Chapter 184: The Tail

Allen, at present, still had no leisure time to arrange for those subordinates who had sacrificed themselves on the battlefield.

Because there were still many people in need of his treatment; Durin Dwarves, Dúnedain, and Woodland Elves—many of them had also suffered certain injuries during the battle against the Warg.

These people still needed Allen's help, although the power that could heal wounds was quickly used up, requiring time to recover.

However, as for how to treat wounds and then perform bandaging, Allen had undergone systematic training with a certain Physician.

Nevertheless, Allen was soon freed from this kind of work.

Numerous Galadhrim, riding small boats from Lothlorien, drifted down from upstream.

The moment they stepped onto the riverbank, they freed Allen from the endless medical work.

Allowing him the opportunity to silently recover his strength on the side.

Among the Elf race, few women could step onto the battlefield, but most of them understood some medical arts.

At this time, the reinforcements from Lothlorien well compensated for the defect of Allen not bringing a Physician.

It was not that Allen did not want to bring one, but those doctors were mostly ordinary people with no power to truss a chicken; they had only received an education in medical knowledge since childhood.

It would have been fine if there were baggage trains and infantry; they could have followed the main force on the march under protection.

But now that everyone was Cavalry, having them travel thousands of miles to the south, the long journey alone would have been enough for them to suffer.

It was estimated that before they could even treat others, they might have had to go see Mandos first, and then go off to play elsewhere.

Of course, Allen did not become idle immediately; after recovering a little strength, he still unhesitatingly squeezed out the last trace of power in his body.

He provided treatment to those wounded who were on the verge of death.

This long-term and repeated squeezing of the energy within his body made Allen feel exceptionally fatigued, even more intense than the feeling during battle.

Regarding the white light in Allen's hands that could restore wounds, every wounded person who woke up felt extremely astonished.

Especially those injured Woodland Elves; after Allen's treatment, they felt their bodies were not as exhausted as they used to be.

Those Galadhrim who came to support were even more full of curiosity, and the eyes with which they looked at Allen were full of wonder and disbelief.

In the long years of the past, even for them who had lived for thousands of years, it was rare to see this kind of ability.

After all, light that could quickly restore wounds was very rare, let alone being mastered by a Human.

But they did not ask much, instead silently doing the work in their hands.

Only the occasionally heard whispers still revealed their vigorous curiosity.

Allen did not pay too much attention to this; apart from the fact that turning people into other things was too bizarre, there was nothing about the power he possessed that could not be shown to others.

There was not a shred of evil meaning in it at all.

Moreover, he had always stood on the side of the Order faction, sparing no effort to destroy the Dark Lord's plans, which had already fully indicated his stance.

Furthermore, his subordinates also possessed a not-weak strength, and he already had the confidence to stand firm on this continent.

So there was no need to hide or tuck away some special abilities.

With the arrival of the Galadhrim's support, the battlefield further north had also entered the most time-consuming final stage.

Under the illumination of the Star Treasure Bottle, the state of the Orcish army was already very weak.

At this time, they were subjected to the dive of the Great Eagle, plus the charge of thousands of Cavalry; under these continuous strikes, panic spread to the heart of every Orc in a short time.

The sun that made them full of fear had at this time completely set to the other side of Arda.

But these surviving Orcs had no psychological desire to resist at all.

To run, to run frantically, seemed to have become their only thought.

Even those taller and stronger Uruk, when facing the light that scorched their souls, plus the ruthless blades, were also in a state of panic, clutching their heads and scurrying about.

And there was only one direction for these Orcs to flee, and that was Dol Guldur located in Mirkwood.

But today, it was impossible for them to easily return there, to return to that evil fortress full of dark power.

The only fate most Orcs received at this time was to die miserably on these desolate, withered, and bleak Brown Lands.

At this moment, the thousands of Cavalry composed of Humans and Elves chased and killed Orcs on this Wilderness for several hours without feeling tired.

Countless Orcs, with various bizarre and inexplicable states of death, covered an area near Mirkwood.

