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Chapter 129 Lord of the Iron Hills

"Hahahaha it's so much fun on the dragon's back!"

Sarin hung on Smaug's back, his fingers stuck in the gaps in the scales, and the clouds passed by like fog.

There are not many people in Middle-earth who can appreciate the feeling of flying. This is the first time that dwarves look down on the earth from the sky, see the clouds below them, see the lakes, and the mountains are as small as toy models.

Smaug was obviously not in a good mood, so he almost used his speed to the extreme. It was only a hundred miles from the Lonely Mountain to the Iron Hills, or even less than half an hour, and everyone had already seen those continuous mountains.

Of course, there is also the Orc army that is densely packed like ants.

The sound of drums can be heard even in mid-air.

The dwarves have put on brand new mithril armor and regained the curse of undeath. This time they did not resist much. After all, it has been proved that the curse is not impossible to lift.

"It seems that the war has been going on for quite some time."

Looking down at the entire battlefield, Tang Sen could see that the dark creatures were all blocked from the dwarves' defense line. The dwarves in the Iron Hills were very powerful in combat, and they were also able to forge exquisite war weapons at the top of Middle-earth.

Just as the Orcs' arrows were launched into the air, they were directly crushed by the iron hill dwarf's rotating fan-like device, and smashed into the Orc formation, wringing out a large piece of flesh and blood.

And those Orc wolf cavalry couldn't get past the dwarves' shield formation and spear formation at all.

On the flanks, a small wave of dwarven cavalry was on a rampage, invincible.

They were goat cavalry, a specialty of the Iron Hills. Those majestic goats had super fast speed and jumping ability, and the horns on their heads were enough to knock Orcs into the air.

Obviously, in this war, the Iron Hills dwarves had an advantage on most fronts. There was only one place where the dwarves fell into a bitter fight, and even suffered heavy casualties.

It was a huge, pale thing that looked like a lizard from above, but the dwarf's reminder looked like an ant beside it.

"The cold dragon beyond the gray mountains!"

This kind of cold dragon doesn't have wings, can't fly, and can't breathe like a real dragon, but it also has a certain amount of dragon blood, so that it has a huge body and hard scales.

"They taste good!" said Smaug. "And there's so much meat that you can't finish a meal."

"This is also on top of your recipe? To some extent, shouldn't you be the same kind?" Tang Sen asked curiously.

"Same kind?" Smaug was angry: "What a joke, this humble lizard deserves to be my kind?"

Well, apparently Smaug doesn't acknowledge the thin dragon blood that Cold Dragon possesses.

Both the orcs and the dwarves on the battlefield noticed the descending dragon, and the dwarves all stood on guard and drew back their lines. Of course they recognized that this was their old neighbor, Smaug who occupied the Lonely Mountain.

Its deterrent power is beyond doubt.

The lord of the Iron Hills, Dyne Ironfoot, who was leading the goat cavalry to charge, could not help strangling the strong wild boar under his crotch, and was about to retreat to the gate of the Iron Hills.

At this moment, he noticed a silver-white figure jumping down from Smaug's back.

They smashed heavily into the Orc formation, stirring up dust all over the sky.

One even fell directly in front of him, causing the wild boar under him to take a few steps back in shock.

"what's the situation?"

He cautiously looked into the hole that was smashed out. The dust was blown away by the wind, and a dwarf in silver-white armor stood up unsteadily.

The dwarf still held an extremely exaggerated giant hammer in his hand.

"I feel like my bones have been shaken apart." Dyne could hear the other party's voice through the visor.

"Female dwarf?!" He couldn't help exclaiming.

"Huh?" The dwarf noticed Dyne next to him, and raised his hand to say hello: "Hey, your mount is so handsome!"

"Who are you? How did you jump off the back of the dragon? How could you be so tall. Be careful!" Dyne's long list of questions has not been finished yet, but the orcs have already rushed up, and he hastened to speak. remind.

Then he saw a scene that stunned him. The mysterious female dwarf swung a sledgehammer and turned around on the spot. Those Orcs seemed to have no weight, and the whole piece was smashed out.

"You are Thorin's younger brother, Dyne Ironfoot, right?" The female dwarf's voice sounded like a brass bell: "You are too long-winded! I will talk to you when I feel better!"

Then, like a bulldozer, she rushed into the Oak group.

In other places, the dwarves also stood up one by one. They waved the weapons in their hands, completely refusing to dodge the attacks of the Orcs, and forcibly divided the Orc army.

"Durin's beard—"

This reinforcement that fell from the sky was completely beyond Dyne's imagination.

The armor on them is Mithril?
When did the dwarven tribe appear such a wealthy one?

On the other side, there was a shrill scream, and Dyne turned his head to look sideways, only to see the shadows under the wings descending from the sky, and the evil dragon that made all the dwarves tremble in fear spewed out monstrous dragon flames, scorching on the cold dragon's body. body.

