Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1129 1111. Let the war begin!

"We don't know how the orcs moved."

Thranduil whispered from the stag.

"My scouts have already searched within a radius of twenty miles, but they still haven't seen anything."

“That means there are no orcs within a radius of twenty miles? Is the orc army a non-starter?”

 Dane’s loud voice shouted angrily, causing Gandalf to cover his forehead.

 "Dane. Dane!"

The gray-robed wizard's first voice was of normal volume, and the second voice was also shouted directly. Only then did the leader of the Iron Foot Army turn his attention to him.

"We discussed it last night! The orcs must have taken action. I saw this with my own eyes and said it with my own mouth. This is related to my credibility!"

Gandalf raised the brim of his pointed hat with the staff in his hand and looked straight at Dane.

 “And the wizard’s credibility.”

The dwarf curled his lips, but no longer questioned the fundamental question of "whether the orc army exists."

 “Then the situation becomes a little clearer.”

Lan En gently pulled Qilin's mane, narrowed his eyes and looked around the plain in front of the solitary mountain.

There is nothing on the gray and yellow hilly terrain, only the stubborn weeds swaying in the wind.

 The clouds in the sky cast shadows, but they soon drifted away.

 It was deserted, not even a living thing.

"The orcs have a way of marching that we can't notice. It doesn't matter what the method is, as long as you have the concept."

At the tactical level, it is not necessary to know every detail of the enemy. It is enough to clarify the key nodes of a line.

 Lan goes straight to the point, peeling away the entangled problems and getting to the core.

“Logically speaking, they should have arrived today anyway. But we haven’t found anything yet. Hmm.”

Lan En, who looked around Gushan, faced several people again, touched his chin and said.

 “I have an idea.”

Elves, dwarves, and humans looked at each other, and finally nodded hesitantly.

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 “What’s going on?!”

In River Valley City, the militiamen at the top of the city exclaimed in low voices.

At the same time, several people gathered together and pointed towards the plain in the distance.

 Among the people and horses on both sides in front of the gate of Gushan Kingdom, three people on each side gathered in the middle to discuss.

 This discussion started early in the morning and lasted for two hours.

Nearly everyone felt that although it was difficult, we could still talk about it.

The dwarves on the hilly slopes, as well as the humans and elves in the river valley city all looked at the silent wasteland and the six people gathered in the center of the wasteland.

 But two hours later, they suddenly discovered that the six people in the conversation seemed to be increasingly divided and emotionally agitated.

Thranduil's stag lowered its head threateningly, facing Dain Ironfoot.

Dane’s wild boar also showed no sign of weakness and arched its mouth upwards, grinning its lips and revealing two fangs.

Bard, who was also riding a horse, was arguing with Gandalf. The gray robe wizard waved his staff excitedly, as if he was preparing to hit something at the next moment.

 The attitude of the principals involved in the negotiation determines the attitude of the army.

As Thranduil and Dain Ironfoot's mutual patience reached its limit, the two men sitting on the stag and the boar each waved their hands.

 The elite remaining sergeants in the dwarf and elven armies immediately got the signal.

 “Du~~~”

The dwarves’ horns sound powerful and heavy, while the elves’ horns sound long and continuous.

There was a clanging sound of the armors of thousands of people. These warriors began to string their bows and arrows, bag their arrows, arrange their equipment, and then spontaneously lined up in the queue.

The sound of armor clashing was mixed with the sound of neat footsteps. The elves gathered from the dilapidated streets, and then walked out of the gate of Riverdale City, as if they were marching out.

Humans watched the elves' battle formation leaving the city in bewilderment and fear.

 “A war is going to happen? Is this really going to happen?”

 People were whispering among each other.

Originally, the elves and humans lived here together for a few days, and although they didn't communicate much, they were still familiar with each other.

 But when the military formation was set up, the familiarity accumulated in the past few days instantly disappeared like mist under the sun.

 Chance, majesty, violence. Facing an organized battle formation and facing an individual are completely different feelings.

　Personal character and characteristics will disappear into the invisible under the integration of violent machines, leaving only the ultimate goal of ‘destruction’.

 The same goes for the dwarves on the opposite hill.

The dark iron men drove out chariots pulled by goats and stood on the top of the hill.

With just one command, these heavy chariots will use the gravity of the downhill **** to gain speed, and then rush into the enemy formation like a chisel.

 The six people in the middle of the wilderness seemed to have an increasingly tense atmosphere.

The elves and dwarves refused to give an inch, and Thranduil even had his sword drawn.

Lan En and Balin, on the other hand, ran towards the direction of River Valley City and the hills, looking like they were taking over command.

