The cold wind continued to blow on the crumbling and gray walls of Simrin, rolling up patches of sand and slapping against the armor, and it also seemed that the garrison here was dusty.

Their gaze to the north was full of vigilance, but the northern sky, which had been gray and deep, was now shining brightly, as gorgeous as the dawn had descended—

The thick dark clouds that have been hanging over the place for many years are slowly dissipating after a period of turmoil.

The growing light of the firmament expelled the darkness, and the large orc army stationed in the southern part of the wasteland was uncomfortable.

"Send troops now, we will definitely be able to win with one blow!"

A sonorous voice rang out from the walls, it was a gray elf named Beleg, one of Doriath's generals, who was now following Singar to offer his opinion.

"Although the rift is strange, it seems that the enemy army is obviously full of fear of them at this time, so I don't think it should be caused by Morgoth, Your Majesty, the opportunity is at hand!"

The leader did not answer, but glanced at the northern place in thought.

He agreed with his subordinates, but neither the appearance of the numerous rifts nor the absence of any news from Carnir made him jealous.

Although the Lord of Linton did not say anything when he left, it was not difficult to guess his actions based on his past achievements.

And the large number of rifts in the north must have been born because of his actions.

It's just that before everything is decided, he doesn't dare to act rashly - in the past, he didn't participate in the war, of course, there was a reason for the Noldor tribe, but why didn't he bear to let the tribe fall in large numbers?

The situation seems favorable at the moment, but who can be sure?

Looking at the north, there were more than some elven generals in the obvious warplane, and even Xin Ge himself was quite excited, but he carried a lot of responsibilities on his body to suppress this impulse.

He glanced at some dwarves not far away.

Dorias had a good relationship with the two dwarven city-states, and his royal palace Mingni Guosi was built with the help of the dwarves, but the new dwarven king of Nogrod was not likable, and the two had little contact recently.

But not contacting does not mean not understanding, I heard that the red-bearded dwarf king has an impulsive personality, but now he is not moving......

Thinking about some things in the past, a thought suddenly flashed through Xingar, which had nothing to do with the war.

"My blacksmiths, though they are skilled in blacksmithing, have never satisfied me, maybe these dwarves will have another way of thinking?"

The idea came out of a love for the Elven Diamond.

Before he went out to the army, he often held the treasure and quietly viewed it, immersed in its beauty, and always thought about how to build it, so that the beauty of the treasure could be displayed in front of all the people, not for himself.

His distraction didn't last long, though, and he had to turn his attention to the orc camp at the end of his sight when there was a sudden commotion.

However, just as he was vigilant, a tall figure quietly appeared at the edge of the city wall, and at the same time, a huge black bull's head in his hand was thrown by him, rolling and roaring on the ground, and finally reflected in the eyes of all the garrisons of this city wall.

"This is ......" The large, strange head surprised the Sindar elves, but a Noldor veteran exclaimed.

"Gosmog!?"

"It's time to fight back." Facing the sights of many people, the elf king who appeared said.

……

At the same time, the two Noldor soldiers who were temporarily stationed at the Tolsirian Pass in the west also clearly saw a large black and gray eagle landing in the direction of the king's tent in the center of the barracks, and it was not long before the horn of the attack sounded leisurely.

The Noldor army, which had not been slackened, moved into action, organized its formation, and marched towards the dark army in the north.

The army that had begun to move remained calm at first, even launching a few rounds of bow and arrow attacks, but when the cavalry contingent that had deliberately circled around closed to the enemy and the distance between them, the composure dissipated and the infantry charged away.

At the same time, the sound of cavalry hooves crackled like a torrential rain, and a large number of white horse knights surging forward carried an indomitable momentum, like a sharp spear, fiercely penetrating into the enemy's body!

Although the orc army had been prepared for this, the weakness brought by the sunlight made them not fully prepared, and even the soldiers in the front row who were defending with shields were shattered by the direct impact!

The screams and confusion spread as the white torrent deepened, and then intensified by the reinforcement of the approaching forces.

There were lizard dragons who opened their mouths to spray flames, but the scale armor was completely incomparable to their counterparts in the sky, and after wreaking havoc for a while, they were shot and killed on the spot by the Noldor archers who had long been accustomed to fighting evil dragons!

The chaos of the war continued to spread, and the large number of abyssal cracks behind them made the orcs avoid them, but in the struggle to resist the torrent of elves, they were inevitably pushed away one after another, and then swallowed one after another.

The coalition forces rushing in the direction of Shimrin in the east exacerbated the breeding of this chaos, and the dwarves, humans, and elves, although not as indomitable as the Noldor cavalry, were numerically strong but made their lethality only high!

The war tended to be white-hot at the beginning, with countless orcs killed in battle and countless elven coalition troops killed.

In the Gravels Wasteland of Anfaug, the surging floods from the east and west continued to lap against the increasingly unstable black dike, again and again, creating large black and red splashes, and the dike's top was constantly vibrating, and a large amount of dust fell off into the rift abyss.

At first, this resistance was stubborn, but due to various factors, the balance of victory gradually tilted in the direction of the coalition forces, and it became more and more obvious.

Countless eagles soared in the air, keeping an eye on the northern location, but perhaps because there was no order from the commander, or it was possible to know that the situation was already sealed, in short, from the beginning to the end, there were no dark reinforcements in that direction.

So when the eagles let down their guard and swooped towards the battlefield, the war was basically finalized.

The uncountable orcs were pushed into the abyss one after another, and those who were lucky enough to survive turned back along the narrow roads in the rift area, fleeing in the direction of the former nest of Angban.

And when the army completely cleaned the battlefield, it did not stop, but after a few days of preparation, it once again embarked on the road to conquer Angban!

……

In the autumn of 373 A.D., the Battle of Angban, which lasted for ten days and ten nights, ended with no darkness to be found in the lair of evil.

The coalition that gathered the military strength of the elves of the entire Middle-earth suffered heavy casualties, but the northern demons that had plagued the elven civilization for countless years were completely destroyed!

All darkness was destroyed, or all the darkness disappeared, and when the results of the war were announced, the whole of Middle-earth was plunged into a boiling cheer!