Chapter 183: Strange Change

Allen, who was charging and breaking through the pack of wolves, did not have as many thoughts as Cirdan.

He only knew that the starving wolves around him seemed endless; the moment he hacked one to death before him, another would immediately pounce toward him.

For this, he swung the Noldor Rune Longsword in his hand tirelessly, taking lives again and again, and the foul-smelling wolf blood had already splattered all over his silver-white armor.

As long as his energy recovered even a little, a bolt of lightning would ignite from Allen's hand and then wreak havoc among the wolf pack.

At this moment on the battlefield, apart from Allen himself, there was not a single Human left who could remain fighting on horseback.

Even the valiant Griffin Knights had all leaped off their horses, using the longswords and shields in their hands to tangle with the Wargs.

For the team of only twenty Griffin Knights, the number of wolves was simply too great.

In the intervals between killing enemies, Allen also quickly scanned the current situation of the battlefield.

Under the desperate fighting of the Human warriors and Dwarf warriors, the number of enemies still active on the battlefield had already decreased significantly.

The large, mangled corpses of the wolves had already piled up into one small hill after another around the warriors.

And the fresh blood seeping from the corpses had gathered into little streams on this scorched-brown land.

But these Wargs did not die in vain; besides having successfully completed their task of stalling,

they had caused a certain amount of damage to the enemy under the desire for bloodlust.

Especially Allen's subordinates, who had paid an extremely painful price during the course of this battle.

The heavy cavalry who could still stand and fight the Wargs at this moment were already less than two-thirds of the original number.

Although Allen had equipped them with Plate Armor sufficient to cover their entire bodies, the physical constitution of Humans was, after all, not as strong and enduring as that of Dwarves.

The heavy armor, combined with the non-stop fighting, had long since left them exhausted in the struggle against the Wargs.

And the pack of wolves attacking this section of Allen's forces, besides the Wargs originally active in the Wilderland, also included Demon Wolves from further north.

Under the summons of Sauron, they returned to the command of the Dark Lord, though their numbers were not too many.

And in order to prepare for this interception plan, Sauron had sent them onto the battlefield without hesitation.

Demon Wolves had higher intelligence than Wargs, were more cruel, and had a higher resistance to the negative effects of Dark Magic.

This meant that their intelligence had not been significantly affected.

Although they had no way to change the current bloodthirsty and manic state of the Wargs, they could use their own howling to provide better combat suggestions to their kin.

So when the Demon Wolves discovered that relying solely on fangs and claws could not cause damage to the "tin cans" before them, they quickly thought of other strategies and prompted their kin.

Those massive Wargs, under this prompt, began to use their own bodies to perform ramming attacks.

Using their own lives to knock the Humans to the ground.

And the very exhausted heavy cavalry were fine if they fell once; with the help of teammates, they could still barely stand up.

But after falling multiple times, and with teammates also suffering the misfortune of being knocked down, they could no longer climb back up.

And at this time, it was the Demon Wolves' turn to shine.

Some of them used their strong limbs to fiercely pin down the fallen Humans.

While others extended their long, sharp claws and began to search for the weaknesses of those "tin cans."

Most of the heavy cavalry, after being suppressed, would use their arms wearing Gauntlets to desperately protect their throats and faces.

But the armor on their body parts would still inevitably reveal some weakly defended areas during the struggle, especially the sides of the thighs and the back of the calves.

They were cavalry; these areas had relatively less protection, with only a thin layer of metal mesh.

And these areas were the main targets of the Demon Wolves' attacks; their sharp claws were enough to pierce through such metal mesh, then tear through the inner armor inside, causing a certain amount of damage to the fallen Humans.

And the cavalrymen who suffered this misfortune did not feel anything at first.

But soon, a chill accompanied by pain rushed from the wound toward their brains; although this would not make them die immediately, they had basically lost the ability to continue fighting.

And most of the heavy cavalry who fell and could not get up had suffered the cruel hands of the Demon Wolves.

And compared to the Humans, the situation of the Dwarves was much better.

