The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Is it this way?"

Bilbo is holding the crossbow in both hands, and for him, he needs to hold the crossbow with both hands in order to take aim. He half-squinted his eyes to prevent the oncoming wind and sand from blowing into his eyes.

"Put your finger on the barb..." Before Zelin could finish, a wolf cavalry chased up from the left. He raised his sword and slashed at Bilbo. The demon hunter swung his sword at the orc's blade. On the upper side, the ebony blade slashed into the blade fiercely, cutting out a gap nearly half the width of the blade.

"Then aim at the target!" Zelin took the opportunity to shake his wrist, and the orc's knife seemed to be out of control. The orc who had lost his weapon wanted to pounce on the whole person and threw the horse and the people on it together, but as soon as it jumped from the back of the wolf, it was pierced by the ebony blade in its chest.

The sudden increase in weight caused Avak to neigh, but Zelin didn't want to continue to burden the ghost horse. Without a rider, the wolf wanted to jump up and bit Avak on the neck. It seemed to think that the corpse of the orc was inserted in the ebony blade, so that Zelin could not continue to swing the knife to stop him. As soon as its claws left the ground, Zelin returned the rider to him. The demon hunter slammed it hard, and the orc corpse that flew out and the wolf leaping in the air happened to collide with each other.

"Pull the trigger!"

A crossbow bolt flew out and hit the wolf's head that was knocked over to the ground and was about to get up. The bursting crossbow bolt exploded on the wolf's forehead, and it fell back to the rider's corpse without saying a word.

"Well done, Bilbo." Zelin looked back at the effect, then regained his gaze, and continued to stare at the front. "Meet the target, full marks."

"I have never used a bow and arrow." Bilbo looked at the crossbow in his hand in surprise. "Is this a wizard's special weapon? Can flames still appear?"

"If you like, I can give you something that can produce explosions and flames." The clatter of horseshoes was mixed with the horns and the footsteps of the orcs marching. "Be careful, flames can burn yourself."

"I know, it's fireworks. Gandalf once made them for us...be careful!"

With the sound of Bilbo's warning, an ogre carrying a stone sling appeared directly in front of the horse. It seems to have shot the rocks in Lou Kuangli on the back, and is walking to the nearby hillside to look for new boulders. Several goblins hopped around on the wooden platform on the back of the ogre. The huge monster seemed to hear Bilbo's shout, or the goblin saw the rushing knight and alerted it. The monster with a dumb face raised its bald, round head, then it raised the stone in its hand and smashed it down in the direction of the demon hunter.

"Shoot it, Bilbo, aim at the eyes and head!" Zelin pulled the reins abruptly, Avak turned a corner, and the boulder hit a place less than two meters away from them, splashed with mud and gravel. It crackled and fell on Zelin and Bilbo.

Bilbo stared at the ogre's head, and then another boulder was thrown over, and it whizzed over the demon hunter's head and hit the ground behind them. Zelin kept urging Avak to move forward. When the ogre was about to throw the third stone over, he controlled Avak to turn in advance. The boulder almost hit them, but fortunately, Bilbo's arrow Ya hit the ogre's eyelid with precision. Although it didn't directly hit the eye, the explosion underneath caused the ogre to howl in pain, covering his eyes with his hands and taking a step back. Its shaking caused the unsteady goblin above to scream and fall down.

The ogre rubbed its eyes, howling angrily, trying to find the culprit who hurt it. Just when he opened his eyes, the ghost horse had already ran under it. The iron-shaved ebony blade slashed at the ogre's leg. Obviously, the ogre's leg was not as hard as steel, and the ebony blade slashed deeply into the ogre's leg. The monster wailed, the ghost horse turned a circle behind him, and Zelin slashed its other leg with his sword. Then, under the effect of Bilbo's bursting crossbow shot at the wound, the monster crashed to the ground, splashing dust.

"It's very close to Crow Ridge!"

Zelin looked at Legolas and Tauriel on the other side. After bringing down a wolf cavalry, they controlled the white horse to jump down and landed firmly behind the demon hunter. Only a few wolves remained nearby, but most of them died under the attack of arrows.

"Go, let's end Azog!"

Looking at the approaching Crow Ridge, Zelin urged the ghost horse to rush over at a faster speed. Behind him, the offensive of the orc army plunged River Valley City into a sea of ​​flames.

The 771st chapter steel torrent

"We need a breakthrough!"

