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

Chapter 139 Bernal

On the watchtower of Long Lake Town, Aegon was grimacing and using his dragon bone greatbow to block the attack of the Ringwraith in front of him.

Because the space on the watchtower is really narrow, and the watchtower in Changhu Town was originally built symbolically and it is not expected to play much of a role, so Egon's range of activities is even smaller.

The Ringwraith that attacked Aegon could attack from all directions regardless of the terrain, leaving Aegon with no chance to switch to melee weapons. He could only use the dragonbone greatbow to block the enemy's sword.

Aegon's back slammed against the wooden barrier again, and the Ringwraith's longsword was already at his nose. He held the dragonbone bow horizontally and held it hard, the sword blade hitting the hard dragonbone and sending out dazzling sparks.

"Fuck...isn't it over yet?!"

Aegon cursed angrily and kicked the Ringwraith out of the watchtower again, but the other party was still half floating in the air as before, shaking his black armored body and raising the spear again.

Bernal's roar was also heard at this time: "Egon, are you dead? If you are not dead, come and help!"

The battlefield on Benar's side was not easy either. Although Legolas and Tauriel attracted the attention of two Ringwraiths, other Ringwraiths came to support from other places in Lake Town.

Even Bernal, faced with the siege of such a large number of Ringwraiths, felt a little overwhelmed when the World-Eating Scepter could not replenish the physical strength of these living dead.

And after these Ringwraiths appeared, in addition to the giant spiders that were agile and spewed spider silk everywhere, an army of Orcs also joined in attacking Lake Town.

However, the Storm Knights could find that this Orc army was different from the Orc army they had killed in Long Lake Town before. They could actually form a formation to fight, which was definitely not something that Azog's Orc soldiers could do.

Therefore, the Storm Knights led their respective soldiers to defend against the joint attack of the giant spider and the orc army despite being outnumbered, but they were temporarily unable to help Bernal.

Apart from the Storm Riders, the Storm Troopers will be affected by the screams of the Ringwraiths, and going to help Bernal will only do more harm than good.

That's why Bernard shouted to Egon on the watchtower, asking him to come and help.

Aegon heard Bernard's cry, dodged another Ringwraith's attack, and cursed, "Don't rush! This thing is very troublesome! It can't be killed, and it keeps floating around."

Just as Egon was responding to Bernal's words, the Ringwraith in front of him turned flexibly in the narrow watchtower and slashed at him again.

However, this time Egon did not choose to dodge or block with the dragon bone bow. Instead, he suddenly rushed forward and used the bow to catch the sword guard, which is the protruding guard part under the hilt.

Aegon took the opportunity to kick the Ringwraith in the knee, forcing him to kneel down. Then he stepped on his helmet tightly, pressed it to the floor of the watchtower, and said with a hoarse grin, "Finally I caught you!"

Then a flash of red appeared in his other hand, and at this time the Ringwraith directly released the hand holding the sword, and the sharp gauntlet turned into spikes, ready to pierce Aegon's thigh.

"Roar--"

But just when the Ringwraith's gauntlet was only half an inch away, the top of the watchtower was shattered by a huge dragon head that suddenly appeared.

The dragon roared and exploded. The air was twisted into visible ripples in the sonic boom. The glass of the houses near the watchtower shattered and the debris fell like ice crystals.

The armor of the Ringwraiths, which were closest to the dragon's roar, bore the brunt of the blow. The breastplate that Sauron forged for the Ringwraiths began to crack, and black smoke gushed out of the cracks, which were then torn into flocs by the sound waves, as if countless transparent sharp teeth were gnawing at its spirit body.

For the first time, a vague human voice rang out from beneath the Ringwraith's visor, its voice as hoarse as the friction of rusty gears: "Impossible...!"

He tried to break free from his restraints and get away from Egon, but was horrified to find that his invisible spirit, which had lost the protection of his armor and should have returned to his master, was also hurt by the dragon's roar. The pain he had not felt for a long time made him scream and wail.

The second dragon roar followed, and the invisible body of the Ringwraith was vaguely revealed in the sound waves. It was an almost dried-up and emaciated human body.

But at this moment, this body was being torn apart bit by bit by the dragon's roar.

Every time a piece of the Ringwraith's invisible body was peeled off, he himself would emit a piercing scream like glass scraping.

When Aegon finished his Dragon Feast prayer, the body of the Ringwraith disappeared, and his armor collapsed like a sand tower. The iron boots, knee pads, and breastplate fell to the ground one after another, and then a silver ring slowly rolled out from the wreckage of the armor.