The huge cold dragon, which made the dwarves helpless, looked like a pocket toy under Smaug's wings. Its sharp claws directly pierced the cold dragon's scales, and ice blue blood spattered out.

The dwarves fled in all directions, watching the evil dragon easily slay the cold dragon, and then spread his wings and passed through the orc army.

Blazing fire.

In just a few minutes, the attacking Orcs collapsed.

They left corpses all over the ground and fled in the direction of the gray mountains.

Until now, Dyne hadn't woken up from the shock.

Is war such a simple matter?It always feels like a one-sided massacre.

"It's tasteless." He saw the female dwarf carrying a giant hammer striding over. In just a few minutes, her armor was already stained with black blood, and hundreds of orcs fell into her hands. .

And the other dwarves also approached scatteredly, and one of the dwarves lifted his visor, revealing his gray beard.

"Dain, long time no see!"

"Bahrain?" Dyne asked in surprise, "Why are you?"

He naturally knew Bahrain. After all, Bahrain lived in Lonely Mountain before the fall of Lonely Mountain. He was already an old dwarf over 200 years old.

"I heard about your expedition. I wanted to go to the Lonely Mountain to help you, but I was stopped by these damn Orcs." He jumped off the wild boar, went to embrace Bahrain, and said happily: "Seeing that you are safe and sound It's great to be okay!"

"I've been through a lot." Balin smiled and said, "Fortunately, the traveler helped us."

"Traveler?"

Dyne saw the evil dragon fall aside and lowered his head, only then did he see the throne where the dragon's horns were.

"He subdued the evil dragon and helped us take back the Lonely Mountain. It is also his wish to come to support the Iron Hills this time." Balin said beside him, "Let me introduce to you—"

"No, I've heard of the Traveler." Dyne greeted him, "Come from a faraway place, the owner of the Supreme Lord of the Rings."

He tried his best not to meet his eyes with the terrifying golden pupils, lowered his head slightly, and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Dragon Conqueror, I heard that your destination is the Iron Hills, I didn't expect to be here meet under such circumstances."

"May the light of Durin shine on you, Lord of the Iron Hills." Tang Sen jumped down from the dragon's head, and looked at Dyne: "I hope my coming will not be too presumptuous."

"I have good news and bad news."

War is not achieved overnight, but a protracted event.

Especially in this era when transportation basically depends on legs, preparing for battle and marching will take a long time.

To the east of the Misty Mountains, the war around the Lonely Mountain has consumed all of Sauron's strength in Dol Guldur, and it is still a complete army that is ready to go at any time.

According to common sense, those armies were enough to sweep through the dense forest, trek all the way to the Iron Hills, and control the entire east of the Misty Mountains in the hands of Sauron.

Unfortunately, things did not develop according to common sense.

A giant dragon, a giant dragon that should have stood on the side of darkness, completely crushed the morale of the dark army, and the elves of the woodland kingdom rushed out before the army regrouped, and completely dispersed the army. exterminate.

When the news came back to Mordor, Sauron realized that his minions in the east of the Misty Mountains had been completely cut off. He lost the best chance to regain the Lord of the Rings, and the next war would no longer be a surprise attack. Blitz like the Lonely Mountain.

It is the great war of the dark side against the whole of Middle-earth.

Countless pieces of armor and weapons are forged in the furnace of Mordor every day, and Harland's army, the human kingdom under the control of Sauron, has begun an expedition to Gondor along the Harland Road .

Every force is ready to go, and all the creatures in Middle-earth know that what they will face next is the last decisive battle of this era, which will determine the fate of Middle-earth.

The battlefield will probably take place in the human kingdom closest to Mordor, the city that has guarded Mordor for thousands of years, the White City—Minas Tirith.

Half a year passed by in a flash.

　There is only one chapter today, and I am a little bit stuck. I noticed some problems, and I am going to change the outline and speed up.

　　Originally, there will be a large amount of content about war, a hymn that embodies the courage of the Middle-earth humans, and the pretentious line between the protagonist and Gondor, but after thinking about it, it will take too much to make these content reasonable. The pen and ink are on Gondor and Rohan themselves, not on the protagonist.

　　Just like the section on Iron Hills, I will write about how Dyne reasonably accepted Sharin’s status, and how Tang Sen borrowed soldiers from Iron Hills, and I will get two more chapters. These contents can be written, but after all, the paid chapters will feel a bit awkward Water, the rhythm will be a bit slow.

　　Readers should be more willing to see how the protagonist uses Smaug to pretend and how to crush Mordor.

　　So, let’s make a trade-off, I’ll bring over many procrastinating plots, and try to let everyone see the wonderful things in each chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)