Gushan battlefield.
The eagle whistles loudly.
A large number of giant eagles swooped down from the sky, fighting and going back and forth.
With the huge size of the giant eagle, there is almost no elite unit of the Orc army on the battlefield that can fight with the giant eagle.
Even the orcs, which are nearly ten meters tall and the largest troll war weapon, are no enemy of the giant eagle.
The giant eagle's pair of huge claws that are as hard as gold and iron and extremely sharp can easily scratch the head of any giant troll soldier on the battlefield.
As for ordinary orc warriors, they are no match for the giant eagle's claws.
Although the number of giant eagles is far less than the number of orcs.
Even the number of orcs who died at the claws of the giant eagle was far less than the number of orcs who died at the hands of the Iron Hills dwarves and wood elf warriors.
But the unparalleled power brought by the extremely powerful giant eagle is the most terrifying.
Because this can destroy the morale of the Orc Legion in a short period of time.
When the orc warriors on the battlefield were frightened by the giant eagle's attack, all the orcs were busy avoiding the giant eagle, fleeing in all directions, and their morale collapsed.
If the giant eagle cannot be driven away in time at this time, morale will be prevented from collapsing.
Then the only thing waiting for the Orc Legion is defeat.
But obviously, the orcs did not expect that giant eagles would participate in the battle, and naturally they could not bring out the giant crossbows to deal with the giant eagles.
This also caused the orc army, which had the upper hand, to reverse course.
The Iron Hills dwarves, aided by giant eagles, slaughtered the fleeing orcs.
On the Gushan battlefield, the orc army began to collapse.
The only thing that changes faster than the battlefield situation is the color of the sky.
The originally thick lead cloud quickly disappeared and dissipated.
The sky keeps getting brighter.
The sun began to shine through the clear sky.
It is completely unimaginable that not long ago, the weather here was full of wind and snow.
It seems that the giant eagle started to appear.
Everything is developing in favor of the dwarf, human, and elven coalition.
Riverdale Town.
The dwarf Kili rode his brother Fili on horseback, rushed across the long bridge, and finally rushed into the gate of River Valley Town.
Seeing his brother Feili's face getting paler in front of him.
Kili looked anxious and didn't care about the residents of Riverdale Town walking on the street. He rode a horse and ran down the street without slowing down at all, shouting: "Gandalf..."
"Gandalf..."
Raven Ridge.
The temporary archery team composed of Morgan, Tauriel and the Elf Prince Legolas passed unimpeded all the way above Raven Hill.
Wherever the three of them passed, orc corpses were everywhere.
No orcs dared to rush forward risking their lives.
All the surviving orcs were retreating in the face of the movements of these three.
Morgan because he just retreated from Raven Ridge not long ago.
At this time, with the two elves behind him, he walked quickly towards the frozen lake where Thorin and Oakenshield were before.
Finally, the last orc who was fleeing in front fell to Tariel's arrow.
The three of them were also closer to the frozen lake.
Soon, when the sound of fierce fighting came from the front, Morgan, who was in the lead, changed his face slightly, and immediately accelerated his speed and strode forward.
I saw the frozen lake a little far ahead, which was already a bloody mess.
There were a large number of corpses lying on the ice, including those of orcs, as well as those of goblin monsters and mercenaries.
Black and red blood flowed and spread freely.
At this time, no other color could be seen except blood on the entire ice surface.
In Morgan's sight, there were two battle battlefields on the frozen lake.
In one place, a dozen orcs led by the orc leader Borg were besieging the dwarves Dvalin and Bilbo.
On another battlefield a little further away.
It was a dozen orcs led by Azog, the great leader of the orcs, who were besieging Thorin Oakenshield.
The battlefield between Dwalin and Bilbo versus Borg was suppressed, but it was obviously still holding up.
But Thorin Oakenshield was obviously a little ineffective against Azog and a group of orcs.
In Morgan's eyes, Thorin Oakenshield was covered in injuries and unable to move at this time. He could only passively avoid the attacks of the surrounding orcs without being able to fight back.
Morgan knew Thorin Oakenshield's character, and Thorin looked like he was at his limit.
If this continues, Thorin Oakenshield might really die in the hands of Azog.
So he immediately raised his long bow, drew an arrow and took aim, all in one go.
At the same time, he did not forget to activate his special skill "Eagle Eye".
For a moment, Morgan, who was extremely focused, looked at Azog in the distance and decisively plucked the bow string.
