"We need to speed up, this Borg guy is running away so fast!" Roland looked at the scattered and messy footprints extending towards the Lonely Mountain. It seemed that the remaining orcs should be joining the northern orcs outside the city of Erebor.
"The next battle may be a tough one! We don't have any forbidden spells anymore. I mean we should all unite our forces." Although Roland also felt that Thranduil was a bit of a jerk, the more important goal was to defeat the orcs. If the woodland elves were really allowed to take the lead, it might be another disastrous defeat at the Black Gate. After all, the tactic of adding fuel to the fire was the most idiotic tactic.
"I have no objection." Bai Yi shook his head.
"It doesn't matter to us grassland elves. After all, we only have so few troops, so you can do whatever you want to us!" Van Erwei shrugged. He knew that Roland would not let him die in vain, so he said fearlessly.
"I... have no objection." Iovia pondered for a moment and finally agreed with Roland's idea. He understood that banding together for warmth was the best way. Although the orcs were badly injured, the orcs in the north were hardly damaged at all and were still suppressing Irebor. Although they could not break through Irebor, the panic and damage they brought to Irebor were real.
Faced with the well-disciplined army of orcs, a single flaw in the coalition forces could cause the collapse of the entire army. Even a lion would use all its strength to fight a rabbit, but the coalition forces are not lions, and the orcs are certainly not rabbits.
"Stop advancing! Reorganize the army!" Thranduil turned around and said.
Under the arrangement of several lords, the order of the entire coalition was readjusted. At the front were 600 torrent infantry holding tower shields, followed by nearly 2,000 star elves and woodland elf rangers arranged in a square formation, and 2,000 elven archers followed behind the rangers. The soldiers of Losenniel City were arranged on the right wing of the archers, while Renault led the Holy Knights, heavy cavalry and Badaniyan archers to move back and forth on the left wing. Because he could not rule out the possibility of something emerging from the dark forest on the left, Roland decisively allocated the mobile forces to the left wing.
"Speed up! We can't wait for the orcs to regroup. We have to destroy them before they can react!" Iovia urged. He didn't want his people to sacrifice their lives to fill the crater left by the orcs!
"Changhu!" Everyone pointed at the frozen lake in front of them in amazement. The vast lake surface had been frozen by ice. Under the sunlight, it looked like a silver mirror embedded in the earth, dazzling and sacred.
"The orcs are crossing the lake!" Lance squatted down and touched the black spots in the snow. It was the blood flowing from the injured orcs. The freezing wind froze the blood into ice the moment it hit the ground.
"The ice is very thick, enough to bear the weight of the knights running!" Radil closed his eyes, and the magic power instantly penetrated his body and swept around himself. Under the illumination of his powerful mental power, the half-meter thick ice layer was clearly reflected in his mind.
"Cross the lake! Chase the orcs!" Roland, unsuspecting, led his cavalry onto the ice...
"Goddess of Nature! Please bless this ice layer and don't let it break..." Van Erwei was sweating profusely. He didn't realize that Van Erwei was afraid of deep water.
"Let's go! Stop dawdling!" Maple Leaf Purple looked helpless. A dignified sixth-rank hunter! How could he be afraid of this thing? He was even inferior to a third-rank great knight like him.
"Pass quickly!" Iovia said calmly.
"Cross the lake!" Thranduil said with a cold face. He was so angry that he just wanted to chop down a group of orcs to vent his anger. This time he was fooled by the orcs and was embarrassed throughout the North. This made the proud Elf King ashamed and angry. Only the blood of the enemies could wash away his shame.
"My lord!" The sound of flapping wings came from the sky, and Kaslo, riding a four-legged flying dragon, fell from the sky. Cardo's sharp claws deeply embedded in the ice and left scratches of several meters before he stopped in front of Roland.
"Borg went straight to the Lonely Mountain! Erebor has been besieged! Dwarves and humans are fighting hard on the city wall! The orcs have set up a camp at the foot of the Lonely Mountain. The situation is not favorable for us!" Caslo quickly told the results of his investigation.
