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Chapter 142 The hymn of life is the hymn of courage!

In the depths of the lonely mountain.

King's Hall.

Inside the pure golden hall made of gold.

Sorin Oakenshield, who was hunched over, slowly stood up straight, raised his head, widened his eyes, and murmured, "What have I done?"

"Doubt the clansman who has gone through countless hardships and obstacles all the way from Blue Mountain."

"Backed on a promise to the people of Long Lake Township"

"Expelled Morgan, who saved his life many times."

"Almost killed Bilbo in public."

"Now the blood relative Dyne is still fighting outside, but I just hide here"

"Hiding in the depths of this tomb-like mountain"

"call"

"call"

Thorin Oakenshield murmured to himself, and every time he thought of what he had done, his breath became short of breath.

Finally, Thorin Oakenshield raised his hand to take the crown on his head, and slammed it on the golden hall.

"boom"

The crisp sound of metal colliding was particularly harsh in the extremely silent golden hall.

But to Thorin Oakenshield's ears, it seemed like the sound of heaven.

"call"

He let out a long breath.

Thorin Oakenshield's eyes became clearer than ever before.

He woke up!
Woke up from the endless nightmare before!
right now,

from now on,
Nothing can stop him anymore.

Absolutely not!

Turning around, Thorin Oakenshield strode out.

Raven Ridge.

Above the dilapidated stone palace, the bloody handsome flag changes.

The horn of desolation continued to sound.

The half-orc leader Azog looked at the battlefield below with a ferocious smile on his face.

"quack."

At this time, a pitch-black raven with red eyes flew from a distance and flew straight to Azog.

Azog stretched out his hand, and the black-eyed raven stopped on his arm.

Not long after, the red-eyed raven flew into the sky again and quickly disappeared.

After hearing the news, Azog looked at the battlefield below and quickly showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. The originally ugly face suddenly became more ferocious because of this sneer.

"Their end is coming."

"Order to go on, let all the soldiers press up!"

Azog turned around and looked at the half-orc bannerman behind him and ordered in a cold voice.

The flag bearer immediately stood next to the giant bloody handsome flag and was about to execute it.

But then he heard the big leader Azog looking at the battlefield below and hurriedly shouting: "Wait, wait."

When he saw that the two army phalanxes he sent below were brutally killed by the dwarf chariot and the elf archer phalanx on the way to attack, the entire phalanx was killed, and the remaining army finally rushed to the rear anyway. The moment on the battlefield.

Azog immediately shouted: "Okay, it's now!"

"Order down, all the army presses up, press up hard, I want to kill all these dwarves and elves at once!"

"quick!"

After the words fell, the shapes of the three giant handsome flags behind them changed again.

The horn of the general attack was sounded fiercely again.

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

Lonely Mountain Battlefield.

With the addition of five phalanxes of heavily armored orcs waiting in the rear battlefield and a giant armored ogre phalanx.

The coalition forces of Iron Hill Dwarves and Wood Elves, who were originally struggling to resist the weaker side, became more and more critical.

The elf warriors are very brave. Facing the army of half-orcs that far exceeds their own, the elves face up to difficulties without fear.

The dwarf warriors are also very brave, even if these hybrid half-orcs are killing more and more, even if they are facing a giant troll without the help of the chariot behind, the dwarves will have to kill a dozen or twenty warriors to kill a giant troll. Armored trolls, dwarves are also fighting to the death.

But the enemy half-orcs are too many.

When the combined forces of dwarves and elves killed one, a group of them came from behind.

As far as their eyes could see, there was an army of ugly and ferocious half-orcs, and only a few of their own partners and allies were still being killed.

When they see no hope of victory at all.

No matter how brave a warrior is, he will shrink back and be afraid.

In front of the gate of Gushan, the battlefield behind.

When the two half-orc heavy army phalanxes were blocked by the Iron Hills dwarf heavy chariot phalanx and the wood elves' two elite archers, they finally rushed into the rear battlefield at the cost of sacrificing the entire phalanx. .

The vengeance of the orcs came.

The entire phalanx of the army quickly divided into two groups, one flocked to the dwarves, and the other flocked to the wood elves.

Bear the brunt of the dwarven chariot phalanx.

An army of monsters like a black tide quickly rushed towards the heavy tank.

The dwarven warriors guarding the chariot phalanx resisted desperately.

But still lost to the larger army of half-orcs.

In just a few minutes, the three heavy dwarf chariots were completely destroyed by the extremely angry half-orc army.

The dwarf warriors guarding the chariots immediately concentrated on retreating to the last three chariots.

more rear.

Facing the ferocious attacking half-orc army.

The elf king Thranduil looked extremely calm and watched the half-orcs approaching in front of him and shouted coldly: "Launch!"

"Whoosh whoosh."

