In order to avenge his father, the Dwarf King Sellane ran around and contacted all the Dwarf Tribes. After nine years, he finally formed an army of five hundred Dwarves.
In addition, the Dwarves of the Iron Hill also agreed to send eight hundred Dwarves as support.
Of course, they didn't just contact their Dwarven allies. They also went along the Misty Mountains from the north to the south, clearing out the small Orc strongholds one by one.
When he brought his eldest son Sorin back to the Dark Barbarian Land excitedly and prepared to call on his son to join the final battle, he was shocked at the gate of the Dark Barbarian Dwarven Kingdom.
A dense army was marching out of the city. There was an endless army of dwarf goat cavalry, rows and rows of human heavy infantrymen in shining armor, and squads of human cavalrymen holding all kinds of banners …
"Father, brother, you're finally here! If you came a few days later, second brother would have cleared out all the Orcs in Moria himself. " Third Brother Frelin saw his dusty father and brother from afar. They rode a strong and tall black goat and ran over.
"These years, we've been hunting Orcs from the south to the north. Now, the Orc King and his subordinates have all gathered near the Mines of Moria."
Sorin looked at Ol 'Three's shining Radiant Armor and the powerful mountain goat he was sitting on. He then looked down at his old, dusty plate armor and the broken boots that revealed his feet. He felt very upset.
"These people … soldiers, where did they come from? What are they doing here? "Old King Sellane was confused.
"One thousand five hundred Goat Knights, we're all the guards of the House of Turin. Three thousand heavy cavalry, they're also from the House of Turin. They're the army of the human vassals.
The two thousand light cavalry are also from the vassals' territories.
There's also three thousand Rohan Hussars and three thousand mercenaries from Gondor and other human kingdoms. "
"This, this, this is already more than ten thousand people?" Sellane stuttered in disbelief.
Even at the peak of the Turin Dwarves, it was difficult to form an army of ten thousand Dwarven Warriors!
"Why are there so many vassals?" Sorin didn't understand.
"All the humans, Hobbits in the Dark Barbarian Land and the wanderers near the Misty Mountains have been gathered by second brother to farm around the capital.
There's a total of eighteen Earls and twenty-four Lords, more than a hundred thousand people. Transferring five thousand soldiers won't affect production too much, "Frelin said proudly.
"Why are the humans willing to pledge their loyalty to Tyrion?" Sorin was confused.
"Because the House of Turin is famous, because the King of Moria was passed down from the first era, because my second brother was a meritorious person who broke the monopoly of the noble bloodline."
Seeing the confusion on his father's and brother's faces, the third son explained, "Working for Emperor Gondor will at most earn the Emperor's verbal praise, and maintain an official position in the Empire for only one generation.
If you work for us, you'll be rewarded. If you make a small contribution, you'll be rewarded with money. Second Brother is even more generous than the Dengdan Emperor. If you make a big contribution, you'll be granted a title, hereditary title, and you'll be divorced from the country.
Therefore, the humans are willing to serve the Dwarf King. "
"But there are so many human nobles. Is this still the Dwarven Kingdom?" Sorin frowned.
"Anyway, humans like to live on the plains, and we dwarves live in caves. We don't interfere with each other, and it's a win-win situation if we work together," Third Brother said disapprovingly.
Selaine nodded and said, "When we were in Lonely Mountain, we also got along well with the humans in Long Lake Town. We dwarves want mountains, while humans want plains."
"Why did the Rohan Cavalry also come?" Then, he asked again.
"Two years ago, Second Brother personally went to Rohan and had a good talk with the Cavalry King. They formed an alliance to fight against the Half-Orcs."
"They can do that?" Old Wang murmured.
"Not only Rohan, but also the large tribes and small kingdoms near the Misty Mountains were roped in by Second Brother. Everyone agreed on a time to encircle and suppress the Half-Orcs together.
The Half-Orcs are not only the enemies of the dwarves, but also all humans. The enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend, but there's always the possibility of cooperation. "
"Frelin, you've grown up." Old Wang stroked his long beard with relief.
"It's all Second Brother's teaching."
