Chapter 215: An Ambush That Ended Quickly

This ambush, directed by Sauron and executed by Dwarves, though it came very suddenly, also ended with extreme speed.

When the sailing ship the enemies were riding on continued forward under Allen's glare, closing the distance between the two sides to thirty or forty meters.

Those Dwarves who had let out pre-battle roars became even more excited; one by one, they either brandished the axes in their hands to make provocative gestures or spat out unbearable, filthy insults from their mouths.

"Hahaha, these turtles who only know how to shrink into their shells." "Look, a few forest freaks with no strength to truss a chicken." "Hand over the gold obediently, and you can die a bit more painlessly."

These Dwarf tribes who had defected to the darkness thousands of years ago had almost no honor or self-respect to speak of compared to Durin's Folk.

Whether facing battle or in daily life, they were driven by power and wealth, displaying the greed in their bones to the fullest.

If one had to make a comparison, compared to Dwarves, these creatures, under the influence of dark power, appeared more like Orcish.

Cruel in nature, greedy without limit, and their brains were not particularly bright either.

And today, these Dwarves were willing to risk being killed to carry out an interception on the river because the boss leading them had learned a piece of news shimmering with golden light from a higher leader.

There was a small fleet carrying precious items that would depart from Heidelberg today for Long Lake Town; most crucially, this fleet had very few guards, only about twenty.

The greedy Dwarves, who were almost stifled to the point of illness in the inns of Long Lake Town, were naturally unwilling to let this opportunity pass.

Moreover, after the robbery was completed, their boss promised that someone would meet them, allowing them to leave Rhovanion quickly.

Then what were they waiting for?

So, under the guidance of someone with ulterior motives, this Dwarf tribe appeared before Allen at an opportune time.

Of course, since these Dwarves could barely disguise themselves, it meant they were not completely brainless.

They also made a two-pronged plan: if the information was wrong and the merchant fleet had a large number of guards, making it impossible to end the battle and obtain a large amount of wealth in a short time.

Then they decided they would simply not initiate the battle; after all, their public identity was still that of good Dwarves from the Far East, and as for occupying the river channel too quickly, at most they would just pay a fine.

It was just that Allen really only brought twenty-some guards, and most of the others were sailors rowing the boats, who could be seen from the surface to have no combat capability.

And the few sailing ships following behind, apart from the accompanying officials, were mostly supplies Allen intended to use on the Ship, as well as gifts for Fatis.

For example, ropes specially made in Lothlorien, and specialties produced in Gondor, and so on.

And such weak defenses naturally made those greedy Dwarves preparing for the robbery extremely excited.

They had sufficient confidence in their own combat power; even if the twenty guards on the opposite side were Elf Warrior, they still had not the slightest fear.

Immediately, they launched a preemptive attack, shooting wave after wave of arrow rain at Allen, and finally drove the sailing ships, looking at their self-righteous "dead men" with excitement.

But immediately, their excited and joyful gazes became sluggish due to terror, and then painful expressions appeared on their dark, messy-bearded faces.

Within a few short seconds, one after another, swift and dazzling lightning bolts erupted from Allen's left hand, crisscrossing on the rippling river surface.

Especially the first Chain Lightning released by Allen; the blue light that burst forth as it streaked through the air actually suppressed the winter sun, illuminating the surroundings even more brightly.

And facing such explosive and fast magic, the Dwarves standing on the sailing ships preparing to board had no chance to make any reaction at all before they were knocked to the ground by the crazily raging lightning.

Those unkempt figures, while twitching crazily, also emitted wisps of rising white smoke.

Some lucky Dwarves, standing further back, were hit later when the Chain Lightning jumped onto them, so the attack they received was relatively smaller, and they still had the strength to let out hoarse screams.

And those standing further ahead had already lost the ability to make a sound; especially the Dwarf hit first by the lightning, who had basically become a piece of charcoal, no longer recognizable in his original form.

If you said an Orcish had died on the ship, people would probably believe it.

