Chapter 282 Sorin Sober, The Art of Inspiring Morale
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Jing Shen Tian Si
The Ice Dragons drew away a sufficient number of war beasts, but the orcs far outnumbered the elves and dwarves, and their numbers continued to increase.
The elf's golden armor troops suffered heavy damage. Thranduil rode his elk and retreated to the city of River Valley. Dozens of orcs were beheaded by him one after another.
When he entered the city, Thranduil's mount picked up eight enemies with antlers, and just as he cut off eight heads with one sword, the elk was unfortunately attacked by a bow and arrow and rolled to the ground.
The half-orcs around him quickly besieged him. Thranduil looked at the enemy with resentful eyes, and quickly stood up to fight back with two swords.
His elven troops also retreated into the valley city and fought with the half-orcs in the city. The city suddenly became a battlefield for humans, elves, and half-orcs.
Outside the city, more than half of Dan's iron foot soldiers were killed or injured. Even his wild boar mount died on the way of charging. The number of dwarf warriors continued to decline amidst the sound of fighting, screams and screams.
In desperation, Dan had no choice but to order the troops to retreat to the Lonely Mountain. What he couldn't understand was that he hadn't seen Thorin until now.
The dwarves are now facing an enemy that is several times their own, and their morale is low. What they need most is their king.
In the great hall of Irubor, Sorin sat alone on the throne, staring blankly at the gold everywhere.
"When did we abandon our compatriots?" Dwalin walked up to the hall with tears in his eyes. "Thorin, they are bleeding and dying."
"The caves are connected to the caves in this mountain. We can rely on the terrain to ensure everything is safe." Thorin stood up suddenly, "Yes, yes, that's right, we need to move the gold deeper to ensure safety."
"Didn't you hear me?" Dwalin bellowed angrily. "Dan's surrounded, and they're all going to be killed."
Sorin was stunned for a moment, and said indifferently: "In war, people will always die, there are plenty of people, but compared with gold, human life is nothing, not worth mentioning.
For gold, no matter how many people die, it is worth it. "
"Do you think so?" Aaron suddenly appeared in the hall and picked up the Akon gemstone on the throne. "Maybe I shouldn't have given it to you in the first place."
"Put it down." Thorin drew out his long sword and pointed it at the two, "Put down the Arkon gem and go out.
Get out before I kill you. "
Aaron shrugged and threw the gem into the pile of gold coins under his feet. Thorin immediately jumped down the steps to pick up the Akon gem, and carefully protected it in his arms.
"Dwalin, what do you think of him now?"
"It's like a different person." Dwalin shook his head in pain. "He wears a crown and sits on a throne, but he is smaller than ever before."
"I think so too." Aaron shrugged, then took out his wand.
"What are you going to do?" Thorin's face changed slightly, and he was about to stop Aaron from moving.
"Except your weapons."
The red curse hit Sorin, the long sword in his hand was knocked off, and the whole person flew out.
"Calm down, I'm not here to steal your gold." Aaron smiled, then pressed his wand against his temple, "I want to show you something."
A wisp of silvery smoke came out of Aaron's head, and with a wave of his right hand, a scene unfolded in the magnificent hall, which was part of his memory when he and Bilbo were looking for the Arken gem.
In the picture, Smaug sneered triumphantly, bluntly saying that he wanted to let Thorin take the gem of Arkon, and watched him being devoured by the gem and falling into destruction.
He even took his grandfather as an example, and briefly described how Saul became supercilious because of greed, and finally ended up with the ruin of the country and family.
As for the subsequent memory of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, Aaron did not dare to release it, which would bring Bilbo a lot of trouble.
"see it?
Thorin, you are following in the footsteps of your grandfather. "
Sorin couldn't believe it, and shook his head blankly, "Impossible, it must be fake."
"It's true." Dwalin scolded anxiously, "Look at what you've become now?
In the past, Sorin was indomitable. He was the forerunner of the dwarves, and he wanted to take back Irubor and regain the glory of the dwarves.
But now?Once fell into greed and madness, even the lives of the tribe were ignored.
You are the king, you have always been our king, never doubted before, but now we have to. "
"Not really, not really..." Thorin muttered to himself, repeating these words over and over again.
Seeing him like this, Dwalin's mouth was bitter, and tears even flashed in his eyes, but he was relieved in his heart, because he could see that Sorin had doubts about money.
Aaron quietly gestured to him to let him go out and inform the others to prepare for battle, while he played with the wand in his hand, thinking about what spell to use later.
But on second thought, he put away his wand again.