Even if they were knocked over by Wargs during the battle, most of them could still dust off their bottoms, stand up, and re-enter the battle.

The stamina and resistance to blows of the Dwarves were too strong.

Moreover, sometimes the Wargs could not knock down the Dwarves with their stable center of gravity at all, and instead, amidst the angry roars of the Dwarves, would be forcibly suppressed and then die miserably after being struck by several swords.

Soon, under the attacks of the Dwarves filled with fury, most of the Wargs that dared to charge their formation became corpses.

And Fili, who still maintained his composure at this time, quickly directed his clansmen to regroup, preparing to support the Human allies not far away.

At this time, the Elf cavalry galloping from afar also shot arrows one after another, precisely harvesting the lives of the remaining Wargs.

Soon, the Wargs besieging the Human troops were wiped out through the joint efforts of the Elves, Dwarves, and Humans.

And under the influence of Sauron's Magic, these bloodthirsty and manic fellows did not even choose to flee as they usually did.

As for those Demon Wolves, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, they fled toward the west amidst wails and soon disappeared without a trace, only some thick Shadows seemed to drift toward the east along with them.

Whether it was the Elves or the Humans, they had no great interest in chasing and killing them anymore.

It was not because of exhaustion or mercy, but because a greater crisis had already arrived by their side.

At this moment, the deadly screech of the Fell Beast had already reached Allen's ears, and what was even more unsettling was that the dark, eerie cloud had also arrived above everyone's heads at this time.

And a vast, swarming mass of Orcish were heading toward this side with excited expressions.

Even the tough-natured Dwarves, under such circumstances, could not help but grip the weapons in their hands tightly.

And Cirdan came to Allen's side from afar and shouted loudly: "Allen, your mission is already complete, please stay away from here; let us deal with these minions of darkness."

Allen looked at the mess on the battlefield and knew that staying away from here was his only choice.

His subordinates were already exhausted after experiencing this battle, and there were hundreds of lightly and heavily wounded soldiers waiting for his treatment.

And at this moment, a sound of hoofbeats rang out from the west.

It was Aragorn, Cress, and Grim leading the Knight apprentices, rushing back from the west.

They had discovered the Demon Wolves fleeing from the battlefield and also saw the dark cloud approaching the battlefield.

Out of concern, they returned here without hesitation.

For Allen, this was also a good thing; the extra spare Warhorses could perfectly well carry the wounded away from here.

Moreover, the battle had already ended long ago, hadn't it?

But the surprise did not end there.

Having made up his mind, Allen was just about to reply to Cirdan and express his gratitude for the other party's rearguard actions.

But before he could speak, what happened in the distance caused a look of extreme shock to appear on his blood-stained face.

Subsequently, the shock immediately turned into joy; he pointed toward Lothlorien in the northwest and said to Cirdan, "It is the Lady, the Lady of the Golden Wood has come to help us."

At this moment, a large mass of dazzling and hopeful bright light rose rapidly from Lothlorien and charged at high speed toward that mass of evil, eerie black clouds.

The black clouds, originally full of dark power, dissipated without a trace in an instant when faced with the dazzling white light, and following behind this white light were dozens of flying Great Eagles.

And Galadriel, holding the Star Crystal Bottle, stood steadily on the back of the Eagle King, while the Eagle King flew toward the two Fell Beasts churning within the black clouds.

They were precisely Holmras, who was commanding the Orcish army, and the Blind Sorcerer, who was holding the Evil Statue.

When this white light arrived, the two of them did not even have time to react; they instantly exhausted the evil energy within their bodies and turned into a wisp of green smoke, fleeing toward the east.

This place was very far from Mordor, and Sauron's power here simply could not contend with the Lady of the Golden Wood.

And Sauron's two evil servants needed to return to their master's side immediately to restore their forms.

Having suffered such a blow, I fear they will not be able to come out and plague the world again for several years.

With the flight of the Blind Sorcerer, that statue which had been continuously spewing black smoke also lost its source of power and fell from the high sky toward the ground.

The originally evil and eerie black clouds in the sky slowly dispersed because they had lost their follow-up power.

