Journey of the Infinite Wizard

The shocking sound that happened far away in the Iron Mountain Range, naturally cannot be concealed from the elves. The continuous spewing black smoke and poisonous gas filled the air, and wherever it went, life was wiped out. With the spread of black smoke and poisonous gas, the endless Ardgaran Plain turned into a deadly realm in an instant. Moreover, black smoke and poisonous gas are still spreading.

In the direction of the east road, Maedhros and his brothers were fighting fiercely with the orc army at this moment. Following the intensive shooting like a heavy rain, a dense shower of sword rain shot out as the archer let go of the bowstring in his hand. After landing, a large number of half-orcs fell to the ground with arrows, and then another round of arrows shot out densely, taking another wave of life, followed by another round of salvo. In the middle, even if the half-orc resisted with a shield, it was difficult to fully protect, and then Maedhros ordered the trebuchet to shell the boulder again. The huge stone crushed to death quite a few half-orcs. At this time, with a thick dragon roar in the sky, four evil dragons spit fire and flew down.

"Shoot them down." Maedhros roared. As soon as he delivered the order, an elf swung a huge crossbow bolt, loaded a shaft of dark black arrows, and then aimed at the giant dragon in the sky. . However, in the past hundreds of years, whether it was the dragons made by Morgoth in the early days or later, they had already matured, and they were hard to hurt with scales and swords. The huge black arrows hit their scales, but did not cause any damage except for a burst of sparks.

Maedhros' complexion changed drastically, and he almost screamed hoarsely, delivering his orders. Hundreds of huge bed crossbows were pulled by the ballista, and then loaded with black arrows one by one for intensive shooting. And at this moment, Maedhros, who was always watching the sky, finally heard a pleasant voice. A giant dragon was shot, roaring in pain and hitting the ground, with a huge black arrow sticking out of his chest. Maedhros was overjoyed, but at this moment, bad luck had also come, and the remaining three dragons flew one after another, breathing fire from their mouths. The army of elves that burned down, many elves, dwarves and humans, died of painful wailing under the flames of the dragon. The corners of Maedhros' eyes almost burst, he whipped the horse under him, and rushed over with a long sword in his hand. His brother tried desperately to pull him back, but Maedhros had already rushed out. Afterwards, a fine rain of arrows shot at the dragon, but at this time the army of orcs had also approached.

Maglor roared loudly, and the shields formed an indestructible shield wall. The tall and strong elves, the short and talented dwarves, and the nimble humans stood together to resist the impact of the orcs. A sharp spear more than two meters long was erected, adding an almost impenetrable weapon to the shield wall. Following the intensive rain of arrows, they shot down a large number of orcs, and then the sharp spears shot quickly, stabbing many orcs to death. However, there were still wolf cavalrymen who crossed the shield wall, and the elves who had already been waiting in the rear quickly attacked with arrows and shields. And the evil dragon flying in the sky swooped down again, aiming at the indestructible shield wall.

Maedhros was well aware of the consequences, and he slashed and killed the orcs who stood in his way. Then he dismounted, stepped onto a bed crossbow, and took out a black arrow to aim at the dragon. As the black arrow flew out, it hit the dragon's eye. The dragon instantly fell to the ground like a broken kite, but the shield wall also shattered on the dragon's body, and the defense line composed of elves, dwarves, and humans was broken. Then, the endless half-orcs rushed over.

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In the direction of the army on the west road, the army led by Fingolfin, Finrod and Turgon is also engaged in a fierce battle with the army commanded by Morgoth at the moment. The armies of both sides fought together, the shield wall and spears kept protecting the line of defense, and the archers kept releasing arrows as dense as a shower. At the same time, the brave Fingolfin led a team of cavalry, and violently charged and killed the orc wolf cavalry. His sharp eyes and hatred stared at Morgoth's position, and he rushed forward.

