"Yes!" The Wood Elves roared loudly.

The morale of the Iron Foot Army suddenly increased a bit.

At this critical juncture, the most feared thing is for the comrades-in-arms to withdraw and leave.

Dain looked at King Thranduil in shock, "You...... You old fellow, I'm quite impressed! Well, then let's fight side by side until the last moment! ”

"Good! Fight! Until the last moment! King Thranduil swung his elven sword and continued the fight.

Dain's iron-footed pig's head hammer opened and closed, and each hammer was forcefully smashed into meat sauce against the orcs who rushed in front of him, while King Thranduil's knife technique was extremely elegant and ethereal, the blade did not touch the orc soldiers at all, and the strength was also soft, just like the comparison of the fist and the legs, but the power was no worse than that of Dain's iron feet, and where the elven blade passed, a large number of half-orc soldiers fell to the ground like leeks.

“…… They couldn't stand it. On the wall, Dvalin said angrily.

The Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain were tempted to rush down to help, but Thorin did not allow them to fight, and only told them to stand by.

If this continues, both the elven army and the Iron Foot army will be swallowed up by the orc army.

Standing on the top of the snow peak, Azog smirked triumphantly: "Hmph, I have a well-trained elite army, even if that guy is here, what can I do?" This is a real duel, a hard-to-head duel of strength, and he has no means to compete with me - orcs! Go on the offensive! Don't give them a respite! Bloodbath here! Finish them all! ”

The orc attack suddenly became even more frenzied.

The losses of the Iron Foot and Elven armies have increased, and it is likely that they will not have time to retreat under the walls of the Lonely Mountain before they will be completely surrounded by the orc forces.

The dwarves on the walls of the Lonely Mountain were in great pain, and a few of them even hid their faces and wept.

And just then, a heavy footstep came out of the palace.

Thorin held his head high, his royal robes removed, revealing his hard armor and the crown on his head, just as he had been when he was the captain of the expedition.

"Mistress Diedi is right."

Thorin looked around at each of the Lone Mountain Dwarves with a majestic and determined gaze, "I can't cower behind the walls and watch others die for us!" We are all children of Turin! And the sons of Turin will never flee the battle! ”

The eyes of all the dwarves in the Lonely Mountain suddenly moistened, and their jaws trembled uncontrollably!

They have been waiting for this sentence for too long, too long!

Thorin drew his king's sword and said in a deep voice to the dwarves present: "I have no right to command you to follow me and die generously, but I sincerely ask you once again, can you believe in me again, follow me, and fight for the glory of Turin?" ”

All the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain wiped away their tears and clenched their weapons tightly.

Thorin continued: "In this battle, we may all die, and perhaps the Lone Mountain Dynasty will be annihilated, but the glory of Turin is above all else! We will die and be glorious! Will you follow me and die with me? ”

All the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain shouted loudly, "We do! We do! We do! ”

Thorin then took a deep breath and said with pride, "Then, we will be invincible!" Pombo! ”

"In!" The chubby Pomber urn stood up angrily.

"Blow the Turin horn of the Palace of the Lonely Mountain!"

"Yes!"

"Chiliferi!"

"In!"

"Untie that golden bell and let it swing through the makeshift walls!"

"Yes!"

"Others, good weapons, good armor, good spirits! Prepare to go with me! ”

"Yes!"

The dwarves of the lonely mountain all moved excitedly.

Pomber stood alone on the top of the city wall with a huge horn on his back, and blew it vigorously.

The sound of this horn was low, rougher and longer than the sound of a dragon's groan!

This horn is the Turin horn, and according to legend, it is the sound of this horn that awakens the ancestor of the dwarves, Turin, and since then, there has been an endless life of the dwarf race!

Generally speaking, the trumpet is sounded only when there is a major event.

Now, there's no better time to do it!

The sound of the trumpets echoed throughout the region, and everyone couldn't help but sigh for a moment.

Naturally, the elves and humans didn't understand what this meant, but the Iron Foot Army burst into tears one by one!

As the Elven King, King Thranduil naturally knew about the Turin Horn, but he couldn't believe it.

Gandalf, who was far away in Riverdale, heard the sound of the horn and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "...... Thorin, you've finally come to your senses. ”

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the makeshift city wall was smashed open by a huge golden bell, and then Thorin walked out with a cloak, followed by a dozen majestic lonely mountain dwarves!

They are old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, but quite, their faces are full of extremely resolute expressions, looking at death as if they were at home!

Thorin led his Lonely Mountain troops from the Lonely Mountain King's palace to the main battlefield in the valley.

The Iron Foot Army and the Elven Troops, who had originally planned to retreat, immediately stopped, and they were infected by Thorin's breath!

Chili took the opportunity to shout, "Make way for His Majesty!" ”

The Iron Foot and Elven armies immediately made way for Thorin and his men to quickly enter the main battlefield and face the orc forces.

Dain raised his arms excitedly and shouted, "Long live the king!" ”

All the dwarves present shouted three times: "Long live the king!" Long live the King! Long live the King! ”

Although Dain Ironfoot is also a king, Thorin is the king of the lonely mountain with the most authentic bloodline, and the king of the lonely mountain is the king of the seven dwarven tribes!

Thorin shouted loudly, "Sons of Turin! Brothers of the elves! Follow me, I'm for the arrows, charge! ”

Thorin was in the lead, followed by the Lone Mountain Dwarves, and then the Ironfoot Dwarves.

Lord Thranduil sneered, "This guy ...... actually regarded me as his subordinate, forget it, this time, it's not the time to care about the reputation! Elven troops! Charge! ”

The Wood Elves immediately followed the dwarven troops' charge, shooting at the orcs with their elven longbows as they charged.

Before, they had to fight with the orcs and couldn't take advantage of their range, but after Thorin appeared, they charged in an arrow formation, and they had the advantage of playing to their strengths.

Suddenly, the two armies collided again, and under the strong morale, the alliance troops actually played another wave of superiority in the case of numerical inferiority!

Of course, at this time, Xu Feng, Lin Hai, and Yang Gong have all joined the battle again, and the number of half-orc troops is drastically decreasing in a way that is visible to the naked eye!