Voice of Dragonland

Entering the range of Glasgow, the land becomes barren and desolate. There is no green grass, no tall trees, and weathered coarse sand and gravel everywhere. The army passes through, and the dust is everywhere.

This is a dead land. Legend has it that a dragon once lived in the deepest canyon of this land, and was killed by a monster from the north. Since then, the canyon has been filled with fog all year round. can't come back.For thousands of years, everyone has carefully bypassed this place, for fear of accidentally disappearing into this ominous mist.And I don’t know when, a legend arises in Middle-earth that there is a mysterious treasure guarded by dragons in the deepest part of Glasgow. It is neither gold nor stone, but it has the magic power to rule the world. the power of.It was it that attracted the monsters from the north, who killed the dragon and took hold here.This may be just a legend, but this legend has been passed down for thousands of years, and now the leader of the orcs, Barbert, seems to have the evidence of the real existence of this treasure, so that he sent troops to Glasgow at all costs.

The army stopped and recuperated a few hundred meters away from Glasgow Canyon.This place is backed by the misty valley, facing the open plain, and there is a huge continuous weathered stone mountain on the left.This battle is only to defend the valley of mist and not to disturb the sleeping monsters in the valley. It can be said that there is no way out.

Glorfindel was wearing brown heavy armor and riding a tall horse, surrounded by Rivendell and Lorraine's powerful nobles.They gathered in one place, briefly discussed a few words, and soon dispersed, each arranging troops to line up.

The heavy cavalry lined up in the front row, and thousands of elite cavalry marched tens of meters in an orderly manner, their silver armor shining brightly in the sun.The heavy archers spread out like wings on both sides, and the infantry in the middle formed a fishing net formation.The whole operation was swift and well organized.Apart from the friction of the armor, there was no extra sound from the sound of the boots hitting the ground.

Legolas dismounted from his horse, holding a good bow in his hand, just waiting for the battle report ahead.

"Report!" A light cavalry rode over the dust, mounted the elf and dismounted, and ran to Glorfindel in a few steps, "Mylord! Tug and the dwarf army have not confronted the orc army head-on!"

"What?" Glorfindel was startled, a trace of gloom flashed across his blue eyes.

"It is true that the orc army started from Mordor, but... it has not yet reached the necessary route where Tuge is located." The messenger elf bowed his head.

Glorfindel slowly raised his head. At some point, a dark cloud appeared in the clear sky. It moved slowly and sluggishly, rolling and gathering in this ominous place.

"Retract..."

"Mylord?" The messenger elf looked up in confusion.

"Notify Tug immediately, Erelent, hurry to Glasgow! Hurry up!" Glorfindel spoke quickly, with a dignified look on his usually calm face, the elf immediately saluted, got on his horse, and quickly left .

Thunder bursts.

Legles felt the tremor of the ground, and he bent his ears to the ground.The sound of rumbling roared from the depths of the ground, causing the earth to tremble!

"No!" Legolas got up and shouted to Glorfindel, "My lord! Be alert!"

At this moment, the huge rocky mountain on the left trembled and collapsed, boulders fell one after another, and the unsuspecting elf troops hurriedly avoided the boulders.After this move, the formation was in chaos.

Glorfindel rode his horse forward, shouting orders and adjusting formation.

The boulder fell to the ground, and the stone mountain was hollow, and Barbert's army of orcs swarmed out of the cave.The big black flag is rising slowly and fluttering in the wind, casting a heavy shadow on this land.

"Babbert!" Glorfindel came to the foot of the rocky mountain, looking at the orc army that kept pouring out of the huge cave, and in the center of the orc army was riding a giant warg twice the size of an ordinary warg, Babbert.

Barbert's complexion is dark gray, a color similar to solidified death, just like the breath he brought to this land.He was tall and strong, with one eye socket sunken, covered with animal skin, with a bloody and mocking smile on his mouth, holding a broad-faced sword in his hand, riding a wolf forward unhurriedly.His warg was different from the ordinary warg that howled and bared its teeth to intimidate the enemy. It was silent and introverted. There was a battle-tested aura in its gray eyes, so strong that people dared not look at each other.It slowly carried the leader forward, its huge and thick wolf claws were steady and unstoppable.Behind him is the orc army that spews like a tidal wave.Countless iron hooves kicked up smoke and dust, and a gray wave rose from the foot of the rocky mountain, the number of which was unpredictable.