Dyne waved the hammer in his hand and hit an orc in the head, but when an orc fell, more orcs rushed up. The line of the dwarves has been compressed to the extreme, and the fighting that lasted all morning has been unbearable for many tough dwarves. Dyne's wild boar mount had already been stabbed to the ground by the orc's spearman. Now the lord of the iron hills is walking on the ground, directing the battle while smashing the heads of the orcs rushing up one after another.

The number of orcs is still not decreasing, but the number of dwarves and elves is declining at a rate visible to the naked eye. The two teams of dwarven soldiers who have regrouped in the rear are returning to the battlefield under the leadership of the captain. They can let other fighters who are fighting a sigh of relief, but even so, the Iron Foot Army is still in a state of exhaustion. When the orcs were surrounded on the flanks, the elves had to give up using arrows to suppress the orcs, and instead went hand-in-hand with the enemy.

In the face of the powerful offensive of the orcs, even the elves and dwarves with ancient hatred in their blood do not mean that they choose to fight back-to-back. Thanks to the elves of Thranduil guarding the flanks of the slopes on both sides, so that the dwarves can mobilize enough soldiers to arrive. The valley faced the attack of the orcs head-on.

"Sorin, we need him, where is Thorin?!"

Dyne shouted loudly, the orcs surrounded him, and spears pierced Dyne from different directions one after another, making him tired to dodge. The red hair **** with the string was scattered on his shoulders, making him seem like a lion forced into desperation.

The front of the coalition forces are stuck together with the orcs. With the assistance of the elves, they can barely maintain their positions, but as time goes by, no one knows how long they can hold on. The dwarves’ tools of war caused the orcs to suffer huge losses, and the elves’ arrow rain made the ground muddy. The blood of the orcs penetrated into the ground, turning the ground covered with sand and gravel into a muddy sludge. But even so, under Azog's command, the orc soldiers still attacked the coalition positions one after another.

"The dwarves can't hold on anymore!"

Azog opened his arms, revealing his uncontrollable excitement. Although this raid caused him to lose far more than expected, the dwarves, elves, and the human alliance persisted for even more time than he expected. But now, these fronts have shown signs of loosening.

"Assemble, launch another attack!" Azog howled and shouted orders. He was about to avenge the dwarves who defeated him in Moria. Those who destroyed its fortress and cut off its right hand made Azog almost impossible. Fighting dwarves. Now, he is about to completely destroy these enemies, use their blood to wash away the shame of defeat in the past, and celebrate the victory of the orc army.

Following Azog's order, the orc army, sticking to the coalition positions like black mud, began to retreat slowly. But no one would think that this is because the orcs could not bear the huge loss and retreat. All knew what would happen next, and the orcs would regroup and launch new attacks.

The chaotic formation of the orcs is being adjusted, and the heavily armed ogres are walking in the forefront. Obviously, Azog is ready to defeat the coalition forces in one fell swoop. Taking advantage of this moment, the dwarves and elves are also adjusting their defenses, preparing for the final battle. There is only a clearing of less than a hundred meters between them, on which lie corpses, most of them are orcs, including elves and dwarves.

"Go ahead! Kill them all!"

Azog shouted the evil Mordor language, and the low horn resounded through the valley. The orcs began to advance to the coalition position step by step. Dyne stood at the forefront of the team with a hammer. Thranduil closed his eyes for the elk mount he was shot to death. The elf king raised his blade, and the other elf soldiers followed the king and raised spears and shields. , The elf who shot out the arrow drew out a pair of knives and stood beside the spearman, preparing to fight the orcs to the death.

But as the orcs approached step by step, a loud noise suddenly rang out from the back of the coalition position. They turned their heads one after another, and even the orcs looked at the gate of Gushan Irub in surprise. I saw that the gate piled up by rubble collapsed. A huge golden bell slammed open the gate, and broken stones fell on the moat outside to form a pontoon bridge. Admiralty, Dyne knows this big clock made of pure gold. This is the symbol of the king of the mountain summoning his subjects and troops to fight against the king. Whenever this bell rings, the dwarves will gather around the king to fight against any threats. To the enemy of the dwarves.

The last time the bell rang was attacked by Smaug. It was Thorin who rang when his grandfather Thor was addicted to gold and Arkansas, and summoned soldiers to fight the dragon and evacuate the people.

Now, Thorin struck it again.

