Chapter 342 The Battle of Five Armies

"I once entrusted the dwarves to repair a gem necklace, which was a relic left by my wife." Thranduil saw Bard's serious expression and said slowly: "But after it was completed, these dwarves regretted it. Asking for more in return and unwilling to return the necklace.”

Bud nodded and said, "I understand."

"Your Majesty the King, when I helped those dwarves, they promised me one thing. I can help you get the necklace back!"

Thranduil heard this and looked at Bard: "If you can help me get the necklace back, you will be a distinguished guest of the Woodland Elf Kingdom!"

"But I think the dwarves will refuse your request."

"Impossible, they promised me." Bud didn't believe it.

After Galadriel, Elrond and the white-robed wizard Saruman received the news from the brown-robed wizard, they immediately went to the rescue. The three of them fought hard and finally drove Sauron away.

And would not be able to leave Modo for decades to come.

After being rescued again, Gandalf didn't even bother to rest, and immediately rushed to the Lonely Mountain.

By the time he arrived at Lonely Mountain after all the hard work, elves and humans had already gathered in River Valley Town. Gandalf did not stop and hurried to the Lonely Mountain.

"Thorin, the orc army has marched here. Have you called for reinforcements?"

Gandalf walked over with a springy step and asked.

"Of course, Gandalf!"

"On the first day of that Arken Gem, I contacted Cousin Dain."

"According to the time, he has arrived with the army from Iron Hills now, and he is expected to arrive tomorrow. With the army guarding by then, no one can even think of taking away the wealth of Erebor!"

When Gandalf heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and then he felt an unpleasant feeling.

"You have changed, Thorin!"

Thorin didn't care about Gandalf's words, walked up to the throne with his head held high, then turned around suddenly and said in a calm tone: "Really?"

"you're right!"

"I have indeed changed. I am no longer the destitute dwarf who was homeless and had nothing!"

"Now I am the king of the great dwarf kingdom."

"you!"

Gandalf's face became increasingly ugly.

What he was most worried about had happened. Now Thorin looked exactly like his grandfather, headstrong, greedy, stubborn and irritable.

This is a curse that runs deep into the blood of the dwarves. Once infected with this curse, no matter how wise the king is, he will become like this.

"Thorin, you have become just like your grandfather! It's not too late for you to put down the gem, return the necklace to the elves, and compensate the humans of Riverdale Town!"

"What are you talking about?" Thorin glared at Gandalf and said loudly: "You tell me to put down the wealth that I have worked so hard to find and the Arkenstone, the most precious treasure of the dwarves, and give up the King under the Mountain?"

"Let me give the necklace and those treasures to the elves and humans?"

"Are you kidding me! These are the dwarf kingdom's treasures that I worked so hard to get back from defeating Smaug. Those elves are not worthy of humans!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Gandalf said angrily: "The one who defeated Smaug was the human marksman Bard! And you made an agreement with Lake Town to share the wealth with them. Are you going to break your promise now?"

"Enough!" Thorin said angrily: "Gandalf, I am the king of the dwarf kingdom now, and everything is decided by me! You have no right to order me!"

Gandalf looked at the stubborn and greedy Thorin, sighed, and then said: "In that case, give me the quarter of the treasure that belongs to me in the contract, and convert the white gem necklace into gold for me. "

"I can think you are joking again, Gandalf! There will be no next time!" After saying that, Thorin turned and left without giving Gandalf any face.

Gandalf saw Thorin leaving, and after a moment of silence, he turned and left.

Soon the next day came, and just as the sun was rising, rows of well-equipped soldiers in golden armor came out of River Valley Town.

"The elves are coming!"

"Close the door! Alert!"

Thorin shouted immediately, and the surrounding dwarves immediately climbed onto the city wall with various weapons.

"What are the elves doing?" said a dwarf who was the first to see the situation outside.

"Don't you even think about it? They must have seen the evil dragon die, and now they want to take advantage of it!"

"These despicable elves have no good intentions!"

These dwarves talked all over the place.

Uh-huh!

The mighty elves' army stopped in front of the city gate uniformly, and the entire army was silent. A depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire battlefield.

