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

Chapter 140: Support from the Jungle

At this moment, the streets of Changhu Town were covered with black blood and spider webs.

After the remaining eight Ringwraiths were lured by Benar, Aegon and Legolas to the ruins of the Orcs in the north of Lake-town, the shadows of the entire town seemed to gather near the ruins of the bell tower of the mayor's former home.

The Witch-king of Angmar, the leader of the Ringwraiths, was standing on the collapsed brick and stone pile, with the Morgul Blade lowered in his hand, and the black air surging under his visor was like Sauron's sneer.

Near him, a tide of powerful Orcs were constantly hitting the last line of defense built by the Storm Legion of Long Lake Town.

These were strong Orcs with long arms and shields with red eyes painted on them.

If Gandalf were here, he would have recognized these Orcs as troops directly under Sauron, and that they were Uruk-men who were taller and stronger than the ordinary Orcs under Azog.

The Uruk-Oks in the front held maces, and every heavy blow made the streets of Long Lake Town emit a dull sound of wooden fences.

The storm soldiers, led by their respective storm knights, calmly raised their crossbows and shot at the seemingly endless Uruk-like tribe and giant spiders outside the wooden fence.

The Storm Legion's soldiers launched a fierce counterattack, but the enemy's numbers were too great.

Although they did not lose too many men, the front line was forced to shrink again and again by the tide of enemies.

"Bam—"

After losing more than a dozen Uruks, the wooden fences on each street were finally destroyed. Groups of Uruks rushed in, stepping on the slightly warm corpses of their compatriots, but they were faced with the flamethrowers that the Storm Legion had prepared for them.

"call--"

The scorching flames instantly engulfed the bodies of the Uruks in the street, and they fell down with screams. Some of the Uruks who were being burned by the flames struggled and jumped into the cold lake water on both sides.

But this time the Storm Legion did not have the support of their dwarven allies, nor did they have the fishermen of Lake Town to block the waterways in the town, so they had no way to deal with the Uruks who had luckily escaped being burned to death.

And this time, the Storm Legion will not only have to face enemies attacking from the streets, but also those giant spiders that can flexibly climb onto the roofs.

These giant spiders dropped their silk threads from the eaves, wrapping three storm troopers who were unable to dodge the flamethrowers into pale cocoons. Their dark green compound eyes reflected the dying struggle of these humans.

Of course, there were also soldiers who reacted quickly and immediately turned the flamethrower around and sprayed it towards the roof, engulfing the giant spider that attempted to attack them in a sea of ​​fire.

Then, at the command of the Storm Knights, the flames moved, using the corpses of Uruk and the wooden houses to build a wall of fire, slowing down the enemy's attack.

However, a turbid and indifferent laugh emerged from behind the wall of fire, and then a black figure appeared in the blazing flames. The Witch-King of Angmar ignored the flames and stepped into it.

The coldness around him, like that of the dead, weakened the fire behind him a little. Although the flames were still burning, the temperature was enough for the Uruks to pass through.

Seeing this, a Storm Knight immediately shouted, "Shield Soldiers, move right! Block the gap!"

As the storm soldiers raised their shields to block the Uruks and giant spiders rushing from the street entrance, the five nearby storm knights roared in unison, with storms wrapped around their halberds or greatswords, tearing open the prelude to a melee with the Witch-king of Angmar.

They knew that this half-human, half-ghost creature would emit a howling sound that would terrify the soldiers, and they also knew that it could not be harmed by physical means. Therefore, these five Storm Knights with rich combat experience immediately decided to work together to suppress this ghost thing so that it would have no time to affect the Storm Soldiers.

The silver-white heavy armor shone brightly in the light of the torches, the greatswords and tower shields intertwined to form an iron wall, and the two Storm Knights who were good at using the sword and shield combination relied on their own martial arts to force the Witch King into a narrow alley.

The Witch-king of Angmar finally had the chance to fight back and swung the Blade of Morgul. The sword wind swept across the wall, and the wooden wall immediately cracked like rotten wood.

But none of the five Storm Knights dodged or retreated, they actually planned to exchange their lives for theirs.

Two Storm Knights using swords and shields blocked his left and right retreat routes, while the other three using halberds took turns chopping the joints of the Witch-King of Angmar's armor.

"clang--"

The halberd blade scraped sparks on the Witch King's heavy shoulder armor, and the Storm Knight on the left was pierced by the opponent's Morgul Blade, and the pain that penetrated deep into the soul rushed straight to the forehead.

