The Bizarre Adventures of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 482 The arrival of the Guards Corps

"Continue to speed up the forging progress, hurry up!"

The furnace in Gundabad works day and night. The air hammer furnace, which once symbolized the crystallization of the highest dwarven technology, is now continuously flowing out orange-red molten steel under the control of Oak, and is eventually automatically distributed by the machine into pieces of high-quality steel ingots. .

The Orc craftsmen used their rough processing methods to forge these well-made steels day and night, forging them into pieces of scimitar shields and Orc plate armor.

Tens of thousands of Orcs are busy day and night, and every day more than thousands of completed weapons and armor are moved from the warehouse and transported into Moria through the tunnels used by the dwarves to transport ore in the past.

Countless war machines are coming out of here, but no lord in the entire Middle-earth continent seems to have noticed that this evil force hidden in the darkness is constantly accumulating power.

Just when many Oak craftsmen were wielding craftsman hammers and forging weapons tiredly, a hoarse roar suddenly came from behind:

"Adjust the tracks for transporting weapons and armor. All materials originally shipped to Moria will be sent to Dol Guldur in half. This is the master's order!"

Hearing this, the Oak craftsmen couldn't help but put down their weapons and look at the visitor, only to find that the other party's identity was actually Bolger, a descendant of their leader, the White Oak Azog.

I saw that the ribs of this sturdy Oak, who was nearly three meters tall, were covered with embedded steel plates. Both his vital organs and bones were modified with the steel plates embedded in his body. His whole body looked cold and awe-inspiring!
Bolger was holding a mace and looking disdainfully at the Oak logistics officer in front of him, and then continued to give serious orders in a hoarse voice:
"The master's order is absolute!"

"But... Leader Azog's order is for us to hunt down the Turin clan in the Blue Mountains. Only by completely eradicating that dirty bloodline can we..."

"Don't worry about Azog, I am the leader here now, and the orders I bring are Master Sauron's orders. Do you understand?"

Bolger didn't care at all how filial his behavior at the moment was. He stood up and looked at the Oko orc in front of him who was only half his height. Coercion was radiating from his body.

Azog is Moria's unique white-skinned Orc. No one knows its specific purpose, and no one knows why it can have such a size that far exceeds that of ordinary orcs.

But the only thing that can be known is that the White Oak has extremely terrifying control over ordinary Oaks. Even his descendant, Bolger, you have also inherited this terrifying control!
The Oak logistics officer retreated a few steps like a frightened lamb. In his eyes, Bolger's already tall body was like an enlarging black shadow, so he could only say in a trembling voice:
"Yes...obey..."

"Humph~"

Seeing this, Bolger took back his mace on the ground with satisfaction, and then turned to look at the transport convoys that were turning around.

Compared to the pure-blooded White Oak Azog, Bolger, who merely inherited the bloodline, seems to have been more strongly influenced by Sauron, which is why he behaves so loyally.

Of course, the reason why he came here to convey Sauron's order was because his master was finally willing to let him become the commander of an army!

Thinking of this, Bolger couldn't help but recall the pie that his master drew for him some time ago:

"Dol Guldur... as long as he attacks the dragon from the north and south of the Lonely Mountain, whether it is the elves in the Black Forest, the dwarves in the Iron Hills, or even the humans in Long Lake Town, they will all be eradicated in one fell swoop!
And you, my loyal subordinate, you are the truly qualified commander! "

Recalling that he was summoned from somewhere and went to Dol Guldur some time ago, and finally got the leadership position promised by Sauron's master, Bolger couldn't help but smile on his ugly face.

A powerful army of your own, your own magnificent massacre, your own war!

I wonder which Oak in this world can resist such temptation? !

In order to complete the arming of his Orc army, Bolger even did not hesitate to destroy his father's long-planned revenge plan and personally came to Gundabad to take away the supplies that belonged to Moria.

Anyway, Moria now has tens of thousands of armors. What if I secretly take away tens of thousands of them and give them to their masters?

"These alone are not enough...the real battle also needs the blood of humans and elves to be watered to satisfy me!"

