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

Chapter 124 Big Eagle
"Chariots muster! Aim for the troll's knees!"

As Thrain roared his order, the war sheep he was riding stood up and narrowly avoided the mace thrown by the Olog ogre.

The two chariots surrounded the enemy from the flank, and the archers on the chariots continuously shot arrows at the eyes of the Olog ogre that attacked Thrain. At the same time, the sharp horns of the chariots slammed into the left leg of the Olog ogre.

However, the massive, heavy black iron kneepads merely emitted sparks, and the chariot stumbled a few steps. The chariot's horns twisted and shattered, and the chariot itself rolled and disintegrated under the reaction force.

Then the Olog ogre raised his foot and stomped his foot, and the screams of the archers and charioteers and the sound of metal breaking exploded at the same time.

"Change the chain hammer! Wrap it around!"

A dwarf lord led the dwarf heavy infantry to block in front of Thrain. Twenty chains wrapped around the limbs of the Olog ogre like spider webs, and then the dwarves quickly tied the iron chains to the chariot.

The war sheep tried to pull the chariot over, but the Olog ogre grinned and yanked the chains, throwing both the chariot and the sheep into the air, crashing into the cliff and splashing blood.

At this moment, another Olog troll, wielding a massive stone hammer, broke through the dwarfs' front line and came close to Thráin. It smashed hard into the shields of the heavy infantry standing in front of Thráin, the immense impact shattering the shields instantly and sending the heavy infantry behind them flying.

Thrain looked at the sacrificed dwarves with bloodshot eyes, raised his battle axe and wanted to rush forward, but was held back by several other dwarf lords.

At this time, a part of the dwarf light infantry rushed back from the front where the battle was intense.

They lit torches and threw kerosene pots at the two Olog ogres that were charging through the heavy infantry formation. The pottery kerosene pots crackled against the enemy's armor, and the dark, sticky kerosene slid down the grooves between helmet and armor.

Then the light infantry threw torches, and flames exploded on the heads and chests of the two Olog ogres, and quickly drilled into the gaps in their armor like poisonous snakes.

The ogre's thick gray-black hide beneath the armor instantly curled and carbonized, with smelly grease seeping out from between the folds, which in turn fueled the fire.

The two Olog ogres simultaneously raised their heads and let out a deafening howl, slapping their own flames, trying to lift off the heavy iron armor on their bodies.

However, the iron armor on their bodies had been burned red by the flames, and when the ogres touched them, they let out even more miserable screams, and at the same time, a "sizzling" sound was heard where their fingers touched the armor.

The burning flames drove the two Olog ogres into a frenzy. They began to beat their chests wildly or wave their maces everywhere.

The dwarf light infantry continued to throw kerosene bottles at them, fearing that the flames would go out.

The helmets of the Olog ogres were gradually melted, and the melted iron armor stuck directly to their eyes, and the charred eyeballs splashed blue-green pus when they exploded.

The severe pain caused the two Olog ogres to gradually lose control of their bodies and fall to their knees on the ground.

The heavy infantry took advantage of this opportunity, rushed forward, and used their spears to pierce their heads and other exposed body parts, finally knocking down the two ogres.

But the situation of the dwarves did not improve, and they even fell into a more critical situation than before.

The third and fourth Olog-ogres emerged from other caves, accompanied by the ordinary ogres and more Orcs.

Their target was not Thrain, but the crossbow carts and catapults behind that kept shooting crossbow arrows or stones at the sides of the cliff.

While Thráin was dealing with the two Orog-ogres, the war machines did not stop. Under the control of the Dwarves, they had killed too many Orcs and common ogres.

In other words, if it were not for the constant support of these war machines, the front line formed by the dwarf light and heavy infantry would have collapsed long ago.

The ogre swung a huge stone hammer and smashed it hard on the base of the catapult. The wooden frame broke with a groan, and the counterweight fell to the ground, burying alive the two dwarves who had no time to jump off the catapult.

Seeing this, the other catapults immediately stopped firing and tried to move.

But the ogres could run faster than the dwarves, and soon caught up with the other catapult and smashed it again.

The situation on the ballista side was not much better than that on the catapult side, and it was also a mess.

If the War Sheep Knights were still there, they could protect the ballistae and catapults with their mobility, but now they have all been taken away to support Dain.

Without support from the rear, the front line immediately began to crumble.

When a Dwarf lord was smashed into the rock wall by a mace, leaving only a pair of legs twitching outside, the defense line finally could not be held. The endless stream of Orcs, at the cost of numbers, broke through the defense line that the Dwarves had been desperately trying to build.

"Retreat in an orderly manner! Contract the formation!" Thrain's roar was hoarse.

The survivors stumbled back, leaving streams of blood on the snow.

