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Although it was still cold in the shade of Montenegro, the nervousness was at work, and the power of the cold made people feel as if they were gradually exhausted.

The warm snow water from the rising sun of the ridge flows down the sloping valley, melting the hard snow layer and breaking through the ice of the mountain stream. The huge waterfall frozen in the rock formation also began to move, and the sound of the running water became louder and louder, until it became a raging rush, rushing down the mountain and into the river, and the ice between the rivers clattered and broke into pieces, and flowed downward.

For the first time, Sauron stood on the edge of this shadowy land, and heard the "familiar smell of the dead" of the Ringwraith Witch King Angmar. "It's hard to put into words.

The scouts brought back news that an iron-locked bridge had been found in the downstream direction of the river.

Neither the planks nor the chains were removed.

"The bridge has not been destroyed, which shows that the Shadowlands are not afraid of anyone's intrusion, and the creatures hidden in the darkness are ready to fight."

Half a day later, in front of Sauron, there were more than a dozen chains flying across the air, setting off the sound of turbulent water, and there was an eerie feeling in the majestic water. And because the river was too wide and far away, he could not observe with his own eyes what was hidden in the black grass on the opposite bank, which was more than half a man high. There was a lot of forest on the other side of the bridge, but there was not a single leaf on the trees, and the branches seemed to be much softer, gently swinging on the edge of the lake and beside the rocks. A touch of wind blew from the other side, and everywhere you could smell a moist, fermented smell.

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When night fell, the sky gradually darkened, and the huge moon with a ring of gold slowly rose through the light smoke like white clouds.

Like the 'sun' in the daytime, Sauron could only see a vast cloud of light in a mysterious mist, docked in the very center of the sky. Then, there was a wave of loss.

"Thorin, I order you in the name of your lord to lead your dwarven warriors to occupy the opposite side of the bridge, immediately!"

When the dwarf Thorin took orders, thousands of soldiers lined up, ready to cross the chain bridge.

On the surface, everything was as simple as Sauron had openly claimed during the day. "The demons of the Shadowlands are all pouring out of their nests, we can go in and see its lair."

"Thorin, haven't you always wanted to know if the Shadowlands lead to another world, as legend has been made? Perhaps, this is the only chance. ”

Thorin suddenly found that compared to the lord in front of him and the lord half a day ago, he suddenly seemed to be a different person... It doesn't matter if it's facial expressions. There is still a strong sense of déjà vu in his tone and eyes.

"Then I won't miss this great opportunity."

Sauron could clearly see that Thorin's eyes were shining under his eyebrows, and he looked like... Like a bunch of burning flames in a thorn bush.

"Dwarven warriors, cross the river."

The dwarves of the Dragon Court don't like nonsense, so Thorin is used to being concise with his subordinates' orders.

The dwarven warriors' ten-man column is the basic unit, and the width of the chain bridge is just enough to accommodate ten men.

The river is called the Pentium River, and the river lives up to its name.

Due to the ruggedness of the river bottom, the drop is too large, causing the turbulence to fall, and the mist stirred up from the river water rises into the air, like billowing smoke from the bottom of the water. In the moonlight, the rivers floated without the changing shadows of the clouds, and their great unchanging silhouettes appeared under the moonlight.

The leader in front was the captain of the dwarves, and Thorin was in the back, with a sonorous and powerful step, his naked eyes could cover fifty meters on the opposite bank, and with a sound, "Raise your shield!" ”

The three hundred dwarves immediately raised their large shields, which were equal to their bodies or over the top, forming an impenetrable shield wall.

Whoa――――

Sudden movement from the other side.

Thorin saw with his own eyes the extent to which its blade deformed when it hit a hard object, causing its center of gravity to change and break quickly, and finally bounce off powerlessly.

Immediately afterward, more feathered arrows swished towards them with the sound of breaking wind.

As Thorin had judged by the first-level Sauron, no one could easily enter the Shadowlands.

Many archers were ambushed on the opposite bank. In addition, there were more than 500 warriors with black tattoos on their bodies and faces, all of whom stood up from the grass with battle axes in their hands, and roared to strengthen their bloodlust and courage.