"Where's Tyrion?" Old Wang turned his head and looked around.
"The task of commanding the troops was given to me and Balin. Second Brother should still be practicing in the palace."
"Practicing?" Old Wang's face suddenly changed, and he said sternly, "What I said in the past, he ignored it? The Dark Demon King's Sorcery is a demonic art, and it can't be practiced. Why didn't he listen? Why didn't you persuade him? "
Frelin said disapprovingly, "Father, we have to face the Balrog, the Nemesis of Turin. Normal power is useless!
Even at the peak of the Turin Dynasty, they still couldn't defend Moreila. Now, we can't even see the tail of the peak. If we don't find other ways, how can we succeed?
Also, in the era when the Dark Demon King ruled the world, the Great Emperor of Gondor, Isildo, could become the greatest hero because he practiced the Sorcery Sword Manual? "
Sorin thought, and he gradually agreed with the choice of his second brother and third brother. Without the Sorcery Sword Manual, Isildo couldn't defend Gondor, and he couldn't end the Dark Demon King's rule. Without the Sorcery Sword Manual, even if Tyrion could drive away the Half-Orcs, he couldn't defeat the Nemesis of Turin. Without the Sorcery Sword Manual, he couldn't drive away Smaug and take back his home in the Lonely Mountain.
"Second Brother is practicing the Sorcery Sword Manual? Did Second Brother cut off his penis? "Selaein exclaimed.
"No, the Sorcery Sword Manual is the secret of the Royal Family of Gondor. Normal people can't see it.
Also, Second Brother said that the Sorcery Sword Manual is all about speed. The Dark Demon King's weakness is fleeting, so it needs to be fast.
But the Nemesis of Turin doesn't have any obvious weakness. We can't get close to it, and we can't break its defense. No matter how fast it is, it's useless. "
"What kind of sorcery is Tyrion practicing?" Sorin asked.
Frelin jumped down from the goat and whispered to his elder brother, "Frost Axe!"
Sorin looked at his father, "You are very knowledgeable. Have you ever heard of this sorcery?"
"It seems to be related to ice? It can counter the Nemesis of Turin, and it can even counter the Fire Dragon … Where did he find such a high-level secret manual?
Although it's easy to fall into darkness by practicing sorcery, each secret manual represents an ultimate power, and each ultimate power can only have one master.
The more powerful the ultimate power, the more precious the secret manual is, and the less likely it is to be passed down. "Selaein frowned.
"Second Brother bought it from a street stall. It's not a lost secret manual."
"Once the secret manual is passed down, there are too many people practicing it. Everyone is competing for the ultimate power …"
Shaking his head, Old Wang laughed, "I'm thinking too much. Even if the secret manual is open for everyone to practice, not everyone has the right to master the ultimate power."
"Father, you keep talking about the ultimate power. What is it?" Søren was confused.
Frelin also looked at his father curiously. It was also his first time hearing about the ultimate power.
"The ultimate power is the upper limit of sorcery. It's a power that only Gods can master."
"The power of Gods … How strong is it?!" Søren was stunned. Then he complained, "If we practiced sorcery since we were young, we might have the power to chase Smaug away! It's been thirty years. We've abandoned our country for thirty years! "
Old Wang shook his head and sighed, "The ultimate power is essentially the power of the Dark Demon King who died in battle.
The deeper you practice sorcery, the easier it is to connect with the will of the Dark Demon King, and the easier it is for you to fall into darkness.
If you lose your mind and your will is twisted, what's the use of having the strongest power?
Also, the ultimate power is not invincible.
In fact, in the ancient times, there were often mortals who killed the Dark Demon King who had the ultimate power.
It's such a waste to lose your mind and humanity for a less powerful power! "
"I heard that Turin's nemesis was very common in the ancient times?" Solin asked blankly.
"Even in the ancient times, Turin's nemesis was at the level of a Dark Demon King," Selaein said seriously.
"You said it yourself. Mortals often killed Dark Demon Kings. Are you saying that all of us dwarves combined can't compare to the mortals who often appeared in the ancient times? "Solin said bitterly.
