The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The war broke out in late summer and early autumn.

It won't last long, about one to two days, depending on the intensity of the battle, the winner will be decided soon.

When all the people are dead, the outcome will be decided.

When Dumbledore came back, it was at a fever pitch.

These five armies did not meet each other immediately. In fact, they also had a peaceful day together.

At that time, 500 elite dwarves from Iron Hills arrived at the lonely mountain and joined the 400 militiamen from Changhu Town. Afterwards, they were going to enter the lonely mountain on the right road, but they were stopped outside the valley.

Ironfoot Dyne was famous, and with the help of humans, both the elf king Thranduil and the half-orc Azog were willing to send envoys to negotiate peace.

The Lonely Mountain sent two, Bilbo and Balin, down the ropes down the wall, and mustered up their courage to go to the conference outside Dale City.

When the five parties met, everyone looked serious, except for the naive Mr. Baggins, who thought that there would be no need to fight now, and everyone could go home safely.

Old Dwarf Balin knew what Bilbo was thinking when he saw the look on his face, so he whispered to him, "It's impossible."

The smile faded from Bilbo's face.

"You see, the elves come for the Silmaril. The Orcs come half for the Silmaril and half for revenge. Men come for money. The great Lord of the Iron Hills is on our side. Understand?"

"Understand what?" Bilbo felt his throat go dry. He already knew that war was inevitable, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"Don't say we couldn't find the Silmaril. Even if we found it, Thorin couldn't give it to anyone else. And even if we handed it over, no one would want it. If we withdraw from the battlefield, we must attack each other, and in order to prevent one side from winning, we will also join the battle."

"There must be a better way. There must be." Bilbo squeezed the wizard's pocket.

The meeting broke up, as expected.

After the negotiation, Bilbo and Balin did not return to the Lonely Mountain, but went to meet with Ironfoot Dyne's army. After being trapped for five days, they finally had a decent meal. The hobbit, who has always loved food, was particularly silent.

Balin chatted with Dyne.

"The Elf King wants us to hand over the gems." Balin muttered, "The half-orcs entrenched in River Valley City are very strange. They also want the Arkensilil, and I always feel that the other party's emissary looks familiar."

"Is it worth a war for a gem?" Dyne frowned and sighed. "If gems can be used to make one side withdraw from the battlefield, or make them kill each other, we can gain the strategic initiative."

Bilbo pricked up his ears quietly.

Bahrain shook his head to express his disapproval, "The gemstone is the only bargaining chip in Lonely Mountain. Handing over the Akon gemstone is like handing over the handle of a knife. We can only hope that the other party can point the knife point towards the enemy."

"Think about it carefully, if you give the gem to the elf, you can contain a half of the Orc's army. Let's fight Azog again. This way we have a common enemy. Will the elf be crazy enough to stab a friend with a knife?"

"But once they win, they will take the gem. Thorin has sworn that whoever takes the gem will be at odds with him."

"If there are no people, what is the use of wealth? There is no cheer and praise, and there is no way to exchange food and drink. Let the elves have it. If the gems dug from the depths of the lonely mountain are for It is also the will of fate to surround the people of the lonely mountain and leave."

"You're right, Dyne." Balin agreed with these words, and then said dejectedly, "Unfortunately, we don't have the Arkensilil. After searching for so many days, I counted almost every gold coin, but it's just... ..."

"Here," said the hobbit suddenly, putting down the bread and bacon in his hand, "here I am."

He took out a brilliant gemstone from the wizard's pocket. Some people call it the heart of the mountain. Anyone who sees it will think that he has seen the moon. The white light seems to illuminate the sky, and the intersection points of the complicated facets are like stars. Brilliant, the pinnacle of nature and craftsmanship.

Both Bahrain and Dyne lost their minds.

Dyne laughed quickly, "Great. With it, we finally don't have to be passive." He didn't rush to take it, but asked, "Hobbit, why don't you take it yourself and run away quietly?" ? Doesn’t it appeal to you?”

Mr. Bilbo was very calm. "Even if I keep the Silmaril, I can only hide it carefully in the cellar from now on. But if it can save some bloodshed, it will be worth it."

"Your virtue is more pure than the Arken Silmarin." Dyne said, "but I'm sorry. War is inevitable. Don't cry for the death of a soldier. Only a mother can cry for the death of a child. The rest of us , just offer songs and flowers.”

He ordered the messenger to dedicate the jewel to the Elf King, and at the same time, must make a big splash, and let the orcs know that the jewel fell into the hands of the Elf.

If this gem is indeed what everyone is fighting for, then Dyne's plan has succeeded.

But unfortunately, although it is precious, it is far less than the star of Azura.

When the messenger presented the Aken Silmaril to the Elven King, the army of Orcs came to the Elf's camp.

Feeling cheated, Thranduil was tricked, angrily cut off the messenger's head, and threw it far into the camp of Iron Hills.

The angry dwarf soldiers charged at the elves, and Azog's wolf cavalry attacked the combined iron hills and human flanks.

The great chaos began, in a silent morning.

The banner of the Iron Hills was inserted into the gate of Erebor to the north, and the half-orcs of the valley city also went north, attacking the elf camp on the west side branch. The Azog tribe in the eastern mountain range went south and fought against the human militia in Longhu Town.

Sorin and others in Gushan heard the news about the Aken gem, they took the initiative to break open the city gate, and went south to meet Ironfoot Dyne.

The trend of the Five Armies was fully formed.

It was almost noon when Dumbledore arrived. He witnessed this chaotic battle from a high altitude, the majestic dwarf warriors roared, the mutated orcs laughed wildly, the wargs howled continuously, the elf warriors were as cold as ice, and the human militiamen cried for their fathers and mothers.

Blood, bones, severed limbs.

As soon as the bowstring was sounded, a light rain of death fell from the sky, and it fell on the army of orcs and dwarves, and the corpses fell like straw blown by the wind. The crossbow machine vibrated, and huge rows of crossbow arrows rushed like a stormy wave, chiseling the broken flesh and blood into the hillside. The troll roared, swung rough-polished logs, and rolled into the enemy group, and the living soldiers were ejected like rubber balls. The ring spirit roared fiercely, and the powerful undead spread the majesty of the demon king, invincible on the battlefield.

People are dying every second, and there is no place for tears.

This is an unjust war and there is no glory in it.

The members of the expedition team went through hardships all the way without incident, but at this moment they fell down one after another. Fourteen, thirteen, nine, eight.

The blood and roar confused the eyes and blinded the ears.

Until the bright orange starlight falls, until the old man solemnly announces his descent.

Everyone raised their heads and saw a strange star appeared in the sky. It was not the masterpiece of Vilavalda. Although it was bright, it was not the dazzling Karnier (Mars). Although it appeared in the south, it did not belong to Meni. Ermaca (Orion).

The radiance was held up by an old man with white beard and hair, and he shouted to the soldiers on the ground who were dazzled by hatred and greed: "Stop!"

Under the blessing of the magic spell, the loud voice spread throughout the five armies.

Dumbledore, my superman...