The next second, a gap opened in the elven army formation. Thranduil stepped forward riding a divine stag and looked up at the dwarves on the city wall.

"Thorin, I hear you have recaptured Erebor."

"What does this have to do with you?"

Thorin still performed steadily and said with a foul mouth: "What are you here for? Are you here to celebrate for me? Then I will accept it."

"Other than that, we have nothing to talk about. I suggest you go back to your forest immediately!"

Thorin's voice spread throughout the valley, and the dwarves on the side also raised their weapons in protest.

Thranduil raised his hand, and the elven army behind him suddenly drew up their bows and arrows, aiming at the city wall. The dwarves were immediately frightened and crouched behind the city wall and did not dare to show their heads.

Then Thranduil made another gesture, and the archers behind him immediately put away their bows and arrows and returned to the previous state. All the movements were uniform and flawless, and thousands of elves were like one person.

Thranduil spoke again: "I came here without hostility. As long as you return the treasures belonging to my people, I will withdraw immediately!"

"Don't even think about taking a penny from me!"

"You treacherous elves, never think about getting the white gem necklace!"

Thorin shouted.

"Thorin, we can't win, return the necklace to the elves!"

The dwarf Balin pulled Thorin's clothes and persuaded him.

At this time, Gandalf also walked out of the army and said: "Those treasures will only harm you, turn back, Thorin!"

Thorin's face twitched, clenched his teeth, and the whole person was already burning with anger, as if he would explode in the next second.

At this time, Bard stepped forward and said, "Thorin, King under the Mountain, do you remember the promise you made to me?"

"Why do you say this now?"

"I want you to redeem this promise now and return the treasures of the elves to them!"

"Impossible!!!"

Thorin shouted loudly. Everyone on the battlefield was silent. They were completely disappointed with Thorin.

"Is this the last thing you want to say?" Thranduil held the long sword in his hand and said in a flat tone: "I'll ask you one last time, do you want war or peace?"

Thorin did not answer for a long time. He knew very well that the Kingdom under the Mountain was no match for the elves at all. Once the war started, they would probably be wiped out.

At the same time, he still had a fluke in his heart. He was waiting for reinforcements from the Dwarf Kingdom.

At this moment, a flying bird fell from the sky, landed on his shoulder, and then stayed in his ear for a moment.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"Elves! I choose war!"

The horn sounded, and the dwarf army of Iron Hill appeared on the hillside. Seeing the dwarf boar cavalry, Thranduil immediately ordered the army to change its formation, and the fiery red phoenix on his shoulder leaped up.

In an instant, the phoenix turned into a huge 20-meter-long flaming phoenix. The beautiful flaming phoenix spread its wings and flew high, and countless golden and red spiritual lights scattered from its body, leaving beautiful light and shadows in the air.

"What is that?" The dwarves looked at the flaming phoenix. But no one answered them.

"Prepare for battle!" Seeing the elves lined up, Dain, the lord of Iron Hill, immediately gave orders to prepare for the charge.

The dwarf heavy cavalry also began to charge. These dwarves riding wild boars were wrapped in sophisticated armor all over their bodies, and each one was like an iron can. When they charged as a whole, the lethality was amazing.

Seeing the dwarf army charging, Thranduil did not hesitate and directly ordered the archers to shoot arrows. The next second, thousands of arrows flew into the air and fell towards the dwarf army.

At the same time, the crossbows behind the dwarves immediately fired. This type of crossbow was specially developed by the dwarves to deal with arrows. After the crossbows fired, the thick arrows rotated rapidly in the air, like dandelions directly crushing the arrows shot by the surrounding elves.

Only a few of the thousands of arrows fell on the dwarves, and those dandelion crossbows flew quickly towards the elf army.

"Cry!"

The sacred phoenix in the sky instantly made a phoenix cry, and the next second a powerful flame instantly rose up. The sacred phoenix spread its wings and instantly flew in front of the "dandelion", spewing out hot flames.

