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

Chapter 137 The general attack begins

"Morg! Morg, orishi!! (Attack, all forces attack!!)"

Azog stood on a high wall of the Lonely Mountain Palace that had not been destroyed by Smaug, with his arms outstretched to his sides, shouting orders to his orc army.

A dull horn sounded, and the orc army hiding in the Lonely Mountain Palace swarmed out from every corner of the palace like cockroaches, rushing towards the direction of River Valley Town.

The humans and dwarves in Dale also noticed the Orc army rushing towards them. Jairen immediately commanded the Red Lions to prepare for battle. Thorin also calmed down and climbed the hastily built wall of Dale with Dain.

The Orc host spread like asphalt across the wasteland between the Lonely Mountain and Dale. Row after row of strong Orcs were covered in heavy armor that almost covered their entire bodies, holding spears and shields forged from fine iron.

This Orc army, which is different from the previous ones and has excellent equipment, can be said to be Azog's hidden trump card.

It was originally intended to surprise the dwarves who thought the Orcs were weak, but the hateful human wizard repeatedly disrupted Azog's plans, forcing him to send this Orc army out now.

Of course, in addition to this large army of Orcs, there are also Wargs and more Orc cannon fodder wearing simple leather armor and worn machetes, surrounding this well-equipped army and rushing towards the Valley Town with bared fangs and claws.

Not only that, after all these orcs poured out of the Lonely Mountain, the originally clear and bright sky was suddenly blocked by dark clouds that came from nowhere, and one troll after another pushed away the rubble blocking the Lonely Mountain and roared towards the direction of Riverdale Town.

Finally, a dozen Orlok ogres, whose limbs had been transformed into weapons and who had been deprived of their sight, were led out of the gate of Lonely Mountain by the Orcs riding on their backs.

As Azog's army got closer and closer to Valley Town, the catapults set up by the Red Lion Legion behind the city walls of Valley Town took the lead in attacking.

The burning large Red Lion Flame Pot drew a parabola in the air and hit the ground with a violent explosion, blowing the Orcs around the landing point into pieces, while leaving an inextinguishable flame on the ground, and the red flames devoured more Orcs.

"Second echelon, switch to granite!"

Jie Lian's roar echoed on the walls of River Valley Town. The messenger blew the horn, and eight heavy catapults released the capstans at the same time, making a whistling sound in the air.

The half-ton boulder crushed the bodies of the Orcs, emitting a black blood mist, and the residual force also crushed the charging wolf riders nearby into meat blankets.

But suddenly there was the muffled sound of gears turning from behind the Orc formation, and six Olog ogres roared forward, with catapults fixed on their broad backs.

The six Orlok ogres were half-crouching on the ground, and the Orkmen who jumped down from them immediately skillfully controlled the catapults.

As the Orcs laughed, the rugged granite flew towards the river town.

Stones as thick as buckets smashed into the old walls of Riverdale, shattering the battlements and sending rubble flying like deadly projectiles.

Three Latan soldiers who were unable to dodge were hit by the flying stones. Two of them reacted quickly and raised their brass shields to protect themselves. The broken stones hit the shields with a crisp sound, leaving a dent.

But the remaining Latan soldier was unfortunately hit in the waist by the rubble, his spine was directly shattered, and a blood mist burst out of his body.

A piece of granite landed squarely on a catapult that was being loaded, instantly overturning and destroying it, breaking it apart like a crushed walnut. The wreckage also crushed the large Red Lion flame pot next to it, and the flames instantly enveloped the two Latan soldiers who were responsible for loading the catapult.

Another one hit a stone house next to a catapult. The collapsed wall broke the rope of the catapult. The winch flew out instantly and hit an unfortunate dwarf soldier not far away, cutting off half of his face.

Jellian's flaming sword split a small piece of gravel that flew towards him and he shouted, "Aim at those beasts with catapults!"

But the speed of the Orlok ogres' movement far exceeded Jellian's expectations. The stone bullets thrown by the Red Lion Legion could only hit the open ground and splash useless dust waves. It would be better to continue aiming at the Orc army.

The enemy is moving and we are still. Now our catapults will become sitting ducks.

Jie Lian frowned. He really didn't expect that the other party would actually hit the catapult directly onto those huge ogres.