"Whoosh..."
The arrows shot forward quickly with a sound of breaking through the air.
On the frozen lake.
Azog looked at the giant eagle whistling overhead, and looked at the giant eagle rushing toward his army in the northern sky with an extremely angry expression but helpless.
at this time.
An extremely dangerous feeling of palpitations suddenly arose from the bottom of my heart.
Azog was shocked and immediately ducked to the side without hesitation.
"Whoosh..."
An arrow almost grazed his hideous face full of scars and shot past.
Azog was frightened and reached out to touch the hideous bloody wound on his face that had been scratched by the arrow. He immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the arrow.
Then he saw that the human being he hated so much appeared again.
Along with the humans, there were two elves, a man and a woman.
"Swish swish..."
Several arrows shot out from the hands of Tariel and Legolas.
Several orcs who besieged Thorin Oakenshield immediately fell down after being struck by arrows.
Morgan's side.
It was noticed that Azog's perception was astonishing.
As soon as the hit missed, he immediately changed the target, drew out the arrow, and shot towards the orcs besieging Thorin Oakenshield.
"Swish swish..."
"Bang bang bang..."
One after another, the orcs fell one after another in the face of the bow and arrow attacks from Morgan and the others.
At this time, Azog had no choice but to evade in a rage and incompetence.
Thorin Oakenshield obviously realized that someone was coming to help him. Exhausted, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He finally waited for the rescue.
Morgan's side.
When the number of orcs besieging Thorin Oakenshield quickly decreased to only three or four left.
Tariel and the elf prince Legolas finally ran out of arrows in their quivers.
Tariel pulled out a pair of small waist knives.
Legolas pulled out an exquisite elven sword.
If Morgan looked carefully, he would find that the sword in Legolas's hand was the one he captured from Thorin Oakenshield in Mirkwood.
Tauriel and Legolas each drew their melee weapons, and then rushed towards another fierce battlefield on the frozen lake where the dwarf Dwalin and the orc leader Borg were.
Morgan continued to draw his bow and shoot.
When he besieged Thorin Oakenshield, he shot the last orc to death.
Only Azog, who was dodging aside, and Thorin Oakenshield, who was exhausted and unsteady, were the only ones left on the battlefield in sight.
At this moment, Morgan put away the long bow and arrows and hung them on his back. He reached out and pulled out the elf sword from his waist, and then strode towards the two people in front of him.
Thorin Oakenshield seems to have reached his limit.
When Morgan rushed into the frozen lake, Thorin Oakenshield finally lost his balance and fell down.
Azog, who was standing not far away, did not choose to rush towards the weak Thorin Oakenshield this time. Instead, he held a giant knife and hammer and walked straight towards Morgan.
At this time, Morgan was not lying to Azog at all.
Looking at Azog approaching, Morgan grinned with a sneer. Holding the elf sword in his hand, he strode forward. When he was close to Azog, he decisively launched his special skill: "Charge!"
"Whoosh..."
Morgan quickly rushed towards Azog with his sword in hand.
The speed was so fast that there was almost an afterimage in the air behind him.
Facing the fair and just attack of the humans in front of him, Azog was surprised but did not panic. He immediately raised his sword and hammer to block it.
It seemed that Azog would react this way.
The moment Morgan jumped up with his sword in front of Azog, he launched another special skill: "Dragon Power!"
In an instant, all the huge power that surged from the limbs and bones of his body rushed to his hands. Morgan held the sword in both hands and jumped up high to strike at Azog, who was holding a knife and hammer to resist.
"boom..."
There was a huge crash and sparks exploded.
With Morgan's strength at this time, the power of the charge and slashes after being blessed by the power of the dragon is extremely amazing.
Even Azog felt an incomparable force coming from the human's sword in front of him at this moment. Not only was his injured right hand unable to hold the sword and hammer in his hand, but his entire body was also struck by the human's sword. The huge force of the sword instantly crushed him to the ground.
"Damn it!"
Azog, who was crushed to the ground, was so shocked that he didn't care about the knife and hammer that fell to the side. Azog, who was extremely experienced in combat, had no time to think when he landed and immediately rolled to the side.
Sure enough, the next second!
The human sword struck the lake next to him again.
If Azog had just been a little bit closer, the opponent's sword would have hit his body.
Azog, who had dodged the sword, immediately rolled aside desperately.
Morgan, who slashed the air with one sword, was not disappointed, nor did he continue to charge forward. Instead, he held a long sword and looked at Azog who was slowly getting up not far away, grinning sneer.
