I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 121 Great Victory
Under the gray sky, thousands of Orcs poured into the streets like a broken dam.

Their rough paws trampled the icy and snowy road surface, rusty knives and axes scraped the walls, and the fishy breath and the saliva of the wolf made the air turbid.

Tanes narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the Orcs' dirty and filthy feet stepping across the cold ground, getting closer and closer to him.

Dain's soldiers had memorized the locations of all the traps. Although they were wearing heavy plate armor, they were still agile and quickly ran into the streets of Changhu Town and disappeared.

"Keep chasing!"

The orc leader, riding on the back of a warg, raised his serrated long knife and roared, "Tear up the dwarf scum! Gnaw their bones!"

As the Orcs heard their leader's roar, they seemed to see the dwarves being torn to pieces.

However, they did not know that they had stepped into the death trap that Tanes had carefully set for them.

A sharp whistle responded to the Oak Lord's roar.

"put!"

Tanes' cold command came from the top of a house in the ambush area.

In an instant, death poured down like a rainstorm.

On the roofs on both sides of the ambush area, the winches of ten crossbows broke open at the same time, and iron arrows as thick as arms pierced through the Orc ranks with a piercing scream.

The first row of charging wolf riders didn't even have time to scream before their chests were pierced by iron arrows, and the foul smell of blood and viscera splattered on the faces of the Orcs behind them. A single iron arrow pierced three Orcs in succession and then drove into the stone wall, leaving the last Orc's body suspended in the air like a twisted banner.

Many Orcs didn't even realize what was happening and died on the spot, their eyes wide open, filled with horror and disbelief.

Those Orcs who were lucky enough to survive were also knocked back by the huge impact of the crossbow arrows. They drew an arc in the air like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground, wailing in extreme pain.

Their bodies twisted in agony on the ground, dark blood gushing out from their wounds, soaking the ground beneath them. Their heart-wrenching screams echoed in the sky above Changhu Town.

"It's a trap! Retreat! Retreat quickly—"

An Orc rider reacted and immediately turned the wolf around and roared.

But its roar stopped abruptly as an iron arrow grazed its left ear, blowing off half of its skull. The wolf was frightened and went mad, carrying it towards a pile of wooden barrels on the side of the road.

But the Orcs' escape was impossible, because the gates of Long Lake Town were slammed shut by the storm soldiers, and the sound of the iron locks hitting the ground was like a death knell.

Oak, who was closest to the gate of Changhu Town, could not see what was happening in front. He could only hear his compatriots in front of him suddenly screaming, and then the momentum of rushing forward was suddenly blocked.

The Orcs at the back wanted to continue charging forward, but the Orcs at the front who were ambushed were trying to escape from Long Lake Town by rolling and crawling. Some of the hot-tempered Orcs even waved their weapons at their compatriots who were blocking their way.

Chaos, disorder, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, this is Oak.

The Oak Lord naturally discovered that he had fallen into a trap, but he couldn't understand why this happened.

Isn't Long Lake Town under the control of Lord Borg? Could it be that Lord Borg is dead?

The Orc Lord realized this and fear showed in his eyes. He didn't know who killed Lord Bolger and even disguised himself as an Orc to lure him.

But it knew very well that the human who could kill Lord Borg could also kill it.

Although it fell into the trap of humans and dwarves, Lord Azog will definitely punish it, but as long as it fights to send this message, although there is a high probability that it will lose limbs, its life should be saved.

Fortunately, the gate of Changhu Town is not an iron gate, but a heavy wooden door.

If you really want to destroy it, it is not impossible.

Then the Orc leader shouted, "Retreat! Charge the city walls and destroy the gates!"

"Ah."

Amidst the screams, a cold laugh suddenly came.

Bernal suddenly appeared at the gate of Changhu Town leisurely, with the World-Devouring Scepter resting on the ground and his snake pupils glowing ominously red.

"I thought it was a competition between me and Tanes to see who could kill the most enemies, but I didn't expect him to give me the job of guarding the gate." Bernard shook his head slightly, and at the same time kicked an Oak who was rushing over and sent him flying.

The Oak who was kicked away suddenly felt a strong suction force, and then his body became extremely weak, and even breathing became difficult.

In fact, it was not just this Orc that was sucked over. The other Orcs around it were also sucked over like it, and their bodies became very weak, unable to even breathe normally or stand.