Not until the bright moon hung high in the center of the sky did a portion of the panicked and fleeing Orcs manage to enter Mirkwood.

But their numbers were already less than one-fifth of the start.

And this battle that took place on the Brown Lands, up to this point, had finally ended.

Although the Humans and Elves fought extremely happily in the second battle today, the whole process was a state of beating a dog in the water.

But after such a long pursuit, even the bodies of the Elves felt deep exhaustion.

And some of Allen's men did not even have the strength to lift their weapons.

But their hearts were fanatical and proud; this great battle was enough to let their names spread throughout all of Rhovanion, and even all of Middle-earth.

Of course, this required the fermentation of time.

Humans always valued Honor highly, naturally incomparable to the long-lived Elves.

After all, which of the Elves still living in Middle-earth had not experienced several wars that could determine the fate of Middle-earth?

With the rout of the Orcs, Lady Galadriel and the Eagle King descended from the sky and came to Allen's side.

At this time, the Galadhrim had already established a simple camp on the riverbank.

Looking at the pile of Warg corpses on the ground that had not yet been cleaned up, Lady Galadriel said to Allen with a solemn expression:

"It seems that before I arrived, you had already won an extremely perilous victory."

In fact, when the dark clouds just rose, the Lady, who was always paying attention to Dol Guldur, had already sensed that something was wrong, but gathering troops required time.

And putting the light of Earendil's Star into a crystal bottle also required a long period of preparation.

So the support of the Galadhrim was naturally much later.

For example, those Tree-folk who had already set up an ambush in Mirkwood, waiting for the Orcs to throw themselves into the net, had only just arrived there.

But waiting was not entirely a bad thing, as the Eagle King living in the Misty Mountains had also sensed that something was wrong with Dol Guldur.

After all, such a massive, dark, and evil cloud could be seen even from the Golden Hall in Edoras, let alone from the Misty Mountains, which are at a higher altitude.

As not-so-reliable allies of Allen, the Great Eagles had no intention of participating in the war between the Northmen and the Easterlings.

Because they were on bad terms with the Humans of Rhovanion; once upon a time, those Humans wielding Purple Willow Longbows had harmed them with arrows.

Therefore, Allen had never asked the Eagle King whether he could obtain the help of the Great Eagles in battle.

Without asking, Allen knew that the probability of the Eagle King agreeing was simply too small.

There was really no need to open his mouth to the Eagle King for a slim hope; the actions of the Great Eagles were decided by themselves.

But the situation at this moment was a bit different, as Sauron's minions had caused such a great commotion in Dol Guldur.

This gave the Eagle King, who did not like Orcish, the idea of wanting to find out what was going on.

It was just that it also took some time for the Eagle King to summon his kin, so they set off a little late.

And when they flew over Lothlorien, their sharp eyes immediately discovered the Galadhrim who were making preparations for battle.

The Eagle King and Lady Galadriel both lived on the east side of the Misty Mountains and could barely be called acquaintances.

And now that they had a common goal, it was naturally a meeting of minds, which led to the scene of white light crashing into the black clouds.

"Indeed, my respected Lady, every battle against darkness is so difficult, but what matters is that we are united together, and we will always defeat the darkness and welcome back the light."

After saying these words, Allen bowed extremely solemnly to Galadriel as she stepped down from the eagle's back.

"Thank you for your support, my Lady."

He had to thank the Lady who appeared in the crisis; after all, that was tens of thousands of Orcish.

If not for that white light filled with hope, how could the battle have ended so easily, and a great victory been achieved?

If not for this support, under the cover of the dark clouds, the Elf Cavalry might not have been able to completely block the pursuit of the Orcish.

The Humans with horses were still fine, but what about those Dwarves? Ride on the same horse as a Human?

Could those horses, with their burden doubled, still be able to run?

Those wounded who fell into a critical state would also inevitably die during the retreat.

Even if Cirdan successfully entangled the Orcish army and bought time for Allen's retreat.

