Time goes back a few minutes.
Just when a group of expedition members led by Gandalf Morgan had just broken out of the pursuit of the goblin monster army in the underground kingdom and ran wildly down the mountain.
A heavily armed Orc Warg troop is also emerging from the vast and endless forest.
It was speeding towards the direction of the Goblin Kingdom.
This half-orc cavalry unit was the same half-orc unit that chased the expedition team on the rainy night yesterday during the Battle of the Stone Giants.
The leader was an unusually tall pale orc riding on a tall white warg.
The speed of the orc troops riding on the wargs is much faster than that of the expedition team.
When the expedition team broke out of the dungeon in a thrilling manner and ran wildly for a while, they finally stopped to take a rest.
The Orc Cavalry unit led by the Pale Orc has arrived at the exit of the Goblin Underground Kingdom.
This is the same exit where Gandalf Morgan and a group of remote team members escaped from the dungeon not long ago.
The pale orc learned the news about the Goblin King in this dungeon.
Then he hurried to the underground kingdom.
Having just arrived at the entrance to the underground kingdom, the warg with a keen sense of smell immediately smelled the strong scent of the dwarves of the expedition team.
The pale orc immediately understood that the group of weak and dirty goblin dwarfs had not been able to capture the group of dwarf bastards from the expedition team as he said in his letter, but they had escaped.
Fortunately, the aura left behind at this time was strong, and the group of dwarves had obviously just escaped from here not long ago.
The pale orc immediately turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the breath left by the dwarf.
Wargs are always very fast in the mountains and forests, and since they are going down the mountain, the speed of the orcs far exceeds the running pace of the expedition team.
After a while of chasing after the dwarf's scent.
The pale orc sitting on the tall white warg could see a dozen figures appearing in the sparse trees and jungle on the mountainside below.
"Finally found you!"
Looking at the figures at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
The pale orc murmured, and raised his left hand, which was attached to a sharp stabbing sword, to look at it.
Then he immediately waved the knife and hammer in his right hand and pointed at the figure far below, with a ferocious look on his face and shouted: "Go!"
"Go after them and kill them!"
"Tear them all to pieces!"
The pale orc roared loudly, and the warg cavalry behind him immediately screamed and rushed downwards.
But the warg cavalry is still not the fastest. The fastest are several scout wargs.
Because there were no bulky orcs sitting on their backs, these scout wargs were walking on flat ground in the forest.
Rushing straight towards the expedition team like the wind.
"Ouch..."
A familiar howl of terror sounded.
Everyone in the expedition team suddenly changed their expressions when they heard this voice.
Gandalf reacted the fastest and immediately shouted: "Run!"
In this critical situation, everyone had no time to think about it. They could only follow Gandalf and sprint forward again.
It's just that the scout wargs are so fast.
The expedition team had not run very far when they soon heard the clear roar of a warg coming from the woods behind them.
The orcs were behind him, so close.
"Hurry up!"
Thorin Oakenshield shouted with a serious expression.
Everyone in the expedition team ran forward with all their strength, even wishing they had a few more legs.
It just seems to be a coincidence, maybe a trick of fate.
This time, the expedition team did not have the same good luck as before.
When Noli and Bilbo, the fastest dwarves this time, rushed to the front of the team and almost fell off the cliff because of their speed, they stopped suddenly.
There is no road ahead.
This means that everyone in the expedition team cannot escape the pursuit of the orcs and must fight them.
"There is no way..."
"There is no road ahead..."
"What to do, Gandalf..."
"Thorin..."
The dwarf ran to the edge of the cliff and said anxiously while looking at the endless cliff not far away.
There were messy footsteps in the woods behind me in the distance, and the low roar of the warg was getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.
"Ouch..."
Finally, the first scout warg appeared in the sight of everyone in the expedition team.
Everyone drew their weapons one by one, looking anxious. Morgan immediately said: "Wargs can't climb trees, so climb up the tree first!"
Gandalf was about to speak, but Morgan thought of this first and immediately answered loudly: "Yes, hurry up the tree, everyone!"
When the two said this, the dwarves immediately understood.
Fortunately, this area, which is close to the edge of the abyss and the endless sea of clouds outside, is full of tall trees with thick branches and leafy leaves.
The dwarves are all good at catching fish in rivers and catching birds in trees. They are very familiar with climbing trees.
The same goes for Bilbo, a hobbit.
In addition, these large pine branches have many branches, so everyone in the expedition team quickly climbed up the tree using their hands and feet.
At this time, the scout wargs finally caught up.
However, a warg's limbs cannot climb trees like a cat.
Several wargs looked at the people on the tree and could only spin around under the tree, baring their teeth and roaring.
Morgan looked at the wargs below who were like targets. He tightened his feet on the tree trunk and reached out to take off the longbow from his back.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Gandalf whispering to a beautiful butterfly on the back of his hand.
at this time.
It quickly approached with the sound of chaotic footsteps and strange screams and roars.
The orc troops, which had been following closely behind the scout warg, finally arrived with astonishing momentum.
The leader was a tall orc who was riding on a ferocious white warg that was much taller than an ordinary warg. His skin was pale, and he was completely different from other orcs.
"Azog!"
"The orc leader known as the "Destroyer" and "The Blasphemer", Azog!"
At first glance, Morgan immediately recognized the ferocious, brutal and powerful Orc leader in his memory.
Same as in the memory plot.
The expedition finally encountered the orcs led by Azog at this time.
Morgan's mind was inexplicable. He immediately raised the long bow that was originally aimed at the warg under the tree and aimed at the ugly orc leader who was a little far away.
At this moment, Morgan couldn't help but have a thought pop up in his mind: "If I shoot this Orc leader to death, how much soul power will I get?"
Naturally, the person who was most shocked by the appearance of Azog was not Morgan, nor Gandalf, nor the dwarf Balin.
But Thorin Oakenshield.
Because they are absolute enemies, mortal enemies, the kind that will fight to the death.
"Azog..."
Looking at the orc riding on the tall white warg, Thorin Oakenshield murmured, looking shocked and unable to believe it.
He didn't believe that he was in that kind of injury situation on the battlefield.
Azog is still alive!
Thorin Oakenshield looked at Azog with a shocked and angry expression.
The pale orc Azog looked at Thorin Oakenshield not far away and was also very angry.
But besides the anger, there is also incomparable joy.
This time I brought a whole team of elite warg cavalry, with a total of seventy or eighty cavalry.
There were only a dozen of Thorin Oakenshield in front of him.
Next, this will be a massacre. I will finally have the opportunity to kill the enemy who seriously injured me a few years ago, wash away the shame of a broken arm, and completely put an end to the bastards of the Turin dwarf lineage!
Azog looked at Thorin Oakenshield, grinned and said slowly: "Long time no see, Thorin, son of Thrain..."