Bolger breathed a sigh of relief. He jumped off the warg and came to the once glorious dwarf palace in Gundabad, and then stopped in front of the huge and well-made ancient map.

Gundabad, located in the northernmost mountains of the Misty Mountains, was once a holy place in the hearts of the dwarves.

In the past, the Witch-King of Angmar came here under the order of his master. He established the Kingdom of Angmar to fight against the powerful human kingdom Arnor in the north, and started the Angmar War that lasted for 600 years!
During this war, the Witch-King of Angmar successfully destroyed the divided kingdom of Arnor, and the surviving northern humans had to enter a nomadic state with the help of elves and Gondor, and were renamed Dúnedain.

Bolger knew almost nothing about the Angmar War. After all, he was far from being born during those long years, and even his father Azog had not yet settled in Moria.

(There is a saying that Azog in the movie world is Maia who chose the shape of an Orc under Morgoth. I decided to continue this setting)

But this does not affect his admiration for Sauron's will and strength at all!

"The Kingdom of Angmar..."

Bolger looked at the large black area marked on the map in some trance, which was the northern land that was once occupied and poisoned by the Kingdom of Angmar.

Now his master Sauron is entrenched in Dol Guldur, searching for something, and his father Azog is also preparing an army, waiting and looking for an opportunity to cut off the bloodline of the Durin family.

There was even a human who followed his master in Gondor and Rohan, leading a Dongyi army to burn, kill, and loot in the surrounding areas, and made great achievements in battle.

Even the lowest-level Orc slave workers are gearing up, looking forward to fighting in the next war. Everyone seems to have a dark future...

except him!
In the Misty Mountains, as the son of Azog, he could never get rid of his father's influence and became a unique Orc leader;

In Gundabad, all he had to do every day without receiving a war mission was to supervise the work of the blacksmiths. How could such a humiliating job satisfy him?As for going to Mordor…

Sauron's mouth: Haha~ The foul-smelling Orcs of Moria came to our Mordor to beg for food?
Recalling the various humiliations and unwillingness he suffered during that time, Bolger couldn't help but tightly clenched the mace in his hand, and the eyes under his ugly face revealed a beast-like cold light!
If he hadn't been lucky enough to receive the power and rights granted by Master Sauron in Dol Guldur, I'm afraid he would still be humiliatingly serving as the blacksmith's guard, right?

Huh~ That Didric is a mortal body, and he is also a mortal body; that Didric has a war hammer, and he also has a war hammer!
From this point of view, he and Diedrich are evenly matched!

"The twin-tailed comet... huh, it's just a little trick played by the false god. When I lead the army to sweep away those damn Dúnedain and elves, it will be enough to make the master proud! WAAAAAGH!"

Bolger sneered and raised the warhammer in his hand and looked up and down. A blood-red halo gradually surrounded Bolger's arm from the top of the warhammer, causing him to stare up at the sky with scarlet eyes and howl.

As long as he can get rid of one of the two-tailed comets that gives his master a headache, then he can prove that he is a far more trustworthy subordinate than the so-called Didrick!
————Eregion, Fortress
At this moment, Rohan does not know that there is an Orc in the distant Gundabad that is thinking about him. At this moment, he is busy rebuilding the former Eregian Fortress and preparing for the next protracted war.

Duang~Duang~Duang~
Countless busy voices are constantly traveling through the dilapidated ruins of the past. Tens of thousands of Pendor soldiers are taking on the role of labor, busy pushing all the original ruins to rebuild.

"Where did these human armies come from? Why have our patrols never found such a large army approaching Rivendell?"

Rivendell's adjutant, Secretary Lindirin, who was in charge of transporting construction materials, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he looked at the forbidden human army in front of him.

Look at those stalwart figures nearly two meters tall, uniformly sized gilded rune armor and phoenix feather bucket helmets, maces with unfamiliar runes painted on them, and glowing silver cross pendants around their waists...

Have you woken up from the dream? The kingdom of Númenor has been restored? !

Lindir did not know at this time that the human army in front of him that made him extremely panic was neither from Númenor nor Gondor in the south, but an empire called [Pander]!

