Journey of the Infinite Wizard

Fingolfin's death was a very sad event to all the Noldor. Fast updates and no ads. His death not only brought the morale of all the elves into a low ebb, but also had a very bad influence on the prospect of capturing Angband. The offensive of the West Route Legion and the death of the supreme commander made the situation very bad from the very beginning, and it had a profound impact on the next offensive and future planning of all the elves.

Morgoth was furious, not only because of his left foot, but also because of the scars on his face, and the scars left by Thorondor were completely printed on his face. He looked at the back of Thorondo who was going away quickly, and the anger in his heart was full of anger. However, Thorondor, the king of the eagles, flew extremely fast. The moment he grabbed Fingolfin's body, he quickly climbed to a height that was completely unreachable by half-orc archers. Then he flapped his wings and left calmly.

Morgoth was so angry that he ordered his army to attack the Noldor who were surrounded by him. He roared at the top of his voice, "Kill them, kill them all, I want them to die!!!"

The Noldor elves, who fought hard, had already forgotten everything when Fingolfin died in battle. At this moment, they had only one thought in their hearts. revenge! ! !

Facing the army of half-orcs pouring in like a tide, the besieged army of elves formed a large circle in the shape of a ring. People are fighting, people are crowding, shields are pressed against the backs of their companions, spears are facing the enemy, all kinds of long-range weapons in the circle are pouring down like a shower on the endless half-orc phalanx.

The cavalry legion led by Fingon, facing the sea of ​​orcs, was like a solitary boat, ready to overturn at any time. They kept slashing and slashing with swords, and their physical strength was already almost exhausted. They were all supported by the anger and belief in their hearts. Facing the orcs who came forward one after another, the besieged Fingon kept slashing and slashing with his sword. His weapons, armor, horses and even his body were covered with sticky and disgusting blood.

However, their resistance was so negligible in the face of the almost endless orcs. Every counterattack was quickly overwhelmed by half-orcs as large as the ocean. The soldiers around him continued to die in battle, and the number was getting smaller and smaller, while the number of enemies was still not very small. With a roar, the tall Balrog with flames lingering all over his body came out, and they were hidden behind from the beginning to now. Now, by the command of Morgoth, the Balrog also stepped into battle again.

The position of the throat was red like magma, and the fiery flame was brewing, followed by the astonishingly hot gunpowder being spit out.

Wherever the fire went, no matter whether it was an orc or an elf, they howled to death, and were burned to ashes by the hot gunpowder! The tall and strong Balrog transformed into two gunpowder whips with both hands, and between the twitches, the bones were separated. On a battlefield dominated by elves and half-orcs, the existence of Balrog is a symbol of almost invincibility, even for high elves.

The dispatch of the Balrog also represented Morgoth's impatience. Although the elves, humans, and dwarves were doing their best to fight, trying to break out of the siege. However, the number of half-orcs is really too much. God knows how many half-orcs Morgoth has created in nearly five hundred years. I am afraid that even Morgoth does not know this number. Morgoth, who hates Iluvatar's children, Vera, and everything else, has already gone completely crazy. His madness has already been transmitted to Valinor through the atmosphere and wind, and passed into Vera's ears!

In the same way, the Villas are also seeing the ongoing war, and they are also very anxious. However, due to the original prophecy, they will not give the elves any help.

The coalition forces of the three races under siege are almost exhausted. Every soldier has fought so far, only waving the weapons in their hands mechanically. Fighting to the present, they are almost desperate, and they have long given up any hope of fighting out.

Each of them is in danger under the endless impact of the half-orcs, and each of them has reached the limit. They don't know how many orcs they killed, and the corpses piled up on the ground,

It has long been a mountain of corpses. Orcs, elves, humans, and dwarves, the blood gathered and polluted the earth, and it has become a stream.

The next moment, the endless orcs charged again, they were brave enough to charge regardless of the cost. Under Morgoth's command, they would only go on, not back.

At this moment, there was a continuous roaring sound from the distant land, a roaring sound like a landslide and a landslide. For a moment, the noisy and tragic battlefield came to an abrupt end.

Everyone's eyes focused on where the sound came from, whether it was elves, humans, dwarves or half-orcs. Their eyes looked in the direction of the sound, and a dark figure was reflected in their pupils. They have elves and humans. Every knight straddles a war horse, covered in armor, and rushes forward with an indomitable momentum.

The coalition forces of the three clans, who were surrounded and almost desperate, burst into shouts that shook the world, and then their exhausted physical strength burst into vigorous vitality. Everyone, regardless of their own lives, rushes to kill all enemies that can be seen and encountered around them. The sharp battle sword in his hand had already collapsed and broken in the constant slashing. They picked up the weapons of the dead Paoze, picked up the weapons of the enemy, and rushed to join forces with the supporting reinforcements.

Fingon also heaved a sigh of relief and led the remaining cavalry to join the large army. With their efforts, Fingon successfully joined them. Afterwards, everyone rushed in the direction of the reinforcements, desperately rushing to kill.

A strong desire to survive, or an instinct for survival, forced them to exert their super strength.

And at this time, Morgoth also knew clearly that the elves wanted to retreat, how could he let them get what they wanted? Under his command, two evil dragons rushed from the endless mountains in the distance, and a Balrog wandering on the battlefield kept blocking the elves like crazy. His powerful strength made him like a tiger like a sheep, unstoppable. At this time, the heroic Turgon stood up, he approached the Balrog with a long sword in his hand and escorted by soldiers, and then began to fight with the Balrog.

At this time, the more than 7,000 cavalry led by Cirdan also began to charge, the spears in their hands were clamped, and the horses began to speed up. Originally they led an army of 8,000 men, but on the way here, in order to kill the evil dragon chasing them, they lost time and paid a price of nearly 1,000 men before they killed one evil dragon and drove away the other. .

Although they don't have many troops now, they are undoubtedly a vital force for the coalition forces of the three races who are currently under siege.

The powerful cavalry showed their invincible power, easily tore a hole, and continued to charge forward quickly. Under the impact of Cirdan regardless of casualties, they soon got closer and closer to the beleaguered coalition forces of the three races, but when they got here, they had to pay a very heavy price for every step forward.

However, at this moment, no one cares about these things, they only have one purpose, and they have only one belief at this moment. Rush out, kill out, go home!