When Morgoth saw this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Under his command, a huge army of orcs gradually wanted to surround the armies of the three tribes. Seeing this, Finrod led a team of elves to form a line of defense again to support the frontal shield wall defense. At the same time, Turgon also formed a shield wall for defense. Behind the three shield walls, trebuchets, bed crossbows and archers used all their skills to kill all possible enemies. The huge bed crossbow continuously fired black arrows in an attempt to kill the dragons that kept coming.

"Turgon!!!" Finrod screamed loudly, his voice was difficult to be effective in the noisy battlefield, but the ears of the high elves were much stronger than their descendants. So that Turgon heard Finrod's cry very clearly. He turned his head and looked, and Finrod told him, "Send someone to Yinenville for help, and say that we have suffered the main attack of Morgoth. !"

"Understood!"

Turgon slashed an orc, and answered with a loud voice, and at his command, a dozen elf horsemen rushed out under their cover to call for help. And Fingolfin, under the protection of his son, kept rushing to kill the tight battle line composed of half-orcs. The bravery of the high elves is fully displayed at this moment.

They can perform super-difficult tactics of slashing with swords and archery on galloping horses. Together with the brave Fingolfin, the elf cavalry and human cavalry slashed and killed all the enemies they could see. At the same time, their impact also made it difficult for the half-orcs to fully suppress them. Under Fingolfin's brave fight, the defense line formed by the three shield walls began to advance slowly. Catapults, bed crossbows and the intensive firepower of archers, support Fingolfin as much as possible!

Morgoth watched this moment with cold eyes. No matter how many orcs were killed or injured, he didn't care at all. He just didn't expect that the high elves would be so tenacious and brave at the moment. However, this did not hinder Morgoth's mood at all. He was not worried about this. The number of his army was several times that of the elves in front of him.

He commanded the nearly endless orcs, let Fingolfin and them in without showing a trace. Then, he quickly closed the gap, trying to surround them in one fell swoop.

Seeing this, Fingolfin's eldest son Fingon's face changed greatly. He rushed to his father Fingolfin's side and said anxiously: "Father, Morgoth intends to surround us, and we can't go any further. We should keep our distance. , and join Finrod and the others, maintain the established defense line from collapsing, and wait for an opportunity to counterattack!"

Fingolfin's blood sank slightly as he charged fiercely. He looked back and found that the situation was exactly as his son said. He naturally knew that continuing to charge would only make him farther and farther away from the army. Just about to turn back to join the army, Clinker Morgoth had already expected this, and he summoned the Balrog. Three tall Balrogs, surrounded by flames, directly smashed the orc army blocking the way. They spewed fierce fire from their mouths, and burned all the elves, humans, dwarves or half-orcs they saw along the way to death.

With their tall bodies, thick tails, and strong limbs, coupled with the raging fire in their mouths, they quickly and fiercely charged the array of elf cavalry. And, with the fastest and violent attack, the elf cavalry were divided into two.

"Morgoth!!!"

Fingolfin drove the war horse under his crotch, and slashed vigorously, dodging the attack of the Balrog. At the same time, he quickly rushed to a Balrog, and jumped on the horse, onto the back of the Balrog. The sharp sword Rinjill in his hand pierced the Balrog's head violently. As the Balrog screamed in pain, his bright eyes gradually dimmed, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Fingolfin killed a Balrog, which greatly inspired the morale of the elves. They fought hard, repelling the half-orcs who were constantly approaching, and expanding the space for their own movement. Afterwards, the war horse galloped and ran fast, and the elf, who was riding, shooting and slashing, kept killing the half-orcs around him. Fingolfin, on the other hand, continued to charge forward. The anger in his heart, the death of his clansmen, had already burst out when Morgoth appeared. The fire of hatred in his heart, the anger suppressed for hundreds of years, erupted unstoppably like an exploding volcano at this moment. In his ears, he couldn't hear his son's call, nor could he hear the fighting on the battlefield. At this moment, in his eyes and in his heart, there was only one figure, that terrifying figure in black armor sitting astride a war horse.

"Mogoth!!!" 7432