These Orlok ogres did not enter the range of the crossbows. The Orks who controlled them on their backs were very cunning and kept an ambiguous distance, so Jearen could not order the crossbows to shoot at them.

As the Orcs drew closer, the Red Lions and the Dwarfs began to use crossbows and bows to dodge the stones thrown by the other side on the city walls, and at the same time, they responded with a rain of arrows to the Orc cannon fodder who rushed to the city walls and tried to set up ladders.

Soon, even the huge ogres and the wargs rushed over.

Just as Jerry was thinking about how to deal with these Olog ogres, Freya's voice suddenly came.

"Is this how Mr. Jie Lian's hair turned white?"

Freya kicked away an Orc that was trying to climb the wall, and then overturned the entire ladder. The Orc climbing on it let out a panicked cry and fell to the ground, badly injured.

Her greatsword was still dripping with the black blood of Orcs, and it was obvious that she had killed her way from the city wall to Jeremiah.

Jellian also used his flaming greatsword to dislodge an Orc ladder that was stuck upside down on the battlements. He then asked unhappily, "Then tell me, what are your plans for dealing with those running catapults?"

Freya patted her sturdy chest and said, "That's easy. Give me twenty Red Lion Knights and I'll take them to dismantle those things!"

Then she found the leisure to tease, "Master Jie Lian, you've been in Red Lion City for too long and have forgotten the fighting style of our Red Lion Legion."

Twenty Red Lion Knights, which is also the total number of Red Lion Knights summoned by Tanes.

After hearing what Freya said, Jie Lian didn't object or hesitate, and nodded immediately: "Okay, I allow it."

"I just like your decisiveness! No wonder Lord Latan admires you so much." Freya did not waste any time. After saying this, she immediately went to find the messenger to blow the horn and assemble the Red Lion Knights.

The Dwarves were also really in a mess because of the stones from the Orlok Troll's catapult. Dain had just carefully dodged a piece of gravel, and quickly flashed out from behind his cover, smashing his hammer hard on the head of an Orc that had just climbed up.

Then he noticed the movement from Freya's side, and immediately found Thorin who was chopping Orcs with the Frozen Shell Axe, and pointed in that direction: "Hey! Thorin! Those friends of Tanes should be planning to gather cavalry to counterattack outside the river town and kill those running catapults. Our War Sheep Knights are idle anyway, so why not send them out with the Red Lion Knights to cover them." Thorin swung the axe down hard, and the cold dragon-scale axe blade of the Frozen Shell Axe split open the chest of an Orc, which was then kicked away by Thorin.

He nodded immediately after hearing what Dain said: "Okay!"

Then Thorin glanced around and shouted, "Fili! Kili! Take the sheep riders and follow Tanes' cavalry!"

Fili and Kili also quickly gathered the war sheep knights, but Freya had already led the Red Lion Knights out of Valley Town, leaving the faces of the young dwarf brothers with a mixture of fighting spirit and anxiety.

Kili said, "The gates are shut again. We cannot get out that way."

Fili calmly observed the surroundings and pointed to a weak spot in the Orcs' attack. "Then we will jump down from the wall by stepping on the Orcs. War sheep are not like those horses that cannot climb walls."

As the Knight of the Red Lion rushed out of the city gate, the horseshoes wrapped around their hooves sparked on the ground.

Freya rushed to the arrowhead position, and swept the sword in her hand to split the two ogres in front of her who wanted to block her. The trolls' bodies flew backwards and hit the orcs and wargs, briefly clearing a passage for the Red Lion Knights behind.

Freya and the others rushed straight towards the nearest Orlok Troll that was carrying a trebuchet. Just as the Orc operator on the ogre's back was about to adjust the angle of the trebuchet, he was torn into pieces by a gravity arrow shot by a Red Lion Knight.

"Cut the legs first!"

Freya's roar was drowned out by the troll's roar.

The warhorse under her crotch stood up, and the sword accurately chopped into the tendon of the ogre's left knee, causing the mountain-like monster to fall to its knees.

The two knights took the opportunity to thrust out their broad-headed spears, which got stuck in the brackets of the catapults on their backs. Then the horses neighed and rushed in the opposite direction, and the catapults disintegrated with the scream of twisted wood blocks.

