The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 426 Arrival
As the first rays of dawn shone on the eastern gates of Moria, a commotion broke out in the orcish defenses, and a dark gray torrent filled everyone's vision on the northern horizon...

Irubor's dwarf army finally arrived!

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"Bang!" The weary dragonhawk riders descended from the sky and gathered around Thorin.

"Warriors, what's going on?" Thorin asked, looking at his knights.

“The situation isn’t very good. The orcs have been trying to storm the east gate, and I estimate that the east gate hall has already fallen!” Yad said to Thorin.

"Is it that bad?" Thorin's face turned pale.

“Yes, all the men have taken up arms and are fighting, and King Balin is seriously injured…” Yad looked at Thorin and shrugged.

“We did our best. Although we killed quite a few orcs, they have now learned to scatter, and the heavy crossbows are a big problem…” Yad shook his head. After all, even dragons would fear a large number of heavy crossbowmen!

"You've worked hard, you can rest now. Leave the rest to us!" Thorin comforted them. The fighting these past few days had exhausted the dragonhawk riders, and one of their dragonhawks had been hit by a heavy crossbow bolt. If they were forced to enter the battlefield, there was a high chance of casualties. For the dwarves, who were short of dragonhawk riders, Thorin was unwilling to see his dragonhawks suffer casualties for the sake of a little aerial advantage!

"Yes, Your Highness! Please give us your orders if you require anything, and we will be on the battlefield at any time!" The sturdy dwarf knight pounded his chest, the solid steel armor crackling as he did so.

"I will!" Thorin nodded with a smile, appearing very approachable. It must be said that Thorin, unaffected by the dragon's curse, truly possessed the demeanor of a king; the nobility of the Turin bloodline was no mere boast.

"May you tear those bastards to shreds!" Yad bowed and turned to leave.

"It seems things are not going well!" Dvalin said in a muffled voice, touching his nose. He had learned from Yad that these orcs were indeed quite powerful!
"No matter what, we have to settle things with these bastards!" Thorin glanced at Devalin. He had made up his mind. If Balin and the others were still alive, he would rescue his people and give those bastards a good beating! If Moria had already fallen, he would lead the dwarven army to slaughter every orc in the Misty Mountains to avenge Balin and the others! In short, now that he had come all this way, he had no reason to let these brain-dead dark-skinned idiots get away with it!

"Command my troops! Sound the war horns! Tell those scum on the other side! The Dwarf King is coming!" Thorin brandished his Beastbite Sword, which was now beginning to glow faintly, indicating the presence of orcs in the distance!
"Fight! Sons of Turin! Stand tall! Raise your weapons! Our people are trapped in the mines of Moria, and the orcs have blockaded Moria! They are trying to start another battle of Azanubiza! They want the sons of Turin to bleed here! They want our cries to echo through the valleys of Dingriel! We will not let them have their way!" Thorin shouted, raising his arms.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Thorin stirred up the passion of the dwarf army, and the angry dwarves roared as they pounded their weapons against their armor and shields.

"Roar!" The dwarves' battle howls forced the orc army outside Moria's east gate to retreat slightly. As heavily armored dwarves coalesced into a steel torrent surging down from the horizon, the entire battlefield fell silent! "Fight! For Turin! For our homeland! For our people! Warriors, advance!" Thorin, wielding his beast-biting sword, charged forward!
"Kill!" The dwarves, spurred on by their king's imposing presence, charged after him, surging towards the orcs...

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"Fools! Form ranks! Block those dwarves!" Orc officers crisscrossed the battlefield, directing their soldiers toward Thorin's army, and with it, their soldiers toward death!
"Don't retreat! Kill those barbarians! Slaughter them and this place will be ours!" The orc leaders rallied their soldiers, knowing that killing the dwarven reinforcements would allow them to quickly re-enter the ancient dungeon. As for the dwarves remaining inside? They were utterly useless!

"Stop them! Don't retreat! Maintain formation!" Officers moved through the ranks, shouting orders, for they knew that if those heavily armored soldiers were to break into their lines, the disaster would be no less than if cavalry charged.

So every orc leader used the back of his sword and curses to make every orc return to where they belonged, trying to use those cannon fodder ordinary orcs to stop the dwarven heavy infantry, one of the most terrifying heavy infantry in Middle-earth!
However, as it turns out, cannon fodder is always just cannon fodder. Unless it's an elite, heavily armored Gombad orc force confronting Thorin's dwarven army head-on, expecting to stop Thorin's personally led dwarven army with those pitiful ordinary orc cannon fodder who can't even afford leather armor is simply impossible, unless the dwarves have lost their minds and smash their heads to their deaths...

And so… Thorin and his henchmen easily cracked open the skull of the orc vanguard, “Crack!” Did the sound of the skull exploding sound good? If it sounds good, it’s a good head!

"Kill!" Thorin's single-edged sword flashed, and several heads flew into the air. The orcs could not stop him at all. Occasionally, he would block any tricky attacks with his shield. The entire orc vanguard was harvested by him like leeks!

The dwarf king's guards behind him were not to be outdone. They formed a battle formation and followed closely behind Thorin, blocking sneak attacks from the shadows and clearing away attacks from his body to ensure that Thorin would not be ambushed by enemies on both sides!

"Roar!" Dvalin roared, and to everyone's astonishment, a burly orc leader was smashed from "portrait screen" to "landscape screen" with a single blow... and it was a folded and compressed version.

Dvalin, having pulled the warhammer from the corpse, swept his bloodthirsty gaze across the orcs before him. The timid orcs retreated at the sight of his gaze, none daring to meet his eyes.

"Bang!" Dvalin, who noticed the flash of cold light out of the corner of his eye, had no time to think and could only instinctively swing his warhammer!
With a deafening roar, the bolt of a heavy crossbow was smashed to pieces by Dvalin, and even his mithril-forged warhammer was left with a noticeable dent.

"Heavy crossbows! Shields! Charge and destroy them!" The dwarves' expressions changed drastically. With their high level of military training, they certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to eliminate the enemy's heavy firepower.

"Buzz! Buzz!" Several cold glints swept past their heads; the dwarves' war machines were unleashing their power!

I've been traveling for the past few days, so updates might be a bit irregular. Please understand, everyone.