"Dain, face the reality!" Gandalf sighed, "Thorin has been devoured by greed like his grandfather. In his eyes, nothing is more important than the countless treasures in the Lonely Mountain, even the lives of you and your dwarf warriors..."
"I believe in Thorin, he will never be consumed by the dragon disease!"
Dain shook his head, turned around with a determined look, and continued to charge into the orcs with his personal cavalry.
But just as Gandalf said, there were too many orcs. Even if each dwarf warrior could fight ten for one, they were still powerless in the face of such a huge numerical gap.
Not to mention that Azog also sent out the giant monsters at this time. They were mutant ogres carefully bred by Sauron and were called the Ologs.
They have bodies as tall as ogres, but they will not turn into rocks like ogres in the sun. Their bodies are covered with keratin scales, and they can wear iron armor like orcs and hold heavy hammers. They can be said to be the most powerful humanoid steel chariots among the orcs.
As soon as these giants appeared, the shield formation that the dwarves were so proud of suffered severe damage.
Seeing their relatives in the Iron Hills being defeated one after another, the dwarves in the Lonely Mountain could no longer sit still.
They took the initiative to challenge Thorin to a battle, but Thorin believed that the treasure in the Lonely Mountain was more important.
For these untold treasures, he was willing to sacrifice everything, including the life of his cousin Dain.
The dwarves were stunned by his cold-blooded words, and looked at the familiar king with strange eyes, as if he had changed from a reliable partner in their previous adventures into a completely stranger.
He sat in this magnificent hall, wearing a golden crown inlaid with jewels, but he seemed more humble and ridiculous than ever before.
Finally, Thorin's nephews Kili and Fili threw down their weapons, looked at him hatefully, and then turned away angrily.
Faced with the incredulous and disappointed looks of his companions, Thorin finally realized his own changes.
He looked at the mountains of treasure in the hall, recalled the words of Gandalf and Bilbo, and finally got rid of the dragon disease with great willpower. He threw away the golden crown inlaid with gems, put on his armor again, picked up the sword, and rushed out of Erebor with the twelve dwarves who were going to the Lonely Mountain together.
Seeing the familiar figure, Dain smiled, raised his hammer high and shouted: "For the King Under the Mountain!"
"For the King Under the Mountain!"
The morale of the dwarf army was boosted, and they all followed Thorin and charged.
In this way, hundreds of dwarf infantrymen, with Thorin and his twelve companions as the center, formed an unstoppable spearhead formation and pierced through the Orcs' front line with a devastating force.
"That's what hero units are for!"
On the hillside where the goat riders had ambushed, the white-haired witcher sighed.
Legolas, wearing silver armor with blue stripes and holding an alloy composite bow, stood beside Lin Zhongtian, who had transformed into Geralt. He looked at the battlefield below, which was littered with corpses, and sighed: "I am late..."
"It's not too late now."
Lin Zhongtian chuckled, picked up a gray mist coin, and activated it instantly.
In an instant, a long and narrow silver portal appeared behind him.
Legolas turned around and saw on the endless grassland behind the door, thirteen strong men of steel were holding up an open-air sedan chair, on which was a throne engraved with the Seal of the Void and a three-headed dragon. A silver-haired girl wearing a dragon-shaped crown was sitting high on the throne, stroking the head of the white dragon in her arms.
Next to the sedan was a thousand silent and black-armored Unsullied soldiers, and on the grassland farther away, dense Dothraki cavalry were already ready for battle. They were equipped with Arakhs made of harder and sharper materials, wearing light steel armor, and riding nimbly on restless horses, looking at the sedan in front of them with fanaticism and admiration.
"roar!!"
A majestic and deep dragon roar came from the sky above the Dothraki cavalry.
Legolas couldn't help but look up, and saw two even larger dragons flapping their wings and soaring in the sky above.
With orderly and heavy footsteps, thirteen iron warriors carried the throne and the silver-haired queen on the throne through the portal.
