Chapter 1200 I Am God

These trolls and ogres are useless in the face of dragons, not to mention the Maya-class Smaug, who has been evil in the Eastern World for many years, and has occupied the Lonely Mountain for a long time, and is almost the overlord here.

On this day, people finally recalled the pain of being dominated by fire dragons.

He killed a lot of trolls and ogres, and sprayed a few mouthfuls of dragon flame on the way, causing huge damage to the Orc Legion. Seeing that the remaining trolls and ogres began to ignore the order to flee the battlefield, Anyang read a spell to make Smaug give up attacking them, and turned his attention to Raven Hill in the distance, the command flag of the Orc Legion, and the Legion Commander Bo. where Ergo is.

The fire dragon immediately flapped its wings, turned its direction, swept across the battlefield, and flew towards Raven Hill.

In just a moment, it flew to Raven Hill.

"Roar!"

The fire dragon roared, but now there were only two flags and a few drums left above Raven Hill. A long horn fell to the ground, and all the orcs fled.

It was suddenly furious, opened its mouth and spit out a dragon flame, burning the flag and drum to the ground!

Then it circled around the top of Raven Hill for a few times, and it immediately turned its attention to the stone building on Raven Hill, turned its direction and flew over.

"boom!"

A mouthful of dragon flame hit a building, and the solid stone building collapsed suddenly as if it had been hit by heavy artillery.

The figures of several orcs appeared, panicking.

The fire dragon immediately rushed up and stretched the huge dragon head to the window of the building, and it was another long dragon flame.

"Boom..."

The building quickly turned to rubble.

Through the eyes of the fire dragon, Anyang still didn't find any trace of Bolger. I don't know if he escaped or was buried by the collapsed building. However, he didn't have time to take care of it, and controlled the fire dragon to fly back violently, attacking the half-orc armored corps that was lining up to attack the elf shield array.

About two minutes later, when the fire dragon was on the battlefield, it seemed that the power was suddenly unplugged, and the waving wings suddenly fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

It happened to fall in the camp of dwarves and elves, and it killed how many dwarves and elves in one fell swoop.

Looking at this huge dragon body, there was an uproar in the battlefield.

So far, it never got up again.

Bolger never appeared again. He did not adopt Asog's strategy in the plot. The half-orcs were such a legion from beginning to end. Although the number is indeed terrifyingly large, and even dwarfs and elves once hanged, but once this army is defeated, they will have no room to maneuver.

There was a fire dragon raging before, and the orcs suffered heavy losses. The fire dragon just left the battlefield, and the giant eagle and the skin-changer came again. The defeat of the orcs was a foregone conclusion.

Such a war of disparity in strength can turn defeat into victory, and it is enough to be included in the history of Middle-earth.

For this reason, the dwarves, elves and humans also fought for a full day before all the orcs were defeated!

This is because this war is not a war between nations, but a war between races and races, camps and camps. The two sides are not fighting for a victory or defeat, but a decision of life and death. Only one side can survive, so there is no such thing as laying down their weapons and surrendering. Except for a few orcs who escaped at the end, the rest of the time has been fighting!

The Smaug Wasteland was completely red with blood, but everything calmed down, and the battlefield was actually covered with corpses.

There are dwarves, elves, and humans, and more are half-orcs, as well as trolls and ogre corpses that can be found from the battlefield at a glance... or covered with spear holes and sword wounds, or With arrow feathers, it was even stained by the raging dragon flames, and it was burning with flames.

This is not a magnificent and majestic poem, nor a hymn that ignites blood.

No one would want to come to this place except the poet.

Poets... just think about it.

"The chosen one completes task one."

Suddenly, the cold voice of the system sounded in my mind.

Anyang quickly took out his mobile phone, called up the task panel and glanced at it. The progress bar of the first task seemed to have been completed, and the progress bar of the total task had also gone by more than half. Obviously, the second task was much simpler.

At the same time, his own strength has also returned. To be precise, the shackles that bind him have disappeared. Except for strength, all special abilities have also been restored.

Anyang took a deep breath.

"Hey! ... Comfortable!"

He then lowered his head and looked into the battlefield.

Dan, the militant, was panting with exhaustion, and the pig under his seat was foaming at the mouth. He glanced around with the warhammer, and then shouted with the warhammer held high.

"Win! We won!"

"These bastards, haha, finally won!"

Thranduil sat on the back of the big-horned deer and watched him go mad, then reached out and touched several sword wounds on the back of the big-horned deer, and whispered something, as if he was chanting a magic spell, but also as if to comfort it .

Then, he narrowed his eyes and swept across the battlefield, but he showed a bit of sadness and regret.

