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

The cross-scarred half-orc who was targeted by the arrow was very angry. He stared at the elves coldly, his eyes were full of killing desire and bloodthirsty light. He roared at the elves and left the surrounded dwarves. He rushed directly to the elf on the opposite side, and the half-orcs beside him also rushed over when they saw this.

Thranduil moved the corner of his mouth lightly, showing a very shallow smile, and pressed down with his hand, the arrows of the elves left the string together, shooting at the half-orcs like raindrops, and many half-orcs fell to the ground with arrows , The cross-scarred half-orc who ran at the front was also hit by an arrow and fell to the ground.

At this time, behind the half-orcs, the dwarves also began to fight back. They brandished weapons and attacked like crazy. The half-orcs probably didn't expect that the dwarves, who were already facing a desperate situation, could resist again. They were frightened by this crazy resistance. He stopped, unable to react in time, and was surrounded by dwarves. The dwarves fought more and more bravely, and the weapons in their hands kept harvesting the lives of half-orcs.

Thranduil on the opposite side also waved his hand when he saw this, and the elf warriors lined up, raised their long swords and rushed towards the half-orcs together. Slit the throats of the half-orcs, and the dwarves were strong and brave enough to smash the heads of the half-orcs quickly. The two sides cooperated tacitly to eliminate the common enemy, and the number of half-orcs quickly decreased like weeds being burned.

At this moment, there was another loud sound from outside the valley, like the sound of a huge boulder being smashed. Thranduil immediately turned his head to look, and his sensitive ears heard the sound of huge scales scraping across the rock surface. With that sound of friction, an ominous premonition rose in Thranduil's heart, and he couldn't help staring at the valley in the distance with his eyes wide open.

His premonition soon came true, Yorman Gund's huge black body gradually appeared, and the red pattern on his body became more and more vivid, probably because the valley was too small for Yorman Gund, Its huge body kept twisting and moving forward, and its thick and long tail slapped the rocks on the surrounding cliffs as it twisted, and the boulders that fell blocked the originally flat road.

The appearance of Yorman Gund made everyone stop fighting, and all eyes were on this giant python. After leaving the era of Morgoth, giant dragons rarely appeared in Middle-earth, even Even among the elves with a long life, few people have seen this legendary creature, let alone the dwarves who only love to stay underground.

Yorman Gund doesn't like this place, it's too small, and the smell of half-orcs is everywhere, he doesn't like half-orcs, since he used to live in the underground abyss of Morgoth, it should be said that except Its owner, Yorman Gund, doesn't like anyone. In its eyes, all the races in the world are just a group of bedbugs, just like the group of bedbugs that are fighting and killing in front of it now. It's just that some are golden yellow, some are smelly, and some are smaller.

If it wasn't for the powerful dark force that awakened it from its slumber, if it wasn't for the intuition telling it that the time to change its destiny had come, it wouldn't have come to this place by itself.

Yorman Gund sticks out his tongue and licks his fangs. No one can stop himself from getting that thing. Anyone who gets in the way will die, just like those nasty little ones who are entangled in it. The venom corroded to nothing left.

On the other side, Thranduil, who once again faced Yorman Gund, trembled again. These days, he still couldn't forget Yorman Gund's face full of ridicule and contempt in the dense forest that day, and the anger in his heart The fire kept burning, and he vowed to kill the big snake with his own hands. For this reason, he tracked Yorman Gund's trail day and night, and now finally, they met again.

The fire in Thranduil's eyes almost turned into reality. He left the battlefield in front of him and ran back on the elk, loudly ordering the elves to change their formation. Except for the elves fighting the orcs, the other elves They all turned back together, following the voice of the king, drew their arrows and set their bows again, and a shower of arrows shot out again, hitting Yorman Gund.

Yorman Gund was first lured to this smelly and small place by the orcs with rainbow stones, and then he was besieged by the dwarves and was injured all over his body. He was in a bad mood, and then saw those little golden bugs again Throwing these sharp little long thorns, it is not fatal to the body, but it hurts, especially when it is pierced into the wound that was already opened by the dwarves, it is like throwing salt into it. Gund was instantly enraged.

It flicked its tail, rolled up the boulders that were knocked down behind it, and threw them over. The elves were knocked down one after another when they couldn't dodge. They were strong and strong, but there were too many boulders falling, and the elves couldn't dodge in time, and were injured a lot. Even the orcs and dwarves in the back suffered together, but the boulders flying to the back were far less than those in front, so It was the elves who suffered the most casualties.

Thranduil did not expect that Yorman Gund would use the boulder as a weapon, so he could only run around and direct the elves to avoid the boulder, but unfortunately the effect was not great, and the elves were severely injured.

But Yorman Gund's attack was not over yet. After throwing the stone, it raised its head towards the sky and opened its mouth wide, aiming its two huge fangs at the front. Two streams of green venom sprayed out and were poured on The green liquid melted quickly.

The elves who managed to attack more boulders suddenly fell into a more terrifying situation. They tried their best to avoid the venom and tried not to touch the terrible liquid, but the venom that fell to the ground would not disappear. Instead, it began to corrode the rock and emit a puff of white smoke and a sour smell. Yorman Gund's venom sprayed endlessly, leaving fewer and fewer places for the elves to dodge. Unfortunately, the person who was sprayed by the venom The elves died in excruciating pain, and the venom melted their bodies.

And Yorman Gund's target is not only the elves, but also the half-orcs and dwarves who angered it. It raises its head high to let the venom spray farther, and the half-orcs and dwarves don't care about each other Although they were enemies just now, they had to avoid Yorman Gund's venom together.

The entire valley was full of corrosive stench and white gas. Yorman Gund watched the group of little bedbugs below being melted away by his own venom, and felt a burst of pleasure in his heart. Very satisfied, no one can leave alive after angering the dragon, this is the price they should pay.