Already standing out from the cavalry were elf cavalry archers, waiting behind Glorfindel with their bows.

"Ridiculous elf." Barbot snorted, "trying to resist the footsteps of death."

"Evil never dies, and the battle never stops!" Glorfindel shouted back, with the sword unsheathed at his waist, and with irresistible majesty and murderous aura, he shouted, "Let go!"

The first sword drew a silver light in the air, and went straight to Barbot with a shrill whistling sound.

"Dang!" Barbert slashed with his knife, and the feathered arrow broke in two and fell at his feet.

"Roar!!" The wolf that Babbitt was riding roared, like thunder rolling past, shocking people's hearts.All of a sudden, the wolves roared one after another, driving the orcs to scream and kill, the mountains roared and the tsunami roared, and the tranquility of the valley was completely torn apart.

The cavalry archer drew his bow and shot quickly, and large swathes of arrows rained down on the orc army with strong wind.

The orc army moved forward like a tide, and the arrows fell into the huge tide, stirring up countless bright red waves, but they couldn't stop the rush of the tide!They attacked the elf army with the rotten breath of the dark land.

The cavalry archers quickly put away their bows and arrows, and drew their long swords sideways. The heavy cavalry also moved forward, and the heavy bow archers on both wings moved closer, handing over the battlefield to the leading cavalry.

The war horse neighed, facing the wolf's fangs without fear, and the epee struck the orc's iron sword. The two tides converged in one place, blood burst, and the wind was everywhere.

Legles drew out his feathered arrow, set it on the string, and hit the forehead of the wolf rushing forward. The wolf rolled and fell down, crushing the orc on his back immediately.He dexterously walked in the battlefield, as if this bloody and cruel place was just a small forest valley where he used to play in his childhood, feathered arrows flew away, taking the life of the orc like a pocket.

"Woo——" the horn sounded low, with strong penetrating power, Legolas frowned and looked into the distance.I saw countless tower-like orcs emerging from the rocky mountain. They moved slowly, but they were powerful. When the heavy cavalry encountered them, they had no power to fight back.

Horses were not spared either, being trampled to death by them.For a time, the elves suffered heavy casualties!

Legolas put away his longbow, walked quickly, turned over and mounted an unowned steed, and rode forward.Approaching the giant's side, he held his breath and lifted his body, landed on the horse's back, exerted force under his feet, and jumped up, like a light and big bird, landed between the giant's elbows.Without waiting for the giant to react, he took advantage of his strength to take off again, and with a backhand, the dagger was in his hand, and he stabbed straight into the giant's chest.An ear-splitting neigh exploded from the giant's chest, and Legolas had already jumped up from his crumbling body, spun around in the air, and landed on the back of another giant.Repeatedly like this, shuttled lightly among the giants, easily killing one of them.

However, the number of orcs is huge. They are like steel sledgehammers, and they hit the elf army directly. If they dodge, the canyon will be lost, and if they fight hard, blood will flow into rivers!

"Watch!" Glorfindel raised the sharp sword in his hand high, and slashed down. The orc in front of him was split into two and fell slowly to the ground.

The elves who had been fighting retreated one after another, and a row of copper shields fell to the ground, forming a city wall. Immediately afterwards, a second row of copper shields was erected on top of the first layer of copper shields, spreading from side to side, completely blocking the advance of the orcs.

"Woo——" the horn sounded again, and the orcs gathered in formation, charging away at the barrier made of copper shields.

Sharp spears suddenly shot out from the gaps in the copper shield, and the first batch of orcs who rushed up were pierced by the spears, and they were firmly nailed in front of the barrier. The spears retreated, and the corpses were piled up in a thick pile in front of the barrier.Later, the orcs tried to climb up the corpse, but unexpectedly, the arrows on the copper shield were like locusts!

