Chapter 95 After the War
Buzz——
The Orcs' trumpets sounded, but this time there were no flags.
Levi walked to the edge of the command platform and shouted to the army below the mountain:
"Your leader is dead - now run for your lives, scum!"
thump.
The two heads were thrown down the mountain and bumped along the steep cliff for a long time before rolling to the ground. Their appearance before death was barely recognizable.
"I am your nemesis!"
Crash——
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
After confirming that the ones thrown down were indeed their two leaders, the Orcs panicked and didn't know what to do. They went crazy on the spot.
Even the small leader who was in charge of maintaining the formation could not remain calm at this moment. He dared not look at the two heads falling down, nor did he dare to look up at the figure on the command platform.
In the end, he could only flee everywhere like other orcs.
The entire battlefield was in uproar, and there was no longer any order.
"Looks like it's over."
Bud sighed and said, perhaps a peaceful life is about to come.
“Haha – they did it!”
“This is our victory!!”
The dwarves began to cheer and hug each other.
Dain also opened his arms excitedly, but when he saw Thranduil in front of him, he immediately changed direction and hugged Gandalf.
Thranduil didn't pay attention to this little detail, and just said calmly: "It is indeed a victory worth celebrating."
Gandalf responded:
"The difference in military strength was almost ten times, but in the end, we not only won, but also suffered almost no losses. It was like a dream."
"It all depends on our allies."
"Levi."
Thranduil raised his head and looked at the figure on the mountain, silently raising Levi's status as an ally in his heart.
"It's time to strike, boys!"
After a brief celebration, Dain immediately organized his army to clear out the Orcs who were running around like headless flies outside.
Thranduil also came to his senses and ordered: "Prepare for battle!"
"Let us go too," Gandalf suggested to Radagast, drawing his sword.
However, Brown Robe rejected him: "Oh, you guys can go, you know, I'm not good at this."
"I'll do it!"
Beorn gave a great roar, leaped off the city wall, transformed into a giant bear, and charged into the chaotic Orc army.
No one knows how many Orcs died in this battle.
But what is certain is that the most ferocious killer in this battle must be Levi. He drove the Orc army of Gundabad all the way down from Raven Ridge. After entering the battlefield, he was like a wolf among sheep. Wherever he went, the Orcs ran in the opposite direction, just like repelling magnets.
The scene was quite spectacular.
In the process of clearing the battlefield, no less than a thousand Orcs died directly under Levi's sword, and his skill balls fell in large numbers.
The Orcs had all run far away, and their leaders had announced the withdrawal of their troops, but Levi was still chasing them.
If you really can't catch up, change to elytra and continue chopping after landing.
“Wouldn’t this be too cruel?”
Even Gandalf couldn't help but say this.
Thranduil turned his head and said, "Gandalf, when have you been so kind to your enemies?"
"No, no, no, I won't pity those orcs. I just don't think it's necessary."
“Nothing is unnecessary.”
Thranduil was quite calm.
Some of the more warlike elven lords in previous eras often did this.
At that time, it was not uncommon for one person to chop down hundreds or even thousands of orcs and take away the heads of their leaders. It was no exaggeration to say that one man was an army.
But now, the people who can do this in Middle-earth can be counted on one hand.
Plus Levi too.
But apart from his combat power, he is stronger in other aspects...
Some distance away from Lonely Mountain.
“All ready!”
Picking up another skill ball, Levi turned around with satisfaction.
Oak behind him screamed and ran into the woods, and he probably wouldn't dare to come out for a long time.
"It's time to go back."
After such a battle, Levi also refreshed at least one of the skill balls of various types, and his basic sword skills were directly upgraded to the maximum level.
Armor penetration, thrust, dodge, block, jump, spin, blade storm, backstab, sword energy...
Fourteen skills in total, filling up the skill manual.
Swoosh——
Levi swung his sword casually, and a bright white sword energy swept out and dissipated not far away.
With sword energy, you can use the sword to launch long-range attacks in the future. However, the distance is not long, the maximum is seventeen meters, and the power is not great. The first-level sword energy damage is only three or four points, and it does not add flames.
It is suitable for cutting weeds.
However, even so, as long as there are enough combos, the damage can still be increased. With more than seven combos, one sword energy can cause ten points of damage.
Again the fireworks sounded, and frightened the orcs in the forest, but this time no one fell in front of them.
Levi ended the pursuit and returned to Lonely Mountain.
At this moment in the Valley City, the elves let down their guard and found places to sit down and talk, discussing trivial matters. Occasionally, an elf would clink their glasses together and drink the liquor in them in one gulp.
A dwarf looked at the elf who drank a glass of strong liquor in one breath without changing his expression, and seemed to be thinking about something.
"He must be faking it."
Crash.
The gates rise.
The dwarves immediately cheered.
"oh--!!!"
"Welcome, welcome back our king!"
Dain was the first to come forward and gave Thorin a big hug. The dwarves also put down what they were doing and gathered around to celebrate.
"We are proud of you, Thorin."
"Thank you, Dyne."
"However, the glory does not belong to me alone, it belongs to all of us, especially——"
He pushed Bilbo out from behind him.
"Our Lord Snitch."
“Ah, haha…”
Bilbo smiled at the people around him. Suddenly, he was surrounded by so many people celebrating and congratulating him that he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.
"Don't be nervous, Bilbo. You deserve this. You've saved our lives many times and helped us find the Arkenstone."
"Go forward boldly."
Bilbo nodded, his chest gradually rising.
Gandalf looked at this scene, stroked his beard twice, smiled, and together with the Brown Robe, Beorn and the Eagle King beside him, watched the returning team and paid tribute.
The dwarves celebrated enthusiastically, and the humans in the city gathered around and applauded.
In comparison, the elves' reaction seemed much more indifferent. Although they stopped what they were doing and stood neatly at the city gate, they just watched quietly and did nothing much.
Just to fill the scene.
Only Thranduil said: "Congratulations on regaining your homeland. I sincerely hope that this land can regain its vitality."
Thorin nodded to him.
"I hope the King of the Woodlands will not forget our meeting."
"I will go."
Thranduil replied calmly.
Just as the two were talking, suddenly, with the sound of fireworks, even louder cheers came from the city gate.
(End of this chapter)
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