"Sir, what's going on?" As soon as the tall horse rushed into the city gate, Lan En was shouted and asked by the humans.

The humans stood next to the elves marching in unison and carefully watched them leave the city.

"We were given equipment to guard against the orcs, weren't we? Now the dwarves are regretting it?"

 Rumors suddenly spread among human beings. People always like to make speculations when they are panicked. These speculations become rumors, and then are heard as 'facts' by people who are also panicked.

"The dwarf must have regretted his decision. Didn't he see Bard start a quarrel with the other party? Come on, let's copy him too!"

The crowd was noisy, but Lan En looked calm.

The witcher ran past them and simply told them not to leave the city, but to set up defenses and alerts on the city walls.

So not only the elves became busy, but also the humans.

But Barn, who was carrying a long sword, was not like other townspeople in Changhu Town. He didn't think about anything after receiving the order to guard the city wall, and just immersed himself in doing it.

 Instead, he pushed forward through the crowd, pushing in the direction of Lan En.

Hold while squeezing.

“Wait! Wait! What’s going on now? The dwarves and elves are going to war, but what about the orcs? Aren’t they the most important enemies?”

 “We have to dissuade them!”

 “Barn?” Lan En raised his eyebrows, and his strong arms reached into the crowd condescendingly, lifted up the eldest son of Bard, and put him next to him.

"Just in time, I have something for you. Take your sword and ask your sisters, as well as all the old, weak, women and children in the townspeople, to gather in the underground warehouse in the city. Do you understand?"

"Don't be stupid, little guy. The war is about to begin, and we have to ensure their safety and order in the city."

 Barn still looked confused.

 He looked at the witcher, who earlier today was trying his best to mediate and ease the conflict between the elves and dwarves.

 It is to allow both parties to maintain a calm conversation instead of attacking each other as soon as they come up.

But now, he didn't seem to care at all that the two armies were at war with each other.

 “But, but.”

Barn still looked confused.

 “Nothing to worry about.”

Lan En first pulled the sword he was carrying to his chest, and then pressed it into his arms. This action brought him back to his senses.

 “Time is running out, hurry up and do it! Protect them, do you understand?”

 The elves are in neat formation, and each one is as light as a swallow and cooperates with each other tacitly.

 They quickly crossed the distance of several hundred meters on the wasteland and stood behind Thranduil in a formation.

  The elves' tight and neat battle formation gave Thranduil extremely strong support, but at the same time, it also made the situation more tense.

 There is nothing more to say.

Dain raised his square-headed hammer that was as big as a man's head, pointed it at Thranduil, and then rode a wild boar to the foot of the hill where his soldiers were.

 After the generals of both sides are in place, the war begins immediately!

The elves seemed to be carved from the same mold, neatly pulling out arrows from their quivers, and then stringing their bows.

The dwarves at the top of the hill were also roaring at this time, and the pure steel chariots and goats wearing heavy armor rushed up with the sound of "rumbling" on the ground, using the force of the downhill!

The goat cavalry, charging at a high speed from a high position, was like a black iron stream, rushing toward the golden elf formation at the bottom of the mountain!

 “They started a war!”

 On Crow Ridge among the mountains and hills, Azog's mouth revealed sharp teeth and a **** smile.

He usually does not wear armor, but shows off his pale skin and the criss-crossing scars on his body and face.

 But now, he also put on thick armor.

On the left arm, a vicious double-pointed knife was inserted into the elbow, replacing the left hand, and was raised suddenly.

 “Put up the flag!”

 He barked orders in excitement.

 The orcs behind him immediately squatted down and raised the two strange flags that were originally lying flat on the ground.

 “It’s just the right time! Just the right time!”

Azog's left arm was waving excitedly, and even he himself was walking around excitedly on the edge of the cliff of Crow Ridge.

"War! Massacre! Let them see what massacre means! My army! Kill them! Let the dirty blood of the Turin family be cut off here!"

 His severed hand was stretched forward one last time.

 “Kill them all!”

A low and evil horn sound resounded through the hills and mountains. At the same time, on the two flags erected, several devices that could be opened and closed allowed the brightly colored flags to begin to unfold and close regularly.

The earth began to tremble, and in the hilly areas at the edge of the great wilderness, fine gravel began to dance on the ground.

The rolling stones on the mountain fell down, bringing up a cloud of flying sand. There were so many rolling stones that the sand and dust they brought up turned into a smoke screen, covering half of the hilly slopes.

It was only then that the huge and conspicuous movement was noticed by the dwarves and elves in the middle of the wilderness.

 This is just the prelude.

 ‘Boom! ’ There was an explosion!

At the **** where the hills and plains meet, there suddenly burst out broken earth and rocks, as well as black mud deep in the ground.

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