Both attacks failed.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Barbot's mouth, he raised the big knife in his hand, and waved it in the air.

More giant orcs came running out of the cave.

Legolas felt the ground tremble under his feet. He didn't know how many orc armies were hiding in this cave. It might not be possible for the reinforcements to arrive here in a short while.The seemingly solid formation in front of him is just a delay. The orc army has repeatedly attacked, and it is only a matter of time before it is broken!

"Mylord!" an elf called to Glorfindel, pointing to the end of the plain.

Glorfindel looked up.

Above the horizon, a cloud of smoke and dust rose, and a large army broke through the dust and rushed towards it. The golden armor reflected the sunlight falling through the clouds, which was so dazzling that people couldn't look directly at it.

"This is……"

"Father..." Legolas was also attracted by the golden touch, and he just forgot the orc's head that fell in his arms.

The king sitting on the huge horned deer is wearing silver-gray heavy armor and a crown of white gemstones. He is indifferent and arrogant as always, and closely following him is a dense forest army in golden armor. There are many, it seems that the elite army has come out.

"Glorfindel." Thranduil's voice was cold, his blue eyes looked around, and finally fell on Legolas who was holding the dirty orc's head, "Do you mind if I'm late?"

"Mylodr, thank you for fighting for the peace of Middle-earth." Glorfindel saluted heartily, then turned his horse's head and fought with the orcs.

"It doesn't matter how much you come..." Barbert, who was far away from the center of the war, sneered, a dark light shot out from his single eye, and he stared coldly at the tall and majestic figure.

"Father..." Legolas threw away the head in his hand, and ran to the Thranduil stag in a few steps.

"Satisfied?" Thranduil looked at him coldly.

"I..." Legolas didn't know how to describe his state of mind at this moment. Bewilderment, surprise, sadness, sweetness, panic, and tranquility played in his heart one after another, hitting his heart with pain, and he didn't know what to do. Can hastily lowered his head, "I don't want you to come to the battlefield in person."

"It's not a bad thing to solve the problem in advance." Thranduil pulled out his saber, and the blade slowly came out against the scabbard, making a clear low sound, overflowing with light, and the slender and narrow blade was engraved with runes Wen, shining coldly in the sun, is like his master, standing proudly and not to be looked at.Thranduil's eyes fell on the sharp blade, and the casual elegance in his eyes gradually faded away. The proud and calm king suddenly became fierce and fierce. His eyes slowly moved to the orc army, and there was a kind of Worse than the chill of a sword.

"Set up the formation!" Fei Lun rode out from the army, shouting an order, and the dense forest elves in golden armor came from the rear of the orc army, and they had already occupied a good geographical position. At this time, according to Fei Lun's instructions, bow The crossbowmen lined up in front, ready to go, "Let it go!"

The dense feather arrows smashed down on the back of the orc army, and the orc army was in chaos. The third attack that was originally planned was also slowed down.They had to turn around and face the army of elves from the dense forest.

"Woo—" It was the orc's heart-wrenching horn again. It echoed in this barren land, pulling the footsteps of the god of death here, leaving behind a bloody wreckage!

In response to the shrill horn, they turned around and rushed towards the army in the dense forest.

The orcs rushed in like a tide, sticking to the barren, gravel-covered ground.Thranduil stood alone at the forefront of the army, with the long knife in his hand hanging from his side, his figure as immovable as a mountain.He was so calm, upright and fierce, like an invincible monument, firmly nailed there, exuding an aggressive and murderous aura.

The army behind him quickly changed formation, and the infantry with shields rushed forward. The long sword in his hand gave out a chilling light, shouting and killing the sky for a while, and the two forces merged in one place, colliding with blood and finally roaring in an instant !

Legolas looked back at his father, eyes full of sadness, "You shouldn't be here."

Thranduil also looked at him, "Since we're here, let's finish this battle."

After saying that, Thranduil urged the deer to come forward, leaving only Legolas with a back as he hurried forward.

Legles clenched the dagger in his hand, and quickly chased after his figure.