The Black Door opened half a day earlier than Thranduil had expected. As he lay in the padded field, watching the moon shining in the sky darken as the sun appeared www.biquge.info, the soil first brought to his ears the sound of the heavy iron door opening. Dressed and asleep, he immediately got up and cast his eyes on the huge open iron door, and behind him countless uniformed soldiers were already in place.

Countless orcs burst out of the gaps in the open iron door. As a strong orc with Sauron's exclusive rights to inventions, just hearing the name can send chills down the hearts of all living beings. (PS: To explain, the first Orcs were created by Sauron, and during the Fellowship of the Ring, Saruman crossed between Orcs and Wolves to breed a group of soldiers who thought they could be called Orcs.) Therefore, the first copyright is still Sauron's, and if you want to buy the agency production rights, please contact Sauron...... They are not afraid of the sun like orcs, and they can wear dozens of pounds of armor while maintaining some mobility. On top of that, their minds were imprinted with the only thought of Sauron—killing.

Even before the battle, the king of the forest, who had accurately estimated the number of enemies, still twitched at the corner of his eye when he saw the steady stream of strong orc enemy troops. Knowing that all his thoughts would be perceived by the forest soldier in battle, he looked at the pit beside him, and retreated to the other side of the pit with great grace and slow speed—closer to the position of the woodland king.

The woodland king's calm movements were more calm against the backdrop of the strong orcs advancing at high speed. All of Sylvan's elven soldiers pulled away from their horror and turned their eyes and perceptions to the king. When they sensed Thrandil's belongings, they responded with the best possible action, despite their doubts, with the shield-bearers at the front of the queue stepping back in unison, giving up the first line to the archers who had come to fill their positions. With countless flashes of golden light, tens of thousands of bows and arrows pointed in the direction of the Black Gate.

Thranduil rode on the deer and raised his right fist, pausing the arrow on the string. Haruka watched as the shield-wielding soldiers who retreated to the second area of the army lifted their nets, and he smiled at the strong orcs who rushed over.

"Come on, the best fortress material. "When the orcs at the front were only 10 yards away from Thrandil, all the forest soldiers feared for his safety. They finally saw the confident King release his left fist, but perception told them that the King had asked their arrows to land at the exit of the Black Gate, 300 yards away, not at an enemy who was close in front of the King's eyes. Unlike King Aurifel, King Thranduil would obey his commands even if the soldiers were to kill him. After three waves of arrows, there was a fault in the charging orc team. And the strong orcs who rushed to the front were at a position 20 paces away from the king of the forest at this time.

Thranduil retracted all his edge. He retracted his chin and stared at the orc running at the front with wide eyes, and with the innocent eyes that all living beings looked creepy, he watched the orc step into the air and fall straight to the bottom of the pit. These are not far from enough, he even put on the beautiful face of killing gods and killing Buddhas, curled his sexy thin lips, and sent a flying kiss to the strong orc. When many girl elves saw his flying kiss, they wished that they were the unlucky strong orc.

In an instant, countless orcs threw themselves into the mass graves prepared for them by the King of the Forest, and were knocked unconscious by the falling compatriots in heavy armor. Of course, there was also a small group of strong orcs who rushed to the gap reserved in the pit, and they were greeted by the spearmen of the forest elves.

When the strong orcs filled the pit, the shield-wielding soldiers who had already filled the front row with a huge net blocked the last few squads of enemies with strong shields according to the king's perception. They quickly eliminated the small number of enemies and quickly piled them on top of the pit. With the net firmly secured, there was a strong barrier in the passage between the woodland barracks and the Black Gate, and from then on, the forest elves without cavalry no longer needed to face the 500,000 enemies with their flesh, and the forest king used his wisdom to build the most powerful protective wall in their hearts!

In the process, Thranduil, who was so bored that he began to pluck his nails, finally looked up at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction. Walking to the barrier, he reached into the gap in the giant net and felt the heavy armor on the corpse, and he remembered that the first time he fought with Vernor, she lightly jammed the blade with the dragon lin shoulder guards she was wearing (Note, see Volume 1, Chapters 3 and 4, "First Encounter-Up, -Down").

"At that time, I should have understood that a truly strong person, even if unarmed, could use everything around him to disintegrate the danger. He knew that every plant and tree is a weapon, but he didn't know that when he first met Vernor, he was destined to embark on the most tortuous path of love.

The enemy surged out in front of the Black Gate again, stopping all the flaws of the King of the Forest. He closed his eyes and sent out the battle commands.

"The archers are behind the barrier, and all the rest of the troops are with me out of the wall. The King of the Woodlands sat high on top of the deer, leading all the melee classes to the passage he had reserved.

From sunrise to noon, the logisticians in charge of making bows and arrows don't know how many arrows they have sent. In order to ensure the safety of the king they admired the most, the logisticians spontaneously moved the production line to the front line, behind the archers. However, no matter how fast the speed is, there is no way to ensure a continuous flow of arrows. The Black Gate was still pouring out enemies, and they tried their best to speed up their movements with a heart that worried about the king.

Thranduil knew better than anyone that this battle would take two whole days, not to mention fighting for a whole morning, just to allow all 500,000 enemies to come out, given the width of the Black Gate. He looked up at the sun hanging overhead, feeling the pain growing in his throat.

Manipulating the deer to make a gap, Thranduil came to the Anduin River. The river was filled with evil, red in blood, and the remains of corpses and unknown plants floating on the river. He didn't even take the time to turn over and get off the deer, and took a handful of river water to his mouth at great speed. The pungent breath of the river made his brow furrow slightly, but it quickened the speed at which he could drink. When the burning sensation was gone, he touched the remaining river water from his mouth and continued to fight. Thranduil knew that she didn't have to worry about the harmful substances hidden in the river, and that the elf's body was enough to dissolve all the harmful substances.