"Ding ding ding!" The town's alarm bells rang wildly, and militiamen wearing leather armor and holding wooden spears emerged one after another. They quickly climbed up the three-meter-high city wall and stood behind the breastwork, staring at the wilderness in the mist with timidity, determination and tension in their eyes.
"What happened?" Beorn, who was as tall as a giant, quickly grabbed a running militiaman and asked.
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"I don't know, my lord... The alarm bell in the watchtower has sounded, we have to go up to the city wall to defend." After the militiaman finished speaking quickly, he saluted Bion hurriedly and immediately ran towards his position.
"Hey! What the hell? Is there an invasion? That shouldn't be the case. How can orcs get into this godforsaken place?" Beorn said in a muffled voice. He scratched his head and decided to go to the watchtower to take a look.
"Guards, what happened? Why are you ringing the alarm?" Bion came to the watchtower and asked the guards who were still ringing the bells.
"My lord! There are so many people! A huge crowd! They are fully armed... They will bring death! The surging silver light is the sharp edge of their weapons..." the guards stammered.
"Be brave, boy! You may have the talent to be a bard..." Beorn looked at the guards' trembling legs and pale faces, shook his head and smiled, and at the same time sighed in his heart. The life of human beings in this era was really difficult... These displaced refugees were always worried about their safety at any time. These rabble who just put down their dung forks and picked up weapons had no fighting power at all, but because their families were here, although they were extremely scared, no one was willing to escape.
"Alas..." Various kinds of people flashed through Beon's eyes one after another. He sighed helplessly and spoke to comfort her.
"People! I am with you! The Druin family of bearskins is with you! I will fight with you until the last moment! Until you are unwilling to fight or your life ends! I will defend our homeland! Long live Carlock!" Beorn roared.
"Hurray! For our homeland!"
"Fight! Fight for our homeland!"
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"Oh my God...it's so noisy in there?" Caslo scratched his ears. The deafening mobilization sound had already reached here.
"Something is not right... There is murderous intent! The hostility there is so strong!" Omsk frowned. He vaguely felt the hostility there. This was a small talent of the Light and Shadow Knight.
"Maybe we scared them..." Roland shrugged and nodded behind him.
Look, look, a thousand-man armored force descended upon this desolate place. The sunlight reflected from their armor was blinding even from miles away. Who wouldn't be terrified by such a vast, unfamiliar army? Even in this impoverished Middle-earth, a thousand-man armored force could have waged an epic battle. When a mountain of gleaming tin cans pressed down upon you, anyone would lose the courage to resist.
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"Oh! Goddess of Nature! Have you abandoned us?" Beorn, who had climbed to the top of the wall, looked up. He dared to swear in the name of nature! He almost fainted at the sight of the gleaming armor, so conspicuous in the mist. At that moment, he almost shouted, "Let's all run for our lives..."
However, Bion had some knowledge after all. He understood that if they held the city, there was still a possibility of turning the situation around, but if they abandoned the protection of the city walls and fled, there would be no chance of survival. Even if he and his people could escape danger, those ordinary people would definitely die.
"Goddess of Nature bless you..." Beon prayed devoutly. If the enemy came with bad intentions and a fight really broke out... he could only pray for a miracle to happen.
"Oh my God! There must be at least a thousand people here!" exclaimed a sharp-eyed hunter.
"Quiet! Prepare for battle! Our families are here. If you don't want your wife and children to become playthings, then act like a man! Northern humans will never surrender!" Beorn shouted.
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"It seems like we scared them..." Roland grinned as he looked at the heavily guarded city.
"Raise your shields!" Omsk suddenly ordered.
"Ka!" With uniform movements, all the Lagran soldiers raised their shields.
"Defend!" Balin waved his hand and ordered.
"Wow!" The dwarves also raised their shields.
"What?" Roland immediately showed a black question mark face.
"What's this for? We don't intend to start a war!" Roland said hurriedly.
"As you said, we scared them. In order to prevent us from suffering losses due to their extreme behavior, we are prepared." Caslo shrugged. After all, it is common for people to accidentally fire when they are nervous.
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"Human army? That's a dwarf army! How could there be a coalition of humans and dwarves in the North?" Beorn recognized the battle flag of the dwarf Longbeard Clan through the mist. It was a red flag (symbolizing the fire of smelting) with a snowflake pattern on the edge (representing the Longbeard Clan). Two axes and a hammer were crossed on a black iron felt, and above them the blue Arken gem was shining.
"The Kingdom of the Lonely Mountain!" Beorntongkong shrank back. He knew that the Dwarves had recaptured the Lonely Mountain and he had even entertained members of the advance team. But he never expected that the Dwarves would form a legion in just a short time. It seemed that they were going to do something big again. And there was undoubtedly only one target in the North that was worth the Dwarves' mobilization of troops - the Mines of Moria!
"Hey! Lord! We have never seen that flag before." Bion's people shouted, pointing to the Lagrang dragon flag that was fluttering in the wind and was barely visible.
"We seem to have seen that flag before...it's called something like La-Lang. We were able to build this gathering place thanks to those people's gold coins." Beorn scratched his head but couldn't remember clearly.
"Let's see, they shouldn't have any ill intentions..." Beorn said uncertainly. He really couldn't imagine that apart from orcs and those savage creatures, there was any other intelligent race that would be interested in his shabby little gathering place.
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"Boom!" Everyone's footsteps fell in unison, making a uniform muffled sound. Looking at the militiamen who were cowering on the top of the city wall, Omsk grinned. They turned out to be a bunch of cowards. It looked like they had just put down their dung forks not long ago, right?
"The great Romanian conqueror! Guardian of the North! Ruler of the Rapid River! Great Lord of the Dragon Kingdom! One of the human leaders! His Highness Roland, King of the Kingdom of Lagran, is here to visit us! Please ask your lords to give us the proper etiquette, and we will decide our attitude towards you based on your choice!" Omsk, riding on an abyss warhorse, trotted to the city gate with his lance held high and shouted.
Obviously, after hearing the long list of titles, regardless of whether it was true or not, these ignorant country farmers were all stunned and turned their heads away, not daring to look at Omsk.
"Puff!" Roland nearly spit out his breath. He almost wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground after hearing Omsk's introduction. What the hell was this? Where were these gangs fighting each other using names? What kind of nonsense was this? And the Conqueror of the Romanians? Roland just slapped him in the face with an Alexander!
"This is the territory of the Bearskin Clan! One of the northern human settlements! We rule the town of Carlock, the entrance to the Old Pass, the Carr Rock Ferry, and the Old Forest Road! I am Lord Beorn here! Welcome, Your Majesty. May I ask what your purpose is? What can we do for you?" Roland never expected someone to respond in a serious manner...
Responded...
Promise...
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At that moment, Roland felt a sudden sense of utter alienation. What was this? How could this conversation start so awkwardly? I was tired... let it go.