legend begins with lord of the rings

Even if the elves retreated, they still maintained order.

The elves holding shields stayed behind the team to cover. The archers retreated while shooting arrows to block the pursuing orcs.

Not long after, all the elven warriors withdrew from the battlefield.

Thranduil briefly counted the number of people, and after seeing that there were only more than 3,000 elven warriors left, he became more determined to retreat.

"Dad, wait a minute... Tariel and the others are coming." Legolas stopped, and Thranduil was about to direct everyone to leave.

Seeing the slow movement of hundreds of "wounded people" led by Abel, Thranduil made a prompt decision and commanded the elf team to go to the rescue.

Under the protection of the elves, hundreds of adventurers successfully arrived outside the battlefield.

Thranduil glanced at the female elf holding Abel's arm, and then at his son. In the end, he still didn't say anything.

"Everyone has it, return to the Woodland Kingdom..."

After the team was integrated again, Thranduil came to the front of the team and directed everyone to walk outside the Lonely Mountain.

"When I go back this time, I'm going to send you out to practice..." Thranduil told Legolas his plan as he walked.

However, when he turned around, he found that his son had not followed him at all.

He looked back and saw Abel and Tauriel staying in place. Legolas walked towards the female elf.

Thranduil wanted to call his son several times. After a long time, he led the team away from the Lonely Mountain with complicated eyes.

…

"The elf is gone..."

"The adventurers also left part of the way..."

"Abel and Gandalf are still there..."

On the tall city wall of Gushan, the dwarves also saw the change in the situation.

At this moment, several dwarves among them had opinions about Thorin.

In the main hall, Thorin was sitting alone on the throne. At this moment, his brows were furrowed and the expression on his face was very painful.

"No……"

After his expression changed several times, Thorin let out a low roar in his throat.

The prosperous scene of Lonely Mountain in the past flashed in his mind, and the honor and power of the dwarves shocked Middle-earth.

The scene changes: The evil dragon is coming...fire...blood...wailing...

Gushan's prosperity was ruined.

Thorin also knew in his heart that he should cheer up now, lead the Turin dwarves to repel the enemy, and restore the lonely mountain to its former glory.

But the greedy desire for wealth in his heart prevented him from leaving the golden nest of Gushan.

The choice between greed and responsibility made the dwarf king suffer a lot.

"Damn...damn...damn!!!"

Thorin roared wildly, and countless gems in the hall were shattered.

"Damn it~"

Finally, Thorin took off the crown on his head with a twisted expression, and after a reluctant look, he threw him to the corner.

"The honor of the dwarves cannot be tarnished..."

After regaining his weapons, Thorin calmed down. After taking one last look at the magnificent hall, Thorin walked towards the door resolutely.

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"Gandalf, will we die here?" Dann asked the wizard beside him after repelling another wave of orc attacks.

At this moment, Dann already knew about the orc reinforcements. He was not afraid of sacrifice, but he was afraid of dying in an unknown way.

Looking at the closed door of Lonely Mountain, many Iron Hills dwarves were already despairing.

Thorin has not shown up yet, which means they have been abandoned.

"We will win, you have to believe in Thorin. He will bring us hope..." Gandalf glanced at the Lonely Mountain, and there was still a trace of trust in Thorin in his heart.

"I hope so!" Dann sighed and mustered up his fighting spirit again.

…

"duang~"

In the huge shock, the gate of Gushan was smashed from the inside by a golden bell.

"Woo~wu~"

The horn of charge sounded.

Thorin raised his sword and rushed out of the dusty door. Behind him were a dozen Turin dwarves full of fighting spirit.

"For honor, kill me~"

Thorin roared angrily and rushed towards the place with the most orcs on the battlefield.

"Hoo...ho..."

A dozen Turin dwarves joined Thorin and burst out with huge fighting power.

"Kill~"

Seeing that their king finally appeared, the Iron Hills clan also burst out with endless fighting spirit.

Thorin, who possesses the Arken Stone, represents the orthodoxy of the dwarves. Fighting with Thorin, even if he dies in battle, he is sacrificing his life for the country.

For a time, the formation of the orcs besieging the dwarves of Iron Hills was broken.

The dwarves took advantage of the situation and counterattacked, beating the orcs back steadily.

…

"Damn Thorin...how could this happen..." Azog on the top of the mountain saw that Thorin alone had changed the trend of the battle. He roared to the signal officer: "Let the giant kill Thorin, now! Immediately

!immediately!"

The signal officer was also shocked by the powerful fighting power of the dwarves. He quickly waved his flag and asked all the remaining mountain trolls to besiege Thorin.

…

After Thorin killed another wave of orcs, he looked around and saw that the battlefield was still full of densely packed orc armies.

Although the dwarves temporarily had the advantage, Thorin knew that the dwarves were able to suppress the orcs now only with their temporary fighting spirit.

Over time, the dwarf is likely to run out of energy.

"Azog!!! As soon as he dies, the orcs will retreat." Thorin thought for a moment and found a way to repel the orcs.

"Dwalin, Kili... do you dare to follow me and kill Azog?" Thorin said and did it.

The Durin dwarves responded one after another.

Bofur then found a chariot from the Iron Hills dwarves.

Dwalin, Kili, Bofur, Groin and Thorin got on the chariot and rushed towards the top of the mountain where Azog was.

Other dwarves also want to go, but the chariot space is limited.

"Rumble..."

The chariot sped away.

Just when the dwarves were about to go up the mountain, several mountain trolls suddenly appeared blocking the way.

"Don't stop, rush over~"

Thorin yelled.

"Chong~"

Bofur whipped the argali pulling the chariot, making the chariot go faster.

"What is this?" Groin pressed a button on the chariot.

"Whoosh..."

A row of sharp blades popped out from the side of the chariot.

Just when the mountain troll raised its mace and wanted to attack the dwarves, the chariot hit a rock and jumped.

"Puff...puff...puff..."

The blade on the side of the chariot just scratched the troll's neck. Under the huge kinetic energy, several trolls were decapitated at once.

“Okay beautiful!”

Thorin patted Groin's shoulder hard and praised loudly.

"hehe……"

Groyin laughed dryly. He did not expect that he would kill several trolls with just one click.

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"Tap tap... tap tap..."

"Ouch..."

Not long after Thorin left the main battlefield, a group of wargs rushed out from the horizon.