Then they would still need to pay a great price in the time that followed to defeat the enemy.

And the scattered Orcish would certainly become a malignant tumor of Rhovanion, harassing Allen's people in the days to come.

And the current result, for Allen, was already an extremely glorious victory.

Actually, to a certain extent, the possibilities Allen thought of were still too few; if not for Galadriel, with the help of the Great Eagles, dispersing the Nazgul at the first opportunity.

Then, in the terrifying screams of the Ringwraiths, the horses would never have been able to carry them to a successful retreat, and the result would have been nothing more than being surrounded by the Orcish.

The appearance of the Lady and the Great Eagles actually saved the lives of all of them.

Of course, such a situation could no longer happen.

Facing Allen's thanks, Galadriel just smiled and nodded, without saying much more.

Allen also expressed his thanks to the Eagle King wearing a golden crown; the support of the Great Eagles was equally important.

And the Eagle King nodded reservedly, flapping his wings slightly.

"Nerwen, your appearance is truly surprising and delightful."

Cirdan, who had been commanding the battle at the front, also returned here at this time.

The battle at the front had basically ended, and what remained was nothing more than hunting down some scattered enemy troops.

The Elf Cavalry could accomplish such things by themselves.

And the Nerwen in Cirdan's mouth was Galadriel's mother-name, which meant "man-maiden."

Although Galadriel did not come to Middle-earth by boat, but on foot across the cruel Helcaraxe, Cirdan had known her for a long time.

As one of the oldest Elves in the Central Plains, Cirdan had blood relations with the two kings of the Teleri, Thingol and Olwe.

Olwe's daughter, "Swan Princess" Earwen, married the Noldor Prince Finarfin, and their daughter was actually Galadriel.

This intricate relationship made these two Elf lords very close, not to mention that when Galadriel first came to Middle-earth in the First Age, she lived in Doriath.

At that time, she was already acquainted with Cirdan.

"Lord Cirdan, I think with your wisdom, you must have foreseen this scene long ago."

Of course, even Allen could foresee that he could obtain the support of Lothlorien, let alone Cirdan.

It was just that this ruler of Lindon, who loved the sea, did not expect that Galadriel would appear in such a way.

And once she appeared, she completely changed the situation on the battlefield.

This inevitably made him a little surprised, and he could only marvel that the knowledge of Aule and Yavanna was somewhat too powerful.

However, regarding the words of the younger generation, Cirdan did not refute anything, but just smiled and nodded.

"No matter how thrilling and difficult the previous battle was, I think what you need most now is rest. Tonight, the Galadhrim will guard the safety of the surroundings, and you can sleep soundly."

After hearing this, Allen did not say anything more, nodded, and turned to leave; he indeed had many things that needed to be handled.

Soon, those exhausted soldiers returned to the riverside from the north one after another and entered the camp that the Galadhrim had hurriedly established.

By this time, most of the soldiers had fought from dusk until late at night, and a sound, refreshing sleep was already the only thought in their minds.

And Allen looked at the bright moon in the sky, thinking about the next move.

In the Brown Lands, the coalition of Humans, Dwarves, and Elves, while suffering certain losses themselves, defeated tens of thousands of Wargs, plus tens of thousands of Orcish.

Then, the pressure on Gondor's side should have been reduced a lot.

So Allen believed that his army should no longer need to march toward the south in a hurry as before.

After such a great battle, a period of rest was always appropriate, and by the way, the tens of thousands of corpses on this Wilderness needed to be dealt with.

Elves could not care, because they feared no plague or disease, but Humans could not.

In addition, Allen was also preparing to have more than a hundred Knight apprentices take the fallen heavy cavalry back to their homeland.

With the help of the Galadhrim, there should be no problem on this journey.

As for the matters that followed, they would have to be written in a letter for his dear Yamila to complete.

And what Allen did not know was that, just as he was thinking, this battle taking place in the Brown Lands had left a group of scouting Rohirrim dumbfounded as they watched.