The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Thorin reminded loudly.

"I don't remember inviting you, Thorin!"

Zelin grabbed the ghost horse and immediately chased him in the direction Thorin showed him.

"You invited Bilbo and the elves. The dwarves will not be absent from friends' banquets." Thorin replied loudly, "This is the best opportunity to save the tribe. I will not give up!"

"Then hurry up."

Chapter 779 Dawn of War

The white wolf, this extremely huge wolf appeared to be particularly eye-catching when they fled to the north. When they broke through the ruins of the twin towers and entered the river in the nearby wasteland, the white wolf became more obvious.

"Can't your horse be faster!? This coward is about to run away!"

"Do you think I don't want to be faster!" Zelin lowered his head, and the whistling wind swept through the sand, laying on his face like a steel pin. Here, he could hardly hear the fight on the battlefield and could not see the flight. After crossing the Crow Ridge, the evil bat here has been completely far away from the battlefield. But the only thing in common with the battlefield is that the demon hunters can still hear the advancement of the orc army.

These orcs knew nothing about what was happening on the battlefield, but as long as Azog returned to the orcs' army alive, it could immediately organize a new offensive. At that time, the exhausted coalition could not withstand the attack of the new wave of orcs. Thorin was right, this was his last chance to save the Gushan people, and he couldn't give up.

"Let the wolf stop, wizard, think of a way with your weird witchcraft!"

Zelin looked at the wolves running tens of meters ahead. He could use the Yaxi Fayin to stop the wolves, but the distance was too far. It was impossible for Fayin to control a back at a distance of tens of meters. The wolf facing him. Zelin groped his hands in the package, trying to find a prop that could help as much as possible. Potions and bombs are definitely impossible. Niegui decoction can help him gain an advantage in horse warfare, but he can't let the horse drink and run faster.

Bombs are naturally more unlikely. The wind was blowing from the north, and the bomb he threw was impossible to hit Azog, but it was very likely to hurt himself. If the person running away is Zelin, then the bomb is definitely a good choice.

Unfortunately, in order to ensure the safety of Bilbo, Zelin temporarily handed the crossbow to the hobbit.

Finally, the Demon Hunter fumbled for something in the package. This was an item he almost forgot. To be precise, this was not an item of the Demon Hunter, but something he made temporarily in another place.

"What is this?"

Thorin asked strangely with what the demon hunter handed him.

The props he made with barbs when he was in the small fishing village can help him to grasp farther things. Later, for convenience, he also tied hemp rope behind the hooks.

"Hold it." Zelin didn't have time to explain to Thorin. There was an ice-bound river in front of him. A high **** across the river was a high slope. The **** blocked the sight of the demon hunter, but he could imagine the army of orcs. On the other side of the high slope, they are coming soon.

But it was not this link that Zelin handed over to Thorin.

"Hold the reins well, this horse won't kick you, understand?!"

"What do you want to do, wizard?!"

"Do as I say!"

The road forms a bifurcation in front of the frozen river. One road leads to a high slope, and the other road descends into the river bank. The former is a straight line, but there are many rugged rocks nearby, which are eroded by wind and sand on the wasteland. Potholes like honeycombs. The latter formed several bends between the rocks, but just to the north of the river bank, Azog would inevitably rush directly to the ice surface. In rugged places, horses would never be able to catch up with a wolf who is good at running.

At the fork, Azog rushed towards the frozen river as expected. But the demon hunter did not continue to chase behind the orc, but rushed straight towards the slope.

"You are going in the wrong direction, there is a dead end ahead!"

At the end of the **** is a cliff, standing on it, overlooking the river below. Thorin looked anxiously in the direction of Azog's disappearance, and shouted to the demon hunter, "Quickly go back, we must catch up with him!"

"Yes, just catch up with it!"

Looking at the end directly in front, there are sharp and beautiful rocks standing nearby, Ze Lin loosened the reins with both hands, grabbed the hemp rope tied to the climbing hook, and slammed the hook out forcefully.

The hook flew in mid-air and caught a nearby sharp stone with a weird appearance that was polished by wind and sand. The pulling force from his arms made Zelin think that his two arms were about to be dislocated for an instant, and his joints crackled. The voice, this time made him leave the ghost horse, and he tightly grasped the hemp rope, not letting himself get rid of and be thrown out.

The demon hunter centered on the hooked rock and threw an arc in the air. The sound of the wind whizzed in his ears, and the scenery rolled frantically. Zelin's eyes widened, and the demon hunter's sight was almost maximized. . The adrenaline stimulus made the surrounding scenery much slower in his eyes. The snow-white icy river surface and the pale yellow barren wasteland are like a fuzzy picture scroll intertwined.

Later, he found an inconsistent point in the picture scroll.

A little black.

Below is the frozen river, and when he was thrown into the air, Azog riding on the white wolf just rushed out from below. The blood stains of the orcs almost changed the color of the wolf's pale fur. Looking at the target, the demon hunter released his hand suddenly, and he threw himself in front of Azog where he was about to run.

On the high **** in the distance, the army of orcs stepped onto the **** in neat steps. The number of orcs was so large that the spears erected in their hands seemed to turn the advancing army into a moving metal forest. The orcs rushed up the slope, and the smell of war made their blood boil. The orcs could not wait to enter the battlefield to destroy the weak enemies who stood in front of them.