To deal with a neurotic patient like Thorin who fell into the eyes of money, the effect of illusion is much more effective than spells.
Snapped!
Aaron snapped his fingers, and the whole hall turned into dazzling gold, and his figure also became transparent, replaced by a lifelike dragon (Hogwarts ghost version)
The gold coin under Sorin's feet turned into a huge golden vortex. He fell into it and struggled desperately to climb up, but by coincidence, he saw his grandfather Sol screaming in the deeper part of the vortex, which made people Smelling sad, seeing tears.
At this moment, Smaug's undead appeared in front of him. It didn't say anything, it just grinned, and the sarcasm in its eyes was very obvious, as if saying that I knew that the descendants of Turin would definitely come here.
The moment he was swallowed by the gold coins, Aaron released the illusion in time.
"Sorin, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?"
"It's okay, I just had a nightmare, it's very real.
So real, I even saw my grandfather waving at me. "
Aaron chuckled inwardly, and fortunately, the most important thing in Irubane was the statue of Sol, which provided him with enough material to create illusions.
"It's fine, then you can continue to guard the gold here!
Bahrain and I are going to support the battlefield. They have never changed their loyalty to the king, but it is impossible for them to watch their compatriots die in battle. "
"Wait." Thorin stopped Aaron nervously, then took off the crown on his head and threw it into the pile of gold coins, "I'll go with you."
Aaron pretended to be surprised, "You figured it out?"
"I don't want to be like my grandfather. Gold will never be as important as my clansmen." Sorin pulled out his long sword, took off the metal ornaments on his body, and walked towards the city gate.
At this time, the surviving iron foot army was powerless to resist and was forced under the city wall of Irubor.
Asog seemed to have seen the end of the dwarves, and immediately ordered the horn to be blown, preparing to launch the final general attack.
The dwarves on the city wall felt very guilty, they didn't want to be cowards, and when they were extremely frustrated, Sorin walked towards them slowly with his saber.
Seeing that he could bear it no longer, Kili cursed at Thorin: "I will not hide forever behind a stone wall and watch others charge, and for our sake.
I'm not that kind of person, Thorin. "
"No, it's not." Sorin looked at his nephew with relief, "We are all descendants of Turin, and the descendants of Turin will not shrink back in battle."
He walked up to everyone and said apologetically, "I don't have the right to give orders to you again, but can you listen to me for the last time?"
The dwarves were silent, but they all stood up from the ground and clenched the weapons in their hands to show their attitude.
Aaron rolled his eyes. He admitted that the scene was very infectious, but if Thorin hadn't stopped him, the group of them would have rushed out.
"Ahem! I have prepared something for the dwarven army.
You charge first, and I will arrive later. "
At this time, the dwarves' army could not retreat with their backs at the foot of the Lonely Mountain. Dan ordered them to build a shield wall and prepare for the last desperate fight.
Seeing this, Asog temporarily put the half-orc army on standby until a few giant beasts reached the front row before ordering people to blow their horns and launch a general attack.
A few giant beasts opened the way, and the morale of the dwarves suddenly dropped. Their shield walls could block the charge of the orcs, but the formation of the giant beasts might be broken in an instant with a swing of the mallet.
Over icy mountains and mist, into deep cellars, and ancient caves...
We need to set off before dawn to find the location of the beautiful gold...
The pine trees howled in the highlands, the strong winds roared at night, the flames spread red and relentlessly, the trees howled like torches...
Suddenly, a melodious melody sounded from Irubane, and Aaron waved his wand like a band conductor, putting the poems that Thorin and the others hummed in Shire to the entire battlefield, and slightly modified them.
The half-orc army who was about to launch a general attack was at a loss, and didn't understand how the tune came from.
But the dwarves felt an indescribable sense of family and country from the music. If they were a little panicked before, they definitely see death as home now.
The dwarves worked hard, suffered so much, and endured many grievances before taking back Iruber. They had to defend this dwarf kingdom even if they died.
Every dwarf clenched the weapons in their hands and roared passionately, eager to fight the orcs immediately.
At the same time, Pang Bo, who had just picked up a large horn on the city wall, looked at the music conductor beside him with a speechless expression on his face, "You have already done this, and I can't blow my charge horn after all."
"What are you looking at me for? It's art, the art of pep talk.
My music teacher taught me a few battle songs, but I was worried that you wouldn't understand them, so I found a more down-to-earth one. At least in my opinion, there is no tune that can mobilize the dwarves' emotions more than this. "Aaron said triumphantly, "but your charge is the real order. "
Hearing this, Pang Bo hurriedly nodded, took a deep breath, and vigorously blew the horn.
