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

Chapter 33 Rebel

The Orcs felt the slight tremor of the ground and the sound getting closer and closer not far away. They were panicked and didn't know what they were about to face.

Captain Oak, who was in the center, did not dare to climb to a high point to observe, because the watchtower of Longdale had not been built yet. Not only was it shaky in itself, but there was also no shelter on the platform of the watchtower.

Captain Oak felt that as soon as he climbed up, he would be shot down by the enemies flying in the sky.

Although it also sensed the tremors in the ground, it ordered the Orcs beside it to blow the horn, letting the Orcs outside prepare to fight.

But Captain Oak, who was hiding in the house, didn't know that the ones rushing towards them were the scaly hybrids led by the lion hybrid. He should have given the order to rely on the houses and shelters to hold the position, instead of letting the Oaks in Takiedale rush out foolishly to fight.

"Wait, first the birdmen in the sky killed the first batch of enemies with bows and arrows, then the Orc captain blew the horn, and then a birdman left and landed... If we regard the birdmen in the sky as archers in the war, they forced the Orc commander out of his position. Then after the archers' attack ended, it should be..."

Albert murmured, and then his pupils shrank.

After knowing the location of the enemy commander, the main force should charge and attack this position.

The former human soldier immediately realized that the shaking of the ground was caused by the birdmen in the sky and their compatriots on the ground running, so he should now keep himself and his compatriots away from the Orcs, the farther the better.

Otherwise, these humans would block the way of the main force of the bird people, and Albert didn't dare to bet that the other party would really not hurt him.

What's more, the battlefield is full of swords and knives, and leaving your life to the kindness of others is the most foolish thing to do.

"Birdmen" was the name Albert gave to the winged hybrids in the sky. When he couldn't figure out what those things in the sky were, this name was simple and easy to understand, making it easier for him to communicate with others.

"Hey, come here and listen. The birdmen's companions in the sky are charging here. We should take advantage of the opportunity to escape while they attract the orcs' attention. Follow my orders and kill the orcs standing outside the pile of stones and wood. Then run out of the harbor without looking back. Do you understand?"

So Albert lowered his voice, looked around, passed by every face covered with dust and dirt, and told his plan to his compatriots hiding around him.

In order to escape from the cage of the orcs, people, even children, nodded in agreement.

They held tightly in their hands various weapons that they had just taken from the bodies of the Oaks who had died in the rain of arrows, held their breath, accumulated their last bit of strength, and waited for Albert's order.

Albert stared at an orc with its back to him. Its attention was attracted by the sound of the horn that had just been blown. It was cursing and picking up its weapon, ready to fight the enemy with its companions around it.

Just as this orc joined the surrounding orcs, Albert's agile figure leaped out from the darkness like a tiger.

His voice was like a war drum, resounding in the tense air: "Kill them!"

The next moment, the machete in his hand, with its blade curled, slashed fiercely at the neck of the Oak who was facing away from him. It was more like Albert's brute force broke the Oak's fragile neck than the machete.

At the same time, the faces of the people hiding in the shadows were filled with anger and hatred.

Long-term oppression and suffering seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.

They used their swords and axes, and some even picked up scattered arrows and discarded stones from the ground, and smashed them all on the heads of the Orcs.

The Orcs had no idea that these human slaves had not died in the previous rain of arrows, nor did they expect that they would uncuff their hands and feet to attack them.

Surprised, the Orcs could only helplessly endure the blows from all sides, their roars mingling with the roars of the people, gradually growing fainter until the last Orc fell.

Albert wiped the Orc blood that had splattered on his face. Feeling the ground shaking as he got closer, he shouted, "Stop! Take their weapons and take them away. We don't have much time! Run before the other Orcs come!"

His words awakened the people who were immersed in the mood of revenge. Several quick-eyed and quick-handed people took the weapons from the bodies of the orcs and fled in the direction away from the birdman in the sky under the leadership of Albert.

