These monsters and ogres are useless against dragons, not to mention the Maiya-level Smaug, which has been evil in the East Land for many years and has occupied the Gushan Mountain for a long time, is almost the overlord here.

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

He killed many monsters and ogres in a few seconds, and sprayed a few dragon flames on the way to fly, causing huge damage to the Orcs. Seeing that the remaining monsters and ogres began to escape from the battlefield without regard for orders, Anyang recited a spell to make Smaug give up attacking them, and instead aimed at the Raven Ridge in the distance, the Orcs command flag, and the place where the Legion Commander Borg was located.

The fire dragon immediately pounced on its wings, turned its direction, flew straight across the battlefield, and flew towards the Raven Ridge.

But in a moment, it flew to Raven Ridge.

"roar!"

The fire dragon roared, but now there were only two large flags and a few drums left above Raven Ridge. A long horn fell to the ground, and all the orcs escaped after hearing the news.

It was furious and opened its mouth and spit out a dragon flame, burning the flag and drums all!

Then he circled around the top of Raven Ridge for a few times. It immediately turned its gaze to the stone buildings on Raven Ridge, and flew over.

"boom!"

A dragon flame hit a building, and the sturdy stone building suddenly collapsed like a heavy shell.

Several orcs appeared and panicked.

The fire dragon immediately rushed up and extended the huge dragon head to the building window, and another long dragon flame.

"Boom..."

The building quickly turned into gravel.

With the eyes of the fire dragon, Anyang still found no trace of Borge. He didn't know whether he had escaped or was buried by the collapsed building. However, he didn't have time to control the fire dragon and flew backwards, attacking the orc heavy army that was lined up to attack the elves shield array.

About two minutes later, the Fire Dragon was showing its mighty power on the battlefield, but it seemed that it was suddenly unplugged. Its wings were waving and suddenly fell from a high altitude.

"Boom!"

It just fell into the camp of dwarves and elves, and I don’t know how many dwarves and elves were killed in one go.

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

At this point, it never got up again.

Borg never appeared again. He did not adopt the strategy of Asog in the plot. The orcs were like this legion from beginning to end. Although the number was indeed so large that it was terrifying that it even beat the dwarves and elves for a while, once the army was defeated, they would have no room for maneuver.

There was a fire dragon raging in front of him, and the orcs suffered heavy losses. The fire dragon had just left the battlefield, and the giant eagle and the skinned man came again. The defeat of the orcs was a foregone conclusion.

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

Even so, the dwarves, elves and humans fought for a whole day before they defeated the orcs!

This is because this war is not a war between countries, but a war between races and races, and camps. The two sides do not fight for one victory or defeat, but a life or death. Only one side can survive. It is said that there is no such thing as putting down the weapon and surrendering. Except for a few orcs who flee in the end, they are fighting all the time!

The Smaug wasteland was completely stained with blood, but everything was calmed down and the battlefield was covered with corpses.

There are dwarfs, elves, humans, and more are orcs, and there are monsters, ogres corpses that can be found from the battlefield at a glance... or are injured by spears and swords, or are covered with arrow feathers on their bodies, and even are stained by the raging dragon flames and burning flames.

This is not a magnificent poem, nor is it a hymn to ignite blood. It is a purgatory, a purgatory that ruins countless iron-boned warriors and strong heroic souls.

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

The poet...just think about it.

"The selected person completes task one."

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

Anyang quickly took out his cell phone, called out the task panel and scanned his eyes. The progress bar of the first task seemed to have been completed, and the progress bar of the total task was also half gone. Obviously, the second task was much simpler.

At the same time, my own power has also returned. To be precise, the shackles that bind me are gone. Except for the power, all special abilities have also been restored.

Anyang immediately took a deep breath.

"Hiss!...Shuk!"

He then lowered his head and looked into the battlefield.

The militant Dann was also exhausted and panting, and the pig under his seat kept foaming at him. He glanced around with the warhammer, and then he held it high and shouted.

"Win! We won!"

"This group of dogs, haha, I finally won!"

Thrandil sat on the back of the bighorn deer and looked at him crazy indifferently. Then he reached out and touched several sword scars on the bighorn deer's back, murmured softly, as if he was chanting a magic spell, or as if he was comforting it.

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

Looking along the battlefield, although there were many elves standing, they were obviously seriously injured, and those who were not injured were so tired that they could hardly stand up. But what he regretted the most was the corpses all over the ground. The golden armor of the elf warrior was easily identified in the dark tones of the battlefield, one after another, spread all over the corners of the battlefield.

