People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

The elves' ships floated in the blue waves of the long lake.

A trace of fish belly white has appeared in the east, and the sky before sunrise is a blue-gray color. The solitary mountain in the distance is like a shadow among the blue gray. Under the shadow, densely packed Orcs and Trolls are crawling.

These dark enemies also gathered on the shore of the long lake, staring at the elves with eager eyes, trying to force the elves to the shore with simple arrows, stones and even inaccurate trebuchets assembled on site. .

But what they get in exchange is often a precise and deadly arrow.

As for those fools who were confused and tried to swim directly over, they couldn't even touch the side of the ship.

The situation is not dangerous, but every elf has a look of worry and panic on his face.

They could hear the shaking of the earth, which was the sound of heavy footsteps, thousands of footsteps gathered together.

"The enemy's main army is on the shore of Long Lake Town." An elf jumped down from the mast and said to Legolas: "There are at least five thousand in number, all of them are well-equipped elites, and there are Lots of trolls and iron chariots.”

Legolas was still looking at the Lonely Mountain. When the travelers and the dwarves had just entered the Lonely Mountain, everyone could still feel the vibration coming from the Lonely Mountain. There was only one possible source of the vibration, that As expected, the evil dragon occupying the lonely mountain has not left.

But Gushan soon returned to calm, and this worrying calm had lasted all night.

Killing a giant dragon wouldn't take that long, nor would being killed by a giant dragon. The picture the elves envisioned was more towards the latter.

The traveler who came from afar may have been buried in the dragon's flames.

"We must return to the Woodland Kingdom immediately and send back the news here." The elf said: "The kingdom needs to be prepared for the dragon's attack."

Legolas frowned: "These Oak armies have begun to gather on the shore of Long Lake Town, cutting down trees and building ships. Most of Long Lake Town are fishermen. It is foreseeable that without the help of foreign aid, None of them will survive."

"There is no foreign aid." The elf said: "Iron Hills has too much to take care of itself, and other kingdoms are beyond their reach. Moreover, they may also be under attack."

His expression was a little sad: "The entire east of the Misty Mountains is in flames of war."

Legolas naturally knew this too.

"The more times like this, the more we must unite." He said solemnly: "We must help the humans in Changhu Town and evacuate as many of them to the Woodland Kingdom as possible."

Following Legolas's orders, the elven ships began to approach Lake Town.

Obviously the humans in Changhu Town knew about the existence of elves. The two parties had been looking at each other in Changhu Lake for a long time. When the elves approached, they opened the floodgates instantly.

But to the elves' surprise, two small boats sailed out of the gate, with a large amount of property piled on the boats. There was a fat man in brocade clothes on the bow of the boat waving his arms towards the elves.

"Great, Elf! I am the mayor of Changhu Town, and I want to hire you to escort me out of here!"

Legolas stood on the bow of the boat, sizing up the mayor, who looked unpleasant: "How many people are there in Long Lake Town now? Since the Oaks haven't officially attacked yet, you can follow Behind us, I will lead you to the Woodland Kingdom.”

"Don't worry about them, they don't want to leave!" the mayor shouted: "You just need to escort me away. The important thing is these properties. As long as we have them, Changhu Town can be re-established."

Legolas was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned cold.

"What's the use of money if everyone dies?"

He ignored the greedy mayor and drove the ship into the lock.

"Ignore these crazy elves." A man with thick eyebrows next to the mayor whispered:

"Someone has to guard Chang Lake Town to attract the attention of those Oaks, whether it is these elves or the untouchables in the town headed by Bard. If they want to die, then let them die. We have to leave now."

The mayor nodded and called on the guards to row quickly and pass by the elf's ship.

Legolas looked at them coldly and did not stop them. The elven ships were traveling along the waterway in the town. He could see shivering women and children holding babies in the houses on both sides, as well as those hurriedly rushing to the center of the town. fisherman.

The elves got off the boat, and the fishermen who came to the town gathered in the square in the middle. A handsome human man stood at the front. In front of him, there were many old armors and weapons, which were being distributed nervously. .

Seeing the elves, he walked over quickly: "I am a fisherman from Changhu Town, Bard. The mayor has taken away all the wealth and fled. I will temporarily lead everyone to build defenses."

He asked quickly:

"Are you here to help us? How many of you are there?"

"That's what you see," Legolas said bluntly.

"What about the reinforcements? How long will it take for the elven army to arrive?" Bard said: "Although Changhu Town has a lake as a defense, it can't sustain it for long."