Egon bent down and picked up the silver-white ring. It was inlaid with a large, gorgeous gem, and in the gem there was a faint miniature magic eye pattern.

Egon closed his hands and put the ring into his arms. He planned to take this trophy to Tanes for inspection, because the magic eye pattern in the gem made Egon feel a little uncomfortable.

Then he kicked the armor left by the Ringwraiths and sneered in a hoarse voice: "So you, a ghost, are also afraid of the dragon's roar."

"Egon, are you okay?"

Just as Egon stood up panting, Bernard's hurried voice came again.

Egon quickly shouted in the direction of Bernard: "Okay! I got a Ringwraith! Use prayer, Bernard! These ghosts can be hurt by prayer! "

What Egon didn't expect was that what he got was not Bernard's words of gratitude, but the other party's louder cursing.

"I discovered this a few minutes ago! I asked you to come and help me, not tell me how to kill them! Do I look like I have time to pray? Quick, pick up your bow and shoot them!"

Egon then looked carefully and saw that Bernal was fighting one against five, or six.

Because Tauriel failed to successfully interfere with the Ringwraith holding the dagger, she was beaten badly by the other party. At the same time, the other party would take advantage of Tauriel's reaction to join Bennar's battlefield and cause trouble for him.

At this time, before Bernal's heels touched the ground, six different weapons attacked him from different angles.

The whistling sounds of the Ringwraith weapons cutting through the air almost merged into one, like six poisonous snakes biting Bernal's throat, heart and joints at the same time.

“It’s a bit too crowded here!”

Bernal leaned back with a sinister grin, and at the moment when a sword brushed past his nose, the World-Devouring Scepter in his hand slammed to the ground. A red light exploded, causing the two closest Ringwraiths to stagger.

He took the opportunity to spin around and slip out from the gap in the encirclement of six weapons, and the place where he was standing before was immediately cracked by a heavy hammer.

The fourth attack came straight down from above. Bernard dodged it by rolling sideways, but before he could even find his footing, it was shattered into sawdust, scattered among the dust. Before the dust could clear, the fifth and sixth attacks crossed and cut across Bernard's neck, seemingly forcing him into a dead end.

But Bernard was not moved at all. He dodged the sword's edge while facing the attack of the Ringwraith on the left, and slammed his heavy shoulder armor into the opponent's arms. At the same time, he raised his right foot and kicked the Ringwraith on the right away, thus defusing the crisis.

He used the recoil of kicking the Ringwraith away to turn over and escape the encirclement of the other Ringwraiths, but the dark shadows of five Ringwraiths jumped up like a thorn in his flesh, and the death web woven by the weapons in their hands closed in on Bernal again.

The floating wooden floor of Long Lake Town exploded as Bernard stomped on it, like a rhinoceros out of control crashing through the wooden wall of the house behind him. At the same time, he swept his scepter across the flying wood, deflecting the two pursuing swords.

Tauriel's impatient voice came: "Be careful!"

Before he could finish his words, the Ringwraith wielding a dagger had already broken into the cabin from the other side. The sharp dagger flew towards Bernard as he entered the cabin backwards, attempting to pierce his ribs.

However, Bernal miraculously spun in mid-air close to the blade, avoiding the Ringwraith's sudden attack.

The pitch-black dagger stabbed a large hole in the wooden wall, and spider-web-like cracks appeared around it.

Before the Ringwraith could pull his hand out of the wooden wall, the World-Eater Scepter had already smashed Bernal's shoulder armor as he spun.

Outside the wooden house, the armor of the three Ringwraiths who had not yet entered the house was emitting a damp and cold glow.

One of the Ringwraiths raised his iron boots, and the wooden boards under his feet made a groaning sound like a dying groan, while the roar of Benar and the sound of the scepter hitting his companion's armor were close at hand.

"Buzz!"

The moment the bowstring sounded, a copper arrow as thick as a wrist broke through the air and pierced through the breastplate of the last Ringwraith standing like a hungry dragon pouncing on its prey.

Then the arrow's force did not diminish, and it nailed the two Ringwraiths in front of it to a half-rotten driftwood stake outside the wooden house like a string of candied haws.

Three hideous iron armors were twitching and twisting on the floating wooden floor. The three Ringwraiths could not break free from their restraints for a while, and Aegon took this opportunity to shoot a few more arrows, nailing the armors of the three Ringwraiths firmly to the floating wooden floor.