But the Storm Knight didn't retreat. Instead, he let go of his greatsword and tightly grasped the wrist of the Witch-king of Angmar. He even took a step forward and used his own flesh to block the Morgul's blade. He coughed up black blood and roared with a grin, "The seam of this tin can is under the armpit! Poke the fucking armpit!"

Before he could finish his roar, the other four Storm Knights had already slashed at the Witch-King of Angmar, who was unable to retract his arms.

On the other side of the street, the stormtroopers' line had gradually shrunk to the vicinity of the wider market.

Uruk's rain of arrows was deflected by the brass shield, but the arrows were not the most troublesome thing.

The most troublesome thing is that the spider silk that the big spider spews out from its tail from time to time is very difficult to deal with. Often the brass shield will be stuck by these non-lethal but very sticky spider silks, forcing the soldiers to let go, otherwise they will be immediately wrapped up by more spider silks.

"Be careful! Light the kerosene barrel!"

A Storm Knight kicked over a giant spider that pounced on him and loudly commanded the Storm Soldiers gathered around him.

In the gradually expanding market, there were wooden barrels of kerosene for the flamethrowers. Upon hearing the order from the Storm Knight, several Storm Soldiers threw the torches in their hands directly at the stacked kerosene barrels.

The wooden barrel burned rapidly, and then the blast blew away the giant spiders and Uruks nearby. The charred limbs and body parts fell like rain, but more dark shadows were still approaching in the thick smoke.

"Fill up the left wing! Spearmen, move forward!"

But the Storm Knight remained unmoved and without any hesitation gave orders again according to the tense situation on the battlefield.

The storm troopers stepped on the shattered bodies of the enemies on the ground to reorganize their defense line. The tips of their spears pierced through the gaps in the shield formation and pierced through a leaping giant spider.

Smelly blood spurted out from the wound on the giant spider's head. Even at this time, the storm soldiers were still able to calmly attack the giant spider's head instead of panicking and stabbing into the more conspicuous and softer abdomen.

Because the storm troopers remembered that the elves said that spider venom was stored in that place, and piercing the abdomen would only put their comrades holding shields in danger.

The Storm Knight in charge narrowed his eyes, looked in the direction where Bernard and Aegon were leading the Ringwraiths away, and murmured, "How long will Lord Bernard take?"

But there was no answer, only the muffled thump of the Uruk-Orc war drums and the clicking of the great spider's jaws.

However, this tense battle situation did not last long.

From the northwest of Lake-town, a shrieking rain of arrows tore through the din of the battlefield in the Lake-town marketplace. The advancing silver arrows pierced the skull of the Uruk-Orcs at the rear, then shattered the compound eyes of the giant spiders perched on the rooftops, landing precisely a few steps in front of the Storm Troopers.

The arrow tail trembled slightly, and the enemies in front of the storm soldiers were all shot and fell to the ground. Only a few lucky Uruks and giant spiders did not die immediately, but groaned in pain and made the sound of their mouths closing continuously.

Thranduil's white deer mount leaped into the battlefield with nimble steps. The mount, which was taller than an elf, lowered its head slightly, then raised it suddenly. Its sharp antlers crushed a large spider that pounced on it, and then it shook its head to throw the corpse away.

Behind Thranduil, the golden armor of the woodland elves flowed like a river on the streets of Lake Town.

The scimitars in their hands were like crescent moons that harvested spiders, they chopped down Uruk, and their rain of arrows was so accurate that it suffocated the enemy.

"Elves?! Where did they come from?"

Although the soldiers of the Storm Legion had never seen the elves of the Woodland Kingdom, they had seen many elves of the Valley. Therefore, when they saw the pointed ears of the golden-armored warriors, they immediately recognized that the people supporting them were a group of elves.

Thranduil raised his hand with an indifferent expression and waved it lightly, and the elven lines immediately split like a golden tide.

A team of golden-armored warriors leaped onto the roof and fired their short bows, turning the giant spiders into sieves before they even hit the ground.

The other team charged into the Uruk-Orc formation with scimitars, their blades targeting the seams of the armor, and black blood instantly stained the wooden boards.

The Storm Legion reacted very quickly. While the enemy in front of them was attacked from behind by the elves, they began to charge forward and, together with their supporting elven allies, attacked the Uruk-Orcs and the giant spiders from the front and back.

The Witch-King of Angmar, who was fighting with five Storm Knights in a narrow alley, suddenly turned around and looked at the elves who should not have been in Lake Town. The black mist on the empty mask under his helmet surged violently.

The army under his master's command was melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strong Orcs of Uruk fell in droves under the rain of elven arrows before they could even get close to the elves. The agile giant spiders were caught up by the more nimble elves, their abdomens cut open with scimitars, and their sticky entrails spilled onto the streets.