The screams of the dying Orcs and the roars of the humans reached the ears of the Orcs further away. A one-eyed Orc, a squad leader, shouted in a shrill voice, "Stop these human slaves! Shoot! Shoot! Where are the Wargs? Have them chase them!"

Some of the Orcs turned around and aimed their arrows at the group of humans who were running away with their backs to them, with a hideous smile on their faces.

They couldn't hit the winged hybrids in the sky due to range issues, but these fleeing humans were simply moving targets.

"call out--"

The arrow in Oak's hand shot out instantly, flying towards Albert and others who were fleeing.

But Albert had already called on everyone to flee, asking them to stay close to the walls or shelters. Like a swarm of ants, the humans quickly dispersed, clinging to walls or any shelter to avoid the Orcs' fierce rain of arrows.

Although no one died directly from the Orcs' rain of arrows, several slow-running old people and children were grazed by their arrows. Scarlet blood mixed with sweat flowed down their skin, and the pain from the wounds made them run faster.

But this situation was soon broken because the ferocious wargs came.

"Damn it, it's the Gundabad Warg!"

Someone recognized the wolf and screamed in surprise.

Albert roared, "Don't stop!"

Then he looked back and found that the wargs were running with a "patta patta" sound and making low growls. Their strong gray-yellow bodies were getting closer and closer to him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even a team of well-trained soldiers could not outrun the pursuit of the wargs, let alone these slaves who could not even get enough food.

If this goes on, we will all die here.

Albert knew that the reason people could run now was entirely because they were in a state of excitement, and once this state passed, their bodies would immediately be unable to bear it.

When he turned around, he saw that the old men and children who were shot by arrows had slowed down their running speed, and the blood flowing from the wounds had turned from bright red to dark red.

Damn, those arrows are poisonous.

Albert dodged a few glances, then stomped his feet on the ground, stopping at the front. Without hesitation, he gripped his weapon tightly, turned, and rushed to the back of the team.

Someone must stay and hold off the wargs, or everyone will die.

"Don't stop!!! Run!!!"

The fleeing human saw his strange behavior and subconsciously tried to slow down, but was frightened by Albert's angry shout and continued to run without looking back.

The wolf running in front had hungry green eyes and glittering saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth. It opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and bit fiercely at the thigh of an old man who was exhausted and unable to run.

The old man's face was filled with fear and despair, his gaze fixed on the oncoming death, unable to move an inch. The wolf's sharp teeth were only a hair's breadth away from the old man's flesh, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. "Hahahahah!"

Albert's roar broke the silence, startling the wolf, which stopped running and tried to escape.

However, it failed to dodge completely, and Albert's body collided with the wolf. The machete in his hand was like a cold light, mercilessly piercing the soft fur on the wolf's belly.

The wolf howled miserably, scratched Albert a few times with its four weak claws, and died.

"Keep running!"

Albert yelled at the stunned old man. He felt a burning pain in his arm and looked down. There were three wounds so deep that the bone was visible.

The flesh at the wound twitched, and blood gushed out from the cracks between the bones like a fountain. A searing pain spread from the wound, intensifying with every heartbeat, as if countless tiny needles were dancing across the wound.

When he crashed into the wolf's body, the wolf's dying counterattack also scratched him.

As a result, the old man did not run away. He stopped and picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground.

The old man was panting heavily, as if he was going to die in the next second. He said intermittently: "I, I, I won't run. Anyway, I can't run away."

Before Albert could answer, the next wolf jumped over with a growl. The old man threw the stone in his hand with all his strength, but the wolf dodged it nimbly.

The running just now had consumed the old man's limited strength, and the stone he threw out could only be described as "weak and powerless."

However, Albert took advantage of the wolf's dodging and stabbed the machete into the wolf's neck from the side.

But he was also knocked to the ground by the wolf and hit the uneven ground heavily, leaving Albert's exposed skin full of holes.

