The crimson magma ocean spread rapidly and flowed after it, illuminating the sky in a fiery red, and constantly urging the already irascible dark army to be even more violent.

Countless wolf cavalry galloping across the field galloped and roared, ogres whimpered and neighed, and one Noldor cavalry after another was chased up, and then swallowed up in the dark waves, disappearing without a trace!

On the northern edge of Dosonnian is a relatively steep slope that ends at the end of the slope with the Arangard steppe, and at the end is a walled fortress built on a raised hill.

At this time, there is a lot of noise here, and the heavily armed elven soldiers are busy carrying out various tasks, carrying defensive equipment, preparing arrows, inspecting weapons, and so on...... Everything is prepared for the brutal war that is about to come.

At a certain part of the city wall, a blonde figure who looked like Finrod was surrounded by a group of elven generals, standing at the head of the wall, listening to the chaos around him.

"The slopes are steep and precise, and it's impossible to accommodate so many orcs, and if we survive the initial onslaught, the enemy will inevitably be swallowed up in magma, so even if there are a lot of them, we still have a chance to win!"

"That's true, but molten lava is a tactic used by Morgoth, how could he allow the orc army to be wounded by his own strength?"

"It seems impossible, but I can't imagine how to keep the orcs from being injured by the magma, and if the enemy can control the magma from so far away?"

"The enemy is not necessarily uncontrollable!"

"And what can you do?"

"You can only prepare for a long-term war......"

The solemn discussion revealed a rush and a faint irritability, obviously caught off guard by this sudden offensive.

At this moment, I'm afraid that even the most stable elf can't keep calm.

The dazzling sea of fire that stretched out was enough to swallow everything, and in the defensive area of the high ground, the elves felt that the sea of fire was unlikely to spread.

But no one can be sure about this until it happens, after all, no one knows how much magma Morgoth has prepared for this war!

Not only that, but the countless enemy troops that were overwhelming by the darkness of hope didn't seem to be something they could easily fight!

"Why don't we retreat?" One of the generals whispered a proposal, but as soon as the words fell, they were glared at hostilely by the same people from all over the world.

"Even if you retreat, where can you retreat? If Dosonian is lost, we will not escape the fate of Morgoth if we run to the southernmost barren forest. Besides, we don't hesitate to give up everything in Amen Continent to chase here, what is the purpose of it, have you forgotten? ”

The blonde elf named Angelrod gave a quiet glance at the timid elf, causing the other party to bow his head in shame.

He wanted to say something more, but he happened to see his brother and a black-haired and black-eyed elf rushing over.

Like his brother, Angelo easily guessed Charles' identity and saluted him.

Because of the situation, they did not say anything, and they turned their eyes to the looming crisis in the north.

The many elven soldiers on the city wall have been prepared, aiming with their bows, and the trebuchets are ready to go.

However, what happened in the north was too tragic, listening to the trembling and wailing of the great earthquake, and watching the fleeing companions be swallowed up and disappeared one by one.

At first, they were able to keep their composure, but as their vision became clearer, and as bursts of laughter and screams drifted faintly, the faces of the guard elves became angry.

Finally, one of the generals shouted angrily with his sword drawn from his waist.

"Damn Morgoth, let you step over my corpse, or Dosonian will never be lost!"

"I won't take a step back when I die!"

"This revenge will be avenged!"

“……”

"You go first! We'll be there! ”

The last voice was a little cowardly, but it spread throughout the walls of Dosonian, and even the many shouts converged to drown out the roar of the enemy trampling the earth, reaching into the sky, and the dark clouds rippled as a result!

On the plain, the largest group of fleeing elven cavalry trembled when they heard this, and the first black-haired general immediately gritted his teeth and turned his horse's head, drawing his sword and roaring loudly towards the rapidly approaching black wave.

"The boys of Noldor don't just run away, they are not afraid of death, they rush with me!"

Under the melodious and dull sound of the horn, his soldiers turned around and swooped towards the black ocean, which was a thousand times more numerous than his own, and then was quickly submerged.

The infantry on the plains of Alangard had long since dissipated with the enemy's onslaught, and most of the fleeing troops were some elven cavalry.

Some of these cavalrymen had a chance to reach safety, but with the heroic general at the forefront, they followed suit and turned to the north to launch a death charge.

At this time, the air around me seemed to be full of piping hot, and the sky was half dark red clouds, half thin starry sky.

Under the red light, the silver spray splashed at the edge of the black ocean, faint and inconspicuous, but it was enough to leave its mark on the enemy.

Because they couldn't catch off guard, because they were too fast, they made at least three times as many enemies as their own be trampled to death by the later army!

The sound of whimpering cries wafting faintly from the city walls, but more often than not, the sound of weapons unsheathed.

In the face of this sudden attack of the enemy, no elf can be sure that he will be safe and sound, and it is not clear whether it is correct to stay here at this time

But they can't retreat, and there's no way back.

……

While Dosonian was attacked by an army, neither the western line of Finnor nor Fingon was attacked by any army.

Although the large area of intense lava also spread, the lack of enemy presence minimized the damage here.

Driven by the fiery red magma that spread all over the mountains, Fengong jumped to the top of the mountain, and a boulder behind him was immediately dyed golden red by the striking magma, and at the same time splashed a "splash" and twisted back and forth.

Fengong was the latest to return because he had commanded the escape, and at this time, he glanced around, and the towering mountain road here in the Shadow Mountains was full of soldiers who had fled before.

Although the number has dropped a lot, it is not too painful. Now, a large number of elves are now looking at the vast and bright lava sea in the north with happy faces.

Fingon was comforted by this.

It's just that the sound of the horn faintly coming from the east made his good mood disappear without a trace, but became extremely heavy.

The area of the Shadow Mountains was not attacked by the enemy, and it seemed lucky, but it was actually sending a signal.

That is, Morgoth has put all his armies on the other two fronts!

"Lord Fingon, we ......"

It wasn't Fingon himself who noticed this, but some generals were also worried about it.

However, as far as the eye can see, the large area of magma at the foot of the mountain that seems to envelop the whole world can only hide in the mountain here, unable to go to reinforcements.

"Inform His Majesty the Supreme King of the current situation of the war, and then try to detour from the south to reinforce us, we can't do nothing!"

Looking at the three volcanoes in the north that were still spewing a lot of magma, Fingon gave a decisive order.

……

Just as Fingon had expected, on the other side of the Noldor line, the same fate was taking place in the east.

Driven by fierce magma, a group of fire-filled fire demons walked on the top of the magma ocean.

In front of them was a large group of lizarddragons, and in front of them was a dense army of wolf cavalry and trolls and orcs.

On the distant horizon, the hazy hills became clearer, and at the top of the hill called Simrin stood a huge castle, on which a group of soldiers was now in full array.

The dark red black clouds in the sky spread from the north in all directions, gradually obscuring the stars overhead, and slowly dyeing the earth with a layer of black and red

The endless darkness was like a heavy hammer, slamming into the narrow line of defense.

After a thunderous roar, the defensive line was violently shaken, and the geographical advantage allowed the fortress on Simlin to hold on, but it was besieged by a large amount of darkness.

But the gap in the plains of Magalore, named after the lord, collapsed after the hammer fell!

A large orc army engulfed the Plains Guardians, and then swarmed into Middle-earth behind the encirclement line from the gap here.

The siege of Angban, which lasted for 310 years, was suddenly broken by the long-held northern enemy!