This made him almost want to go crazy!

This is an elves! A noble and immortal elves! It is not a crude race like a dwarf who can only knock hammers, nor is it a mortal with a short lifespan! But... his tribe members.

But now these elves are all lying on the ground, and the grace of the past is only silent and lifeless. Some are still dismembered by cruel orcs, or broken armor, or are covered with thick arrows all over their bodies. Only by occasionally unfilthed faces can they see their beautiful faces.

Thrandir clasped the hilt tightly, and his other hand clenched into a fist, trembling faintly.

After a moment, he turned around and said, "I ordered the army to gather, bandage the wounded, sort out the carriages, collect the bodies of the tribesmen who died in battle, and leave this cursed place as soon as possible."

Finally, he said: "Send someone to notify the people left behind in the Kingdom and let them come and pick them up."

"Woo!"

The elves' horn sounded, too.

Even if the remaining elves were seriously injured, they would not hesitate to follow the order when they heard the horn.

The Dwarf Expedition was a little seriously injured, but not even one of them had been reduced and the organization was intact. This was a blessing. They just looked at the bloody wasteland and covered with corpses of tribesmen. Although the kingdom was completely established and cleared out a major threat from the orcs, they were not happy.

"Sorin?" Balin asked, licking his lips. After fighting for so long, everyone was undoubtedly tired and thirsty.

"Well, prepare food and water." Thorin came to his senses instantly and ordered, "Everyone will take a break first, and then take care of the corpses of the warriors... At this time, there is no need to divide dwarves, humans and elves. They are all heroes who died in battle to defend the Lone Mountain. No matter which race they belonged to during their lifetime, now... there is only one corpse left, which will soon turn into dust."

"No, they are defending their own race, to defend the justice and light in their hearts." Thrandir walked up coldly, still not showing good looks to him.

However, Thorin was silent and did not retaliate.

The orders given by Badna were similar, and they were all to collect the bodies of comrades after resting. However, there were still many elderly, weak, women and children in the Hegu City. After he arranged the matter, he personally rode his horse to Hegu City, calling the elderly, weak, women and children who had been worried all day long to prepare food for the exhausted army.

Then, the orcs' corpses need to be cleaned up, otherwise they will be allowed to accumulate here, as long as the temperature is slightly higher, it will lead to a plague.

Anyang has changed into a gray-white robe and slowly walked down from the bottom of the mountain, with his expression much more plainer than before.

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

"Wandering Wizard!" Thrandil stared at him coldly and almost drew his sword. "Most of my tribe members have been lost to this cursed place. Is this what you said to be congratulations?"

"If there were no such war, the Woodland Kingdom would have been removed from Middle-earth World." Anyang said.

"Don't speak nonsense. I have experienced too many wars in my life. There are many dangers that you can't imagine. But I still stand here, the woodland kingdom still stands. A war is not enough to destroy us!" Thrandil rode on the big horned deer and a thin wound was drawn on his left face, as if he was drawing a red line, which made him look more charming while his handsomeness.

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

At this time, Gandalf suddenly walked out of the plate, looked him up and down, and then said, "But one thing you may have said wrong. The orcs are constantly killed, and they will definitely make a comeback! Moreover, Sauron's soul is still there, and the dark forces are still threatening us at all times. Even if Saruman has already dealt with him, it is not easy to get rid of this demon king."

"I will deal with them," Anyang said, adding another sentence at the end, "Don't believe Saruman, he is a madman obsessed with power, and desire will sooner or later fall into him."

"What about you? How do we guarantee that you really want to help us? Instead of using us to do something?" Thrandil said coldly next to him, "You have just resurrected the Fire Dragon. This is the method of the Necromancer!"

"I did not resurrect the Fire Dragon. I just let it wake up from hell for a while and let it atone for the mistakes it had made." An Yang said, and suddenly saw the wound on the big horned deer under his seat. With a wave of his hand, a soft white light suddenly sprinkled out, covering him and the Fire Dragon.

In an instant, the wounds recovered one after another. Even the slightly tired Thrandir felt full of energy and returned to his best condition.

Anyang turned around again and faced the many soldiers.

"Parr..."

The light rain gradually fell in the sky, diluting the blood stains, but the rain fell on people, but the wounds on their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bruises and swelling subsided instantly, and the fatigue was wiped out. The soldiers who had just experienced a long battle only felt that they were in good physical strength, as if they had just gotten up from the bed and pushed open the window.

"Who are you?" Thrandir was finally shocked.
Chapter completed!