"Bang!"
A perfectly synchronized twang of bowstrings.
Arrows swept across the sky like a swarm of locusts, raining down on the area where the trolls and ogres stood.
"Pfft..."
The sound was somewhat scattered. Some arrows struck the ground, but with the Orc formation so densely packed, most of them hit Orcs, trolls, or ogres instead. In an instant, a large swath of the Orc ranks fell. Even the enormous trolls and ogres could not withstand the Woodland Elf archers' volley.
"Whoosh..."
"Swish..."
The Woodland Elf archers had formed up neatly at the rear, standing in perfect ranks. Thranduil did not even need to issue further orders. They nocked and fired in rhythm, slaughtering countless enemies in no time.
Then another horn blast came from the distant mountaintop—
"Toot..."
This horn call was far shorter than the one that had signaled the initial attack, but it was just as loud, nearly resounding across the entire battlefield. The ordinary Orcs continued slaughtering dwarves, elves, and humans, lost in the frenzy of battle. The trolls and ogres, however, turned their heads the instant they heard the horn and looked toward the distant mountaintop.
Two flags stood there, one large and one small. Both had now changed from their original shapes.
The trolls and ogres immediately understood the order. They broke apart into separate formations, completely ignoring the rain of arrows from the Woodland Elf archers. Some covered their heads and charged straight toward the archers, while the rest targeted the cavalry rampaging through the battlefield. Nothing could stop them as they charged forward.
The dwarf leaders Thorin and Dáin, the human army's leader Bard, and the Elf King Thranduil were their primary targets.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The trolls and ogres marched forward with heavy steps, wielding enormous spiked clubs or chain hammers.