Thanks to the unification of Pendor, Rohan was able to organize all the current soldiers of Pendor into three powerful royal guard regiments, as well as twenty relatively mediocre reserve regiments and 21 regimental commanders.

Each legion is composed of fully armed soldiers, which also have corresponding artillery and tanks for support and cover, and even have independent Ash Dragon brigade and bomber formations!

Under normal circumstances, the combat effectiveness of the reserve legions is basically the same as that of the provincial soldiers of the Sigma Empire, but the combination of elven plate armor and tower shields they are equipped with can still make the Sigma Halberdiers covet it.

Coupled with extremely abnormal fire support and excellent logistical supplies, even the twenty legions with the lowest level of armed force are enough to sweep across the entire imperial province.

As for the three royal guard regiments, they are Rohan's favorite. Even during the unification of Ulthuan, he was reluctant to send these regiments to fill the line.

These devout human warriors who have been blessed by Rohan and the Lady of the Mist are almost all heroes among men. They can even fight against Chaos Demons under the cover of military formations and artillery fire without falling behind at all:
The rd Guards Legion is jointly commanded by Roland, the Chosen of the Mists of Pendor, and Mekasha, the Dark Elf Fire Sorceress. It is currently being deployed in the Badlands to fight against the Greenskins due to its alliance with the High King of the Dwarves;
The Second Guards Legion is jointly commanded by Tyrion, the acting lord of Gran City, and Daario, Rohan's lieutenant. It is currently assisting the Dread Lord Morena in Hal Kadra to fight against the invasion of the Khorne warlord:

The First Guards Corps is the backbone that followed Rohan to Eregion to rebuild the fortress, and will assist Rohan in regaining the mines of Moria and defeating Sauron in the future!

"My Highness, I wonder what style you are going to use to rebuild this fortress. Is it based on the architectural style of your hometown Nagaroth or the architectural style of Ancient Pende?"

In the royal camp that had been prepared in the center of the ruins, several elven craftsmen from the Pandnordo tribe were constantly surveying various data and submitting their opinions to Rohan.

Although the Noldor elves in the world of Pendor are not as powerful as the elves in the world of Middle-earth, in terms of architectural style and various magical mechanisms, they who inherit the legacy of the Sindar are equally as good as each other.

At the very least, the Sindar heritage of the Pandnordor tribe also includes magic barriers and various magic forts that can make the entire fortress invisible.

Facing the architect's question, Rohan, who was excitedly preparing for the reconstruction work, couldn't help but touch his chin, and then fell into thinking:
"This is a good question... Gupande's architecture is too classical and not suitable as a city defense fortress; the style of Nagaroth is too gloomy, and our neighbors may not like this style."

You must know that architectural styles cannot be chosen randomly. After all, each style tends to use various tactics when defending.

Most of Gupande's fortresses are too rigid, with only the architectural styles of the inner city and the outer city. Although such fortresses are simple and comfortable, they are also extremely easy to be captured.

Although the urban architecture of the High Elves and Dark Elves is good, the lack of assistance from the magical wind has also caused the magic fort to lose its former power, and may not be able to play a big role in possible future wars.

What's more, such a city wall doesn't seem to be suitable for his Guards Corps to fight:
"One two one, one two one, stand still!"

"For the Empire!"

"Look to the left! Look forward! The shield wall fighting technique begins now, prepare...to shoot!"

bang bang bang-

Accompanied by a burst of fierce gunfire, Rohan couldn't help but turn his head and look at the Guards soldiers who were training in fighting skills in the distance of the camp, and saw that they were constantly using the cover of tower shields and spears to let people hold the breech Soldiers loading rifles aim and fire.

Although these new rifles greatly improve the efficiency of reloading compared to muzzle-loading muskets, the speed of firing one round and reloading still makes officers prefer salvo tactics and cross-covering.

After all, no matter how well-made a musket is, it is still difficult to kill with a single bayonet when facing Chaos believers and war beasts, not to mention that these guns themselves are very valuable.

In this case, what kind of fortress can maximize the efficiency of long-range attacks while ensuring its own defense?

Thinking of this, Rohan couldn't help but have an idea that he gave up decades ago come to mind:
"Bastion!"

(End of this chapter)