All these results were caused by the combat skills attached to the World-Devouring Scepter in Bernal's hand, which could attract enemies and plunder their physical strength at the same time.

At the same time, a second sharp whistle sounded.

Egon and Tanes, who were on the wall and in the house respectively, heard the whistle and shouted at the same time: "Fire!"

At the same time, Bernard laughed hoarsely when he heard Egon's voice. He slammed the World-Devouring Scepter in his hand to the ground again, and the silver snake on the head of the scepter suddenly opened its scarlet eyes.

Following Tanes and Egon's orders, the flamethrowers cleverly placed in the hidden corners of the narrow corridors were ignited one by one.

In an instant, there was a loud "whooshing" sound, and scorching flames gushed out from the nozzle of the device like an awakened fire dragon, forming pillars of fire as thick as several people could hug, spreading wantonly on the streets of Changhu Town.

Wherever these pillars of fire passed, the ground was instantly scorched black, and the temperature in the air rose sharply, as if even space was about to be distorted by the high temperature.

The blazing flames instantly engulfed the entire main street, the flames licking the Orcs' armor and roasting the hides and flesh, producing a stinking burnt smell.

The Orcs were surrounded by the sudden flames and instantly turned into burning fireballs.

They screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but the flames burned extremely quickly and had strong adhesion. Once they touched the body, they were as difficult to extinguish as a devil's curse.

Many Orcs struggled desperately in the flames, their skin burned black and their muscles roasted to emit a disgusting burnt smell. Finally, they were burned to charcoal in extreme pain, leaving only blackened corpses.

An Orc screamed and leaped towards the waterway, but Dain's lieutenant rose from the water and swept his hammer across, smashing its head into its chest.

"For the Iron Hills!" Dain's roar exploded from behind the wall of fire.

Dwarven soldiers rushed out of the houses, hammers and axes flying in the firelight.

They specialized in orc kneecaps, dragging these massive monsters into the ground and crushing their throats with their hammers.

An armless dwarf veteran laughed wildly and hugged the Orc leader's wolf. He used his remaining right hand to stab the dagger into the wolf's belly, letting the wolf's fangs bite his shoulder until they died together.

The Storm Legion brought by Tanes was as efficient as the god of death. Five Storm Knights brought the storm, and wherever their swords and spears passed, the Orcs fell like straw.

A hundred stormtroopers formed a triangle, severing the orcs' hamstrings with their barbed lances and ramming them with their round shields, driving them into the sea of ​​fire. Their silver armor gradually became stained with black blood, yet not a single one of them retreated a single step.

They even had the energy to support the dwarves in danger.

A stormtrooper seized the opportunity, quickly approached an Orc, and swung his sword at its waist.

At the same time, another stormtrooper blocked the orc's attack with his longsword and saved a dwarf who was pushed to the ground by the orc.

The orc uttered a scream, and his body was cut in two. "Thank you," the rescued dwarf warrior said briefly, then raised his battle axe and rushed into the orcs again.

The dying Orc Lord struggled to get up, his one eye fixed on Tanes on the house.

"Scum! How dare you deceive Lord Azog's servants!"

It broke off the iron arrow stuck in its shoulder armor and staggered towards a flamethrower, trying to destroy it.

However, a black shadow fell from the sky, and Thorin jumped down from the house, holding a long sword he had taken from Fili in his hand.

The sword pierced the back of the Orc Lord's neck and came out through his throat.

"The blood debt of Iron Hill must be repaid!"

He twisted the hilt with a gasp, and the Orc Lord's larynx cracked and he fell to the ground.

The screams of the fleeing Orcs spread from the burning streets to the waterways.

Three blackened orcs kicked open the wooden wall and leaped into the crisscrossing canals of Long Lake Town.

The icy water in the dead of winter instantly soaked through their animal skins and armor, but they ignored the biting cold and swam towards the center of the lake with their wet heads shaking.

Because there are several dilapidated fishing boats moored there, which is their only way of survival.

But they didn't know that the shadow of the mast was already filled with murderous intent.

"Fire arrows!"

Bud's deep, hoarse voice pierced the mist.

He knelt on one knee at the bow, and the moment the bowstring sounded, an iron-headed arrow had already pierced the right eye of the Orc in front.

The orc twitched and sank into the water, and its dark blood spread among the ice floes.