In the doorway below the Admiralty, Thorin swung his sword and shield to kill. Followed by his dwarf expedition team of followers, the dwarves smashed out of the lonely mountain, they did not stop, but slammed forward to the orc army in front of them. On the city wall, Bumble controlled the crossbow arrows, and the gold-forged arrows found in the treasury shot at the ogres standing at the forefront of the orc front. Accompanied by bursts of sound, these ogres are the most threatening to the dwarves. One after another fell to the ground.

The sudden change made the orcs on the battlefield seem at a loss, not just them, but Azog on Raven Hill also opened his eyes wide, unwilling to look at the change in his eyes. No one remembers Thorin in the Dragon's Den. The fighting was so fierce that they all forgot that there was no one in the Lonely Mountain.

"Fight! Fight! Come with me, Turin! Come with me!!"

Thorin did not wear a crown or a garb, his armor even looked a little crude, with slightly curly black hair draped over his shoulders, but Dyne knew that the king, there is no doubt that this is what they deserve to follow. Of the king.

Their eyes sparkled with anger, dazzling on the battlefield like red hot gold in the embers of a fire.

"Fight for the king!"

Dyne raised the warhammer in his hand and shouted.

"Fight for the king!"

Countless dwarves raised their weapons and shouted vigorously.

The exhaustion of the original body in the battle seemed to be swept away at this moment. All the soldiers uttered powerful shouts. They gave up their defenses, followed Thorin around, and fought towards the orc front that had lost the cover of the ogres. Past. Rumble's chariot rushed out of the battle line and shredded the orcs' defenses in one fell swoop. After that, these orcs could not reorganize their defenses anymore, and the cone-shaped array centered on Thorin slammed into the orcs army fiercely. The orc army was torn apart in one fell swoop.

Chapter 772 The Son of Turin

"Sorin, where have you been after so long?"

Dyne found Thorin on the battlefield, and the panicked orc was defeated by the dwarf's swift offensive. The soldiers of the coalition pursued the retreating orcs, and the orcs who had been defeated on the front line smashed the orcs who had rushed to resist. The two warring parties were mixed together, but the fighting area was clearly advancing in the direction of the orcs.

"It was just delayed." Thorin and Dyne, the two brothers hugged each other.

"Sorin, you have to find a way." Dyne's eyes under his red hair looked at the battlefield. The dwarves were like a rainbow. Although the number was still at a disadvantage, they were constantly pushing the number far more than the coalition forces. The orcs were defeated. However, Dyne knew that this was just the surface. Waiting for the momentum to pass, the orcs regrouped, and they had no chance of winning. "There are too many **** in this group. I hope you have already thought out a strategy."

"We must kill Azog." Thorin looked at the towering Crow Ridge. "Before Azog summoned the orcs with a horn, take off its head, and the orcs will be completely defeated by us." Thorin's opinion is correct, and now The orc army is in chaos. Once it loses its command, these orcs will have no heads, and it is naturally impossible for them to reorganize themselves. There is no strong tendency, these orcs are only evil and bloodthirsty.

"No, Thorin, you can't go, you are our king." Dyne shook his head. "We must find other ways."

"That's why I'm going, Dyne." Thorin nodded. "I'll leave it to you here. Before I hang Azog's head on his baton, hold on!"

The king of the mountain jumped onto a fully-clothed goat, and there was the sound of wheels rolling behind, and Kilifili and Dewalin rushed over from the side while driving a chariot found in the lonely mountain. Bahrain was sitting at the forefront, controlling the crossbow arrows, and the dust on it indicated that this was something that had been dug out from the arsenal in Gushan.

"We will always follow you, Thorin."

"Let's chop off the head of that **** Azog!"

"Maybe you don't need to go, Thorin." Dyne stubbornly pressed his shoulders. "Just now, I saw a battle on the winding mountainside of Crow Ridge. Elves and humans are attacking Crow Ridge. Azog is here. When we fought back, we never issued a new order. He might have been killed! We can't lose another king."

"I understand your worries, Dine, but we can't take risks. We definitely need help in the battle of Raven Ridge. I can't use the fate of our people as a bet." Thorin put a hand on Dine's shoulder. "We participated in the battle of Moria together. It was you who warned us that the nemesis of Turin still lives in it. You need you to clean up the gate of the Lonely Mountain. Wait until I come back with Azog's head!"