At the same time, the iron hooves of the war sheep scraped sparks on the stone bricks of the city wall. Fili and Qili tightened the reins at the same time, and hundreds of war sheep leaped out of the battlements like thunder.

The War Sheep Riders rushed down the nearly vertical wall, stepping on the Orcs who were trying to climb into the city.

"Give your dwarf grandfathers a foothold!"

Amidst Kili's laughter, the War Sheep Riders crushed the Orcs' helmets. Skulls exploded with the sound of ripe pumpkins, and blue-black brain matter splattered on the rock wall like abstract paintings.

The war rams would occasionally use their horns to stab the orcs on either side who were trying to grab them. By the time the last dwarf war ram rider landed on the ground, the base of the city wall had piled up three meters of orc corpses.

"Support our allies!"

Fili shouted, controlling the war sheep to charge towards the Red Lion Knight.

Outside the encirclement of the Red Lion Knights, the War Sheep Knights turned into steel wedges to drill through the enemy formation, and the orc limbs strung on the sheep's horns were still dripping with blood.

Two Orlok ogres with trebuchets on their backs were being besieged by the Red Lion Knights. Fili, approaching Freya, shouted, "The one on the left belongs to the dwarves!"

Without any hesitation, Freya led the Red Lion Knights to immediately make room on the left side of the battlefield and rush towards the Orlok ogre on the right who was trying to escape.

Fili drove the war sheep to leap up, and the claws transformed by the beast prayer split the ankle of the Olog ogre, while his brother Kili tacitly used the rock transformed by the beast prayer to smash the knee.

The ogre lost his balance and fell, and the orc riding on his back was thrown into the air, fell to the ground and was crushed by the iron hooves of the war sheep rider, turning into a pool of meat paste.

Philip nimbly climbed onto the back of the Olog ogre and stabbed the ogre's head with the sword in his hand. The ogre below immediately lost the strength to struggle and fell to the ground. Philip jumped down and sat on his war sheep again.

When the last Olog Ogre catapult was split in half by Freya's sword, the Red Lion Legion's catapults in Riverdale resumed their fire suppression, and the surrounding Orcs finally began to disperse.

Thorin stood on the city wall, looking at Fili and Kili on the battlefield outside Riverdale with concern. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were not injured.

Dain saw Thorin and said, "If you are so worried about them, why don't you send Fili and Kili to the battlefield?"

Thorin shook his head. "The blood in their veins won't allow them to watch their companions fight and bleed while they themselves stay in a safe place."

On the battlefield, Freya rode her warhorse towards Fili and Kili, grinning broadly at the dwarf brothers polishing their weapons. A voice of praise emanated from beneath her helmet: "Not bad! If I'm not mistaken, you two just used Beast Prayer? And your moves just now were a bit like Bernard's. So, are you interested in joining the Red Lion Legion?"

Fili and Kili exchanged a glance. Kili was somewhat tempted, but Fili politely declined Freya's invitation: "I'm sorry, but Kili and I didn't learn much from Teacher Tanes and Teacher Bernal."

When Freya heard that they were Tanes' apprentices, she murmured in regret: "Tsk, they are Tanes' apprentices. It's really strange that the Faded One would accept a disciple..."

Then she realized that Fili and Kili were still on her face, cleared her throat and said, "The door of the Red Lion Legion is always open to you two! General Latarn will surely be interested in warriors like you! If you change your mind, you can come anytime!"

This time, Philip did not refuse, but nodded in agreement.

At this time, a shrill horn sound was faintly heard from the Lonely Mountain. At the same time, black smoke rose from the Lonely Mountain and the ground began to tremble slightly. This was caused by the footsteps of thousands of Orcs.

Azog's elite legions began to advance.

Not only that, Fili, Kili and the others also saw countless bats gushing out of the Lonely Mountain like a black torrent. They spread their wings, and there were so many of them that they formed black clouds in the sky.

"Oh, please! Is Azog some kind of animal tamer? Ogres and goblins are fine, but where did Azog get these bats?" Qili shouted in shock with his eyes wide open.

Freya turned her horse's head with the reins and shouted to Fili and Kili, "Stop the witty talk and get back to Dale. Azog has just served the real tough guy."

(End of this chapter)