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These monsters and ogres are absolutely useless to face the dragon, not to mention the Maya-class Smaug, which has been evil in the Eastern Earth for many years, and has occupied the isolated mountain for a long time. It is almost the overlord here.

On this day, people finally recalled the pain dominated by the fire dragon.

Three monsters and five monsters killed many monsters and ogres, and sprayed a few mouthfuls of dragon inflammation on the way of flight, causing huge damage to the Orc Legion. Seeing that the remaining monsters and ogres had begun to escape the battlefield ignoring the order, Anyang used a spell to make Smaug give up attacking them and turned his eyes to the distant Raven Ridge, the Orc Legion Command Flag, the Legion Commander Where Erg is.

Fire Dragon fluttered his wings, turned around, swept the battlefield straight, and flew in the direction of Raven Ridge.

But within a moment, it flew to Raven Ridge.

"Roar!"

The fire dragon roared, but now there were only two large flags and a few drums above Raven Ridge. A long horn fell to the ground, and all the orcs escaped when they heard the wind.

It was suddenly furious, spitting out a dragon flame, burning the flag and the big drum and exhausting it!

Then he circled around the top of Raven Ridge a few times, and immediately turned his eyes to the stone building on Raven Ridge, and turned and flew past.

"boom!"

A mouthful of Longyan hit a building, and the solid stone building suddenly collapsed like a heavy artillery.

Several orcs appeared, panicking.

The fire dragon flew up immediately, extended the huge faucet to the building window, and there was another long dragon sip.

"Boom ..."

The building quickly turned into gravel.

Through the eyes of the fire dragon, Anyang still found no trace of Bolger, and I wondered whether he had escaped or was buried by the collapsed building. However, he was too late to control the fierce dragon to fly back and attack the half-orc reloading regiment that was arraying against the elven shield.

Approximately two minutes later, the Fire Dragon was at the time when the battlefield was showing its strong wind, but it suddenly seemed to be pulled out of power, waving its wings, and suddenly fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

It happened to be in the camp of dwarves and elves, and at once it was unknown how many dwarves and elves were killed.

Looking at this huge dragon body, there was an uproar in the battlefield.

At this point, it never climbed again.

Borg never appeared again, he did not adopt the strategy of Asoge in the plot, the Orc was such a legion from beginning to end. Although the number is indeed terrifying, even once dwarves and elves were hanged, but once this army defeated them, there was no room for maneuver.

There was a fire dragon raging in the past, and the Orcs suffered heavy losses. The Fire Dragon just left the battlefield. The giant eagle and the skin changer came again. The defeat of the Orcs was a foregone conclusion.

Such a war with disparity in strength can be defeated and defeated. It is enough to be included in the history of Middle-earth.

Rao is so, the dwarves, elves and humans have been fighting for a whole day before they defeated all the orcs!

This is because this war is not a war between countries, but a war between races and races, camps and camps. The two sides are not fighting for a victory or defeat, but a life and death. Only one can survive. It is said that there is no weapons to surrender. Except that a few half-orcs escaped in the end, the rest of the time has been fighting!

The Smaug Wilderness was completely stained with blood, but everything calmed down and the battlefield was covered with corpses.

There are dwarves, elves, and humans, and more are half-orcs, and there are giant monsters and ogre bodies that can be found on the battlefield at a glance ... or spears and sword wounds, or bodies Pierced by arrow feathers, even the raging dragon inflammation was stained, and the flame was burning.

This is not a magnificent and powerful poem, nor a hymn that ignites blood. This is a purgatory, a purgatory that has buried countless iron-bone warriors and a determined hero.

No one but the poet wants to come to this place.

The poet ... just think about it.

"The selected person completes task one."

The cold sound of the system suddenly sounded in my head.

Anyang quickly reached out the phone and glanced at the task panel. The progress bar of the first task seemed to have finished, and the progress bar of the total task had also gone more than half. Obviously the second task was much simpler.

At the same time, his own power has returned. To be precise, the shackles that bound him are gone. Apart from the power, all special abilities are restored.

Anyang took a deep breath.

"His! ... comfortable!"

He then lowered his head and looked into the battlefield.

Dan, the militant, was also exhausted and panting, and the pig under his seat kept spitting foam. He glanced around with the warhammer, and then shouted with the warhammer held high.

"Win! We won!"

"This group of dogs is haggled, haha, and finally won!"

Thranduil sat on the back of the big horned deer and watched him go crazy, then reached out and touched the scars of the sword on the back of the big horned deer, murmured something softly, as if he was reading a magic spell, or as if he was appeasing it. .

Then, he narrowed his eyes and swept across the battlefield, but he showed a bit of sorrow and regret.