Lin Zhongtian leaped onto the carriage, grabbed the white dragon Claude by the head and pulled him out of the arms of the silver-haired queen, saying unhappily, "You are so old, and you still cling to your mother's arms!"
"roar!"
Bai Long didn't dare to get angry at Lin Zhongtian, and could only let out a low growl of grievance towards the silver-haired queen.
Daenerys smiled and whispered, "Go, Claude, do what you should do!"
Upon hearing this, the white dragon flapped its wings and flew up obediently, circling above the lonely mountain and letting out a deafening roar.
The black dragon and green dragon behind the portal finally couldn't hold back any longer, and they rushed out of the portal flapping their wings. Together with their brother, the white dragon Claude, they circled and soared in the sky above Lonely Mountain, emitting dragon roars one after another.
The sudden roar of a dragon echoed in the sky above the Lonely Mountain, attracting the attention of everyone including Gandalf.
Now the three baby dragons are very large. Even the white dragon, which has always been the smallest, has a wingspan of nearly eight meters. Its head alone can fill Daenerys' arms.
The largest black dragon, Skye, has a wingspan of more than ten meters, and has already begun to possess a majestic appearance that covers the sky and the sun.
However, compared to the evil dragon Smaug in Middle-earth, who is over a hundred years long, these three little guys are still a little young. Gandalf, Thorin and others did not feel too much danger when they saw the three little ones. They were just shocked as to why there were three baby dragons in the Lonely Mountain.
"Could it be that Sauron has formed an alliance with the dragon?"
Just as Gandalf was wondering, three young dragons suddenly swooped down and spewed flames at the most conspicuous giant in the Orc army.
Three raging dragon flames covered the troll's head, burning its entire head into flames. The catapult on the troll's back and the orc who operated the catapult were also turned into fire and ashes in the dragon flames.
A shrill cry came from the flames, and three young dragons flapped their wings and flew up, soaring above the orc army, spewing dragon flames alternately.
"What's going on?"
"The dragon actually attacked the orcs?"
"Are they on our side?"
Gandalf was full of doubts, but the endless stream of Orcs in front of him left him no time to think. He could only wield his two-handed sword to fight the ferocious Orcs in front of him. As for his staff...
What kind of staff is this? How can a staff be as useful as a two-handed greatsword!
“Puff——”
Gandalf swung the greatsword in his hand and cut the blade into the neck of the orc in front of him.
At the same time, the silver-haired queen wearing a dragon-shaped crown stood up from the throne, drew out the reforged Valyrian steel sword 'Dragon Queen', and swung it heavily towards the foot of the mountain.
“Boom—boom—boom—”
Needless to say, the thousand Unsullied soldiers guarding the throne slammed their shields with their steel swords.
The endless Dothraki cavalry on the grassland heard the roar of metal collision, as if they had received a signal to attack. They excitedly drew out their steel-forged Arakhs and urged their horses to rush towards the silver portal ahead.
"kill!!"
In an instant, the sound of shouting and killing like a tsunami came from the hillside of Lonely Mountain.
Thorin, Gandalf and others who were fighting hard with the Orc army turned their heads to look.
I saw dense Dothraki cavalry swooping down from the hillside.
If the goat riders of the Iron Hills were the sharp arrows that pierced through the defense line, then the Dothraki cavalry rushing down the hillside at this moment were the sharp swords that cut through the formation and the thunder that tore through the dark clouds.
With just one charge, the entire Orc army was cut in half by the Dothraki cavalry.
The lightly armored cavalry from another world were like an unstoppable torrent, tearing through the Orcs' army with ease. Then, the torrent broke into countless small tributaries, spreading into the panicked Orcs' army. They used their most accustomed tactics to divide the Orcs' army into countless small battlefields, and then relied on the advantage of the cavalry to divide and devour them.
"It's our reinforcements!"
Dain Ironfoot, who was riding on a porcupine, shouted in surprise.
Thorin frowned: "I don't remember calling for human reinforcements..."
