In the Blue Mountains, Beregost, near the north, was now overrun by a large number of orcs

The original owners fled to the south of Norgrode.

On the dwarven road that runs through the hinterland of the Blue Mountains, a group of elves of 1,000 people are heading towards the interior of the Blue Mountains in the east after receiving orders.

The Norgrod dwarves, who had been notified in advance, moved quickly, preparing to face the enemy attack that would soon arrive, and to meet the fleeing party.

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At this time, the two Noldor royal armies near the mountains in the north converged and once again consolidated the long-standing siege of Angban.

Their scouts didn't give up their reconnaissance entirely, and continued to follow the path of the wasteland outside of Beleriand towards the Blue Mountains.

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At this time, the hidden kingdom of Gangdolin in the hinterland of a mountain range in the north sang and danced, and the wheat fields fluttered in the wind, a thriving scene.

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At this time, the Supreme King of Noldor, Fen Guoxuan, was standing on the top of the mountain fortress, and he was full of pride in his heart when he had just repelled the siege and attack of the Angban army.

On a high place, his eyes looked down at the rivers of the northern plains, and the three huge black volcanoes that were faintly visible at the end of his sight, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

There is the gateway to Angban, Sangolo Rom.

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At this time, the territory of Doriath in the hinterland of Beleriander is peaceful and peaceful, and the High King of the Sindar tribe, Eru Singar, is out hunting with his own escort, and the arrows in his hand are flying.

The Grey Elves in the southwestern part of the kingdom of Nakoth Lund are also at peace, and their king is wandering the world.

The people of the Phalas on the west coast were also in high spirits to sail to sea, build ships, or sing songs facing the sea.

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At this time, in the Blue Mountains, the two dwarven clans had already fused together, and the atmosphere was heavy in the face of the approaching large number of troops.

And the only ones who fought with them were the scarce number of Nando elves.

The attack on the dwarves was destined to upset the peace of the entire Bererian, but by that time, it was uncertain whether the elves would have time to regret it.

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Heavy wheezing accompanied by the sound of deer's hooves echoed through the canyon.

The curved canyon led to the dark end shrouded in the forest, and the white figure slowly walked through the gravel canyon, constantly rushing in the direction of the end.

The strong white bighorn deer's penetrating eyes were full of exhaustion at this time, and this exhaustion had been accumulated for a long time.

From the very beginning of rushing to Beregost, to the later rapid escape, and then to the master on his back against the current, regardless of the danger of exposure, he ran in the direction of Beregost, which had already fallen.

Then smoothly, or luckily, avoid the sight of the enemy who have not yet established themselves, enter a remote path, and then a series of tense rushes.

The bighorn deer has a very strong endurance, and as the king of the deer, his physical strength is even more amazing, but no matter how strong his physical strength is, he can't support such a consumption continuously.

As a result, the deer-ridden Charles had to slow down, reaching out and slowly stroking the mane of the white deer's neck, while looking at the valley forest in the distance, and a looming mountain peak at the end of the forest.

The mountains on both sides of him were chaotic as if they had experienced an earthquake not long ago, and the faint ticking sound reflected the blockage and interruption of the flow of a mountain stream in the canyon, and the look in Charles' eyes was more tired than the white deer under his crotch.

Hurry, fight, fight, flee......

This continuous situation did not give him any time to rest, and the dense army in his memory, as well as the huge and fierce wingless dragon, did not give him the slightest idea of resting.

The war came so suddenly that no one but the enemy was prepared for it.

Charles was even more lightly dressed, not even wearing a piece of close-fitting armor.

Now, the long black hair that had been neatly dressed as a beggar's suit had become messy, and the forehead ornament that bound the hair had long since disappeared during the battle.

Covered in mud and rubbed out of clothes, the handsome face was mixed with sweat and dust, which perfectly expressed the word gray face.

He has been able to live intact until now, because of his talent.