Either way, they're human, and dwarves have no reason to be afraid.

"Dwarf, raise your shield and move forward... In war, it is not a pity for each of us to die, but the most pity is to die under the arrows of a group of ''. ”

Thorin's call was immediately met with a response from the captain.

"Even if the arrows of the 'maidens' cover the sky, the dwarves of the Dragon Court will take advantage of the shadow of the enemy."

With a frenzied roar, every refined arrow of the black-veined barbarian could not penetrate the shield in the dwarf's hand.

The shield made by the Grey Dwarves of the Burning Pit, its protective power, just like Thorin had seen, no matter what shape the arrow, flew towards it like a tree branch hitting a thick steel plate, not even a single scratch remained.

Weapons made by the gray dwarves are always a notch higher than others.

"Steady, hold on to your shield, as long as the dwarves are united, no one can help us."

"Woohoo, whoa, whoa—"

Striding forward with shields against a rain of arrows, three hundred dwarven warriors began to roar and run, inspired by Thorin.

Standing on the other side of the bridge, several Shadow Child leaders watched the scene in amazement.

The Black-streaked tribe of the Children of Shadows is a small number, but like the gods of war, they worship battle, and they all shout and shout fiercely in battle, and in their eyes, cutting down this chain bridge is a sign of fear of the enemy.

The torrent of the torrent under the chain bridge is more than 100 meters wide, churning and pouring in the drop of more than 10 meters at the bottom of the river, and the sound is like a dozen bipedal flying dragons roaring collectively.

"Wallaha!"

On the other side of the Riptide River, the bright shields of the dwarves of the Dragon Court occupied the eyes of the berserkers of the Black-veined Tribe of the Children of Shadows, which gradually became blood-red, and the silver helmets and scarlet cloaks behind the shields could not erase the bright colors even if they closed their eyes.

It's like a bull being provoked by red, when the red eyes continue to expand, the fanatical battle spirit frantically squeezes into the mind. The Black-veined Berserker, the Child of Shadows, roared uncontrollably, drowning out almost all sounds.

"Woo woo woo - Valaha!"

Seeing that the dwarves were about to cross the chain bridge, more than twenty berserkers, wielding battle axes in their hands, rushed impatiently.

"Is the one-sided slaughter finally about to begin?"

On the other side of the Rushing River, two Shadow Child Leaders, and one Shadow Girl Leader, stared at the scene with their mouths wide open.

"These tiny halflings rushed over with him, they were berserkers... When they became berserk and bloodthirsty, ten Black Iron Rank 10 human soldiers would not be able to easily defeat one of them, let alone face them head-on. ”

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The core of the array is the steel spear in the hands of the dwarves.

And before these spears can be used, a well-made battle shield is a formidable bulwark against a group of madmen.

"Shield!"

With Thorin's command, none of the spears moved. The dwarven warriors of the first column used their shields to withstand the axes of the berserkers, and the dwarven warriors of the second and third columns used their shields against the backs of the queue in front.

"Push! - Thorn! ”

After careful training by the Dragon Court Lord, the dwarf's fighting style is by no means to pick up the weapon in his hand and cut it casually. At Thorin's command, the first column of dwarven spearmen raised their shields, and their spears full of strength stabbed forward from behind their shields.

Five or six berserkers were instantly smashed into a bloody hole in their chests by sharp spear blades, and with the action of the dwarven warrior pulling back the blades, streams of black and red liquid flew out. Therefore, between the group competitions, the strength of a single person is not very prominent.

Simple, brutal, and refreshing!

On the other side of the Pentium River, the mercenaries watching the scene felt that one of their brain nerves had suddenly been broken.

The bodies of five or six berserkers had just fallen, and the dwarven warriors of the second and third columns, stepping on the shoulders of the dwarven warriors of the first column, swooped forward like a whirlwind, using a diamond-shaped queue to firmly occupy the middle of the chain bridge that began to falter.

In a short battle, a succession of berserkers were squeezed off the bridge and disappeared into the misty river.

The tacit cooperation between the groups allowed the dwarven warriors to use tricks and quickly eliminate more than twenty berserkers.

