[The Lord of the Rings - The Hobbit] The era of poverty alleviation in the dark jungle

Not long after the boat sailed, the lonely mountain gradually appeared in front of my eyes.Thick fog shrouded the top of the mountain, and the rolling mountains were gray.

On such a seemingly ordinary day with hidden undercurrents, Hegu Town became lively again.

The townspeople, as in the past, worked day by day, completely unaware that the dark shadows in the east and south were quickly counterattacking and approaching them quietly.

The boat finally docked, and Luo Siwen looked at it, and all the old scenes in front of him became a little strange.With the restoration of the dwarf kingdom, this town that was riddled with holes has once again prospered, but after all, it was severely damaged in the battle of Brother Wumao, and it was difficult to reach the height of its ancestors.

Stepping on the solid floor, Luo Siwen suddenly became a little dazed, and couldn't help feeling deeply moved inside.

The news of leaving the dwarf country has been passed to the dwarves by the dwarf's messenger bird, Duwu.

Several dwarven guards in full armor stood at the gate of the city, warmly welcoming this elf wizard who was quite famous among the dwarves.

"Great wizard, the dwarf king asked me to send my greetings to you on his behalf. May the stars bless you forever." The leader of the dwarf guards bowed.

Rosewin replied: "May Auri always appreciate your craftsmanship."

Hearing this, the young dwarf laughed loudly and nodded: "Go, go, the king has been waiting for you for a long time!"

A hundred years have passed, and the enthusiasm of the dwarves has not diminished. At the beginning, they still like to play tricks and run on the elves.

Luo Siwen walked in a hurry, with an uneasy expression on his face, but these little guys still liked to dawdle.

There are still people from the East and the South on the streets of River Valley, and it looks like the war hasn't come here yet.Luo Siwen thought to herself, probably Changhu Town suffered a sudden attack, and the news hadn't been passed on yet.

I don't know who ordered it, but this group of evil humans took the lead in blocking the way to the north of Changhu Town.

When they were heading north, they did almost encounter an ambush.This group of lurkers hides their bodies in the grass, monitors the waters, and shoots people and birds that come and go.

However, when their bows and arrows met the elven wizard Rosewen, they seemed a bit unsightly.The experienced Rosewin had long seen something was wrong with the grass.

She stood at the bow of the boat and chanted curses loudly. The rapid and violent surge of the river suddenly submerged the river bank, leaving it completely white.Soon, several black human heads emerged from the water, paddling the water in horror, ups and downs.

Arad leaned down and beheaded each of them mercilessly. In an instant, blood red filled the entire surface of the water.

Romes Danu frowned a little: "Allard, this is too cruel."

Only then did Allard reply: "To sympathize with the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. If you let it go today, you will encounter it again on the battlefield in the future."

Rosewin didn't speak, just looked to the south, wondering if Legolas had set off for the Black Gate now.

At last the host came to the Black Gate, and Legolas, Gandalf, and Aragorn rode to the gate, where the black gate was shut.They reached the gate in no time, and the shadow cast by the black gate was enough to make anyone forget it.

The strong wind made Gandalf's beard and white robe flutter. He squinted his eyes, looked up at the black door, and shouted: "Sauron, we are here to fight you, come out quickly."

After shouting a few times, there was a dull sound at the gate, and they immediately rode back.

After returning to the team, he heard a loud noise behind him.Amid the tension, the black door slowly opened, gradually revealing the scenery inside.

On the side of the human alliance, the breath of the soldiers was a bit heavy, and the horses on their crotches and legs were also trembling faintly, snorting.

Heavy clouds gathered in the sky, blocking the sun's rays, providing an excellent opportunity for the dark and evil half-orcs to move.

Amid the nervousness of the crowd, the black door stopped opening, and a pair of armored soldiers in a square formation rushed out.Unlike Saruman's orc army, these people are mainly humans, and most of them have mammoths.

Legolas squinted at the dark heads in the distance, feeling uneasy in his heart. He thought of his wife and children at home in the far north.Not knowing if they were well at the moment, he suddenly missed them a little.

The black tide stopped and confronted the human alliance.The wind brought the hot breath of the volcano from the Black Gate. After the horn of war sounded, the camps of one black and one white approached each other quickly, and then collided fiercely.

The spears fired fierce sparks, and both sides roared.The demon king took the mammoth as the vanguard and cut a bloody road, followed by the evil humans, and the half-orcs as the left and right wings, and rushed towards the enemy.

"Kill!" Legolas followed Gandalf and Aragorn, "Push down the black door!"