At this time, Tauriel was also panting, and her beautiful face with blood stains appeared from the place where the dagger Ringwraith broke in. She swung the silver blades with both hands to help Benarg block the attack of another Ringwraith holding a black sword.

Bernal, who had suddenly reduced the attack pressure of four Ringwraiths, looked at the three Ringwraiths he only had to face in the house and showed a dangerous grin.

At the same time, just as the Red Lion Knights led by Freya and the War Sheep Knights led by Fili and Kili had just dealt with the six annoying Olog ogres, the cheers in River Valley Town had not yet died down when countless black spots exploded from the interior of Lonely Mountain.

At first, the black spots looked like spilled ink, but in a flash they condensed into rolling dark clouds, which were a swarm of bats that covered the sky.

The wingspan of these bats was as tall as a dwarf, and they were chattering and baring their fangs at the humans and dwarves on the ground of Valley Town.

The axe in Ori's hand slammed against the battlement with a clang. He stumbled back a few steps, his pupils reflecting the swarm of bats that covered the sky. His voice trembled as he said, "So many bats? Why did Azog hide these evil creatures?"

The old and kind Balin grasped his trembling shoulder armor, his white beard fluttering in the wind, and comforted him: "Stand firm, Ori. Do not let fear take over your heart. We still have Thorin, Tanis and his allies, and even Gandalf."

While Balin was comforting Ori, he glanced at the other side of the city wall.

Thorin was leaning on his Frozen Shell Axe, standing there silently, looking up at the sky, like a silent statue.

In River Valley Town, the residents of Changhu Town, who had just moved to River Valley Town not long ago, looked at the flock of bats flying in the sky with despair on their faces. The noise of the bats' wings flapping was getting closer and closer to their ears.

However, just before these humans were overwhelmed by fear and began to flee in panic, Bud's roar drowned out the sound of the bat's wings flapping.

"All those who can shoot, take up your bows and set your arrows on fire!"

The people who heard Bard's words were stunned. Bard took out the bow from his back, lit the arrow on the brazier beside him, and shot it towards the group of bats in the sky that began to fly lower and closer.

The burning arrow streaked through the low sky, and the bats subconsciously scattered to both sides to avoid it, but the rocket still pierced the wing of a bat, and the evil creature spun and fell to the cold ground. The scattered dust temporarily dispelled the panic.

Then Bard turned and scanned the crowd, his eyes blazing as he shouted, "See?! They're afraid of fire! Just like we're afraid of hunger! These beasts can block out the sun, but they can't block the courage of our ancestors who have been digging for food in the icy lake for generations!"

After a brief commotion, the crowd began to move. Some fishermen who couldn't shoot arrows soaked linen in tar and wrapped it around the arrow shafts. Those who had ever pulled a bowstring shot arrows at the bats as a symbol of resistance under Bud's command.

Freya, who had returned to River Valley Town, had just climbed onto the city wall when she heard Bard's shout and looked over in surprise.

She said to Jeremiah beside her in a tone of praise: "It seems that there are more outstanding people in this world than I thought, including those dwarf brothers and this little human leader."

Jie Lian replied calmly, "Why? Are you thinking of recruiting them all into the Red Lion Legion?"

Freya nodded generously and said cheerfully, "Of course. The Red Lions favor warriors like these. General Latan will surely admire them when he sees them."

Fili and Kili, who had followed Freya up the same steps, saw that Freya and Jellain were still in the mood to chat. Kili said anxiously, "Now is not the time to chat. What should we do with these bat swarms? We can't fight the bats in the sky and fight Azog's elite at the same time."

Freya looked at Kili, stunned for a moment before she suddenly realized, "Oh, that's our fault for not explaining it clearly. Don't worry, with General Latarn, the dwarf warrior who can pray to the beast, no enemy can fly in his battlefield."

"Huh?" Qili looked confused.

Latarn, who was fighting with Smaug, had already noticed the overwhelming swarm of bats. It was not until the swarm of bats flew to the outskirts of Valley Town that he began to dodge the dragon fire spewed by Smaug and make empty gestures in the direction of the bats.

Purple light burst out from Latan's palm, and visible gravity ripples swept across the group of bats like a giant net.

The swarm of bats that covered the sky suddenly froze, like mosquitoes nailed into amber, even the sound of their wings stopped abruptly.

The next moment, countless bats smashed vertically to the ground like blocks of iron, the sound of broken wing bones cracking one after another, and their fangs pierced into the soil, raising waves of dust.

(End of this chapter)