"Are these barbarians the guardians of the Shadowlands? Although the group's combat effectiveness is weak, their strength is strong. It's about to blow the table. ”

In Sauron's retina, the physical exertion of the dwarven warriors can be clearly detected through the data, and all dwarven warriors who have fought the berserkers head-on generally begin to lose strength. It's just because their opponents are just too strong.

Nothing is as it seems, and the dwarves are only able to work together as a group to outperform each other. And there is also space on the bridge that is also very advantageous for the gun array.

At the cost of more than twenty men, the berserkers calmed down a little, and they held their battle axes in the middle of their chests to show the formidable enemy the respect they deserved.

The archers on the other side stopped firing their arrows, and the berserkers of the Blackstripe tribe even retreated some distance, making way for the dwarves to have a small amount of land space at the bridgehead.

More than two dozen berserkers were killed in less than a few minutes, much to the surprise of the leader of the Children of Shadows.

The dwarves brought a visual experience to several children of shadows in the shadows, even if it was shocking.

However, in Sauron's eyes, this was not the case at all.

"Now it seems that the dwarves are not only numerically weak, but once they reach the open field, they will face attacks from all sides... These barbarian warriors, all of whom are in bronze, will slowly gnaw away the dwarves one bite at a time, like wolves eating lions. ”

This judgment can be called accurate, and according to Sauron's experience, this Spartan gun formation-like method of warfare can only be used in limited terrain and space to exert its most powerful combat power.

"Slow progress."

Thorin gave the order to move on, his gaze swept across the bank.

The berserkers of the Black-Striped Tribe were generally bare-chested, and the green tattoos could be seen extending from their arms to their foreheads.

Each of them gets pleasure and stimulates their physical potential by roaring and fighting. In the end, their strength is like that of a beast, and they get carried away, and in the course of the battle they do not feel any pain, even if they are injured.

At this point, the time has come to support Thorin.

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"Wallaha!"

Taking off his pants and fiddling with a certain part of his body is obviously obscene and provocative in the eyes of anyone. A berserker covered in black tattoos stepped forward to challenge, seemingly the strongest of the group.

Thorin threw down his shield and plunged his spear into the dirt beneath his feet, trying to go up, but a figure was a step ahead of him.

The Ringwraith - The Witch King of Angmar.

Holding the sword of the magic kiln, he suddenly appeared. Scared the berserker on the other side and jumped.

And the upcoming heads-up duel once made the atmosphere on the field freeze.

When the strong, bearded berserker ran forward.

The speed of the Angmar Witch King was extremely fast, and at the same time as the Berserker Tomahawk swung in, his figure flashed, allowing the other party to step on the position he was standing on, and the next second, the Angmar Witch King's Furnace Sword smashed fiercely on the berserker's head from behind, and the blood was instantly spilled.

A sword, the skill shocked the audience.

Not only did it stunned the screaming berserkers, but it also made the children of shadows brush their eyelids and jump in unison.

Killed the strongest of the berserkers with a single look. Not to mention the fighting skills of the Witch King of Angmar for the time being, that kind of strength and speed alone are more than twice as strong as the opponent.

It's not a fair fight at all.

The Witch King of Angmar's ever-present stealth sometimes simply won't allow the berserkers to find their targets. And in the next second he would lose his head.

In the beginning, Berserkers could still play one-on-one, but after the death was one-on-one, they began to fight against each other in 10 on-one.

Later, however, as the berserkers died one by one, hundreds of berserkers became restless, and one of them let out a war cry, and they all rushed forward with a roar.

All the Bloodbow Shooters had crossed the river, and Sauron was waiting for this moment.

As they went berserk, every tiny vein in the berserker's body bulged out like a water pipe, causing them to be pierced by arrows in their throats and chests, and bright red blood squirted out cheaply under the pressure of pressure.

Barbarians without any protection are overconfident, and the power of the Blood Bow costs them the bloodiest price.

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When the remaining unidentified barbarians fled, Sauron examined their corpses. He secretly exclaimed at the victory just now, "Luck." (To be continued.) )