The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 486 The Battle of the Shire

"Quick, archers, hurry up the city wall, remember to attack those trolls that can destroy the city gate first!"

"Those Oaks have wooden ladders to climb the city wall. We need more thunderstones, rolling logs and arrows. Quickly mobilize the common people to help carry supplies!"

"The hobbit archers are here to help, but even so we are outnumbered!"

……

There is an air of despair floating over the entire town of Bree. Most of the citizens are hiding at home and blocking the doors and windows with furniture, as if this can bring them some sense of security.

The farmers in the villages who came to sell goods were not so lucky. They could only go to the city gate to help carry military supplies under the coercion and inducement of the Bree militiamen.

They can only pray that Bree's wooden walls can protect them from the threat of Orcs and give them even a small sense of security.

However, the sad fact is that not only the migrant workers who were forcibly recruited to help in the battle, but also the sheriffs and Dúnedain rangers who were preparing to fight on the city walls, now looked desperate.

There is no other reason than that the limits of darkness have far exceeded Bree's ability to bear:

"We have less than [-] militiamen. Even if we add the [-] Hobbit archers who came to assist us and rely on the city wall, it is impossible for us to defeat such a large number of Orc troops!"

The Sheriff looked with some despair at the Orc army outside the city that covered almost the entire East-West Avenue. The slightly rusty armor on his body obviously told that he had not experienced a battle for a long time.

As for the weapons and armor on the militiamen, they were no less impressive. The no longer sharp spears and only tens of thousands of arrows, coupled with the unstoppable trembling thighs and arms, looked like the attire of a weakling.

On the other hand, those Oaks in the distance are actually equipped with iron armor, heavy battle axes and scimitars. At first glance, it seems that human equipment is not even as good as Oaks!
"It's not time to give up yet. It's daytime now. Orcs are far less powerful than humans. Even an untrained farmer or young man can easily defeat them."

The Dúnedain Ranger on the side obviously understood the disparity of this battle, but he still tried his best to encourage these militiamen who were about to be frightened:
"Don't worry, the news of the large-scale invasion of the Orcs will soon attract the attention of more Dúnedain people. By then, more and more Dúnedain rangers will come to support us!"

"Yes, the Dúnedain Rangers will definitely come to help us. You don't have to be afraid anymore."

"Huh~ I can only hope that we can hold on until reinforcements arrive, right?"

……

After hearing the encouragement from the Dúnedain ranger, the surrounding militiamen gradually stabilized their emotions, and then returned to their respective posts to prepare.

However, none of them noticed that just as they turned and left with smiles, the faces of the Sheriff and the Dúnedain Rangers gradually became more serious and ugly.

Haha, reinforcements, where did the reinforcements come from?
The Dúnedain rider who came to issue a warning had already brought detailed information about the battle situation. The nearly [-] Orc army and dozens of trolls outside the city in front of him were just the vanguard!
At present, the main force of the Dúnedain Rangers is doing their best to hold back the follow-up troops of the Oak Legion, and the elves of Rivendell have also sent patrols to hunt around.

But even so, these battles that are dozens of kilometers away are just a drop in the bucket for Bree, and distant water cannot put out a nearby fire.

As for Ciel?

Haha, thank God that the Hobbits, whose combat power is no different from that of the Oaks, can resist the attacks of the Oaks on their own. How can we dare to hope that they can send reinforcements to support them?
In other words, Brie is now truly helpless!
"What about Gray Port? Isn't it said that there is an elven port called Gray Port at the end of the East-West Avenue? Can't they send troops to support it?"

At this moment, the Sheriff looked at the Dúnedain rangers next to him like a drowning man grasping at straws, and then asked anxiously:
"There are also the dwarves in the Blue Mountains. They should have a trade agreement with us. Many humans in Big Hole Town will serve as apprentices for the dwarves. They should also come to support us, right?"

The Blue Mountains are an isolated medium-sized mountain range located south of Gray Port. Although its area is far smaller than the Misty Mountains, it is comparable to the Iron Hills.