"How many orc troops are there?" Roland asked this most crucial question.
"There are nearly 20,000 people, and it seems that Thorin and Bud did not succeed in inflicting much damage on them!" Kaslo thought for a while and said.
"How is that possible?" Roland and the others were stunned. Even Thranduil had an incredible expression on his face. Although the elves and dwarves were not on good terms, even the elves had to acknowledge the dwarves' fighting power. After all, the Dwarf Berserker Legion that shocked the world left an indelible memory on the world in the First and Second Ages.
"There are too many orc archers! At least 5,000 of them! The dwarves and the humans of Dale were suppressed by the rain of arrows!" Kaslo explained.
"..." Everyone's faces were suddenly filled with shock. It was the first time in their lives that they heard the long-range firepower of the siege suppressed the long-range firepower of the defenders.
"Snap!" Roland slapped his head, instantly realizing that there were so few serious archers in the entire dwarf race! The existence of Qili was nothing short of bizarre among the dwarves. After all, dwarves, who believed in force, had an unparalleled obsession with close combat.
After spending half a day crossing the Long Lake, the coalition forces finally saw the ruins of Long Lake Town in the lake. Roland could clearly feel the loss written on the faces of the Lagrande soldiers and the sadness in their eyes... In their memories, this place was once the pearl of the northern border of the empire!
"One day, I will come back and rebuild this place!" Roland thought to himself as he glanced at the people with sad faces.
Finally, when his warhorse crossed the lake and landed on the shore, Roland felt the solid ground beneath his feet, and a wave of relief washed over him. Although he knew the ice was solid, Roland still felt a bit apprehensive about walking on it. Middle-earth was teeming with magical beasts, and water wasn't a knight's preferred battlefield.
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"Eruber..." Thranduil murmured as he gazed at the Lonely Mountain reaching into the sky in the distance. This was his third time coming here. Who would have thought that he, who had refused to help the dwarves back then, would now take the initiative to come and rescue these dwarves whom he looked down upon.
Fate! Indescribable!
The Lonely Mountain is just around the corner, the Orcs are at the gates, and the battle that will decide the fate of the North will be decided today.
The orcs also discovered this ill-intentioned army. This coalition of humans and elves had just destroyed a large army of orcs not long ago. The orcs who fled in panic spread the news of their reputation and power here.
Bolger stood in the camp, quietly observing the coalition forces before him. The enemy's devastating dragon knight hadn't appeared, only the flying dragon knights dancing in the sky. This discovery reassured Bolger considerably. If the dragon knight were here, he would have turned and fled without a word. But now, there was still hope of destroying the enemy before him and avenging his father. After all, it was twenty thousand versus five thousand! The advantage was mine! Bolger pondered inwardly as the orc army, which was currently attacking the city, slowly retreated from the foot of Erebor.
"Soldiers! We are about to face the toughest battle! We will face tens of thousands of wasteland orcs! They are strong and powerful! They are well-equipped! We do not have the protection of the city walls! We do not have the help of dragon knights! We only have weapons in our hands and trustworthy comrades! But I firmly believe that we can defeat them! I firmly believe that the darkness will eventually dissipate at dawn! I firmly believe that you are the brightest light in this dark age! For our homeland! For our people! For our future! Allied forces! Raise your weapons and crush them!" Roland raised the dragon-slaying sword in his hand and shouted in front of the formation. His passionate speech instantly aroused the morale of the coalition forces!
"Kill!" Roland roared, waving the sword in his hand.
"Kill!" the coalition forces roared in unison.
"Kill!" Roland's voice rose again.
"Kill!" The coalition forces' roar reached the sky.
"Kill!" Roland roared with a heart-wrenching cry of killing. Then he galloped away. As he cried out, countless shadows passed through him, transforming into one clone after another! A single rider could defeat a thousand! Launch!
"Kill!" The coalition forces followed Roland's footsteps and rushed towards the orcs in the distance.