And the last rays of the setting sun fell just like that upon the heads of the tens of thousands of Orcish.

As evil creations of Morgoth, the Orcish were born with a deep fear of the sun, even if what they were facing was merely the sun at the moment of its weakest power each day.

Driven by fear, the Orcish's marching formation, which had barely been maintained, became completely chaotic in this instant, just like ants on a hot pan.

And that was not all; the Eagle King, having driven away the Fell Beasts, lowered its flight altitude.

The dazzling light contained within the Star Treasure Bottle, which held a Silmaril, instantly illuminated the entire Orcish army.

This white light, sufficient to scorch evil, not only completely intimidated those panicked Snaga, but also made those Uruk who were not particularly afraid of the sun become weak and exhausted.

Faced with this scene, Cirdan immediately issued the order for the entire army to charge, and under this order, nearly three thousand Elf charged toward the Orcish army.

"Everyone, remount your horses, remount your horses."

In his excitement, Allen immediately shouted loudly, and his personal guards, while leaping onto their horses' backs, relayed Allen's order across the entire battlefield.

At this time, the heavy Cavalry who could still barely move climbed with difficulty onto their spare horses, and after gathering slightly,

led by the Griffin Knight and the Death-Defying Swordsman, they followed the pace of the Elf Cavalry and charged toward the chaotic Orcish.

And those hundreds of Northern Ranger, along with the Woodland elite led by Legolas, also recalled their horses one after another and slaughtered their way toward the battlefield over there.

At this moment, the young Aragorn rode his horse to Allen's side and shouted loudly: "Lord Allen, at this time, may I also join the battlefield?"

Allen nodded and responded loudly: "Go, all warriors who are still on horseback, go. Grim, do your job."

What job? Naturally, the job of protecting Aragorn well.

Even now, while beating a dog that had fallen into the water, Allen could not allow this last heir to the throne of Gondor to encounter any danger.

Once all the soldiers who were still on horseback had charged toward the battlefield, Allen called over his Dwarf allies and had them help him dig out those soldiers who had been buried under the corpses of the Warg.

Who told the Dwarf to run slowly? Without their mounts, even if they went, they would not be able to catch up to the frantically fleeing Orcish.

And many of the heavy Cavalry lying on the ground had already lost their breath at this moment.

Allen looked at his subordinates, whose faces were turning black, with a face as calm as water, and he knew they had not died from ordinary physical injuries.

The claws of those cunning and cruel Demon Wolf clearly possessed an extraordinary, highly toxic poison.

Although a portion of the soldiers had closed their eyes forever here, the soldiers who still had faint breathing and were still struggling against death were the majority.

At this moment, they were in urgent need of Allen's treatment.

In order to ensure he had an optimal treatment environment and also to save as many of the surviving soldiers as possible,

Allen communicated with Fili during the treatment, asking the Dwarf Prince to command his clansmen to carry the wounded to Allen's side one by one, according to the degree of blackness on their faces.

This way, Allen could maximize his use of time to treat the wounded.

Fortunately, Allen's power had a very good effect on purifying the highly toxic poison of the Demon Wolf, which contained evil; purifying this dark power did not cost him too much time or Qi.

Otherwise, Allen might have exhausted his power and fainted.

And this highly toxic poison was not like the ones in Allen's memories, refined from plants or minerals; it was quite like the Black Shadow Disease of the Ringwraiths.

It was just faster-acting and more toxic, and Allen guessed it might be related to the evil spirits within the Demon Wolf.

Or perhaps the Dark Lord had bestowed new abilities upon them.

Not long after, Allen finished treating all the soldiers who had been poisoned by the Demon Wolf at the fastest speed he could achieve.

Their complexions had already shifted from a terrifying iron-blue to a healthy skin tone.

And the number of deaths among Allen's subordinates was also tallied at this moment.

In this battle, more than fifty people remained on this land forever.

They had their armor carefully removed by the Dwarf, and the Dwarf also performed simple grooming on their appearances.

Finally, they lay in a neat row, just like at a military parade, as if waiting for the last order Allen would give them.

That was to return home.