Under the distant volcano, streams of magma emerged from the cracks in the ground. Frodo's face was covered with gray sweat, and he walked forward with difficulty. His legs were heavy and heavy, as if they were filled with lead.

Sam, the loyal servant, followed closely behind him, constantly urging his master: "Master, you can't fall down, you have to keep going."

Frodo stood there feebly, looking hopelessly at Mount Doom, which seemed never to be reached.

"I'm very thirsty," he said, "and I'm dying. I just want to sleep right now."

But Sam refused to give up, and kept urging: "Let's go, you can't stop."

Frodo only felt that his body was no longer his own. As he dragged his heavy steps, he walked hard, and his eyes were covered with sweat.

Before he knew it, he fell down, lying on the black and gray volcanic rocks.

Sam, who was walking in front, turned around after walking for a long time, only to find that his master had fallen.

Frodo lay on the ground, weakly: "Sam, I want to sleep... I suddenly miss... Shire's warm bed, sweet pancakes, our home..."

"Get up, Frodo, my lord," said Sam, "and when we get to the hill ahead, we can destroy this thing, and go home."

Frodo made no answer, but lay motionless, looking up at the sky with glazed eyes.

Sam knelt down, supported his head, untied the water bag around his waist, pointed the mouth of the bottle to his mouth, and tried to pour the water down.

The bottle was flat, and Sam squeezed hard to squeeze out the last few drops of water.

But it was these few drops that moistened his parched lips, and Frodo was refreshed.

"The last water." Sam said sadly, he raised his head, put the mouth of the bottle to his mouth, and tried hard to lick the remaining bit of coldness.

Looking at the rest of the way, he took a deep breath, put Frodo on his back, arched his back, and walked towards the volcano step by step.

There were many sweaty footprints on the ground, and Sam walked forward with difficulty. Behind him, another series of small footprints followed, chasing Sam's footsteps in small steps.

At this time, Doomsday Volcano suddenly spewed out a trace of black smoke, and the earth shook slightly, as if something was about to happen.

In the far north, Rosewyn arrived at the dwarven palace.It's still the same mountain, the same palace, but the dwarves inside have changed from generation to generation.

The lifespan of a dwarf is extremely short, only about three hundred years.

The dwarf king was already waiting at the door, and as soon as he heard from the wizard, he ran out impatiently.

"Wizard, great wizard," he cried, "I have heard of your name."

The king led Luosiwen in with great enthusiasm, but Luosiwen shook his head. It would take about half an hour to reach the king's palace from here.

There is no time to waste.

"King, did you hear the approaching footsteps of the Demon King?" Rosewen said, "The shadows have covered the east and the south."

The king patted his stomach and said loudly, "A dwarf is never afraid of anyone!"

"We have to send troops as soon as possible. Changhu Town has been occupied, and we have been cut off from the elves."

"We have just received the news," said the king angrily. "A Duwu who escaped successfully passed the news and died of a severe arrow wound."

"It seems that you should be ready," Rosewin asked him, "Can we go now?"

The king nodded, and took off his gorgeous clothes, revealing his fat belly. Under the cloak was an armor made of fine iron, which fit his fat body perfectly.

He puffed out his chest and roared proudly: "Brothers, fight for the honor of the dwarves."

The dwarves below roared collectively: "Fight for the dwarves."

The weapons of this group of short people are more sophisticated than those of a hundred years ago. They are armed from head to toe, with superb weapons, and march towards the south.

The humans in Hegu Town also joined the tide.To deal with the mammoth, the dwarves loaded their crossbow machines and transported them out of the river.Arrow rakes made of thatch are erected on both sides of the boat, which can effectively block arrows from all directions.

When the boat arrived at Changhu Town, it suddenly encountered the Mammoth Army, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the wilderness and the river.

The dwarves are small, and they are always at a disadvantage against the mammoth. In addition, the evil humans rode on the back of the mammoth, shot a cold arrow suddenly, and then shrank back shamelessly.

Luo Siwen narrowed his eyes, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and jumped onto the mammoth's long nose a few lightly. The canopy on its back was almost thrown off.

Luo Siwen did the same thing as climbing a tree, and several mammoths fell under her dagger.But soon, the elephants learned to be smart, and swung their trunks and swiped at her fiercely.Luo Siwen jumped into the water after dodging a few noses in some embarrassment.

Several mammoths chased after them, but they dared not go forward because of the fear of their masters.

The enemy army realized that in order to win this victory as quickly and easily as possible, they must first count this itchy little louse.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, it's a little late, it will be a little late these days, bow~

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