Just as Beregost in the Blue Mountains was about to fall, far away in a vast wasteland to the northeast of the edge of the Blue Mountains, a team of elven scouts was hurrying along the potholed wasteland.

They rode tall white war horses, staring at the large number of scorched and footprint marks on the endless wasteland road, and their faces were solemn.

And behind them, an army stood at the end of the plain.

The army of the Noldor.

"It's a long road, and if we continue to pursue, it's very likely that we will be caught on both sides by a big enemy."

Looking at the gloomy plain sky, and the hazy shadows of the mountains at the edge of the line of sight, one of the dark-haired elves at the front of the army said.

"But if the dwarves in the mountains can't resist, we're too passive." Another tall black-haired elf frowned.

"Don't underestimate those dwarves, the last time I visited Norgrod, I saw nothing simple." The elf who spoke first shook his head.

"Besides, relying on the geographical advantage of Eredluin, how much danger can they have? But if we catch up, it won't be good if we really fall into the trap. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a haze in his heart when he thought of the enemy's nest behind him.

The Noldor line had been in place for nearly three hundred years, but not long ago, a large number of orc armies suddenly burst out of Angbanne, and while they were caught off guard, they were completely ignored for other situations.

That army was huge, but in the face of the Noldor coalition on the encirclement line, it was gradually no opponent, and it ran from side to west, and was finally wiped out by the entire Noldor tribe.

It's just that when these two elven lords reacted, they suddenly found that in the area they were monitoring, there were traces of another army marching!

The direction in which this trace spread was not within Beleriand, but a barren place beyond Beleriand, where there was not much need for precautions and neglected to be monitored.

However, after following this trace, they were stunned to find that the target of the northern enemy was actually two dwarves in the Blue Mountain Range!

This discovery weighed heavily on their hearts.

The dwarves of the mountains occupy the only way to cross the Blue Mountains, and if this road is opened, the nearly 300-year-old encirclement line can be called completely self-defeating.

Even if they could make amends afterwards, they would need to re-fortify the new route.

Moreover, the checkpoints in the Blue Mountains are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and they can lead directly to the hinterland of the continent, if they are really occupied, this kind of combat advantage can be described as extremely troublesome.

So when they find out about that, it's hard to keep a normal state of mind.

Just asked them to pursue deeply, but they were also full of hesitation.

With an army that had been marching for a long time, and behind it was the Angban's lair, and even with the other Noldor foil around, the armies led by the two Noldor Royals were at risk of being caught in the flanks alone—without him, the road was so long that they never thought the enemy would take advantage of it.

So after hesitating for a long time, the leader turned his horse's head: "Let's go back to defense, the combat effectiveness of the dwarf clan is no worse than ours, and it is impossible for that big worm to break their defense." ”

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the one next to him breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a smile: "After hundreds of years of comfort, the enemy is getting more and more stupid." His plan will not succeed, but it will be enough to draw the dwarves into our line. The short men who only cared about mining inside Ereidluin were very vindictive. ”

……

The dwarves, whom the Noldor elves call only concerned with mining in their lair, are fleeing in panic.

Looking down from the sky, you can see a dense group of small black dots running on the fairly flat mountain road, forming a long, snake-like procession.

The team looked all bearded and thinly robed, except for the back, where there were patches of heavily armed dwarven soldiers.

Behind the serpent was an abandoned mountain fortress, a rumbling sound from the closed gate, and then shattering in a split second.

A large lizard's head poked out of the rockfall, but then it retracted again.

In their place, there are behemoths with flames burning all over their bodies, and dirty soldiers who are even more diminutive than dwarves.

Because there were both young and old in the team, the dwarves could not compare with the speed of the pursuing team, so although they escaped one step earlier, they were still bitten by the pursuers behind them not long after!

The two pitch-black "long snakes" collided together, and the one behind them was fierce and vicious, invincible under the piercing of the scarlet fangs, so that the one in front could only survive with continuous tail cuts in desperation.

It wasn't until the first pass on the road that the situation eased, but it still couldn't fight the fierce enemy.

The escape seemed long and dangerous.

……

With a roar, another canyon rock level shattered, and the black-braided dwarf king beckoned his soldiers to flee south, while he himself was at the rear with the charr riding a white deer.

Looking at the few flaming figures that broke out of the stone, King Belegost no longer had the nature of scolding his mother at this time, but his tone was full of gloom.

"What could be more convenient than grabbing a new path that already exists? I should have thought of ......"

Charr didn't respond, but raised his sour arm and took his bow, and shot an arrow at the onrushing Flame Demon.

The arrow slammed into the left half of the fire demon's chest, but instead of killing the enemy, it provoked him to run faster.

The dwarven arrows were finely forged to allow the bow to break through the Firefiend's strong defenses, but they couldn't penetrate as deep as the sword of Nahir.

And although Charles has the combat power to fight the fire demon alone, the dense army is obviously not an ornament, if he dares to go up recklessly, people will dare to rush up, and then besiege him to death.

"That damn Morgoth must have known there was a golem on that route, and we crashed into it so carelessly, yes, it must be so, those orcs building the road were just a decoy!"

Riding a black-haired porcupine with spikes all over his body, the dwarf king, whose face was still scorched, gritted his teeth, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

This strange mount was originally the old king of Norgrod, but the stocky and cunning dwarven king unfortunately fell to Beregost, and instead the large porcupine, which was more than a meter high, under his crotch, survived and was captured by the one in front of him.

……

After a few simple arrows, the two kings rode forward on their mounts.

The situation was both bleak and urgent, with dwarven soldiers losing ground and long mountain roads passing by.

In the face of the relentless pursuit of the northern army, they can only be glad that the fire-breathing worm has not caught up.

Of course, this may also be due to the narrow road, and the big flying insect is not suitable for pursuit.

However, in any case, Beregost, one of the two major city-states of the Dwarves, was already occupied by the enemy at this time!

Considering this unfortunate experience, and the ongoing crisis, it is not difficult to imagine why the Dwarven King, who is in the prime of life, would complain and complain like a resentful woman.

It wasn't clear if the conjecture in his mouth was true, but it suddenly gave Charles a wake-up call.

During the journey, he groaned on the back of the deer for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

The Dwarven King said a few words as he slowed down, and then, under his stunned gaze, Charles broke away from the large army and hurried towards a corner of the road ahead.

The fleeing team was like a black torrent, but a little white splash suddenly splashed, and after breaking away from the torrent and turning east to Tibet to avoid the pursuit of the enemy army, they rushed towards the direction of the fallen Beregost!