The elf's golden armor troops suffered heavy damage. Thranduil rode his elk and retreated to the city of River Valley. Dozens of orcs were beheaded by him one after another.
When he entered the city, Thranduil's mount picked up eight enemies with antlers, and just as he cut off eight heads with one sword, the elk was unfortunately attacked by a bow and arrow and rolled to the ground.
The half-orcs around him quickly besieged him. Thranduil looked at the enemy with resentful eyes, and quickly stood up to fight back with two swords.
His elven troops also retreated into the valley city and fought with the half-orcs in the city. The city suddenly became a battlefield for humans, elves, and half-orcs.
Outside the city, more than half of Dan's iron foot soldiers were killed or injured. Even his wild boar mount died on the way of charging. The number of dwarf warriors continued to decline amidst the sound of fighting, screams and screams.
In desperation, Dan had no choice but to order the troops to retreat to the Lonely Mountain. What he couldn't understand was that he hadn't seen Thorin until now.
The dwarves are now facing an enemy that is several times their own, and their morale is low. What they need most is their king.
In the great hall of Irubor, Sorin sat alone on the throne, staring blankly at the gold everywhere.
"When did we abandon our compatriots?" Dwalin walked up to the hall with tears in his eyes. "Thorin, they are bleeding and dying."
"The caves are connected to the caves in this mountain. We can rely on the terrain to ensure everything is safe." Thorin stood up suddenly, "Yes, yes, that's right, we need to move the gold deeper to ensure safety."
"Didn't you hear me?" Dwalin bellowed angrily. "Dan's surrounded, and they're all going to be killed."
Sorin was stunned for a moment, and said indifferently: "In war, people will always die, there are plenty of people, but compared with gold, human life is nothing, not worth mentioning.
For gold, no matter how many people die, it is worth it. "
"Do you think so?" Aaron suddenly appeared in the hall and picked up the Akon gemstone on the throne. "Maybe I shouldn't have given it to you in the first place."
"Put it down." Thorin drew out his long sword and pointed it at the two, "Put down the Arkon gem and go out.
Get out before I kill you. "
Aaron shrugged and threw the gem into the pile of gold coins under his feet. Thorin immediately jumped down the steps to pick up the Akon gem, and carefully protected it in his arms.
"Dwalin, what do you think of him now?"
"It's like a different person." Dwalin shook his head in pain. "He wears a crown and sits on a throne, but he is smaller than ever before."
"I think so too." Aaron shrugged, then took out his wand.
"What are you going to do?" Thorin's face changed slightly, and he was about to stop Aaron from moving.
"Except your weapons."
The red curse hit Sorin, the long sword in his hand was knocked off, and the whole person flew out.
"Calm down, I'm not here to steal your gold." Aaron smiled, then pressed his wand against his temple, "I want to show you something."
A wisp of silvery smoke came out of Aaron's head, and with a wave of his right hand, a scene unfolded in the magnificent hall, which was part of his memory when he and Bilbo were looking for the Arken gem.
In the picture, Smaug sneered triumphantly, bluntly saying that he wanted to let Thorin take the gem of Arkon, and watched him being devoured by the gem and falling into destruction.
He even took his grandfather as an example, and briefly described how Saul became supercilious because of greed, and finally ended up with the ruin of the country and family.
As for the subsequent memory of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, Aaron did not dare to release it, which would bring Bilbo a lot of trouble.
"see it?
Thorin, you are following in the footsteps of your grandfather. "
Sorin couldn't believe it, and shook his head blankly, "Impossible, it must be fake."
"It's true." Dwalin scolded anxiously, "Look at what you've become now?
In the past, Sorin was indomitable. He was the forerunner of the dwarves, and he wanted to take back Irubor and regain the glory of the dwarves.
But now?Once fell into greed and madness, even the lives of the tribe were ignored.
You are the king, you have always been our king, never doubted before, but now we have to. "
"Not really, not really..." Thorin muttered to himself, repeating these words over and over again.
Seeing him like this, Dwalin's mouth was bitter, and tears even flashed in his eyes, but he was relieved in his heart, because he could see that Sorin had doubts about money.
Aaron quietly gestured to him to let him go out and inform the others to prepare for battle, while he played with the wand in his hand, thinking about what spell to use later.
But on second thought, he put away his wand again.
To deal with a neurotic patient like Thorin who fell into the eyes of money, the effect of illusion is much more effective than spells.
