The Fellowship of the Lord of the Rings - A Tale of the Elven King

Thorn chased the orc all the way to the black fortress of Gundabad. The wolf the orc was riding was running too fast, and Thorne could only watch him enter the fortress.

The sky was dark, and there was no one to be seen. Occasionally, a gleam of light would flash through the small windows on the city wall, and white steam was everywhere around it. The entire Gundabad Castle looked eerie. After the orc entered the fortress Just disappeared.

Thorne didn't know how many people were on the other side. His own manpower had been allocated to fight Yorman Gund before, and there were not many left. If he wanted to regain the Rainbow Gem, a frontal attack would definitely not work. Eun thought about it and decided to carry out a sneak attack.

He left some people outside to meet him, and only brought a small group of people along the path to approach the walls outside the castle. These walls stand tall, like a sharp steel knife stabbing into the sky. It looks like a raging fire, pointing at every enemy like a cold ice blade, the closer you get, the more you can feel this terrifying feeling.

There are not enough footholds on the bare walls, so the dwarves can only keep throwing the rope upwards until they find a gap, and then climb up along the rope. To ensure safety, the dwarves all wrapped rope around their waists and used A big rope is connected to each other, so that even if one person falls without a firm grip, as long as the other person is still holding on to the rope, the person who fell can be pulled back to ensure the safety of life.

The dwarves climbed up section by section, and finally hooked to a small open window. Thorne breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a group of dwarves, all of whose lives were tied to him alone. , he can't take any wrong step, and if he is careful, everyone will fall to his death together. Thorne is very happy to end this dangerous journey as soon as possible.

Thorne carefully held the window sill with his hands, kicked his feet hard against the wall, and propped up his upper body. As soon as he exposed his head, he saw a tall half-orc sitting opposite him, and the half-orc's eyes were staring at him closely. , looked especially eerie in the dark shadows, and the cross-shaped scar on his forehead became more and more hideous.

At that moment, Thorne felt that the blood in his body was congealed. He felt cold all over, his mind went blank and he couldn't think at all. The giant ax walked towards him step by step.

The Orc looked him in the eyes and said, "Welcome to Gundabad, Dwarf... Farewell, Dwarf!"

After speaking, he swung the huge ax in his hand and slashed at Thorne. Thorne hurriedly dodged back, but the half-orc changed the direction of his swing and severed Thorne's hands.

Thorn fell from the window sill in an instant. Great pain swept him, but more of it was fear and despair. The blood from the severed wrist fell like raindrops, and Thorn's mind floated Countless pictures, the desperate cries of the dwarves came from the ears, the regret in his heart was overwhelming, Thorne closed his eyes in pain, what the gray robe wizard said was right, those who chased the rainbow stone would suffer bad luck, It is the property of the Demon King, not what ordinary dwarves like them should have. Chasing something that does not belong to you will lead to disaster, just like his father, he should not be obsessed with Rainbow Stone, he should not come Here, Thorne knew that he was doomed this time, and he could only pray that those clansmen who lost their lives innocently because of his greed would forgive him, and he was willing to atone for his sins in hell.

Soon a huge impact came, and Thorne lost consciousness all of a sudden.

And the half-orc standing on a high place looked at the dwarf who fell into a lump of flesh and smiled with satisfaction.

The dwarves who were left outside to respond in the distance have been observing the situation inside. They witnessed the process of Thorne being killed. After being shocked, they became angry. The dwarves brandished their weapons and rushed to the castle. They no longer care about the number of people They just wanted to avenge the tragic death of the prince and fellow countrymen, and the dwarves almost lost their minds and rushed forward madly.

The gate of Gundabad was quickly opened for them, and groups of half-orcs rushed out from it, and soon collided with the crazy dwarves, and the two sides fought desperately, even though the dwarves were short in stature, But the dwarves, who were dazzled by their anger, greatly increased their combat power. They slashed everywhere with their axes, and the half-orcs who couldn't dodge were cut down one after another.

But as time went by, the dwarves began to lose their physical strength, and their movements slowed down. In addition, many orcs rushed out of the castle, and the situation of the dwarves became bad. The weapons were aimed at the surrounding half-orcs, and as long as there were half-orcs approaching, the dwarves would swing their weapons and chop them.

At this time, the gate of Gundabad opened again, and a tall cross-scarred half-orc came out. The giant ax in his hand had just chopped off the hands of the dwarf prince, and Thorne's blood was still stained on the ax blade.

The cross-scarred half-orc looked at the dwarves and said, "Say hello to your prince, dwarf." Then he swung his giant ax and rushed over, and the half-orcs behind him also rushed over.

The dwarves held the weapons in their hands nervously, their eyes were full of panic, and their hands trembled with fear. Every dwarf was ready to face death, but they would not let the half-orcs feel better, even if they died. Also pull the orcs to die together, the dwarves are like a flock of sheep besieged by wolves, ready to fight to the death.

At this time, the sound of the elf horn of "Woo-woo" came from a distance.

With the sound of the horn, a large number of elves wearing golden armor appeared at the mouth of the valley in Gundabad. The elves marched in neat square columns, and the sound of uniform steps resounded throughout the valley. It shone brightly under the dark sky, and this light stopped the orcs from attacking, and it also rekindled the hopes of the dwarves, and many dwarves even wept with joy.

The cross-scarred half-orc squinted and watched the elf army stop in front of the castle, and the beautiful and elegant elf king slowly stepped forward on his elk.

Thranduil glanced at the battle between the half-orcs and the dwarves, and realized the plight of the dwarves. He tilted his head and waved his hand lightly. The elf warriors behind him immediately drew out their arrows neatly, put on their bows, and aimed at the dwarves. The half-orc on the opposite side.