Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

Buzz——

The horns of the Orcs sounded, but this time there was no flag signal.

Levi walked to the edge of the command platform and shouted to the army under the mountain:

"Your leader is dead-now, run for your life, scum!"

Thump.

The two heads were thrown down from the mountain, bumping along the steep mountain wall for a long time before rolling to the ground, barely recognizable in their original appearance.

"I am your nemesis!"

Clatter——

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

After confirming that the two leaders who were thrown down were indeed their own, the Orcs panicked and didn't know what to do. They went crazy on the spot.

Even the small leader who was responsible for maintaining the formation couldn't keep calm at this moment. He didn't dare to look at the two heads that fell, nor did he dare to look up at the figure on the command platform.

In the end, he could only flee like other Orcs.

The whole battlefield was in an uproar, and there was no pattern to speak of.

"It looks like it's over."

Bard sighed, maybe a peaceful life is coming.

"Haha--they did it!"

"This is our victory!!"

The dwarves began to cheer and hug each other.

Dain also opened his arms excitedly, but when he saw Thranduil in front of him, he immediately changed direction and hugged Gandalf.

Thranduil didn't care about this little detail, but said calmly: "It is indeed a victory worth celebrating."

Gandalf responded:

"The difference in military strength is almost ten times, but in the end we not only won, but also suffered almost no losses. It's like a dream."

"This all depends on our allies."

"Levi."

Thranduil raised his head and looked at the figure on the mountain, silently raising Levi's status as an ally in his heart.

"It's time to attack, boys!"

After a brief celebration, Dain immediately organized the army to clear out the Orcs who were running around like headless flies outside.

Thranduil also came to his senses and ordered: "Prepare for battle!"

"Let's go too." Gandalf drew his sword and suggested to Radagast.

However, the Brown Robe refused him: "Oh, you can go, you know, I'm not good at this."

"I'll do it!"

Beorn roared, jumped off the wall on the spot and turned into a giant bear, rushing into the chaotic army of Orcs.

No one knows how many Orcs died in this battle.

But it is certain that Levi must have killed the most fiercely in this battle. He drove the Orc army of Gundabad all the way down from Raven Hill. After entering the battlefield, he was like a wolf into a flock of sheep. Wherever he went, the Orcs ran in the opposite direction, just like magnets repelling each other.

The scene was quite spectacular.

In the process of cleaning the battlefield, no less than a thousand Orcs died directly under Levi's sword, and the skill balls also fell.

So that the Orcs ran far away, and the leaders announced the withdrawal of troops, but Levi was still chasing.

If you really can't catch up, just change your elytra and continue to chop after landing.

"Isn't this too brutal?"

Even Gandalf couldn't help but say this.

Thranduil turned his head and said, "Gandalf, when have you been so kind to your enemies?"

"No, no, no, I won't pity those Orcs, I just think it's unnecessary."

"Nothing is unnecessary."

Thranduil was very calm.

Some of the more warlike elf lords in the past eras often did this.

At that time, it was not uncommon for one person to chop down hundreds of Orcs and take off the heads of their leaders. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as one man forming an army.

But now, the number of people who can do this in Middle-earth can be counted on one hand.

In addition to Levi.

But in addition to combat power, he is stronger in other aspects...

At a distance from the Lonely Mountain.

"All together!"

Pick up another skill ball and Levi turned around with satisfaction.

The Orcs behind him ran into the woods screaming, and they probably wouldn't dare to come out for a long time.

"It's time to go back."

After such a battle, Levi also refreshed at least one of the various skill balls, and the basic sword skills were directly upgraded to the maximum level.

Armor penetration, thrust, dodge, block, jump slash, roundhouse attack, blade storm, backstab, sword energy...

A total of fourteen skills, filling the skill manual.

Shua——

Levi casually swung a sword, and a bright white sword energy scraped out and dissipated not far away.

With sword energy, it can be regarded as a long-range attack with a sword in the future, but the distance is not long, the longest is seventeen meters, and the power is not great. The first-level sword energy damage is only three or four points, and it does not add fire.

It is just right for cutting weeds.

However, even so, as long as there are enough combos, the damage can still be increased. With more than seven combos, a sword energy can deal ten points of damage.

The sound of fireworks rang again, scaring the orcs in the forest, but this time no one fell in front of them.

Levi ended the pursuit and returned to Lonely Mountain.

At this moment, in the valley city, the elves were no longer on guard, and they all found places to sit down and talk, discussing small and big things. Occasionally, an elf would clink glasses together and drink the strong liquor in one gulp.

A dwarf looked at the elf who drank a glass of strong liquor in one breath without changing his expression, thinking.

"He must be pretending."

Crash.

The city gate rose.

The dwarves immediately cheered.

"Oh--!!!"

"Welcome, welcome our king back!"

Dain was the first to come over and gave Thorin a big hug. The dwarves also put down what they were doing and gathered around to celebrate.

"We are proud of you, Thorin."

"Thanks, Dain."

"However, the glory is not mine alone, it belongs to all of us, especially-"

He pushed Bilbo out from behind him.

"Our Mr. Snitch."

"Ah, haha..."

Bilbo smiled at the people around him. Suddenly there were so many people watching and celebrating, and he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.

"Don't be nervous, Bilbo, you deserve this. You saved our lives many times and helped us find Arkenstone."

"Go boldly forward."

Bilbo nodded, his chest gradually puffing out.

Gandalf looked at this scene, stroked his beard twice, smiled, and watched the returning team with the brown robes, Beorn and the Eagle King beside him, paying respect.

The dwarves celebrated enthusiastically, and the humans in the city also gathered around and applauded.

In comparison, the reaction of the elves seemed much indifferent. Although they stopped what they were doing and stood neatly at the city gate, they just watched quietly and did not do much.

Just to fill the scene.

Only Thranduil said: "Congratulations on taking back your home. I sincerely hope that this land can be rejuvenated."

Thorin nodded to him.

"I hope the King of the Woodlands will not forget our meeting."

"I'll go."

Thranduil replied calmly.

While the two were talking, suddenly, with the sound of fireworks, a louder cheer came from the city gate.