All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 138 The old wizard dominates the five armies

The war broke out in late summer and early autumn.

It won't last long, only about one to two days. Depending on the intensity of the battle, the winner will be decided soon.

When all the people are dead, the outcome will be decided.

When Dumbledore came back, it was at a fever pitch.

These five armies did not fight each other as soon as they met. In fact, they spent a peaceful day together.

At that time, elite dwarves from Iron Hills arrived at the lonely mountain and joined the militiamen from Changhu Town. Afterwards, they were going to enter the lonely mountain on the right road, but they were stopped outside the valley.

Dain Ironfoot was so famous, and with the help of humans to build up his momentum, both the Elf King Thranduil and the Orc Azog were willing to send envoys for peace talks.

Two people from the Lonely Mountain side, Bilbo and Balin, followed the rope down the city wall and mustered up the courage to go to the talks outside the river valley city.

When the five parties met, everyone looked serious, except for the naive Mr. Baggins, who thought there would be no need to fight now and everyone could go home safely.

The old dwarf Balin knew what Bilbo was thinking when he saw his expression, so he whispered to him: "It's impossible."

The smile faded from Bilbo's face.

"You see, the elves come for the Silmaril. The Orcs come half for the Silmaril and half for revenge. Men come for money. The great Lord of the Iron Hills is on our side. Understand?"

"Understand what?" Bilbo felt his throat was dry. He actually knew that war was inevitable, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"Don't say we can't find the Silmaril. Even if we find it, Thorin won't be able to hand it over to others. And even if we hand it over, no one will want it. Because once the elves or orcs get the Silmaril, try to When we withdraw from the battlefield, we must attack each other, and to prevent one side from winning, we will also join the fight.”

"There must be a better way. There must be." Bilbo squeezed the wizard's pocket.

The meeting predictably ended on bad terms.

After the negotiation, Bilbo and Balin did not return to the Lonely Mountain, but went to meet with Dáin Ironfoot's troops. After being trapped for five days, they finally had a decent meal. The hobbit, who has always loved food, seemed particularly silent.

Balin chatted with Dain.

"The Elf King wants us to hand over the gems." Balin muttered, "The orcs occupying River Valley City are very strange. They actually want the Arkenstone, and I always feel that the other party's envoy looks familiar."

"Is it worth a war for a gem?" Dain frowned and sighed, "If the gem can be used to make one party withdraw from the battlefield, or make them kill each other, we can gain the strategic initiative."

Bilbo pricked up his ears quietly.

Bahrain shook his head to express his disapproval, "The gemstone is the only bargaining chip in Lonely Mountain. Handing over the Akon gemstone is like handing over the handle of a knife. We can only hope that the other party can point the knife point towards the enemy."

"Think about it carefully, if you give the gem to the elf, you can contain a half of the Orc's army. Let's fight Azog again. This way we have a common enemy. Will the elf be crazy enough to stab a friend with a knife?"

"But once they win, they will take the gem. Thorin has sworn that whoever takes the gem will be at odds with him."

"If there are no people, what is the use of wealth? There is no cheer and praise, and there is no way to exchange food and drink. Let the elves have it. If the gems dug from the depths of the lonely mountain are for It is also the will of fate to surround the people of the lonely mountain and leave."

"You're right, Dain." Balin agreed with these words, and then said dejectedly, "Unfortunately, we don't have the Arkenstone. After searching for so many days, we almost counted every gold coin, but... …”

"Here." The hobbit suddenly said, putting down the bread and bacon in his hands, "Here I am."

He took out a brilliant gemstone from the wizard's pocket. Some people call it the heart of the mountain. Anyone who sees it will think that he has seen the moon. The white light seems to illuminate the sky, and the intersection points of the complicated facets are like stars. Brilliant, the pinnacle of nature and craftsmanship.

Both Bahrain and Dyne lost their minds.

Dyne laughed quickly, "Great. With it, we finally don't have to be passive." He didn't rush to take it, but asked, "Hobbit, why don't you take it yourself and run away quietly?" ? Doesn’t it appeal to you?”

Mr. Bilbo was very calm, "Even if I keep the Silmaril, I can only hide it carefully in the cellar and keep it secret. But if I take it out, there will be less bloodshed, and it will be worth it."

"Your virtue is more pure than the Arken Silmarin." Dyne said, "but I'm sorry. War is inevitable. Don't cry for the death of a soldier. Only a mother can cry for the death of a child. The rest of us , just offer songs and flowers.”

He ordered the messenger to present the diamond to the Elf King. At the same time, he must make a big fanfare and let the orcs know that the gem fell into the hands of the elves.

If this gem is indeed what everyone is fighting for, then Dyne's plan has succeeded.

But unfortunately, although it is precious, it is far less than the Star of Azura.

When the messenger presented the Arkenstone to the Elf King, the orc army came towards the Elf camp to kill them.

Thranduil felt deceived and fell into a trick, angrily cut off the messenger's head, and threw it far away into the camp of Iron Hills.

The angry dwarf soldiers charged at the elves, and Azog's wolf cavalry attacked the combined iron hills and human flanks.

The great chaos began, in a silent morning.

The banner of the Iron Hills thrust north into the Gate of Erebor, and the orcs of Dale City also headed north to attack the elven camp on the western branch. The Azog tribe in the eastern mountain range went south and fought against the human militia in Changhu Town.

Thorin and others from Lonely Mountain heard about the Arken Gem, took the initiative to break open the city gate, and went south to meet Dyne Ironfoot.

The trend of the five armies was completely formed.

It was almost noon when Dumbledore arrived. He witnessed this chaotic battle from high altitude. The majestic dwarf warriors roared, the mutated orcs laughed wildly, the wargs howled continuously, the elf warriors were as cold as ice, and the human militiamen cried for their fathers and mothers.

Blood, bones, severed limbs.

As soon as the bowstring sounded, a light rain of death fell from the sky, falling on the army formation of the orcs and dwarves, and the corpses fell like straw blown by the wind. The crossbow machine vibrated, and huge crossbow arrows lined up in rows, washing away like waves, carving the broken flesh and blood into the hillside. The troll roared, swung the rough-polished log, and rolled it into the enemy group. The living soldiers were ejected like rubber balls. The Ringwraith roared fiercely, and the powerful undead spread the majesty of the Demon Lord, making them invincible on the battlefield.

People are dying every minute, and there is no place for tears.

This is an unjust war with no glory to speak of.

The members of the expedition team experienced hardships and dangers all the way safely, but now they fell one after another. Fourteen, thirteen, nine, eight.

The blood and roar confused the eyes and blinded the ears.

Until the bright orange starlight falls, until the old man solemnly announces his descent.

Everyone raised their heads and saw a strange star appeared in the sky. It was not the masterpiece of Villavarda. Although it was bright, it was not the dazzling Canir (Mars). Although it appeared in the south, it did not belong to the United States. Ermaka (Orion).

The light was held by an old man with white beard and hair. He shouted to the soldiers on the earth who were dazzled by hatred and greed: "Stop!"

Under the blessing of the magic spell, the loud voice spread throughout the five armies.

Dumbledore, my Superman...