The rain of arrows composed of countless arrows almost instantly emptied some of the leading half-orcs in the attacking half-orc army.

The half-orc army in the rear was not only fearless, but rushed towards the elves in front even more ferociously.

Looking at the half-orc army that was almost rushing in front of him.

Thranduil continued to shout without changing his expression: "Retract the bow, change the sword, and get ready!"

As the order sounded, the two phalanx wood elves behind them immediately hung their longbows on their backs, and then drew out their long swords around their waists.

Even at such a moment, the movements of the Wood Elf army are still full of uniform beauty.

at this time.

"Wow"

Thranduil, who was riding on the back of a huge horned deer, drew out his long sword and pointed it at the army of half-orcs attacking ahead.

"kill!"

The elf king took the lead, waving his long sword to meet him.

The army of elves followed immediately behind.

The elite army of elves led by Thranduil himself is extremely powerful.

In a short period of time, they quickly killed through this group of half-orc army, which was far less than the elves and only half a phalanx.

However, after Thranduil led his army to quickly kill the half-orc army blocking the way, he did not choose to return in time to support the iron hill dwarf chariot guards behind.

There is no plan to support the dwarves and the few remaining elves on the main battlefield further ahead.

At this moment, the elf king Thranduil chose to take the only two remaining elves in the phalanx to turn around decisively and head towards the battlefield in the direction of River Valley Town.

In his view, the battle was inevitable.

He will not let his warriors continue to die for the dwarves.

Especially until now, the king under the mountain, Sorin Oakenshield, who caused all these wars is still huddled in the lonely mountain.

This is just a joke.

The dwarves are finished.

At this time, there is only a glimmer of hope to go to the smaller Hegu Town battlefield and unite with the human militia of the dragon slayer Bard to take advantage of the city advantage of Hegu Town to resist the terrifying number of half-orcs.

As for the dwarf, he's done enough.

The elf king Thranduil led the rest of the elf army to kill in the direction of River Valley Town.

at the same time.

The dwarves on the main battlefield ahead finally reacted, realizing that the orcs had stolen their home from behind, and immediately began to retreat.

The originally precarious main battlefield army retreated this time.

The army of half-orcs who had the upper hand in front immediately chased and pressed them even more crazily, screaming strangely.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

When the retreating soldiers in the rear were ruthlessly killed by the enemies who were overtaking them.

The retreating troops in front will only retreat faster.

When soldiers lose their courage and will to fight, it is only a matter of time before the war is completely defeated.

The gate of the lonely mountain.

A thick and high wall.

It was empty at this time.

All the expedition dwarves retreated behind the gate.

The sound of fighting outside, screams, anger, and shouts shook the sky.

But they can only hide within the thick and high walls like cowards.

Not even the courage to stand on the wall like before.

It's not that they are not brave.

It's not that they dare not stand on the high wall.

It's just that the war outside is started by themselves.

Compatriots of flesh and blood, allies are fighting for themselves.

The self who was supposed to be the protagonist could only curl up inside the high wall.

How can they not feel ashamed!

Yes, it is a disgrace!Deep shame!What a shame!

The eleven expedition dwarves were standing or sitting or walking around restlessly behind the gate of the Lonely Mountain.

They behave differently, but are the same.

At this point every dwarf was silent.

They are unwilling, they are angry, and they are helpless.

Dwarves are unreasonable, dwarves protect their weaknesses, and dwarves are stubborn and paranoid.
Dwarves are also the most loyal.

Outside the town of Hegu.

Two slender figures rode across the long bridge violently and charged into Hegu Town.

Looking at the figures of half-orcs everywhere in the surrounding streets, looking at the half-orc monsters swarming up with strange screams.

Only then did the two figures realize that the battle was far more serious than they thought.

These two were of course Legolas and Tariel, the elf princes who had just returned overnight from Mount Gundabad.

Legolas shot dead the two half-orcs who rushed up with strange screams, and immediately turned to look at the beautiful female elf behind him and said, "Tariel, we must find my father immediately and tell him the news."

The bow and arrow in Tariel's hands behind him kept shooting at the orcs around him while scanning everything around him.

She looked anxious, as if she was looking for something.

Hearing what Legolas said at this moment, Tariel immediately nodded and said hastily: "I want to find His Majesty the King, and also Bud and Morgan. They have been in River Valley Town before, and they must know where His Majesty is." !"

"go!"

Tariel opened his mouth quickly, and said that he slammed his legs and got off the horse.

Following the horse, the whole person immediately surpassed Legolas in front and galloped towards the street further ahead.

On both sides of the street, half-orcs kept rushing towards them crazily.

But he was easily shot and avoided by the two elves.

The two horses moved forward along the main road.

At this time, there was a sudden loud bang on the street ahead.

The expressions of the two elves changed slightly, and they immediately accelerated forward.

