I'm In Middle-Earth: Going To Slay A Dragon At The Start

Chapter 73 Ravens fly north, war will start

When Thorin heard that Bard had come, his expression changed.

But when he heard that Bard came with the order of the Woodland King, Thranduil, he was angry again.

He said to Bud: “I can give Long Lake Town what it deserves, but those damned elves will never be able to take a penny out of me, and there is no door.”

Afterwards, let Bud continue to talk in hype, Thorin’s attitude is always the same, which makes Bud very helpless.

But Bud had to continue to persuade, he said:

“King of Turin – Thorin Oakenshield! The army of elves has reached the gate of the city, don’t you worry?”

“Hahaha!”

Thorin laughed: “Army? Did he think I would be afraid of this? Go back and tell him, the dwarves will never compromise with the elves! Even death!

Thorin directly cut off all thoughts of Bard and refused any request of the elves. Bard returned without success.

Not long after Bud left, a black crow flew out from above the gate of the underground city, all in the direction of the iron hills.

Sorin looked at the sky, but his eyes were filled with fiery flames.

“Thranduil, dwarves are not easy to mess with, you can’t get any interest from us.043.”

When Budd returned to Riverdale Town with the news in frustration, Thranduil was not surprised or discouraged at all.

“Human, I have already told you that that stubborn guy will not follow the advice of others.” Thranduil said.

“Now, the elves have to rely on their own hands to get things back.”

Bud Yan, the originally frustrated face became even more ugly, he couldn’t help saying:

“Elf King, the river valley can no longer withstand the invasion of war, do you really want to cause war?”

Thranduil hesitated, then shook his head and said:

“Don’t worry, the war will only end in the dungeon and will not spread outward.”

Saying that, Thranduil no longer listened to Bard’s dissuasion, and turned to leave.

Bud watched in astonishment. The stubbornness of the two kings made him the new mayor of the river valley so big.

Why do they want to live here? Sandwiched between two races ready to wipe out a meteor bomb?

Dark Forest, Old Forest Road.

A huge black shadow Zhengren stood in the middle of the dense forest, walking slowly along the road.

That’s Raven Hill.

Raven Hill looks like a huge mountain on the surface, but it is a huge war fortress, a movable war fortress powered by earth burrowers.

This fortress is towering into the clouds, with dangerous terrain and rugged stone roads.

The height of the mountain can be used as a platform for watch and command; the danger of the mountain can also be used as an obstacle to resist the enemy’s attack. It can be said to be defensive and offensive.

Therefore, it has also become the command center of Orc, and the commanding place of Azog.

At this moment, as the Raven Hill slowly walked along the path, the trees and mudstones along the dark jungle would be flattened and rolled into the ground.

Surrounding the fort were Orcs, who moved slowly along with Raven Hill.

The Oaks were all black, like ants coming out of their nests, looking from the front to the back, they couldn’t see the edge at a glance.

With the movement, the bone-chowing sound of those molars also continued to resonate in the sky above the dense forest.

All the creatures have consciously escaped from this area, and those who did not escape have long been stuffed into their stomachs, or torn apart by the wolves.

“Fear fright~” A few wolves who came from behind suddenly rushed up Raven Hill, and then stopped in front of a gray-skinned, sturdy figure, and a fierce and dignified Orc.

This Orc is naturally the destroyer – Azog.

Several Orcs jumped off the Warg and said respectfully:

“Master, the elves in the west have crossed the mountain range. The number is estimated to be nearly 200,000. The first 10,000 cavalrymen have reached the entrance of the dark jungle.”

Azog nodded, and then called his own son to him.

“Borg, my son, the day of our revenge has come. Will you lead the army to kill for me, and let the reputation of Orc fall back to Middle-earth.”

Borg was a little excited, of course he was willing, he was willing to do anything for his great father – Azog, even if it was to die.

“Yes, I do, Father!” Borg shouted loudly, his steel-encrusted face full of determination, expressing his determination.

“Very well, Borg,” Azog’s rough, hoarse voice came, and then he patted his son on the shoulder and said hoarsely again: “It seems that you have grown up.”

After that, Azog issued a new order.

He left his son Borg with 300,000 soldiers on the old forest road in the middle of Mirkwood to ambush the coming elf army from Rivendell.

“Borg, don’t let me down!” Azog said.

The trusted Borg’s face was full of excitement: “Father, I will definitely kill all these elves to prove your reputation as a destroyer.”

“Hahaha, very good, then let the reputation of our father and son spread across the continent together, and let everyone who hears tremble for it!”

Azog’s wild and wanton laughter spread all over Raven Hill in the howling wind, and all the orcs also stretched out their fangs in response.

The raven went north to the Black Hills, which, of course, could also be called the Iron Hills.

The Iron Hills, as the name suggests, are iron-bearing hills, or rather, iron-rich hills.

Between these hills and mountains, there is no excess vegetation, and all of them are black land and rocks.

Occasionally, if you look up, you may see one or two small but powerful argalis jumping between the stones.

Of course, fifty meters below the calm ground is another scene.

Different from the barrenness and calmness on the surface, there is a lot of heat and cries here.

Under the iron hills, groups of dwarves were holding the tables and shovels in their hands, digging down constantly.

They kept hitting and digging, sparks after wave after wave, seemingly tireless, only willing to make a hole in Mother Earth.

Of course, these dwarves are mining iron ore.

Everyone is immersed in the work at hand, although the sweat has soaked their long beards and their clothes, but they still have satisfied smiles on their faces.

They are keen on this, and whenever another piece of iron ore is smashed, they will always show off loudly with their companions, but the atmosphere is very harmonious.

However, a rapid horn sound suddenly broke the harmony.

“Ugh-

The horn of the argali rang all over the ground, and all the dwarves suddenly heard the movements in their hands and raised their heads.

“The king has an order, all dwarves, neatly equipped, assembled—!”