The other two orcs roared and dived underwater, leaving only a few bubbles on the murky surface of the river.

Yet the Lake-town guards knew these waters well, for generations of their nets had caught salmon more cunning than orcs.

Bud pulled out his harpoon with his backhand: "Cast the net!"

Several fishing boats suddenly scattered, and large hemp rope nets soaked in tung oil were thrown from the sides of the ships.

The orcs hiding underwater were entangled at their ankles and struggled to the surface, only to be met with the gleaming harpoons of the guards.

A fork-prong pierced the Orc's throat and impaled it between the meshes of the frozen net.

Another orc slashed the rope with his knife, but was pierced through the back by a harpoon thrown by Bard in the air. Half of a lung was still hanging on the fork when it came out of his chest.

"There's still one left." Bud squinted his eyes and looked at the bridge hole in the northwest corner, where he heard the muffled sound of breaking wooden boards.

Sure enough, there was another hidden orc climbing up the cracks in the bridge pier, but the slippery moss made it fall repeatedly.

When it finally reached the edge of the bridge, it was faced with twenty fully drawn hunting bows.

"The waterways of Lake Town..." Bard aimed his arrow at Oak's trembling eyes and said coldly, "Even a ghost can't swim out."

The moment the rain of arrows fell, Oak let go in despair and fell back into the river.

It struggled to escape, but the fisherman pierced its shoulder blade with a long pole with a barb and dragged it in front of Bud's boat like a dying pike.

The guards of Long Lake Town silently put a rope around its neck and threw the end of the rope over the mast.

Bard stepped on Oak's twisted face, and the cable suddenly straightened. The crisp sound of Oak's cervical vertebrae breaking echoed clearly between Bard and the guards.

As the guards cleaned the bloody nets, Bud looked out at the gradually calming water.

The burning Lake-town was reflected in the river, a double hell for the Orcs, yet not a ripple escaped.

As the fire died down, the real slaughter began.

The surviving Orcs huddled in the street corners and were picked out one by one by the Dwarves.

Dain lifted up a trembling Orc scout and placed his warhammer against its forehead. The blow fell, shattering its skull and splattering blood on his mottled breastplate.

The dwarves repeated the executions in silence. There were no roars, no taunts, only the dull thud of iron chiseling into flesh and the whimpering of ashes blown by the wind.

The streets of Long Lake Town were littered with the corpses of orcs and burning fires, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning.

Orc bodies lay scattered everywhere, some pierced by crossbow bolts, some scorched by fire, and some hacked to pieces by the weapons of stormtroopers and dwarf warriors.

The burning fire spread all over the street, and the flames devoured everything that could be burned, making a crackling sound.

The wooden houses were burning red hot and could collapse at any time, and the bodies of the Orcs affected by the flames gave off a disgusting smell of burnt flesh.

Under Tanes's command, five Storm Knights and hundreds of Storm Soldiers, led by Bernal, began to clean up the battlefield.

After all, Bernal had been responsible for dealing with Borg's men before, so he was quite experienced.

Since Long Lake Town itself is next to a large lake, it is relatively easy to deal with so many orc corpses. Just throw them into the lake, and the fish in the water will be responsible for destroying these corpses.

When the last Orc had been thrown into the lake, Tanes came to Dain's side.

The dwarf king was kneeling before a dead dwarf warrior, closing the other's single eye with his bloody fingers.

Although this was an ambush, casualties were still inevitable, but compared with the previous ambush of Dain, the casualties this time were negligible.

Tanes saw this and whispered, "Your soldiers fought bravely and are as strong as rocks."

Dain didn't look up, but slammed his hammer into the ground, a look of sadness on his face. "No, they should be as eternal as the mountains."

Ripples appeared on the lake, and the remains of the orc slowly sank.

Bud looked at the blackened brick wall and chuckled. "At least I don't have to worry about cleaning up the houses of the original residents in this area. After all, everything has been burned clean."

Thorin snorted behind him, "As allies, since you have provided us with a combat environment, then the dwarves will also be responsible for helping you rebuild. This is what we promised in the covenant."

"Thank you for the generosity of the Durin royal family."

A smile appeared on Bard's face. He was waiting for Thorin to say this.

A light rain gradually fell in Changhu Town, and the flames were completely extinguished, leaving only the sound of charred wood peeling in the wind.

(End of this chapter)