Soon, they saw an extremely huge armored ogre in the small path beside the main road ahead, waving a giant mace in his hand and constantly smashing it crazily.

At the same time, Bud, wearing an old yellow overcoat, was rushing out from the alley.

Looking at Bud in front of him but not seeing Morgan, Tariel immediately shouted anxiously: "Where is Morgan?"

Bud, who had just escaped from the giant troll, was startled. He quickly turned his head and saw these two. He knew what the female elf was anxious about instantly. Bud immediately said, "Morgan is inside."

As soon as the words fell, Tariel's face became more anxious and he accelerated forward again, rushing into the path like a gust of wind.

Legolas behind him immediately followed without hesitation.

at this time.

Covering his eyes with one hand and howling in pain, the huge, bloated figure who was waving a giant mace in front of him finally stopped.

Immediately, he couldn't stand still and fell down.

"boom"

Watching the giant troll in front of him finally fall down.

Morgan let out a long breath.

At this time, there was a loud sound of horseshoes ahead.

He raised his head, and saw a slender green figure with a familiar and beautiful front face riding eagerly into the chaotic path.

Morgan laughed immediately.

He immediately hung the long bow in his hand on his back, then quickly stepped forward, jumped onto the giant troll corpse blocking the way, and walked towards the beautiful figure.

Tariel also quickly reined in the horse and stopped.

Immediately, he jumped off the horse and walked quickly towards the tall man who was covered in blood but still had a bright smile on his face.

The distance is getting closer.

He looked at the man who was approaching quickly with a smile on his face.

The eagerness in Tariel's heart quickly disappeared, but it was replaced by shyness.

at this time.

"Tariel"

Legolas' voice suddenly came from behind.

Let Tariel stop.

But Morgan in front didn't care. He strode forward and embraced the beautiful figure in his arms.

This time, Tariel didn't struggle.

Knowing this, Morgan wantonly rubbed his bloody face against Tariel's fragrant hair for a while, and then let go of Tariel in his arms.

At this time, except for a seductive blush on Tariel's fair face, the shy expression on his face is much better than before.

Looking at Tauriel in front of him, Morgan suddenly smiled and said, "It smells so good!"

Embracing in public, originally pretending to be calm, Tariel, who was extremely shy in his heart, immediately disappeared when he heard this sentence. After giving Morgan a blank look, he turned around and walked back.

Morgan didn't care, and followed with a smile.

Inside the gate of Gushan.

Just when the eleven expedition dwarves were extremely angry and helpless, and extremely dejected.

Suddenly, a footstep sounded suddenly.

The dwarves immediately raised their heads.

In the depths of the lonely mountain, a tall figure holding a long sword was slowly walking out from the deep flames.

Looking at the figure in front of him, the dwarf Qili stood up instantly.

With an angry expression on his face, he strode forward and said forcefully, "I don't want to continue hiding behind the stone wall, like a coward, watching others help us fight our own battle!"

Qili looked at the uncle in front of him with an angry and painful expression and said in a trembling voice: "Sorin, I can't do it, I really can't do it!"

Thorin Oakenshield, who had taken off his bloated and luxurious robe, walked up to Qili, looked at his nephew with clear eyes and nodded, "You're right, you can't do it."

"We are all descendants of the Turin family, and the Turin family will never escape any battle!"

Smiling as his nephew finished speaking, Thorin Oakenshield patted Kili's shoulder vigorously, walked forward slowly, looked at the dwarves and said in a deep voice, "I have no right to ask any of you."

"But are you willing to follow me, one last time."

Looking at Thorin Oak Shield, who was wearing the simplest and most practical mail armor, with clear and resolute eyes.

All the dwarves were immediately pleasantly surprised: their king had returned.

Sorin, the dwarf king who led their Turin family to take root in the Blue Mountains, and to whom they swore eternal allegiance, has finally returned.

At this moment, all the dwarves' faces disappeared, replaced by surprise, excitement, and fearlessness.

Soon, when Bombur the dwarf stood on the tall city wall alone carrying the huge horn.

For the first time, the desolate and thick horn sounded from the lonely mountain.

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

"hold head high"

"boom!"

A loud bang.

For the first time, the strict gate of Gushan was blasted open by the dwarves.

In the dust rising all over the sky.

Thorin Oakenshield finally rushed out of the Lonely Mountain with the expedition dwarves.

At this moment, the Iron Hills dwarf army, which had been beaten by the half-orc army and was on the verge of collapse, saw Thorin Oakenshield and his king fearlessly leading the half-orc army forward.

The belief that was originally shaky became indestructible in an instant.

Iron-footed Dyin, who was in a state of embarrassment, immediately shouted excitedly: "Follow the king, follow our king!"

At this moment, all the dwarves who were ignited to fight raised their weapons again, followed behind the returned king, and rushed towards the endless black army ahead.

(End of this chapter)