Looking down the battlefield, although there were many elves still standing, they were obviously injured slightly, and the uninjured were almost tired and almost straight. But he was most distressed by the corpses of the ground. The golden armor of the elf warrior was well recognized in the dark tones of the battlefield, one after another, all over the corners of the battlefield.

This made him almost want to go crazy!

This is an elf! Noble and immortal elves! It's not a dwarf race that only knocks a hammer, or a mortal with a short life span! It's ... his people.

But now these elves are all down to the ground, the former elegance is only silent, lifeless, and some are still corpses by cruel orcs, or broken pieces of armor, or thick and short arrows, only from Occasionally, only a few unpolluted faces can see their beauty.

Thrandil held the hilt tightly, and his other hand clenched into a fist, trembling slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and said, "Hell the army to gather, bandage the wounded, organize the carriage, collect the dead corpses of the war dead, and leave this cursed place as soon as possible."

At the end, he said again: "Send someone to inform the kingdom's leftovers and let them come to answer."

"Woo!"

The horn of the elf also sounded.

Even if the remaining elves were seriously injured, they heard the horn and did not hesitate to follow the order.

The Dwarf Expedition was seriously injured, but there is not even one downsizing, and the establishment is intact. This is a blessing. They just looked at the wasteland where the blood flowed into the river, and the corpses of the tribes were covered with the earth. Although the kingdom was completely established, and a big threat from the orcs was cleared, they were not happy.

"Suo Lin?" Bahrain asked, licking his lips. After so long a fight, no doubt everyone was tired and thirsty.

"Well, prepare food and drink water." Sorin instantly recovered and commanded, "Everyone will take a break first, and then they will take care of the corpses of the warriors .... At this time, there is no need to distinguish between dwarves, humans and elves, they are all It is a hero who fought to defend the Lonely Mountain, no matter what race they belonged to, now ... there is only one corpse left, and it will soon be turned into dust. "

"No, they are to defend their race, to defend the justice and light in their chests." Thrandil came forward coldly and still had no good face for him.

Sorin was silent and did not go back.

Bard's orders were similar, all after taking a break to collect corpses for his comrades. However, there are still many old and weak women and children in the river valley city. After arranging things, he personally drove to the river valley city, called the old and weak women and children who had been worried all day, and prepared food for the exhausted army. .

After that, the orcs' bodies need to be cleaned up, otherwise they are allowed to accumulate here, as long as the temperature is slightly higher, it will cause a plague.

Anyang had changed into a gray robe and walked slowly down the mountain, his expression much more dull than before.

"Congratulations, you have won, and you will never have to worry about the invasion of the dark forces again."

"Stray wizard!" Thrandil stared at him coldly, almost drawing his sword. "Most of my people have been damaged in this cursed place. Is this your congratulations?"

"If there is no war, the woodland kingdom will be removed from Middle-earth." Anyang said.

"Don't make a false statement. I have experienced too many wars in my life. There are many dangers that you can't imagine, but I still stand here. The woodland kingdom still stands. A war is not enough to destroy us!" Serrandi Er riding on the big horn deer, his left face was marked with a thin wound, like a red line, so that he was more beautiful and more enchanting.

"Who can prove a changed future?" Anyang smiled carelessly.

At this time Gandalf suddenly walked out of a set ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked up and down at him, only to say: "But there is one thing you might be wrong, the Orcs are killing repeatedly, they will definitely make a comeback! And Sauron ’s soul is still there, and the dark forces still threaten us at all times. Even if Saruman has already dealt with him, it is not easy to get rid of this devil. "

"I will deal with them." Anyang said, adding another at the end, "Don't believe Saruman, that's a madman obsessed with power. Desire will make him fall sooner or later."

"What about you? How can we ensure that you really want to help us? Instead of using us to do something?" Serandiel said coldly beside him. "You just resurrected the Fire Dragon, this is Necromancer's means!"

"I'm not resurrecting the Fire Dragon, I just briefly let it wake up from **** and let it atone for the wrongs I had committed." An Yang said, suddenly seeing the wound on the big deer under his seat, he couldn't help waving. , A soft white light suddenly spilled out, enveloped him and the fire dragon.

In a moment of effort, those wounds healed one after another, and even the slightly tired Thranduil felt full of energy and returned to his best condition.

Anyang turned around again, facing many soldiers.

"Xili Li ..."

Light rain gradually rained down in the sky, which diluted the blood, but the rain fell on the body, but the wounds on the body healed at a rate visible to the naked eye. The bruises and swellings subsided instantly, and the fatigue was swept away. The soldiers who had just experienced a protracted war only felt that their physical strength was intact, as if they had just got up from the bed and pushed the window open.

"Who are you?" Thranduil finally shocked.

"Me? I am a **** who descended into the world and guided the lost creatures away from darkness, pain, sorrow, and lust." Anyang's body suddenly lit up with divine dazzling light.

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