"Can you feel it..."
Azog, the orc leader, looked at the people fleeing up the tree in the distance.
He gently caressed the white warg king under him with the steel thorn arm attached to his left hand, speaking as if speaking to the warg beneath him, speaking to everyone in front of him, or speaking slowly as if talking to himself.
"The taste of fear..."
Azog raised his head and stared coldly at the angry Thorin Oakenshield in front of him, and continued: "Fear, what a delicious taste."
"Especially the fear of dwarves..."
"I still remember your grandfather's fear before his death and your father's despair and fear. How wonderful it tasted."
"Long time no see, Thorin, son of Thrain..."
Azog looked at Thorin Oakenshield and spoke slowly with a grin.
Such provocative words were like the most powerful poison, immediately arousing the overwhelming anger in Thorin Oakenshield's heart.
It's just that Thorin Oakenshield, who has gone through many hardships, is far tougher and calmer than before.
Even though he was breathing rapidly, his fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were red, and the veins in his neck were bulging.
Thorin Oakenshield still suppressed his anger and retorted coldly: "Then do you feel your own fear?"
"I was so disappointed that I couldn't kill you in that battle."
"But it doesn't matter. You came to my door again. It's not too late to kill you now..."
Thorin Oakenshield spoke in a seemingly calm and cold voice.
Everyone present could hear the suppressed anger in his calm voice.
Speaking of which, let me briefly mention the grievances and hatreds between the Turin dwarves and the orcs.
Many years ago, Thorin Oakenshield's Turin dwarf clan originally lived in the largest underground kingdom in Middle-earth, "Kesad-dûm", also known as "Moria".
But because the dwarves dug the mine too deep, they alarmed the powerful evil monster "The Balrog" hidden deep underground.
Under the attack of the Balrog, the Turin dwarves suffered heavy losses and had to withdraw from the underground kingdom. From then on, they abandoned "Moria" where the Turin dwarves had lived for thousands of years and headed for the Lonely Mountain.
Moria was abandoned, and the orcs of the Misty Mountains took over Moria and made it their home.
More than sixty years ago, the Turin dwarves, who had finally grown up in the Lonely Mountain, were once again attacked by the giant dragon Smaug from the north.
The Turin dwarves were once again forced to abandon their home and move away.
The descendant of Turin, the king of the Lonely Mountain at the time, Thorin Oakenshield's grandfather, Thor, ignored the persuasion of his tribe and insisted on leading his tribe to his homeland "Moria", but he encountered a sniper attack from an orc.
This also prompted the outbreak of a fierce war between the dwarves and the orcs, which was also known as the "Battle of Asanubisa".
In the Battle of Asanubisa, Thorin's grandfather "Thor, King of the Lonely Mountain" died in the battle, and his father Thorn disappeared. Thorin defeated the Orc leader Azog in this battle, and the title "Oak Shield" also became known as "Oak Shield". From this.
In that battle, although the Turin dwarves finally won, they suffered extremely heavy losses.
From then on, the hatred between the Turin dwarves and the Misty Mountain Orcs further intensified and they became complete mortal enemies.
This is also the reason for the hatred between the two clans.
Looking at the dwarf whose face was clearly extremely angry, but still stubborn and tough-tongued, he was as smelly and hard as a rock in a cesspit.
Azog did not continue to talk nonsense. He waved his sword and hammer in his right hand and pointed at Thorin Oakenshield and said loudly: "This is mine!"
"Kill all the others!"
Azog roared ferociously, and all the warg scouts and half-orc warg knights around him immediately rushed out with strange screams.
At this moment, the moment Azog roared, the arrow Morgan aimed at shot out.
"Whoosh..."
The white tail feather arrows stained with the blood of the goblin monster shot rapidly towards Azog.
Azog, who had long noticed the presence of Morgan holding a longbow, smiled disdainfully. The moment the arrow arrived in front of him, he suddenly raised the steel stabbing arm of his left hand to block his face and chest.
"boom..."
After a fierce and short collision of gold and iron.
The arrow hit the steel thorn arm with a sound.
Morgan shot the arrow with extra force. The moment the arrow hit the steel thorn arm, it immediately broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
As the warg scouts and half-orc warg cavalry rushed out.
Not many people noticed Morgan's arrow. Apart from Gandalf, it was Thorin Oakenshield who had been paying attention to his mortal enemy.
In response to Morgan's arrow, Gandalf just smiled slightly, while Thorin Oakenshield frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Morgan was not surprised at all when the arrow was blocked.
On such a frontal battlefield, at such a long distance, the opponent is completely on guard.
It would be really weird if he could shoot Azog.
For such a powerful guy, the best time to succeed is when the opponent is not paying attention.
There are not many arrows left in the quiver.
Morgan's attempt missed and he immediately changed targets.
Aiming the long bow at the warg knight rushing below, he stretched out his hand and quickly drew out an arrow, then opened the bow and fired.
Although the wargs of Gundaba, canines, cannot climb trees.
However, they are tall and slender and very fast. They can jump several meters in height at a time when rushing forward.
Coupled with sharp fangs, the wargs rushed towards the expedition members in the tree crazily, with an alarming momentum.
The branches as thick as an adult's arm were easily bitten into pieces by the wargs, and the dwarves were so frightened that they quickly climbed higher up the tree.
But the orcs are not stupid, and they can't attack the dwarves on the tree for a while.
He immediately ordered the wargs to change their targets and choose to bite the trunk of the big tree where the members of the expedition team were.
The warg's teeth are extremely sharp, and several wargs work together.
The trunks of these towering trees simply cannot withstand the damage.
In just a few seconds, a big tree was shaken to the point of being bitten by the wargs.
"Morgan..."
"Morgan..."
"Kili..."
The dwarves quickly called for Morgan and Kili.
In this case, unless they go down to fight, they will definitely not be able to attack the warg below.
It's just that Kili's bow and arrows were captured when he was captured by goblins in the underground kingdom.
When getting out of trouble, in such a critical situation, I only had time to grab a short sword, but not a long bow and arrows.
So at this time, only Morgan in the expedition still retained the longbow arrows.
After the fierce battle in the underground kingdom, Morgan only had about a dozen arrows left in his quiver.
I just shot down several orcs and wargs in a row and consumed several of them.
At this time, he only had five or six arrows left in his quiver.
But facing the number of wargs below, there are at least fifty or sixty.
What use can these arrows have?
"Kakaka..."
"Kakaka..."
The terrifying bite force of the warg sent sawdust flying everywhere.
Not long after, the big trees where everyone in the expedition team were were all gnawed to the point of creaking and crumbling.
Finally, there was a crackling sound.
The first big tree fell down amid the dwarf's exclamations.