Of course, not all the Dwarves standing at the very back were lucky, because the sailing ships operated by the Dwarves were also small vessels, with at most twenty Dwarves standing on each ship.

After a few Chain Lightnings raged across the entire ship and suddenly changed direction to jump to another ship, there were some very unlucky guys who would receive the second damage from the Chain Lightning, then let out even uglier cries of pain.

Ever since he exchanged for this spell, Allen had been very careful when using it; even when fighting a Troll, as a leader of a side, he had never had such an uncomposed performance.

"Sauron, this is simply bullying people too much."

Being blocked and robbed on the river at his own doorstep after traveling thousands of miles—this was an experience Allen had never had before.

The raging fire rising in his heart even somewhat affected Allen's reason.

Sauron's way of doing things was truly too easy to make people angry; it was one thing to declare war without warning time and again, which Allen, having been somewhat influenced in this regard, could barely accept.

After all, his ancestors had also played tricks somewhat similar to this many times.

But for Sauron to send these stinking fish and rotten shrimp to come here to rob Allen made the King of Rhovanion somewhat unable to accept it.

This was too insulting; if you have the ability, declare war, why play these tricks?

And most importantly, Yamila was by Allen's side; if not for Holimion's high level of vigilance, Allen would not dare to imagine whether he could protect Yamila and escape safely from that dense arrow rain—what if she was injured? What if it was fatal?

And on the other hand, Allen knew that he would have no freedom to speak of in the future; every time he went out, he would probably have to bring a large army along, or it would have to be done in secret.

This was the price for attracting Sauron's attention before the Black Gate; Allen had thought of it, just not that the Dark Lord would act so efficiently, and the act of retaliation truly did not delay for even a moment.

"Tie up all the enemies; kill anyone who dares to resist."

Allen gave the order to Holimion standing beside him with a serious expression.

Soon, all the Twilight Knights, under the leadership of Holimion, carrying ropes produced in Lothlorien, jumped onto the enemy's sailing ships and got busy.

But the war did not end at this moment.

Because the other two ships belonging to the enemy had already approached the Girl Rangers when the lightning flashed, but they must have been scared silly by the commotion here; the sailing ships began to hesitate on the river, neither advancing nor retreating.

At this time, the sailors who were lucky enough not to die while hiding in the cabins looked at Allen, who was in a white robe, with awe.

In those few short seconds just now, their king was like a god controlling lightning, defeating the seemingly fierce enemies in a crushing manner.

No matter how panicked these sailors were at this moment, in the days to come, they would never lack material for bragging after drinking.

Allen naturally could not attend to this, but directed these surviving sailors to maneuver the ships to pinch the enemy from the rear; he did not intend to let any enemy go.

Although the Dwarves' sailing ships stopped on the river, not daring to act rashly, the Girl Rangers from Noldor Forest would not just watch their enemies stay there.

Their crisp voices made the sailors maneuver the ships to approach the enemies quickly, and they had also long since put down the bows and arrows in their hands, switching to Noldor Battle Sword and Enchanted Shield.

Any Elf Warrior from Noldor Forest was a powerful warrior capable of both long-range and melee combat; even these noble girls among the Elves were more powerful than the vast majority of top Humans knights.

And when they jumped in front of the enemies amidst a "crackle" sound, those Dwarves had already put down the weapons in their hands one after another, kneeling on the ground with their hands covering their heads, surrendering without a sound.

Subsequently, these Elf girls saw Allen standing on the other side of the sailing ship, while on the enemy's other ship, there was wailing everywhere.

Clearly, Allen, who had quickly circled behind the enemy, had directly routed the opposite side with a bolt of lightning, and the remaining enemies could no longer muster the will to resist; even though Allen was not wearing an inch of armor, in the eyes of these Dwarves, he had already become an invincible existence.

However, he knew his own situation; the power remaining in Allen's body at this moment was only enough to release a weakened version of Chain Lightning; if the opposite side really did not surrender, he could only draw the Noldor Rune Longsword at his waist and engage in melee combat with them.

The might that Allen displayed in this short time was truly too powerful, causing the surviving Dwarves to instantly lose any thought of resistance.

