end of time

He looked at a piece of black iron that suddenly appeared on the table.

Elrond was stunned for a moment.

"I want a dagger. It's smaller, lighter, and easy to carry." The slender blond elf stood in front of his desk and said his request rudely.

The Orcs of that day finally retreated, and the army also needed to rest for a while to recover their strength.The camp was set up on the Dagola Plain, next to a cold and silvery river.At this time, he should be preparing the army or drinking by the campfire, not in his camp.

"Are you going to go to Ballard alone to assassinate Sauron?" the black-haired half-elf couldn't help but ask.He picked up this piece of black iron and weighed it, "It's a good material, but this material is too light for you, so you won't be able to handle it easily."

"Why so much nonsense. Do you agree or not?" Thranduy sat on the chair, playing with his blond hair impatiently, feeling that it was still no better than Lucy's hair.

"What kind of style do you want?" Elrond smiled helplessly. He knew quite well that this master was a bit of a collector. Blind many human eyes.Could it be that he likes to collect weapons again now, "Curved blade or straight? What about the handle, do you want to engrave some patterns or identity marks or something?"

"As long as it is easy to use. It must be perfect and easy to use. The handle of the knife is not needed, I will do it myself." Thranduil looked up, "The question is when will you give it to me."

It seems that this guy still wants to enjoy the fun of DIY, and Elrond can't help but feel amused by his old friend's childlike innocence.

"Don't worry, it will be given to you before the war ends."

Before he finished speaking, his heart sank slightly.The end, this war, who knows when it will end.

Thranduil also fell silent.After a moment he spoke.

"My father is full of praise for your archery skills."

"Really?" Elrond put away the black iron, a light smile appeared in his jade-like eyes, "it was King Orofer who praised it."

"Hmph, what's there to be proud of." Thranduil had a bit of annoyance that he didn't want to admit, that even though his archery, swordsmanship and melee combat ability were top-notch, Orofer never He has not been praised in these respects.His ada really appreciates this kind of young elf who likes to bury his head in books and study knowledge all day long.

At this level, my Lucy has far surpassed it after less than three years of practice.

"Your Majesty the Supreme King, prepare to attack again tomorrow morning."

"So fast?" Elrond frowned secretly.

"It's not too urgent. Maybe I don't want to drink it until winter." He casually poured a glass of wine from the small table next to him, tasted it, and frowned, "It's too weak."

"So if the Gondor archers are all fixed in one place to fight, our archers will have to move into their ranks to maintain an effective combat area. What I am more worried about is whether they can work together, and whether the troops, weapons, and firepower can be coordinated. Be there in time."

"You can rest assured about this." Elrond said, "The cooperation and cohesion of human fighters are quite good, and in some respects they are no worse than us. Besides, King Elendil has also made up his mind this time. There is absolutely no problem on the supply side."

"Thank you for your good words." His blond Highness crossed his legs leisurely, crossed his fingers in front of his abdomen, and tilted his head to look at his black-haired old friend sitting behind the table. No matter how you looked at it, there was maliciousness in his ice blue eyes. Playing with color, "So what about His Majesty Gilgalad, how many gold coins did you pay?"

"Cough...cough..." The lord, who was drinking a glass of Pula wine elegantly, almost choked, lowered his head and coughed, and put the wine back on the table. After a long while, he raised his head with difficulty, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. "What did you say……"

"You want to hide it from me?" Thranduy sneered, "Without the things left by your ancestors, Gilgalad would not be able to support the military expenses in such a big battle. Tell me, you How much did this Noldor, who left the High King and set up his own family, sponsor?"

"Also... ahem..." The black-haired lord found it difficult to look directly into his friend's ice-blue eyes, "Not much..." He was obviously out of breath when he said this.

"Oh? It seems that your family has a lot of property." Thranduy snorted coldly, "Then when will you sponsor part of the military expenses for me in the Great Green Forest?"

Elrond hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly, and took out a ring from his sleeve.

"Well, it's not compulsory."

"Via?" Thranduy glanced at it, and frowned secretly, "Gilgalad's calculations are pretty good, considering the face of the Wind Ring, it's hard for you to refuse to pay."