As the last residence of the dwarves in the west of Middle-earth, the Blue Mountains are home to tens of thousands of dwarves. In addition, they took in refugees from the Durin clan decades ago, which can be said to be full of martial virtue!
As long as we have the help of the Oaks, we can surely defeat even such a large army of Oaks, right?

However, facing the Sheriff's expectant eyes, the Dúnedain ranger just shook his head and said helplessly:
"It's unlikely. They are all located in the far west of Middle-earth. Even if they can send reinforcements in time after getting the news, Bree will most likely have been captured by the Orcs by the time they arrive."

"That……"

woohoo-

The Sheriff wanted to say something more, but the sound of horns coming from the Oak army in the distance interrupted his open mouth, and he could only pretend to be calm and raise his bow and arrow to wait.

The only thing he can do now is to infect the surrounding militias with the determined area he pretends to make them believe that non-existent reinforcements will arrive sooner or later.

Even before that, the whole of Bree is likely to pay the price in blood!
————The Shire, Hobbiton

At this moment, Hobbiton, which is only a few hours' walk from Bree, is unaware of the tragedy that happened in the Shire. The hobbits are still living a happy life isolated from the outside world and living and working in peace and contentment.

Yet Gandalf once said:

Hobbits can indeed live a happy and simple life in isolation from the outside world, but this isolation is just one-sided self-deception, because even if hobbits don't want their lives to change, the outside world will continue to change. .

Now, it is the moment when the Hobbits are about to passively accept changes in the outside world:

"Suck~ha~another wonderful day~"

In front of the Bag End of the Baggins family, Bilbo was smoking a pipe filled with fine tobacco leaves with a leisurely expression, sitting on a bench in the garden and reading a book.

During this time, he had been browsing the travel notes given to him by Rohan, which faintly rekindled his desire for adventure, but at the same time, it also filled his heart with entanglements.

There is no doubt that the outside world is dangerous, not to mention how to solve seven meals a day outside?

Looking at the various dangerous and desperate situations recorded by the elf explorers in the book, as well as the magnificent scenery after the rain cleared up, Bilbo couldn't help but feel his heart trembling.

Well, I will definitely go on a trip next time. Then I can call Luohan and they can go together...

ding ding ding-

The sudden bursts of alarm bells scared Bilbo and he almost dropped the pipe in his mouth. Then he saw many hobbits angrily running toward the birthplace with pitchforks and shovels:
"It seems like little fat Jon Sam is ringing the warning bell. Is there a bad guy coming?"

"Ah ah ah, it's the Orcs. I saw a few big wargs running from the hill. They must be chasing Xiaopang!" "Then why are you hesitating? Dear fellow villagers, Everyone, hurry up and save him!"

The hobbits rushed out, holding high various farm tools that could be seen everywhere in life. The unity and courage they displayed exceeded everyone's imagination.

Hobbits are indeed afraid of changes in their lives, but as long as any evil creature dares to threaten their homeland and friends, they will unite and fight desperately against each other.

Don't underestimate the fighting power of hobbits. Although their stature is indeed not much different from that of ordinary Oaks, they are definitely first-rate experts in archery, fishing and throwing stones to smash pine cones.

If the pine cone were replaced by an Oak head, it would also be the foundation of a marksman!
Even one day in the future, when Frodo set out to destroy the Lord of the Rings and almost encountered the Nazgul who broke into his house, it was thanks to his friends who sounded the alarm and called in fellow villagers to scare away the Nazgul.

(In the original work, he was indeed scared away. I really don’t know which Nazgul was so embarrassed)
"Orc? Warg?!"

Since his Bag End is located on the hills of Hobbiton, Bilbo, with a wide field of vision, can clearly see many hobbits gathering together in righteous indignation.

Looking at the assembled Shire armed forces, Bilbo couldn't help but remember his grandfather Galenhuis Took, who was the former commander of the Shire.

The Chief is the Speaker of the Shire Parliament, the nominal ruler of the Shire, the supreme commander of the Shire Militia and the Shire Armed Forces, and the ruler of all Hobbits.

And this title has been hereditary among the patriarchs of the Took family. Therefore, Bilbo, who inherited the maternal bloodline, can also be called a wealthy gentry of the Shire in a sense.