Legolas was silent.

Bud's expression froze: "Three days? Five days?"

"There are no reinforcements." Legolas broke his fantasy and said: "We hope that the people from Lake Town will follow us to the Woodland Kingdom, where there are stronger walls that can block the Orc attack."

"Escape?" Bard pursed his lips into a thin line: "How to escape? You only have a few boats, which can't hold many people at all, and the boats in Long Lake Town are all fishing boats, and they will only become targets for Oaks on the river. "

"How many people can make it to the Woodland Kingdom alive?"

Legolas didn't know how to answer, he knew that what Bard said was the truth.

"It seems we have no other choice." Bard gritted his teeth and said, "Elves, I ask you to use your ships to take away as many women and children from Changhu Town as possible."

"And we—"

He turned away, looked at the frightened fishermen, and shouted:

"Those who can handle weapons come here to get equipment! Get ready to fight!"

"There is no hope anymore. Everyone will die and the whole world will be destroyed."

A dark-skinned fisherman standing nearby shouted in despair.

Bud yelled: "Believe me, as long as you persist, hope will not disappear!"

"Where is the hope? The dwarves of the Iron Hills have not yet appeared, the elves will not send reinforcements, and the Lonely Mountain, ha, has already fallen under the shadow of the evil dragon."

"Who can know until the last moment?" Bard said solemnly: "Maybe it's the gods, maybe it's the reinforcements from Rohan and Gondor, or the Orcs will leave on their own."

"As long as we don't die, anything can happen. Even if we are going to die, at least we can't die without resistance, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

His words did not inspire the fishermen, but they had no other choice.

Both the gray-haired old man and the young man who had not yet grown up had to take up weapons. Their hands, which were used to fishing nets, did not even know how to wield these cold iron tools.

Legolas watched this scene, tightened the long bow in his hand, and ordered to the elf next to him:

"You go organize the women and children in Changhu Town and take them to escape from here."

"how about you?"

"I cannot accept that I am leaving like this." Legolas said: "I will fight side by side with humans."

The entire Changhu Town was busy. In order to allow as many women and children to board the boat, the elves had to leave some of them behind. Only the most basic manpower to control the boats was left. Several elves boats passed through the lock, and the fishermen were mourning. And with desperate eyes, they drove towards the Long Lake. At this time, the blue-gray sky was slowly fading, and the sunrise was approaching.

This also means that war is finally coming.

Legolas heard the sound of horns coming from the shore, and the familiar muffled sound of a bowstring vibrating.

His whole body trembled, and he shouted: "Find a place to hide!"

Some of the fishermen looked at him in confusion, while others hid under the eaves in panic.

Then, a rain of arrows fell from the sky, which were thrown by the Oak archers from the shore. Most of them were slanted on the wooden roofs, but there were also a lot of arrows on the fishermen who had not escaped. Splashes of blood.

The drums sounded and the horns sounded continuously. Legolas rolled up from under the eaves and looked towards the shore.

I saw densely packed, fully armed Oaks rowing toward Changhu Town in crude, newly made boats.

"Prepare--"

Legolas and the dozens of elves who stayed stood on the wall, their bows fully loaded with arrows.

"emission!"

The bows and arrows went towards those Oaks, and many Oaks fell into the lake, but more Oaks swam over, climbed onto the boat, and continued to attack Changhu Town.

After several rounds of arrow rain, the Oaks did not seem to decrease at all, but were getting closer and closer to Changhu Town.

"Everyone, get on the wall!"

Bard nervously put down the bow and arrow in his hand and replaced it with a spear, "We must not let these Orcs invade Long Lake Town!"

The Orcs were getting closer and closer, and the fishermen could already see their ugly features and the dark, solid armor on their bodies.

This was the first time most of the fishermen had seen a creature like the Oak in their lives, which made them tremble.

At this time, the sun finally emerged from the east, and the first ray of dawn shone from a distant place.

In the dawn, there was also a dragon roar.

Dragon roar?

Everyone, including the Oaks who were preparing to attack, couldn't help but look in the direction of Gushan.

Among the clouds that turn golden under the morning sun, the dragon's wings have spread out and are getting bigger and bigger.

"The evil dragon of Lonely Mountain is out!"

With a clang, the weapon in the hands of a fisherman fell to the ground.

That was a deeper fear than facing an Orc army.

"Changhu Town is over."