In situations of equal strength, human wave tactics can be remarkably effective.
Although the Dwarves, with Thorin joining, erupted with powerful fighting spirit, they were quickly dragged into a "mire" by the tens of thousands of Orcs.
After rushing to the foot of the mountain on the flank, they found it difficult to advance further.
Watching his own kin die one by one in the stalemate, Dáin, who had previously been blinded by hatred, finally sobered up.
"All forces retreat! We will rendezvous with the human warriors of Lonely Mountain!"
After observing the battlefield situation, Dáin wisely chose to cooperate with the Lonely Mountain forces.
On the Lonely Mountain side, the three-party teams led by Aragorn, Bard, and Elves King Thranduil, although numbering only about five thousand in total.
However, being well-equipped and more disciplined, they did not rashly expand their battle lines. They focused on defensive counterattacks and steady advances, becoming a solid shield for Lonely Mountain.
Subsequently, when the Dwarves also retreated, the Lonely Mountain defense line, spearheaded by Aragorn, became even more stable.
Gradually, under the pressure of the Orc army, the four united forces, fighting with shared animosity, began to show subtle cooperation:
The Dwarves focused on drawing aggro… the Lonely Mountain Rangers were responsible for reaping… the Dale warriors provided support… and the Elves archers handled long-range assistance…
With clear division of labor, even though the Orc army had superior numbers, they were helpless against Aragorn and the others, and their casualties rapidly increased.
"Human, will you only let your people be cowards? I am right here, come and kill me!"
Azog, the Orc leader, raised a large banner on the flank of the mountain, making himself a "target" to attract the attention of the strong individuals from the Lonely Mountain side. His goal was to quietly send small groups of Orcs to infiltrate the Lonely Mountain defense line and proceed to the Kingdom of Dale in the rear to deal with the ordinary civilians there.
This move could be seen as feinting to the east and attacking the west, or as pulling the rug out from under them.
In terms of thought process, Azog, the Orc leader, and the evil dragon Smaug had something in common.
Both chose to "bully the weak and fear the strong" to retaliate against their opponents.
However, how could Mike be fooled by such a small trick? He had already made arrangements in advance.
Seeing his plan fail, the Orc leader continued to provoke Mike, hoping to enrage him and cause the Lonely Mountain side to make a mistake.
This would create an opportunity for the Orc squad to ambush Dale.
"Very well, since you seek death, I shall grant it to you."
Mike, who had been calmly observing the situation, verifying whether Aragorn and the others could withstand the Orc army, looked up at the opposite mountain peak upon hearing Azog's provocation.
Subsequently, a powerful Power Of Faith condensed into a golden spear.
It must be said that Azog, the Orc leader, was quite lucky. In Moria and Dol Guldur, he had come close to encountering Mike, that harbinger of doom, several times.
Only by relying on his cautious senses did he manage to escape danger multiple times.
This gave him a false sense of security, making him dare to provoke Mike this time.
However, as the golden spear in Mike's hand erupted with immense power, Aragorn finally recalled the formidable combat strength the other party had displayed in Dol Guldur.
He would die…
Run… he must run…
With his hairs standing on end, stimulated by the Power Of Faith from the golden spear, Aragorn had only one thought left in his mind.
That was to run.
However, as Mike focused his attention on Aragorn, everything was already predetermined.
The golden spear, carrying an invincible aura, rapidly enlarged as soon as it was thrown.
Finally, the golden phantom, with its locking function, completely enveloped the flank of the mountain.
Then, accompanied by a deafening sound and a mushroom-shaped blast, Aragorn, who had only fled a short distance, along with half of the small mountain, were all reduced to dust.
The enormous commotion caused the entire battlefield to fall silent.
Then came the shouts of the collapsing Orc army.
"The leader is dead… We are finished…"
"Run… Run away!!!"
"…"
Seeing such combat power from the Lonely Mountain side, some Orcs with poor morale wished they had two more legs, collapsing and fleeing from the battlefield.
Instantly, tens of thousands of Orcs became chaotic. Many Orcs who couldn't react in time were pushed down by their companions and never had a chance to get back up.
"What a thrill!"
In the crowd below, Dáin, the King of the Dwarves, let out a hearty laugh upon seeing the Orc leader killed.
Then, seeing the Orc army's formation in disarray, he raised his battle-axe and shouted, "Charge with me! Don't let those scoundrels escape!"
