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 in Iron Hill Ridge...
"Boom!" The foot of the mountain in the distance shook for a while, and several A ferocious mouthpart 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 them, holding the weapon tightly in their other hand, howling and charging towards the elves, dwarves and humans. Come.
"The devil is coming to fight us!" Ironfoot Dine roared and pulled the reins to turn the wild boar around.
"Fight! Fight! Children of Turin!" Dain roared.
The dwarves who were originally preparing for a decisive battle 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 wrong on this point. There were a total of 1,500 dwarves, of which more than 500 were professionals. They were truly elite dwarves.
"Elves...why don't you fight?" Bilbo looked at the indifferent elves looking up at Gandalf.
"Thranduil! You can't do this!" Gandalf shouted at Thranduil.
Thranduil hesitated and looked back at the dwarves in formation...
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"Speed up! We have to get to the battlefield! " Roland said solemnly. He needs to look at the specific situation before he can decide whether to jump into this sinkhole. Although he is not a particularly qualified lord, he is definitely a person with conscience. He knows that he is considerate of his subordinates. There is no need to do something that cannot be done. Victorious battles require fearless sacrifice.
"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 is like walking on a tightrope in an abyss. If he makes a wrong step, he may be doomed. 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 is a disaster...
As for why he had to go around to the left, I just mentioned the backstab. Now Roland's strength is of no use except for killing people. Not only is Raven Ridge where Azog's command is located on the right, but he may also face the orc reinforcements from Gambada Fortress that may join the battlefield at any time. It would be fun if he really ran over there. That's huge... Think about being sandwiched in the middle by at least 20,000 orcs... The dragon knights can kill one of them for you. You must know that there are also professionals among the orcs. They are powerful warriors and shamans who are good at curses. It was full of big questions before Roland.
"Ah, ho, ho, ho!" 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, Advanced Ranger, Hawkeye Ranger and the highest titled Stalker.
I have to say 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, with all kinds of fighting spirit attached to it. The scimitar was as sharp as a hot knife cutting through butter, cutting through the armor, muscles, blood vessels, and bones of the orcs...
The orcs were stunned by the sudden attack. They waved their weapons randomly to block, and the void Zhongji emerged from the vine whip.
"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 is exactly the skill launched by several senior rangers - Thrashing Jungle: Summoning a clump of vines to continuously whip the enemy.
"Kill! For the glory of Turin!" The supported dwarves no longer cowered behind their shields. They removed their shields, straightened their weapons and slammed 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 split the blade's head. Orcs.
"Let go!" The elven archers arrayed behind set up their bows and arrows, and a total of 3,000 elven archers released arrows blessed with various skills.
"Ho ho!"
"Ouch!"
"Ha ow!"
A wave of arrows successfully killed the Orcs The army was blocked, and their backup was blocked by the rain of arrows. The dense rain of arrows left a large gap in their military formation.
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"Good guy! Are they really beaten into a pot of porridge?" Roland and his group lay on the top of the mountain without any image, pointing at the blazing battlefield below.
"Sir, are we really going to join the war like this?" Reynold asked in a dark voice. 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 worried about the people in the city. The mountain of treasures was ablaze.
"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. There should be 500 soldiers from Changhu Town plus some recruited strong men!" Roland murmured. This is comparable to the number of people in history. There were many, and because of Roland, 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..." Kaslow said weakly after some calculation.
"Alas, this does not include 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 wouldn't want to take a trip into this muddy water. He has long passed the period of time when he just crossed over and was full of energy and rebuked Fang Qiu. This is true.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, and he used this while standing on Raven Ridge A conspiracy that will surely save the enemy.
Humans will return to River Valley City to protect the old and the weak, and 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, and they will inevitably make a choice. Obviously the elves would not fight side by side with the dwarves, so Azog easily completed his plan to divide the battlefield.
"Withdraw! River Valley State!" Bard looked at the Orcs who turned around and rushed towards River Valley State with eyes wide open.
"Return to the River Valley State!" 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 and grabbed the spear that was stabbing him and sent it into the heart of the orc who was attacking from behind. He waved the warhammer in his hand a few times and passed by him. The orc's head was blown open.
"Roar!" The tall troll swung his battle ax and slashed down in a circular motion. A dwarf berserker couldn't dodge and was instantly split into two halves.
"噌噌噌噌!" The harsh sound of metal friction sounded. 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 his people die tragically, shouted the name of Thorin Oakenshield crazily on the battlefield. Unfortunately, Thorin had already fallen into The Curse of the Dragon's Gold...