"It's not like that …" Selaein waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "In the ancient times, we dwarves could also kill Turin's nemesis.
Many Dark Demon Dragons died in the hands of dwarves. Not to mention Smaug, even the ancestor of the Megalosaurus, Glaurung …
Sigh, times have changed. The power of magic is getting weaker year by year. Even the elves who are supposed to live forever are dying like mortals. "
"The elves are dying of old age?" Solin and his brother exclaimed.
Selaein's eyes flashed and said in a low voice, "Solin, you are my successor. I'm not sure if I can survive the battle with the orcs this time. There are some secrets that I should tell you.
That's right. Since the beginning of the third era, the power of us and the elves has been greatly weakened. The elves can still live forever because they have the three elven rings. "
"Magic … ring?" Solin's expression changed.
Selaein nodded slightly, "The third era is coming to an end. I have a feeling that the Supreme Magic Pants will appear soon. If the pants are destroyed, all the rings of power will lose their magic power. By then, the elves will have to leave Middle Earth. "
"Father …" Solin said hesitantly, "We Turin dwarves also have a ring of power, right?"
"You can't use it! The Dark Demon King has already returned. "Selaein said sternly.
Solin's face flashed with disappointment and asked in a muffled voice, "Father, you know so many secrets. Are you also a member of the White Path Association? Can you ask the white robed wizard Saruman to help us fight against the Demon Dragon and Turin's nemesis? "
"I'm not familiar with Saruman … During the era of Moria, the King of Turin Dwarves was a temporary member of the White Path Association. After the Lonely Mountain fell, he even lost his status as an observer."
The old dwarf king's expression was bleak, "A king who can't even protect his own kingdom. What right does he have to protect Middle Earth?
These secrets were all told to me by your grandfather. Our ancestors also knew about them.
At that time, the Turin Dwarves could decide the fate of the world … "
"Father, I also want to learn the secret book of sorcery. I must take revenge on Smaug." Søren gritted his teeth and said.
Selaein looked at the neat army and said with a determined gaze, "Let's put Smaug aside first. This time, we must kill the orc king Azog and take revenge for your grandfather!"
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Tyrion spent nine years to prepare an army of eleven thousand dwarves and humans. What did it mean in Middle Earth?
In The War of the Five Armies in The Hobbit, the total number of dwarves was only five hundred. The number of elves and humans in Long River Town was definitely less than five hundred.
In The Lord of the Rings' famous Battle of Helm's Deep, Rohan's army was less than three hundred. The number of elves was also less than that. What looked like hundreds of thousands of orcs was actually only ten thousand.
After that, the Battle of Whitetown was the most magnificent battle in The Lord of the Rings. It looked like there were at least a hundred thousand of them.
No.
Whitetown's guards were about two to three thousand, and Rohan's cavalry was about six thousand … The orcs that covered the plains outside the city were massacred by six thousand cavalry, which meant that there were less than thirty thousand of them.
It looked like there were a lot of people in the movie, but it was all an illusion … The Chinese director could make a battle of hundreds of thousands of people look like gangsters fighting, but the foreigners could make a battle of millions of people that decided the fate of the world.
Therefore, even if Tyrion's army of ten thousand was placed in the final battle of The Lord of the Rings at the end of the era, it could still change the fate of the world.
At that time, his army was almost invincible.
"King Tyrion, the ruler of Moria!"
When Tyrion chopped off Azog's head with his axe and stood on the stone steps in front of the gate of Moria, he raised the head high. The cheers of the dwarves and humans shook the sky and reverberated far away in the valley.
Tyrion's army was armed to the teeth. Moreila's orcs were less than four thousand, and they were still lacking in armor and weapons … Serene's vengeful battle, which she had been prepared to die for, had turned out to be a crushing victory.
"Azog dared to humiliate the Turin Dwarves, humiliate my grandfather. I will never forget this hatred. I will wrap his head in gold and use it as a chamber pot! I will put it in a public toilet so that all the dwarves can come and pee in it. "Tyrion held the head in his left hand and the axe in his right as he roared at his subjects with a ferocious expression.
"Long live, long live King Tyrion!" The dwarves were getting more and more excited.
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