They are reinforcements, the last force to control the battlefield.

Afterwards, the orcs in the front saw the blood-stained Azog lying on the wolves on the river in front of them, rushing all the way in the direction where they were, and the blood flowing on their bodies dripped down along the wolves' fur.

Their king is injured and is running away?

Immediately afterwards, they saw an unbelievable scene. A human figure fell from the sky and fell on the wolf. The **** wolf howled and fell to the ground. After spinning and rolling several times on the ice surface, it was finally mounted on a raised ice cube, and there was no movement.

Azog also fell on the ice, struggling to get up, but two injured legs slowed it down. The fallen human shook his hand, and the silver ring on his finger reflected dazzling light under the sun's rays. I saw the human being walked behind Azog, who could only kneel on the ground because he couldn't stand up, grabbed the back collar of the orc armor, and dragged it back.

Now the scene shocked the orc soldier at the forefront to the point that he couldn't help but stop, as if he was living in a dream.

The demon hunter grabbed Azog's head and kicked its other knee fiercely, causing the orc to kneel on the ground. Finally, he drew out the long sword behind him. The demon hunter saw Azog's bloodstained face, but he saw more elves, dwarves, and more humans who died in the valley city. They survived winter after winter. They survived the famine caused by food shortages. They survived when the orcs attacked the town of Long Lake. They were fortunate that they had witnessed the fall of Smaug. The aid of the elves and the gold of the dwarves allowed them to look forward to the next happy life, but Now, they fell on the day before the good life arrived.

Maybe, just the day before, these people who survived the dragon flame were still celebrating and thinking about how to live next, but understand that they can only mourn the death of their family members and the death of their loved ones. Just the day before, the father was still discussing where to live with the child, but now, maybe they can only choose a cemetery for the child with tears.

Now he understood why the orcs would be classified as evil.

No one hopes that there will be such a full-scale war involving everyone, except the orcs.

"This is for all the good people who died because of you."

The long sword was swung down, and Azog's headless corpse fell to the ground, blood flowing along the severed neck, the demon hunter stood alone on the ice, holding the head of the orc king in the other hand, facing directly At the front of the orc army that almost swallowed the hillside. The orc army stopped and looked at the man standing in front of them, motionless.

They seem to be frightened. This is not the battlefield they expected. Originally, the Bolger who led them went to Crow Ridge to assist Azog. But now, what they saw was Azog being chased by a human to the reinforcements, like The head was chopped off like execution.

The atmosphere became extremely silent, and there was only a cold wind whizzing past my ears.

The dark clouds were swept away by the strong wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the west. A group of noble black figures appeared in the distant light. In the end, it was the eagles resounding from the horizon that broke the silence.

Chapter 780 Dust of the Loser

"The giant eagle, it's the giant eagle!"

Bilbo raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The sun in the distance pierced the dark clouds, and the giant eagles appeared on the skyline in groups, riding on the wind. With their backs facing the sunset that was falling below the horizon, they flew towards the lonely mountain. The eagle group was surrounded by the Eagle King. The number of them made people wonder whether the entire northern eagle colony had already joined the battle queue. They noticed the hordes of orcs below Crow Ridge, and then this group of noble black figures, in groups of two or two, swooped down from the sky towards the still dazed and bewildered orcs.

The Hobbit kept waving their arms and shouted. The dwarves who had defeated the wolf did not hear what Bilbo was looking at, but they still raised their heads and looked at the sky in the distance.

Soon, the coalition soldiers in front of the Gushan Yilubo Fortress also saw the vision in the sky, but this time, it was not the evil bats or other evil helpers who flew in the sky, but the giant eagle, the most noble in the north. Creatures. They are the allies of all good creatures and have been fighting against other evil creatures in the north, whether it is evil bats or orcs.

This is their helper. After fighting for a long time, I finally saw a powerful reinforcement army, which made the morale of the elves and dwarves even stronger. In such a difficult battle, more than many dwarves and elves have paid their blood and lives here. Now, Their victory is in sight.

"Turin! Go ahead!"

Dyne screamed, and the dwarven soldiers responded with the same roar. The fighting spirit rushed away from the fatigue, and the dwarves regrouped into battle, again highlighting the spear shield wall. Only this time, they were no longer for defense. The shield wall was like an unstoppable torrent of steel, as the soldiers stepped forward. There is no shortage of tenacity in the steps, like a mountain, constantly pushing forward, nailing the orcs one after another to the spear. At first, there were remnants of orcs trying to attack the shield wall, but as more and more corpses were stepped on by the dwarves, there was no commander, and the evil bats in the sky were driven away by the giant eagle, and the orcs who lost their cover finally Began to collapse and flee.

Even the human militiamen in River Valley have noticed this scene. They may not know the great eagle or the eagle king, but they can see that the orcs are being defeated. Their morale is low and they have no command. This is just one effort to complete the enemy. A good opportunity to be defeated.

The streets and alleys of River Valley City are full of human screams. The exhaustion depends on the militia sitting on the side of the road or the people hiding in the chamber. Everyone takes up arms one after another. This requires everyone. The moment to fight for your homeland and the future. People shouted, brandished weapons and rushed out of the streets to attack the panicked orcs. At this moment, it seemed that the orcs were not the attackers who broke through the walls, but were lured into the city and ambushed.