(This is the original setting)
"Wait for me, I want to defend Ciel too!"

Thinking of this, Bilbo suddenly felt a surge of passion in his heart, and immediately returned home to look for the old armor in his mother's dowry box, as well as the small sword that Rohan gave him on a birthday. .

Now that the Shire has been attacked by the Oaks, as a descendant of the Took family, he should bravely stand up to defend the Shire and his homeland!

"I have always regarded you as a decoration on the fireplace at home. I didn't expect that one day I would actually use you..."

brush--

Bilbo looked solemnly at the two short swords and a pair of hand crossbows hanging above the fireplace, and then hung them on his body without hesitation and prepared to set off to fight.

These weapons were gifts given to him by Rohan. Rather than saying that these two swords were daggers, it would be better to say that weapons of this size were more like paper knives or daggers for Rohan.

Of course, for a hobbit's stature, these two daggers are enough to be used as a side sword or a long sword!

According to Rohan, these two daggers were weapons he made when he first learned forging. Although they were not blessed with many magic runes, they could be regarded as fine mortal weapons.

The hand crossbow is made of high-quality yew wood, and Rohan thoughtfully prepared a simple sight to hang on it, which is enough for Bilbo to point and hit anywhere within 50 meters!
"I'm here, everyone wait for me!"

The heavily armed Bilbo left Bag End with confidence. He could hear the mobilization horn blowing in the Buckland in the distance, which was an alarm that the Shire had reached a critical moment.

Sure enough, by the time Bilbo arrived at a green field on the border of the Shire, a 'fierce' battle had already begun:
"Quick, throw rocks at those Oaks!"

"There is a warg cavalry attack in the east swamp, we need the support of archers!"

"Hahaha, they are trapped in the swamp by our trap, everyone, attack quickly!"

I saw hundreds of hobbits constantly using various weapons to attack the Orcs and Wargs trapped in the swamp. They stood behind the wooden fence and continued to kill the Orcs with arrows and stones.

In the woods, the traps that were once used for hunting are also playing their role. Lasso and bear traps can easily overturn those wargs who try to sneak attack, allowing archers to shoot their soft bellies.

Except for the unlucky guy who was attacked at the beginning, almost no Hobbit was injured, and the invading Orcs have also been blocked. It seems that the battlefield is in good shape now, right?

"It seems like I may not need to take action. Can the battle here be resolved?"

Seeing that the battle situation on the battlefield had gradually stabilized, Bilbo's originally nervous heart gradually calmed down, and then he went towards the distant direction of the forest to provide support.

His hand crossbow can easily shoot through the head of a warg. I believe he will be of great help in this battle to defend the Shire.

……

The so-called battle ended quickly. The swamp in front of Buckland was a natural barrier, making it impossible for the Oaks to harm the Hobbit archers behind the fence.

Dozens of Oak corpses were displayed in the muddy swamp. The howling of wolves in the forest had gradually dispersed. It seemed that the Oaks had been successfully repelled by them.

"Okay, we win!"

"Hahaha, my stone knocked out at least several Oaks, and my hands are sore. Next, I must smoke some good tobacco leaves to reward my body!"

"Thank you, Mr. Bilbo. Your crossbow is an invincible weapon. I saw at least several wargs shot through the head by the crossbow you fired!"

The hobbits rushed to celebrate their victory in the battle, and many soldiers from the Took family came to get acquainted with him. They obviously admired this relative who participated in the battle.

"Hahaha, thank you, thank you..."

Facing the compliments of everyone, Bilbo couldn't help scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, but his heart was still shrouded in confusion.

Since he was familiar with the books given to him by Rohan, Bilbo could be said to be quite familiar with the habits of the Oaks, so he naturally knew that this evil creature rarely acted alone, let alone during the day.

And the Orcs are like wolves, and their vengeful character means that they will definitely come back with revenge no matter what the cost, not to mention that they have killed dozens of Orcs and wargs now.

Because of this, Bilbo was keenly aware of the seriousness of the problem, which really made him feel uneasy. At the same time, a bold idea emerged:

The number of Orc invasions...isn't it a little too small?
(End of this chapter)