"It's Legolas!"
Gandalf stared at the hillside with his sharp eyes, as if he could see across hundreds of meters. He saw the throne guarded by iron warriors and black-armored soldiers on the hillside, and Legolas standing beside the throne with a stunned expression.
"These are the reinforcements Legolas has called for!"
"Legolas..."
Thorin stared at the hillside in a daze, with countless complicated emotions welling up in his heart.
The dwarf Qili beside him said with relief: "He finally came back, at the most critical moment..."
His brother Fili added: “It’s just like the first day we met!”
Amid the thunderous shouts of the Dothraki cavalry, Daenerys calmly sat back on the throne, her chin in her hand, and she looked indifferently at the handsome elf on the hillside who was in a daze.
"Are you Legolas, the new member of the Alliance?"
"Yes, your majesty."
Legolas came back to his senses and saluted respectfully and gracefully.
Daenerys looked at Legolas with interest, chuckled and asked, "My name is Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen of A Song of Ice and Fire. You should have heard of my name, right?"
"...Of course I've heard of it."
Legolas suppressed his shock and nodded slightly.
Daenerys sat up straight, and her whole body seemed to exude a terrifying kingly aura.
She looked at Legolas, who had become more reserved, and said calmly, "Some people say that the temperament and demeanor of the Elf King Thranduil is a model for a king. How do you think I compare to him?"
Legolas was slightly startled, and after carefully considering his words, he said carefully: "Your Majesty, you and the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom are not the same kind of monarchs, how can you be compared with each other? The person who raised this question is trying to sow discord between you and the Woodland Kingdom. Please do not believe in slander and be a wise and benevolent monarch..."
“…”
After hearing Legolas' words, Daenerys's expression gradually became strange.
Suddenly, she chuckled, and the kingly aura emanating from her body melted away like ice and snow. She then looked at Lin Zhongtian, who was frowning beside her, like a playful girl next door.
"Boss, he said you were trying to sow discord between me and the Woodland Kingdom!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Legolas was immediately surprised, as if he had not expected that the person who made this comment was Lin Zhongtian.
Legolas said quickly: "Your Majesty, I don't know..."
"No problem!"
Lin Zhongtian waved his hand, interrupting him, then glanced at Daenerys and said unhappily, "Stop making trouble. I am only sharing with you the noble and elegant manner of a king. I do not mean to belittle you. Legolas is right. You are not the same kind of king as the elves. You are a hegemon, a tyrant, and a dragon that conquers the world. Why do you have to pursue nobility and elegance and pretend to sit at the same table with your prey..."
Hearing Lin Zhongtian's words which seemed to be derogatory but were actually praise, Daenerys unconsciously straightened her chest and a proud expression appeared on her face.
"Legolas." Daenerys said calmly, "I will give you five thousand cavalrymen, and you can do what you want to do!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Legolas thanked him softly, then jumped onto the Dothraki horse led by the black-armored soldier, and took a Targaryen banner embroidered with three golden dragons from another black-armored soldier.
"Shhhhhhhhh——"
The horse neighed loudly and carried Legolas into the dense army of orcs at the foot of the hill.
Legolas held the general's flag in one hand and drew his elven sword with the other, continuously slashing at the orcs he could see in front of him.
The Dothraki cavalry passing by him would spontaneously follow him as soon as they saw the flag embroidered with a golden dragon, and charge into the Orc army with him.
Soon, there were thousands of Dothraki cavalry behind Legolas.
There was even a Dothraki warrior who took up the banner for him and followed him towards the Lonely Mountain.
With the help of thousands of brave Dothraki warriors, Legolas easily killed his way through the Orcs' vanguard and came to Thorin, Gandalf and others with thousands of Dothraki cavalry.
Looking at the familiar handsome face on the tall horse, Thorin's eyes became extremely complicated.
After a long silence, Thorin said softly, "I didn't expect you to come."
Legolas said calmly: "I didn't expect that I would come..."