It was a rare moment of such exhilaration, and Dáin naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to pursue victory and kick them while they were down.
Subsequently, with the Dwarves leading the charge, Aragorn also adapted, leading the human warriors and Elves warriors to steadily advance the defense line.
As large numbers of Orcs died, the battlefield below instantly transformed into a meat grinder, harvesting Orc lives.
"I'm going down to help too!"
Seeing victory in sight, and knowing that every additional Orc eliminated here would contribute to a more stable Middle-earth later.
Gandalf, also roused to battle, greeted Mike and then charged down the walls of Lonely Mountain, joining the feast of harvesting Orc lives.
For a time, the situation of the Orc army became even worse.
However, even if it were a hundred thousand pigs, it would take a great deal of effort for the Lonely Mountain warriors to slaughter them all, let alone Orcs, whose combat power was not weak.
Moreover, Orcs quickly realized that the terrifying human on the Lonely Mountain wall, after killing Azog, seemed to have no intention of attacking again.
Whether it was disdain to act or if the previous attack had exhausted his power, this was good news for the Orc army.
"Everyone, don't run! That human is already finished… Now is the time for us to avenge our leader…"
"I don't believe that human can use that kind of attack again…"
"…"
Azog's death also created opportunities for other Orcs to rise in rank.
Fortune favors the bold!
Thus, under the organization of some "clever" Orc sub-leaders, the Orcs who had not managed to escape were quickly reorganized and launched an attack against the Dwarves and humans.
"Screech—"
It was at this moment that the flock of Great Eagles, arriving to provide support after hearing the commotion, also joined the battle.
Moreover, from the back of one Great Eagle, a giant more than four meters tall jumped down, transforming into a ferocious giant bear upon landing.
Amidst its roars, this giant bear seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred for the Orcs, with every claw strike being incredibly bloody.
Coupled with the sharp talons of the Great Eagles…
The moment the Orc army showed any sign of resistance, it was immediately crushed by the newly joined Lonely Mountain support forces.
What followed was a one-sided pursuit.
"What a thrill! What a thrill!"
Dáin, the King of the Dwarves, who fought with increasing vigor, let out a hearty laugh and pursued them for another two kilometers.
Along the way, the Orc army suffered heavy losses, leaving behind nearly half of their corpses.
However, this was the limit. Most of the surviving Orcs had already fled into the wilderness, and further pursuit would only become difficult.
Of course, even so, Dáin, Gandalf, Thranduil, and the others were already very satisfied with having dealt such a heavy blow to the Mordor Orcs.
Just as everyone stopped to rest, believing the battle was over, a figure radiating holy light flew into the sky.
As he brandished his flaming greatsword, tiny white fireflies slowly appeared in the air.
"What is this?" Gandalf, feeling no threat, caught a firefly with his hand.
Only then did he discover that these fingernail-sized white lights were actually miniature white flames.
And as the flames merged into his body, Gandalf felt his recently expended stamina and divine power being restored.
The Power of Healing?
The wizard smiled and didn't pay too much attention, as any ability Mike possessed was not worth being overly surprised by.
However, the wizard quickly discovered that these flames, which had a Power of Healing for himself and the Lonely Mountain warriors, acted like sparks thrown into a gasoline barrel when they landed on Orcs.
Instantly, they transformed into world-ending flames that purified everything.
Any Orc that came into contact with these flames would be burned to nothing but bone fragments within two seconds.
The Dwarves, who had been curiously fluttering these "fireflies" with the Power of Healing, immediately became well-behaved upon seeing the Orcs'The devastation (miserable state).
Among them, Dáin and Thorin exchanged glances. Although they said nothing, their eyes were filled with apprehension towards the human in the sky.
Immediately after, under everyone's gaze, more "firefly" lights drifted towards the distant direction where the Orc army was retreating.
Then came the continuous screams of the Orc army.
Even without seeing the Orcs' miserable state with their own eyes, just hearing the sounds was enough to send shivers down one's spine.
"Thorin, I think you should try to build a good relationship with that human, even for the sake of the Dwarves…"
Having witnessed Mike's terrifying strength, Dáin, the King of the Dwarves, finally couldn't help but advise Thorin.
Looking at Thorin, he now seemed to have resigned himself to fate, a bitter smile appearing on his face.