Elrond breathed a sigh of relief.If he also said something to ask him for the sake of his old friend, he really didn't know how to refuse.

The war that started again the next day was unimaginably tragic.

As Thranduil expected, while the Gondorian archers were all fixed in one place to fight, the elf archers moved quickly into their ranks to maintain an effective combat area.And the troops, weapons, and firepower of the Allied forces were in place in time as Elrond said.

Even with this relatively dispersed force, the Allied defenses remained impregnable.

Under the ruthless order of the leader, the ferocious Orcs rushed forward regardless of rules, only to break through the shield formation of the allies.It seems that they also understand that killing a commander behind the shield is much more valuable than killing a few Numenor soldiers who are fighting.

Their savage, brutal attack finally paid off.

In the Numenorean defense area, a human soldier was accidentally hit by a stream arrow. The brave warrior was still holding his spear tightly and pointing at several Orcs that were rushing towards him, but the venom made him die immediately. and fell down dead.Before the archers behind them had time to release their arrows, the Orcs attacked in groups. Their yellow eyes gleamed with fear and hatred, and they gathered together to attack the lonely warriors, using their primitive weapons Hacking and biting with claws and teeth, the lives of several human warriors were killed in an instant.

"Everyone be careful!" Irendil saw his people being slaughtered, and drew out the Holy Sword of Nasir with a bang. The scorching brilliance seemed to inspire his people like the glory of a human king, "Flanks! Flanks!"

Countless arrows soared into the sky, flying out like lightning, and more poisonous arrows shot back from there. Most of them were blocked by the shields of the main force in front, but many of them killed the soldiers at the front. In some places the Confederate lines were breached.

Seeing this scene, the Orcs became even more frantic. They rushed over the mountains and plains, and the elves and human warriors in heavy armor held the shields firmly, desperately blocking their tide-like attacks.

The battle had lasted for several weeks, and in stark contrast to Orc's disorderly and chaotic tactics was the orderly calm on the Allied side.

The herald's long black hair fluttered in the wind full of fishy smell. Under the elegant and delicate forehead decoration, his deep black eyes stared calmly and intently at the battlefield below. There seems to be more rough and bloody on the battlefield.

The soldiers quickly changed their formations following the orders, and the archers rushed forward and fired a sharp arrow under the shield of their shields, so that the partners in front of the formation would have enough time to draw out their spears and swords to face the rushing enemy.

The battle situation seemed to be developing in a good direction, until there was a mournful dragon cry from afar in the dark sky.

The terrifying scream made many Allied soldiers look terrified, but the Orcs were all ecstatic.

Thranduil looked up at the green forest defense area on the flank, and saw the source of the fear that made the soldiers tremble.

The Lord of the Ringwraiths in a black cloak rode on the flying dragon flapping its wings slowly, approaching slowly like a large black cloud.

The orcs who fell into madness rushed forward even more violently, and the Noldor elves in the front gradually fell into a disadvantageous situation.

King Olofer looked at the mortal enemy who was getting closer and closer, his expression gradually became gloomy, and the bloodthirsty killing intent had already attacked those eyes that were always rational and gentle.

He drew out his saber with a bang, and his long silver hair raised a dazzling arc in the air.

"kill!"

The army of the Great Green Forest followed behind the king and launched a fierce attack on the magic soldiers from the flanks, rushing forward with high fighting intent.

His Royal Highness didn't even have time to stop him.

"Ada!"

Under the leadership of their silver-haired king, the forest elves in green and brown hunting suits have overwhelmed their sworn enemies like a raging tide.

The pressure on the front dropped sharply.Elrond tilted his head in amazement, and met Thranduil's turbulent ice blue eyes. Looking at him, he slowly drew out his long sword, and the herald's right hand also slowly pressed against the sword. on the handle.

"It's just a ring spirit!" Gilgalad looked up at the dark figure angrily, knowing that the most important thing to do was to boost everyone's morale.

The banner of the Elf King fluttered high in the forefront, the High King of the Noldor showed the spear of Agroth, and the King of Numenor raised the holy sword of Nasir, charging forward without flinching.In the dark world without sunlight, they are like morning stars that suddenly shine in the night sky, reflecting the brilliance of the sun and moon.Guide the direction of the soldiers.

"kill--"