The Orcs and Trolls were in no hurry to pursue, especially the common Trolls, who deliberately used their maces to pick up the seriously wounded Dwarves and threw them high into the air, enjoying the dull thud of flesh and bones as their prey fell to the ground.

Thráin's eyes were bloodshot, and the axe in his hand had three broken pieces, dripping with the black blood of the Orcs. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damned Azog..."

On the battlefield, a horn sounded from the Misty Mountains. When the Orcs and trolls heard the horn sound, they even stopped chasing the Dwarves.

Not until the great Orlogs came to the front did the horns sound again, and the Orcs and trolls began to charge again towards the Dwarves' shrinking line of defense.

Just as Thrain's axe struck an Orc's collarbone and the foul black blood splattered on his breastplate, an eagle's cry, piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks, pierced the mist.

Thrain looked up and saw a huge eagle breaking through the clouds first, its wingspan seeming to cover half of the battlefield.

The moment the eagle discovered the dwarves, it flapped its wings, creating a hurricane that tore the mist into pieces, revealing twelve equally huge eagles behind it and allowing some sunlight to shine in.

Several ordinary ogres who were caught off guard by the ray of sunlight immediately screamed, trembling all over and turning into lifelike stone statues.

The leading eagle cried out again, and three other giant eagles immediately flew to its flank, creating turbulence with him and strong winds to blow away the haze that enveloped the dwarves.

The haze that had lingered on the battlefield for half a day was torn apart by the air currents created by the great eagle. The sunlight pierced through the clouds like golden arrows, splashing dazzling spots of light on the blood-stained armor of the dwarves like Thrain.

On the ground, the ogres screamed as soon as the first ray of sunlight appeared, and used their tall bodies to knock away the orcs around them who had not reacted, and fled into the cave where they had been hiding before.

Even the Olog ogres roared in panic when they noticed the sunlight setting, and no matter how the Orcs who controlled them lashed at them, they also began to flee, trying to return to the dark caves.

One of the more thoroughly transformed Olog-ogres even threw off the Orcs that were riding on his back, trampled them to death, and fled.

When the eagles noticed the Olog ogres, their sharp eyes had already locked onto them as their next target.

They folded their wings and fell like arrows, each eagle had its own target.

A large eagle's claws like steel hooks clamped the neck of the Olog ogre, and the Olog ogre's panicked voice instantly turned into a suffocating "cluck".

Then the eagle spread its wings and climbed up, and the head in its claws was torn off along with a section of the spine, and black blood splashed like a waterfall on the upturned faces of the dwarf soldiers.

Another eagle pecked its beak through the ear of the Olog ogre it was targeting, and the brain spurted out of the other eye socket.

A large eagle swooped over the battlefield, tearing open the breastplate of the Olog ogre with its left claw and digging out its still-beating heart with its right claw.

The Ologs did try to fight back with their maces, but the giant eagle always managed to dodge with incredible agility.

Thrain was briefly surprised when he saw the eagles appear, but then he reacted immediately and shouted ecstatically, "The eagles are coming! Our allies have arrived! Cooperate with the eagles and smash the brains out of these orcs and trolls!"

The king's cry made the dwarf soldiers regroup, and they used chains to wrap around the legs of the Olog ogres who were busy taking care of themselves, or drew their battle axes to chop at their hamstrings.

With the help of the giant eagle, Thráin's army gradually turned the tide of the battle.

Without the harassment and destruction of the ogres, the chariots, catapults and ballistas once again exerted their great power, causing devastating damage to the Orcs and ogres.

The bloodbath in the air and on the ground lasted for half a quarter of an hour, and then the Orcs began to flee.

When the last surviving Olog-troll tried to escape to the cave, he was surrounded by three great eagles.

They took turns swooping down on the ogre like birds of prey toying with their prey, tearing off its shoulder armor with their claws, pecking its knees with their beaks, and finally crushing the ogre's skull.

The surviving Orcs completely collapsed. They dropped their weapons and screamed as they dived into the cracks in the rocks. Occasionally, some unfortunate ones were spotted by the eagles, who grabbed them and threw them high into the sky.

The leading eagle circled in the center of the battlefield, let out a long cry, and finally landed near Thrain.

Thrain walked towards the Eagle King. The Eagle lowered its head and looked at him, the bloodstained cloak of the Dwarf King reflected in its golden pupils.

Thrain bowed his head slightly and said respectfully, "I, Thrain son of Thror, King of the Dwarves of Durin, thank you for your help."

The eagle made no sound, but just looked at Thrain silently for a few seconds.

When it confirmed that he was the Dwarf King whom Gandalf had asked for help, it raised a gust of wind carrying snow foam, flapped its wings and flew away, calling out to its compatriots who were following it with an eagle's cry.

The eagles responded to the cry with shrill cries. They rushed into the clouds and disappeared in the gradually dispersing mist just as suddenly as they appeared in the sky.

(End of this chapter)