Looking down the battlefield, although there were quite a few elves standing, they were obviously seriously injured, and those who were not injured were so tired that they could barely stand up. But what he deplored the most was the corpses all over the ground. The golden armor of the elf warriors was very recognizable in the dark tones of the battlefield. One after another, they were scattered all over the battlefield.

It almost made him want to go crazy!

This is a ghost! Noble and immortal spirit! Not a dwarf, a rude race that only knocks a hammer, nor a mortal with a short lifespan! But... his clan.

But now these elves have fallen to the ground, and the elegance of the past is only silent and lifeless. Some of them have been divided by cruel orcs, or their armor is broken, or they are covered with stubby arrows. Occasionally, some of their beautiful faces can be seen on a few unsullied faces.

Thranduil clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and clenched his other hand into a fist, trembling slightly.

After a while, he turned around and said, "Order the army to gather, bandage the wounded, organize the carriage, collect the bodies of the tribesmen who died in battle, and leave this cursed place as soon as possible."

At the end, he said again: "Send someone to inform the people who are staying in the kingdom and let them come over to meet them."

"Wow!"

The horn of the elves also sounded.

The remaining elves, no matter how seriously injured, heard the horn and obeyed the order without hesitation.

The dwarf expedition team was seriously injured, but there was not even one attrition, and the organization was intact, which was fortunate. Just looking at the bloody wasteland and the corpses of the tribesmen, even though the kingdom was completely established and the big threat of the orcs was cleared away, they were not happy.

"Sorin?" Balin asked, licking his lips, no doubt everyone was tired and thirsty after fighting for so long.

"Well, let's prepare food and water." Thorin regained his senses in an instant and ordered, "Let's take a rest first, and then take care of the soldiers' bodies. ... At this time, there is no need to distinguish dwarves, humans and elves, they are all The heroes who died in defense of the Lonely Mountain, no matter which race they belonged to, now... there is only one corpse left, and it will soon turn to dust."

"No, they are defending their own race, in order to defend the justice and light in their hearts." Thranduil stepped forward coldly, still showing no good feelings towards him.

Sorin was silent and did not fight back.

Bard's orders were similar, and they all collected the corpses for their comrades after a rest. However, there are still many old and weak women and children in Hegu City. After he arranged things, he personally drove his horse to Hegu City and called all the old and weak women and children who had been worried all day to prepare food for the exhausted army. .

Afterwards, the corpses of the orcs need to be cleaned up, otherwise they will be piled up here, as long as the temperature is a little higher, it will cause a plague.

Anyang has changed into a gray-white robe and slowly walked down the mountain, his expression much duller than before.

"Congratulations everyone, you have won the victory, and you will no longer have to worry about the invasion of the dark forces."

"Wandering wizard!" Thranduil stared at him coldly, almost drawing his sword, "Most of my people are damaged in this cursed place, is this what you said congratulations?"

"Without this war, the Woodland Kingdom would be removed from Middle-earth," Anyang said.

"Don't lie, I have experienced too many wars in my life, and there are many dangers that you can't imagine, but I am still standing here, the Woodland Kingdom is still standing, a war is not enough to destroy us!" Serendi Er rode on the big horned deer, and a thin wound was drawn on his left face, like a red line, which added a touch of coquettishness to his handsomeness.

"Who can prove a changed future?" Anyang smiled indifferently.

At this moment, Gandalf suddenly stepped out of the plate, looked him up and down, and then said: "But you may be wrong about one thing. Orcs have been killed repeatedly, and they will definitely make a comeback! And Sauron's soul is still there. , the dark forces are still threatening us all the time, even if Saruman has dealt with him, it is not easy to get rid of this demon king."

"I will deal with them." Anyang said, and added at the end, "Don't trust Saruman, that is a lunatic obsessed with power, and desire will sooner or later make him fall."

"What about you? How can we guarantee that you really want to help us? Instead of using us to do something?" Thranduil said coldly beside him, "You just resurrected the fire dragon, which is from the Necromancer. means!"

"I didn't resurrect the fire dragon, I just woke it up from hell for a while, and let it make atonement for the wrongs I had committed." Anyang said, suddenly seeing the injury on the big horned deer under his seat, he couldn't help but wave his hand , a soft white light suddenly spilled out, covering him and the deer.

In an instant, those wounds healed, and even the slightly tired Thranduil felt that he was full of energy and returned to his best state.

Anyang turned around again and faced the many soldiers.

"pattering..."

The light rain that gradually fell from the sky has diluted the blood stains, but these rains fell on people's bodies, but the wounds on the people's bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The soldiers who had just experienced a protracted battle just felt that their physical strength was intact, as if they had just gotten up from the bed and opened the window.

"Who are you?" Thranduil was finally startled.

"Me? I'm a god who descends into the mortal world and guides lost creatures away from darkness, pain, sorrow, and evil desires." Anyang's body suddenly lit up with a divine dazzling light.

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