But what was even more deadly was that he was now pinned down by the wolf's corpse, and more wolves were approaching with growls.

Albert pushed hard against the wolf's corpse that was pressing on him, but the intense actions just now had exhausted all his physical strength. He ran out of strength after pushing halfway, and the wolf's corpse pressed down on him again.

He was in so much pain, so hungry, and so tired.

If Albert hadn't been holding on to the thought of escaping, he would have wanted to faint.

Albert could already see the other wargs on the nearby rooftops looking at him, their ferocious mouths open.

The old man whom he had risked his life to save had been knocked to the ground by two wargs. After screaming, there was no movement, and only the sound of the wargs tearing flesh remained.

And further away, there were the cries of others and the excited and sadistic roars of the wargs.

When Albert heard these voices, his eyes were filled with rage. He once again squeezed out the remaining strength from his body, which was almost at its limit, and struggled to push the wolf corpse off of him.

"Leave him to me, hehe, I remember him, a soldier of Gondor. He and his teammates killed many of our companions, and then he was the only one left dead. This time he wanted to escape with the human slaves, it would be too easy for him to be bitten to death like this." The one-eyed orc, who was at the level of a squad leader, also came to Albert's side on a warg, drew the sword at his waist and leaned over.

While licking the blade of his sword, he grinned at Albert, who was lying under the wolf's body, and said, "I will scrape off your flesh piece by piece and feed it to them."

Albert looked at the wolf coldly without saying a word, while his other uninjured arm was hidden under the wolf's body, and his hand was quietly holding the broken machete.

Even at the end of his life, Albert still decided to take the life of another Oak.

The One-Eyed Oak came over defenselessly from the wolf, and Albert was also gathering his last strength.

Closer, closer.

Albert silently calculated in his mind the distance at which he could attack the opponent after his sudden attack.

As a result, One-Eyed Oak suddenly stopped, which made Albert stunned.

Immediately, the other party's sharp voice rang out with a mocking tone: "Do you take me for a fool? Hahahahahaha, I saw a weapon hidden in your other hand. How does it feel like to make a final desperate struggle but have all your hopes dashed?"

"Bite his limbs off."

Following the One-Eyed Orc's order, the wargs around him, who had been impatient for a long time, let out excited growls and rushed forward.

"For Gondor!"

Albert screamed with all his might, the wolf's body rolled to the side like a heavy burden, and he stood up suddenly. He tightly grasped the mottled machete, the blade still stained with the wolf's blood, his body shaky but still resolute as he rushed towards the Oak captain in front of him.

For Gondor.

He said this softly in his heart.

But one after another, deafening shouts rang out behind the One-Eyed Orc and the Wargs.

However, the content expressed by those voices was different from Albert's cry.

"For His Majesty Tanes! For the Golden Tree!"

The ground tremors became more and more violent, and along with the shouts came the roars of a lion hybrid that resounded throughout the entire Takiedale, as well as three short horn sounds in the center of Takiedale - that was the emergency call for help issued by Captain Oak, who was in charge of the garrison here.

Albert's familiar voice was heard again in the sky. The half of the winged hybrids that had left returned to their companions with refilled quivers, and the fierce rain of arrows once again brought death to the living Orcs.

One-eyed Oak cursed, and hit Albert, who was already at the end of his strength, hard on the forehead with the handle of his knife, and then kicked him in the stomach, causing the latter to fall straight down.

"Don't worry about him! Go support the boss!"

One-Eyed Oak roared anxiously at the wargs who still wanted to smell Albert's body. The wargs looked back at him with bared teeth, but still obeyed his orders and left the place.

Before Albert's vision went completely dark, he vaguely saw the birdmen in the sky quickly landing nearby, and in his ears he heard the sound of flapping wings, the angry curses of the one-eyed orc, and the howling of the wargs.

Then, Albert's vision returned to darkness.

His body reached its limit and he fainted.

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