"Crack!" The sharp battle axe fell heavily, and the body of the elven ranger who was fighting stubbornly was instantly torn apart.
"Get through here quickly!" Borg's eyes were fierce and bloodthirsty.
This was the fourth elven outpost he had destroyed. A total of 48 elves had died at the hands of Borg's commandos, and behind them the orc army was coming in an endless stream.
"My lord, why do we have to sneak like this? Why don't we just ignore these damn elves and rush to Lonely Mountain to tear the dwarves into pieces! How nice it would be to drink the dwarfs' blood?" An orc berserker complained in the snow.
"Shut up! We have to let the dwarves let down their guard! Defeat them in one fell swoop!" Borg roared to his subordinates in a low voice.
Because it was winter, the elves were almost all hiding inside the kingdom. Apart from these external outposts, there were almost no patrolling troops along the route. They only needed to clear out these troublesome outposts and avoid the patrols near the Woodland Kingdom before they could detour to the foot of Lonely Mountain.
"Speed up!" Borg growled. He didn't want to face the elven rangers who were like fish in water in the forest. The reason why it was easy to kill these elves now was because of the level suppression and human wave tactics. If they really fought head-on, the elven rangers of the same level could easily kite and kill orcs who were several times their number by guerrilla warfare in the forest.
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"Is there any unusual movement in the Orc army in the north?" Thorin asked without looking up from the map.
"No, Your Highness, they are still where they are..." Balin said as he sat aside holding a wine glass. The depressing atmosphere made him lose interest in drinking.
"Your Highness! The orcs are heading south!" Groin ran in quickly, panting.
"Finally! Is it moving?" Thorin's eyes flashed coldly.
"Is there a problem with the elves?" Thorin asked worriedly.
"No news from the elves." Balin shrugged.
"No news is the best news!" Thorin lowered his head and thought for a moment.
"How long will it take for the Iron Hills army to get away from us?" Thorin wanted to know when the reinforcements would arrive.
"Tomorrow at the latest!" Fili said loudly.
"It's still in time! Since there are only these orcs on this road! Then let's eat him!" Thorin slammed the table heavily, and the decisive and resolute dwarf king came back.
"Phili, go and invite Bard, the Lord of the Valley, to come and discuss matters," said Thorin.
The city of Erebor can recruit two thousand dwarf warriors, and the dwarf army of Iron Hill has as many as fifteen hundred people. The dwarf army alone can recruit nearly three thousand people, and the human army of Valley City can also gather more than five hundred people, adding up to more than four thousand soldiers.
"Four thousand to ten thousand! The advantage is mine!" Thorin clenched his fists! (If Roland were here to see this, he would definitely spit out his mouth. This famous scene is actually being repeated in Middle-earth!)
"Where's the elf?" Philip suddenly reacted. Doesn't this mean there's no need to notify the elf?
"Let them mind their own business!" Thorin didn't care. His prejudice against elves made him disdain to cooperate with them!
"By the way, go and notify King Roland and the others so they can prepare." Thorin suddenly thought of Roland and his men by the Long Lake and felt that it would be a good idea to notify them, after all, their air knights would be needed at that time.
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"What orcs are gathering north?" Iovia looked at Peter Gro in front of her with surprise.
It wasn't that the orcs were heading north that surprised Iovia, but rather that they had gathered so openly without fear of being seen by the Sky Knights. After all, Roland's Dragon Knights had already been exposed.
"Your Highness, I almost couldn't help but cast some dragon language magic..." Peter Gro had a look of regret on his face. It seemed that he was very disappointed that he couldn't kill the orcs.
"Don't worry, when the time comes, you will have to take action and the orcs will chop you down until you are tired." Iovia sighed and held her forehead.
"But I did see a few dragon-hunting crossbows in their army!" Peter Gro thought for a moment and suddenly added.
"What? You're exposed?" Iovia was upset. He thought Peter Gro was discovered by the orcs.
"Don't worry, don't worry. That thing can only hit flying dragons at most. It can't penetrate the dragon skin of Xingchen!" Peter Gro yawned. He couldn't understand why a few small dragon-hunting crossbows could make the Elf King Iovia so frightened.
“Don’t speak halfway next time…” A few black lines fell from Iovia’s head.
"Go and inform King Roland about this! Don't let his dragon knights be tricked by the orcs." Iovia said immediately. Although real dragon knights are not afraid of those small dragon-hunting crossbows, it would be really fatal for a dragon to encounter those things!
"Okay! I'll be there right away." Peter Gro said decisively and left.
"Hi! Knight Peter! Hello, King Iovia!" Peter Gro, who had just walked to the door, was pushed back by Roland and Bai Yi who appeared at the door.
"The orcs from the north are all heading south!" Roland spoke before the two of them could say anything.
"Huh? What? Aren't you surprised? Orcs actually attack in winter, this is very abnormal!" Bai Yi, who was following behind Roland, looked at the two indifferent people curiously.
"We were just about to look for you, but the orcs in the south gathered and headed north!" Iovia rubbed her head helplessly. If the orcs in the south were already moving, how could the orcs in the north not react?
"No wonder, this is a two-pronged attack. Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Roland exclaimed in admiration. He was more concerned about how the orcs were able to communicate across the entire Dark Forest. It must be magic, right? Roland, who had long been prepared for this situation, was absent-minded.
"By the way, there are small dragon-hunting crossbows in Azog's army. King Roland, you need to let Knight Kaslo pay attention to it!" Peter Gro reminded. If the orcs really get a chance to shoot them, everyone will be in big trouble. The dragon knights are the absolute main force in this battle. The task of killing the dragons in this war will be handed over to the war mage with large-scale killing capabilities and the two air knights who can speak dragon language magic. The task of others is only to resist the attacks of the orcs, and the main output still depends on them.
"Tsk tsk tsk, is this a psychological trauma? I see! Thank you for reminding Knight Peter." Roland nodded, expressing his gratitude to Peter Gro for this favor. It seemed that Azog had been taught a lesson by the Dragon Knight's dragon language magic in the last battle of Lonely Mountain, and he was well prepared this time.
"Alas, I hope Azog doesn't cry when he sees a real dragon knight this time." Roland sighed, expressing sympathy for the orc king who was kept in the dark. He hoped there would be no empty knights in heaven...
"I guess his expression will be very interesting!" Bai Yi said with a wink.
"He'll probably be moved to tears by us." Iovia also laughed wickedly.
Hadn't everyone planned this whole thing just for this delightful scene? Peter Gro watched the three kings, who controlled most of the northern military power, smirking and muttering, and his heart sank for Azog. He truly hadn't known how he'd been murdered.