After the words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two became silent again.
"Legolas, my friend, I am very glad that you are willing to come to our aid no matter what."
Gandalf smiled and tried to smooth things over. He looked at the thousands of Dothraki cavalrymen behind Legolas and asked, "I'm just curious, where did you get these reinforcements carrying dragon banners from?"
“…”
Legolas did not answer directly, but turned to look at the three black-armored warriors mixed in with the Dothraki cavalry behind him.
One of the black-armored warriors rode out, looked at Gandalf, and whispered in fluent Middle-earth's common language: "Sir Gandalf, a lord asked me to give you a gift. He said that as long as you see this gift, you will naturally know his identity..."
Before he finished speaking, two other black-armored warriors came over, carrying a long, hideous-looking weapon.
This is a Guandao sword about two meters long. It is bright silver in color. The blade and handle are forged from alloy, hard and heavy. There are seven holy white crystals inlaid on the blade. The edge of the blade is shining with cold light and its edge is exposed. There is also a silver wolf head wrapped at the root of the blade, forming the shape of a wolf's mouth swallowing the blade.
Seeing the shape of the Guan Dao and the silver wolf head in front of him, Gandalf knew the identity of the gift giver.
"So you are Livia's reinforcements!"
Gandalf laughed heartily, put the greatsword back into the scabbard, grabbed the alloy Guandao as thick as a child's arm and started swinging it.
For a moment, whistling air circulated around him, and the heavy Guandao in his hand was wielded freely like a wooden staff.
"Bang--"
Gandalf slammed the sword in his hand heavily on the ground, cracking the hard stone road, and then looked at the Unsullied who was responsible for delivering the message and said with a smile: "Please tell Sir Geralt that I am very satisfied with the staff he gave me!"
“…”
Thorin and the dwarves looked at each other.
This is a magic wand?!
Not only Thorin and the dwarves, but Legolas couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Seeing the gifts delivered, the three Unsullied jumped on their horses and galloped towards the hillside.
Gandalf looked towards the hillside and smiled at Lin Zhongtian who was standing beside the throne from a distance of several hundred meters.
Afterwards, Legolas led thousands of Dothraki cavalry to rush to Dale, ready to rescue Bard and the human army in Lake Town.
He had promised Bain that he would bring his father back safely...
After Legolas led his troops away, Gandalf, who had obtained the new staff, rushed towards the orcs first, escorting Thorin and his dwarf companions forward.
They planned to break through the enemy's formation, rush up the south slope, kill Azog, the King of the Northern Orcs who was in charge of commanding the Orc army on the high slope, and put an end to this sudden Battle of Five Armies once and for all.
On the throne of Dongpo, Daenerys, who had witnessed everything, couldn't help but complain: "Boss, is this the gift you gave to Gandalf?"
"Yes!" Lin Zhongtian said with a smile, "Isn't this better than that broken piece of wood?"
Looking at Gandalf who was killing everyone at the foot of the hill, Daenerys had to nod in acknowledgment.
Judging from the efficiency of killing enemies, this thing is indeed much more useful than that wooden staff...
Just like that, tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalrymen from another world rushed into the battlefield like gods descended from the sky, instantly reversing the situation and defeating the aggressive 25,000-plus northern orc army. Even though Azog on the south slope kept ordering his men to wave flags, he was unable to reorganize the orc army that was in fear and despair.
Three giant dragons circled above the orcs' heads, constantly spewing hot dragon flames, bringing more fear and despair to the orcs.
More than twenty giant monsters that came with the army were killed by the scorching dragon flames. The catapults and battering rams on their backs were turned into charred wood and ashes in the scorching flames before they could be used.
Thorin and his dwarf companions, wielding battle axes, rushed up the south slope under the cover of Gandalf and the Dothraki cavalry, and fought with Azog, the king of the northern orcs, at the top of the south slope, and finally succeeded in killing Azog.
With the death of Azog, this unique Battle of Five Armies finally came to an end.