield, and also saw the dark clouds approaching the battlefield.
Out of concern, they returned here without hesitation.
For Allen, this is also a good thing. The extra spare horses can carry the wounded out of here.
Moreover, the battle is already over, isn't it?
But the surprise is not just that.
Allen, who had made up his mind, was planning to reply to Childan and thank him for his back-up behavior.
But before he could speak, something happened in the distance, making his blood-stained face reveal an expression of extreme shock.
Then, the shock immediately turned to joy. He pointed to Lothlórien in the northwest and said to Cirdan: "It's the lady. The lady of the Golden Forest is here to help us."
At this time, a large dazzling and bright light full of hope quickly rose from Lothlórien and rushed towards the evil and strange dark cloud.
The dark clouds that were originally full of dark power dissipated without a trace in an instant when faced with the dazzling white light. Following this white light were dozens of flying eagles.
Galadriel, holding the starlight crystal bottle, stood firmly on the back of the Eagle King, while the Eagle King flew towards the two ferocious beasts churning in the dark clouds.
It was Holmras who commanded the orc army, and the blind sorcerer holding the evil statue.
When the white light came, the two of them didn't even have time to react. In an instant, they consumed all the evil energy in their bodies and turned into a wisp of smoke and fled towards the east.
This place is far away from Mordor, and Sauron's power here is simply unable to compete with the Lady of the Golden Forest.
Sauron's two evil servants need to return to their master immediately to regain their bodies.
After receiving such a blow, they may not be able to come out to cause harm to the world in just a few years.
As the blind warlock fled, the statue that kept spitting out black smoke also lost its source of power and fell from the sky toward the ground.
The originally evil and strange dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed because they lost their follow-up power.
And the last ray of the setting sun fell on the heads of tens of thousands of orcs.
As the evil creations of Morgoth, Orcs are born with a fear of the sun, even if what they face is only the moment when the sun is at its weakest every day.
Driven by fear, the orcs' marching formation, which could barely be maintained at first, became completely chaotic like ants on a hot pot at this moment.
And what's more, the Eagle King, who drove away the ferocious beast, lowered his flying altitude.
The dazzling light containing the Silmaril in the Starlight Vase instantly illuminated the entire orc army.
This white light, which was enough to burn evil, not only completely frightened the panicked Snaga, but also made those Uruks who were not particularly afraid of the sun become extremely weak.
Faced with this situation, Cirdan immediately issued an order for the entire army to charge. Under this order, nearly three thousand elves rushed towards the orc army.
"Everyone, remount, remount."
Allen was so excited that he immediately shouted loudly, and the guards around him jumped on their horses and passed Allen's order to the entire battlefield.
The heavy cavalry, who were still barely able to move at this time, climbed onto the spare horses with difficulty, and after a little gathering.
Under the leadership of the Griffin Knights and the Death Swordsmen, following the pace of the Elf Cavalry, they rushed towards the chaotic Orcs.
The hundreds of northern rangers, as well as the woodland elites led by Laigolas, recalled their horses and headed towards the battlefield over there.
At this time, young Aragorn rode his horse to Allen's side and shouted loudly: "Lord Allen, can I also join the battlefield at this time?"
Allen nodded and responded loudly: "Go, all the soldiers who are still on the horse, go, Grim, do your job."
What job? Of course, the job of protecting Aragorn.
Even now that he has beaten the drowned dog, Allen cannot allow the last successor to the king of Gondor to be in any danger.
After all the soldiers who were still on horseback were heading towards the battlefield, Allen called to the dwarf allies around him and asked them to help him dig out the soldiers buried under the corpses of the wargs.
Who makes the dwarves run so slowly? Without their mounts, they can't catch up with the orcs who are running away like crazy.
And many of the heavy riders lying on the ground had lost their breath at this moment.
Allen looked at his men with dark faces with a heavy face, knowing that they did not die from ordinary physical injuries.
The claws of those cunning and cruel demon wolves are obviously extremely poisonous.
Although some soldiers closed their eyes forever here, the majority were those soldiers who were breathing weakly and still fighting against death.
At this moment, they are in urgent need of Alan's treatment.
In order to ensure that I have the best treatment environment, I also try my best to save all the soldiers who are still alive.
So Allen communicated with Feili during the treatment and asked the dwarf prince to direct his people to carry the wounded to Allen's side in turn according to the degree of darkening of their faces.
In this way, Allen can maximize the use of time to treat the wounded.
Fortunately, Allen's power has a very good effect on purifying evil poisons such as demon wolves. It does not take him too much time and energy to purify these dark forces.
Otherwise, Allen might run out of strength and faint.
And this kind of poison is not purified from plants or minerals as Allen remembers, but it is very similar to the black shadow disease of the Nazgul.
It just takes effect faster and is more toxic. Allen guessed that it may be related to the evil spirits in the demon wolf.
Or the Dark Lord has given them new abilities.
It didn't take long for Allen to treat all the soldiers who were poisoned by the wolf as fast as he could.
Their complexions have changed from frightening lividity to healthy complexions.
The death toll of Allen's men was also counted at this moment.
During this battle, more than fifty people stayed on this land forever.
The dwarves carefully removed their armor, and the dwarves also briefly modified their appearance.
In the end, they lay in a neat row like a military parade, as if waiting for Allen to give them the last order.