In this kind of small-scale skirmish involving nearly a hundred people, as long as Sauron did not dispatch too many Ringwraiths or Black Numenoreans who understood evil Magic, Allen was already in a near-invincible state.

Even if he had transmigrated into the intercepted Isildur, as long as he possessed his current strength, he could have led the elite of the Dúnedain to break through the interception of those large Orcish, because the current him was indeed quite powerful.

After the enemy surrendered, the river surface at this moment naturally entered the stage of clearing the battlefield.

After a simple count, as many as fifteen Dwarves were directly electrocuted to death by Allen, and this was only because the bodies of the Dwarves were tough.

If it had been Orcish, this number would likely have been multiplied by three or more.

And there were seventy or eighty Dwarves who had become prisoners of war; as for how to dispose of them, Allen still felt he should discuss it with Thorin, because this was a matter that could easily cause misunderstandings between the two sides.

If someone were to see Dwarves in shackles at the mines of Rhovanion or in a blacksmith shop, and thus inform the current King under the Mountain, Thorin II, of this matter which could affect the friendship between the two sides.

Allen could not guarantee whether Thorin would harbor suspicions toward him in his heart; such things could clearly be clarified before a misunderstanding occurred, so why wait until the misunderstanding had taken deep root to explain?

That was not what a wise man should do.

Moreover, although the seven races of Dwarves lived far apart, the relationships between them were still very good; for example, in the "War of the Dwarves and Orcish" that happened not long ago, the Durin Dwarves had received help from other Dwarf races.

Allen, who knew this well, felt that he needed to consider these things when dealing with these Dwarves, and this was also a respect for his allies.

With the end of the battle, Allen's side was not without losses; in the rain-like barrage of arrows, his side also paid the lives of several sailors. After all, they were not professional soldiers, and after being attacked, they did not make the correct moves at the first moment, which led to them receiving fatal injuries.

And while the battle was still ongoing, Allen naturally could not spare the time to treat them.

Looking at his subordinates who no longer showed signs of life, a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in Allen's serious eyes, and then he said softly to Yamila beside him: "I think the sailors who died in this battle can be given pensions for their families according to the treatment of soldiers who died in battle, what do you think?"

Before coming to Middle-earth, in addition to managing the team's supplies, Yamila would also ride a horse to participate in battles. Although most of the time she just followed Allen's side to give the enemy the final blow, the bloody battlefield was not unfamiliar to her.

"Hmm, okay, after arriving at Long Lake Town, I will arrange for people to handle these matters well, don't worry."

Under Allen's rule, dying on the battlefield had the highest level of pension, while casualties caused by other matters would be relatively less.

At this time, Holimion had already finished binding most of the Dwarves, and at the same time used sharp blades to force some Dwarves who could still barely walk to steer the ships to Allen's side.

"My lord, are we going to continue forward next? Or wait for reinforcements from Heidelberg?"

Before the battle began, the small boat driven by Malherbe and Desaiwei left the fleet and retreated south along the river. This move was certainly not to run away, but because their size was flexible and it was easy for them to turn around.

So when they discovered the situation was wrong, they immediately decided to return to Heidelberg to ask for reinforcements.

Although Allen's fleet had not yet begun to be built, the Northern Men who lived in the Running River area previously also had some ships docked at the port of Heidelberg for Alayen to use when patrolling the river.

"First arrange for the injured personnel to return to Heidelberg, and the others wait on the spot. We have too few sailors to drive so many sailing ships away from here."

Looking at Allen who was lost in thought toward the east, he gave orders casually. After the battle ended, he had already used his ability to check the surrounding environment.

Except for the pine forests that could remain green in winter, there were no more enemy figures around, so in the time that followed, it didn't really matter how the team acted, because the danger had already been lifted.

It was just that Allen did not know that in that green pine forest over there, several Dwarves with stunned expressions were staring blankly at everything that had happened.

And the one in the lead was wearing a Gold Ring inlaid with a circle of rubies on his right hand.