For a powerful opponent of Azog's level, the best opportunity was lost, and there was no point in continuing to pursue.
Azog stood up and looked at the humans not far away. New and old hatreds came to his heart. In addition to being angry, his heart was also full of vigilance.
This human was very good at archery, he knew it.
No matter it was Bakaro, the white warg king who killed him with one arrow a month ago.
Not long ago, he shot an arrow through his right wrist and saved that damn dwarf bastard from himself.
The archery skills of the humans in front of him were among the most powerful archers he had ever seen.
Now it seems.
The human in front of him was not only outstanding in archery.
Melee swordsmanship is also outstanding.
Just by the sword he just struck, the power of that sword.
Azog can feel it.
He has never encountered a guy who could knock him down with one sword.
Therefore, the strength of the human beings in front of us is very strong.
Azog took a deep breath, looked at the humans in front of him, put away his previous contempt, and looked solemn.
The hammer and knife in his right hand fell on the ice not far away.
He couldn't pick it up now.
But without the influence of the giant knife and hammer.
Azog could feel that the pain in the wound on his wrist was significantly reduced.
"call..."
Taking a deep breath and looking at the human being walking slowly in front of him, Azog waved the stabbing sword on his left arm and faced him.
When Morgan and Azog fought fiercely together.
On the adjacent battlefield a little further away.
The dwarves Dwalin and Bilbo fought against the orc team led by Bolg, the son of Azog, who could barely hold on.
Now with the addition of the powerful female elf captain Tariel and the more powerful elf prince Legolas.
The battle quickly tilted toward Dwalin and Bilbo.
With the two elves joining in, Dwalin immediately led Borg aside to fight.
Under the full output of the two elves, the other dozen orcs quickly suffered heavy casualties.
One after another, the orcs fell to the ground. The orc leader Borg looked angry but could do nothing.
He himself was too overwhelmed to take care of himself.
Dwalin is worthy of being the most grumpy and powerful warrior under Thorin Oakenshield.
Although he seemed a little weaker than Borg, he still held Borg back with his crazy strength.
Bilbo was on the side, constantly picking up stones around him, and throwing them at Borg with his precise stone-throwing skills, leaving Borg in a hurry.
Not far away.
With the death of the last Orc minion.
The two powerful elves immediately surrounded Borg.
The dwarf Dwalin was able to hold back Borg by himself, and with Bilbo's assist, the half-orc Borg was at a disadvantage for a while.
At this time, Tariel and Legolas were added.
Borg's fate can be imagined.
It didn't take long.
With an ax from Dwalin, Borg, who was holding a knife and hammer, fell back and fell to the ground.
Legolas and Tariel rushed forward immediately.
During the siege, Tariel took advantage of the fight between Legolas and Borg to quickly move behind Borg. A pair of short waist knives suddenly plunged into Borg's ears and stirred them fiercely.
Borg's cloudy eyes quickly lost their luster.
Then he suddenly fell to the ground.
On the other side, on the adjacent battlefield.
The battle between Morgan and Azog is also coming to an end.
The most important right hand was shot through, and he fought fiercely with Thorin Oakenshield for a long time.
Azog, whose right hand was almost crippled, wielded his left hand that had been transformed into a bayonet to fight against Morgan, who was obviously more powerful.
The losing trend quickly becomes visible to the naked eye.
It didn't take long.
When Morgan deceived Azog into stabbing him with a sword, he cut off Azog's only left arm that still had the ability to attack and was transformed into a stabbing sword.
Azog, who endured severe pain and fell to the ice, had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Morgan doesn't like nonsense and never gets ink when it matters most.
He went straight forward with the elf sword, and during Azog's fierce struggle, he chopped off Azog's head with one sword.
Move the time forward a little.
Just when the fierce battle between the two parties was in full swing.
Thorin Oakenshield, who was slumped on the bloody ice and leaning on an orc corpse, couldn't help but be attracted by the battle on the plains north of Raven Ridge.
As the giant eagles launched an attack on the army of orcs from Gundabad Mountain.
Countless orcs died immediately under the attack of the giant eagles.
The originally neat and orderly army formation quickly broke into chaos, and a large number of fully armed orc warriors fled in panic. All signs indicated that this time the dawn of victory for their side had already appeared.
Thorin Oakenshield smiled, bathed in the warm sunshine, and slowly closed his eyes.