Snapped!
Aaron snapped his fingers, and the whole hall turned into dazzling gold, and his figure also became transparent, replaced by a lifelike dragon (Hogwarts ghost version)
The gold coin under Sorin's feet turned into a huge golden vortex. He fell into it and struggled desperately to climb up, but by coincidence, he saw his grandfather Sol screaming in the deeper part of the vortex, which made people Smelling sad, seeing tears.
At this moment, Smaug's undead appeared in front of him. It didn't say anything, it just grinned, and the sarcasm in its eyes was very obvious, as if saying that I knew that the descendants of Turin would definitely come here.
The moment he was swallowed by the gold coins, Aaron released the illusion in time.
"Sorin, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?"
"It's okay, I just had a nightmare, it's very real.
So real, I even saw my grandfather waving at me. "
Aaron chuckled inwardly, and fortunately, the most important thing in Irubane was the statue of Sol, which provided him with enough material to create illusions.
"It's fine, then you can continue to guard the gold here!
Bahrain and I are going to support the battlefield. They have never changed their loyalty to the king, but it is impossible for them to watch their compatriots die in battle. "
"Wait." Thorin stopped Aaron nervously, then took off the crown on his head and threw it into the pile of gold coins, "I'll go with you."
Aaron pretended to be surprised, "You figured it out?"
"I don't want to be like my grandfather. Gold will never be as important as my clansmen." Sorin pulled out his long sword, took off the metal ornaments on his body, and walked towards the city gate.
At this time, the surviving iron foot army was powerless to resist and was forced under the city wall of Irubor.
Asog seemed to have seen the end of the dwarves, and immediately ordered the horn to be blown, preparing to launch the final general attack.
The dwarves on the city wall felt very guilty, they didn't want to be cowards, and when they were extremely frustrated, Sorin walked towards them slowly with his saber.
Seeing that he could bear it no longer, Kili cursed at Thorin: "I will not hide forever behind a stone wall and watch others charge, and for our sake.
I'm not that kind of person, Thorin. "
"No, it's not." Sorin looked at his nephew with relief, "We are all descendants of Turin, and the descendants of Turin will not shrink back in battle."
He walked up to everyone and said apologetically, "I don't have the right to give orders to you again, but can you listen to me for the last time?"
The dwarves were silent, but they all stood up from the ground and clenched the weapons in their hands to show their attitude.
Aaron rolled his eyes. He admitted that the scene was very infectious, but if Thorin hadn't stopped him, the group of them would have rushed out.
"Ahem! I have prepared something for the dwarven army.
You charge first, and I will arrive later. "
At this time, the dwarves' army could not retreat with their backs at the foot of the Lonely Mountain. Dan ordered them to build a shield wall and prepare for the last desperate fight.
Seeing this, Asog temporarily put the half-orc army on standby until a few giant beasts reached the front row before ordering people to blow their horns and launch a general attack.
A few giant beasts opened the way, and the morale of the dwarves suddenly dropped. Their shield walls could block the charge of the orcs, but the formation of the giant beasts might be broken in an instant with a swing of the mallet.
Over icy mountains and mist, into deep cellars, and ancient caves...
We need to set off before dawn to find the location of the beautiful gold...
The pine trees howled in the highlands, the strong winds roared at night, the flames spread red and relentlessly, the trees howled like torches...
Suddenly, a melodious melody sounded from Irubane, and Aaron waved his wand like a band conductor, putting the poems that Thorin and the others hummed in Shire to the entire battlefield, and slightly modified them.
The half-orc army who was about to launch a general attack was at a loss, and didn't understand how the tune came from.
But the dwarves felt an indescribable sense of family and country from the music. If they were a little panicked before, they definitely see death as home now.
The dwarves worked hard, suffered so much, and endured many grievances before taking back Iruber. They had to defend this dwarf kingdom even if they died.
Every dwarf clenched the weapons in their hands and roared passionately, eager to fight the orcs immediately.
At the same time, Pang Bo, who had just picked up a large horn on the city wall, looked at the music conductor beside him with a speechless expression on his face, "You have already done this, and I can't blow my charge horn after all."
"What are you looking at me for? It's art, the art of pep talk.
My music teacher taught me a few battle songs, but I was worried that you wouldn't understand them, so I found a more down-to-earth one. At least in my opinion, there is no tune that can mobilize the dwarves' emotions more than this. "Aaron said triumphantly, "but your charge is the real order. "
Hearing this, Pang Bo hurriedly nodded, took a deep breath, and vigorously blew the horn.