So the Witch-king of Angmar swept across, and when the Storm Knight in front of him thought he was going to fight to the death, he suddenly retreated, screaming towards the sky.

Amid the screams of the Witch-king of Angmar, the remaining Uruk-ik, Orcs and giant spiders rushed madly to the outside of Lake-town.

At the same time, the remaining seven Ringwraiths who were fighting with Bernal, Aegon and Legolas heard the scream of the Witch-king of Angmar, and immediately stopped their attacks. Their fleeing figures almost turned into black mist and rushed towards the direction of the Witch-king of Angmar.

As for Tauriel, she was relatively weaker than the other three and was knocked unconscious by the tall Ringwraith holding a sledgehammer in the middle of the fight with them.

The armor of these Ringwraiths was much more worn than at the beginning. When Bernal was not facing such great offensive pressure, he finally had the opportunity to perform the Golden Tree Prayer [Golden Tree Blessing] and [Golden Tree Oath].

With the blessing of the golden tree's prayer, Aegon and Legolas' respective weapons were finally able to cause effective damage to the Ringwraiths.

If the Ringwraiths weren't so formidable, Bernal would have been able to slowly break their armor one by one with the World-Eater Scepter.

Seven black mists swept across the streets of Changhu Town at a rapid speed, but the last one was cut off by two arrows just as it was about to leave.

"Whizzing!"

Aegon's big arrow and Legolas' thin arrow, with a little golden light, hit the knee armor and neck of a Ringwraith at the same time, causing the fleeing figure of the Ringwraith to pause for a moment.

It was this pause that allowed Bernal's World-Devouring Scepter to smash down on his head.

"Open your mouth, close your eyes, and cover your ears!"

Then Bernard immediately shouted at Legolas, causing the elven prince to do as he was told subconsciously.

The next moment, Egon's dragon roar filled the surrounding space, causing Bernal, who was covering one of his ears with one hand, to grimace.

But the Ringwraiths who were pressed to the ground by the World-Eating Scepter in his hand were obviously in greater pain.

Just like the previous Ringwraith who died completely under the Dragon Feast prayer, this Ringwraith screamed and twisted at the dragon's roar, his armor crumbling and twisting bit by bit, and finally shrank into a ball of scrap metal, and another silver-white ring slowly rolled out from the armor.

Bernard picked it up and spread it out in his palm. Egon saw it and laughed, saying, "Your coin is slightly different from the one I picked up."

Bernard nodded slightly, then put it away. "Since all the Nazgul have this kind of ring, it means it is very important. After Tanis and his men finish the war in Lonely Mountain, we will show the ring to him, or maybe his friend Gandalf will know something."

Only then did Legolas come back to his senses from the influence of the dragon's roar. Although Aegon's Dragon Feast Prayer was not directed at him, the huge roar still made Legolas dazed for a few seconds.

It was precisely this trance that prevented Legolas from seeing or hearing the actions and conversations between Bernal and Aegon.

At this time, Bernal felt that someone was watching him, and immediately looked in that direction, only to see the Witch-King of Angmar and the only six remaining Ringwraiths standing on the roof of a house in Lake Town in the distance, looking at him.

He deliberately kicked the remnant of the Ringwraith's armor at his feet, then raised the World-Eater Scepter and pointed it at the Ringwraiths with disdain, shouting sarcastically, "Go back and tell your master that his servants' armor is not strong enough."

The Witch-king of Angmar and the other six Ringwraiths drifted away again, leaving only the echoes of resentment lingering among the ruins.

"This is just the beginning...Humanity..."

In fact, the reason why the Witch-king of Angmar left in a hurry after saying just one word was that the surrounding Storm Legion and the elves of the Woodland Kingdom were all surrounding them, and if they didn't leave now, they might really not be able to leave.

Just as the Ringwraiths left the roof, several sharp arrows landed directly and steadily on the spot where they had just stood.

In the distance, several golden-armored elves curled their lips regretfully.

Thranduil gently stroked the white deer's mane, then looked over the mess in the city with concern.

The elven warriors he brought were cooperating with the Storm Legion in an orderly manner to clean up the remaining enemies, and there was not even a drop of blood on their golden armor.

Thranduil only wanted to find his son on the battlefield.

When Bernal and the others came to Thranduil, the Elf King saw that his son looked a little embarrassed. His heart, which had been in his throat, relaxed and a trace of heartache flashed in his silver-gray eyes.

But he quickly composed himself, regaining his former elegance and pride. He took out a letter from his bosom and said to Bernard and Egon, "Tell Tanes that Mirin has cleaned up this mess for him in return for his gift."

(End of this chapter)