But no matter how strong his talent is, he can't use it without damage, mobilizing the shadows, agitating the spirit, and the double consumption of physical strength and soul makes him hate to ignore all this at this time and return to the territory to sleep a lot.

But if he did, it would be all for naught.

The people and things that were familiar to the newly united dwarven allies and the thriving new kingdom were so vulnerable to the surging northern army.

And will the only hope really turn into hope......

Looking up at the towering mountain at the end of his sight, Charr suddenly patted his mount on the neck, and the Horned Deer stopped in front of the dark forest.

Then I heard them whistle loudly.

There was a moment of silence, and the sound of wings fluttering came from overhead.

A blue lark landed deftly on Charles' shoulder, and after bouncing a few times, it turned its head and chirped at him.

This bird is the first he communicates with, and it is also the most affectionate.

Charles once gave him a prank nickname because he liked to jump around, but in the end, it didn't seem appropriate for a bird to call him a chicken, so he simply called it Jumping Feet.

Usually Charles doesn't have to worry about it, jumping feet will always soar and be active nearby, and when they are summoned, they will run quickly, and this time is naturally no exception.

Raising his hand to signal the little guy to jump onto his palm, and then touching its supple little head, Charles used his mind trick to whisper to it.

The bird nodded after blinking its little eyes, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

Charles, on the other hand, rolled over and got off the white deer, and sat down on the gravel surface to rest.

The white bighorn deer, which is more than two meters tall, also slowly walked to a small stream near the forest not far away, bowed his head and drank, and his tired expression gradually eased.

At this time, the distant city-state of Nogrod was already filled with dense orc armies.

Soon after, looking up and seeing a group of black dots in the sky, Charles immediately got up, straddled the white deer again, and ran into the forest without hesitation.

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As the sun faded and night fell, the army outside of Nogrod gathered and moved towards the steel gates of the dwarven city-state with a few large trolls pushing their heavy battering rams with difficulty.

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The Charr crossed long, dark woodland roads and ran through a rugged field full of pitted corpses.

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The rhythmic sound of crashing continued to hear, and where Norgrod was, countless arrows flew out from the hidden rock holes on both sides and above of the mountain, shooting the trolls pushing the battering ram and the nearby enemy forces into a sieve.

The arrows were sharp, and the flame demons who were burning all over their bodies had to temporarily avoid the edge and hide behind the army.

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Charles finally reached the target mountain, and after looking up at the huge mountain that looked tall in the night, but with no vegetation, he rolled over the deer and quickly climbed to the top of the mountain with the power of shadow.

From a distance, he looked like a tiny spider climbing on top of a boulder.

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The battle in Nogrod became more and more intense, and the originally heavy and hard steel gates, with a large amount of blood poured out, had loosened somewhat, and the sound of the impact became more and more harsh.

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Charles had climbed to the mountainside, looking through the cold moonlight, above the already faintly visible summit and below was the deep sky hidden in the hazy night.

The "strength" that was originally abundant in his body was already on a dangerous line, and he raised his head to face the remaining distance, gritted his teeth, and moved forward bravely.

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Time passed, the bright starry sky became more and more dazzling, and the cold moonlight also appeared and disappeared with the dark clouds.

Humans, elves, and most of the creatures of Beleriander have fallen into a deep sleep, but the hustle and bustle of the Blue Mountains is still alive, or rather intensifying.

Battering rams were constantly ramming, piling up mountains of corpses, only to be carried away repeatedly.

In the square, a large number of orcs stared at the crumbling steel gate in front of them, their eyes flashing with bloodlust and excitement.

ultimately

With a strong impact, the gate of Nogrod burst open!

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Meanwhile, at night, the Charr had successfully climbed to the top of the nameless mountain.

The wind around him was fierce, and the cold moonlight shrouded him, he crouched on the steep part of the mountain, holding a small hammer borrowed from the dwarf king in his hand, and after taking a deep breath, he slammed into the boulder below him!

Bell ——!

Crisp and loud, with a long echo.