The "dandelion" crossbow was instantly burned to ashes by the flames. Then the sacred phoenix flapped its wings, countless fireballs fell from the sky, and countless flames fell like meteors, instantly igniting the dwarf heavy cavalry that was charging below.

The flames fell, and the ground instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. A large number of dwarf cavalrymen who were unable to dodge rushed into the sea of ​​fire, and their armor was quickly burned red or even melted.

The dwarves in the sea of ​​fire were burned into a ball of charcoal in just a moment.

Seeing such a terrifying flame, the dwarf leader Dain's face changed drastically, and he quickly ordered to dodge. The originally aggressive dwarf heavy cavalry immediately scattered. At the same time, the dwarf crossbows adjusted their targets and fired at the Holy Phoenix.

The Holy Phoenix didn't care about these crossbows at all. The crossbow arrows, which were as long as ten feet, turned into charcoal in an instant after hitting the Holy Phoenix. It didn't cause any harm to Him.

As an elemental energy creature, the Holy Phoenix is ​​almost immune to all ordinary physical damage. The crossbow arrows of the dwarves have no effect on Him.

The Holy Phoenix flapped its wings, directly drawing a graceful arc in the sky, and spewed flames at the dwarves' crossbows. The burning sacred flames instantly burned the bedridden slaves to ashes, and even the dwarves who had no time to dodge were burned to charcoal by the flames.

As soon as the war began, the dwarves of Iron Hill were beaten badly by Thranduil's phoenix. Not only did the dwarves not gain any advantage, but they suffered heavy losses.

If Thranduil had not stopped the phoenix from attacking, these dwarves of Iron Hill would not be enough for the sacred phoenix to burn.

Seeing such a loss, the dwarves' blood finally cooled down. If they continued, they would all be burned to death. Even if Dain was angry in his heart, he did not dare to rush forward again.

At the same time, Thranduil did not continue to attack, but looked at Thorin, the king under the mountain.

"Thorin, hand over the necklace, my patience is limited!" Thranduil said.

Thranduil did not want the elves to suffer casualties. As the king of the elves, he valued the lives of the elves very much. Otherwise, after he fell out with the dwarves, he would not have left without saying a word and led the elven army away.

So from the beginning to the end, he did not want to go to war with the dwarves. In his opinion, the death of a thousand dwarves was not as important as the death of an elf.

Thorin's originally excited brain cooled down at this moment. He looked at the fire phoenix in the sky with fear. He had thought of the fire dragon Smaug before.

Although the fire phoenix in front of him was not as huge as Smaug, it was still not comparable to any of them. More importantly, the flames of this fire phoenix were not inferior to Smaug.

If they really took action, then all of them would die!

Just when the sword was drawn, a roar suddenly came from the ground. The ground in the distance suddenly bulged, and the next second, several huge underground worms drilled out from the ground.

The ferocious mouth looked very scary, followed by the dense and boundless army of orcs.

Seeing this scene. The dwarves and elves immediately began to re-form their array and aimed at the orc army. As the tribes of Middle-earth, they had a consensus, that is, no matter how much hatred there was, when Sauron and the orcs appeared, they had to unite against the outside world, or at least not cause trouble.

"Woo woo woo!"

On the top of the mountain farther away, the pale orc Azogra pulled the rope, and the battle flag next to him began to command the army.

"Damn it! The orc army is coming!"

Bard's face changed drastically, and he quickly ordered the human army to prepare for defense.

"Hey, Thranduil." Just as Thranduil was about to issue a battle order, a familiar voice sounded.

"Sir Richard, is that you?" Thranduil looked around and did not find Richard's figure.

"It's me, this is your white gem necklace, I got it back for you!" Richard's voice sounded, and then a beautiful necklace suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was the white gem necklace that he had been dreaming about.

Thranduil grabbed the necklace with one hand, carefully put it back into his clothes, then looked at the battlefield and said: "Order, move to Riverdale Town!"

The elven army immediately moved towards Riverdale Town, directly out of the way in front of the kingdom under the mountain.

"What are the elves going to do?" Thorin said with a grim expression when he saw the elves' actions.

"I don't know, are they going to escape? I know they are a group of cowards!"