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At the same time, the dwarves and wizards also encountered their crisis.
Kili is the most skilled archer among all the dwarves. His skill is almost as good as that of the elves.
On weekdays, he often practiced his small bow; when on guard, he and his brother Feili often served as guards, just because their eyes were sharper.
Therefore, when escaping, Qili did not forget to take back his small bow.
Because of this, Thorin sent two of his nephews to take on the task of hunting. Others have set up a camp in a clearing on a cliff and are preparing to light a fire.
It was at this time that everyone heard a wolf howl.
This howl was answered by an echo from the other side, closer to them, on the right; and then a reply not too far away to the left.
These are wolves howling at the moon, and they are courting their friends!
This caught everyone's attention almost instantly.
Many days ago, on the nights when Turka left the group, Bilbo and the dwarves had heard the howls of these terrible beasts. But at that time, everyone was very energetic and energetic.
But now, they just escaped from the tiger's den, but unexpectedly fell into the wolf's den again.
"Wolves! Lots of wolves!"
The Kilifili brothers ran back quickly and called the police to Thorin.
The dwarves immediately widened their eyes and looked around in panic, fearing that the wolves would jump out of the bushes in the next second.
The wizard said with a straight face: "It's not just wolves, I also smell the stink of orcs! This is a meticulous pursuit. Someone has been tracking us and observing us, just to wait for us to calm down when we are at our lowest. Launch a deadly attack." He said: "People who hate us so much and can drive wolves, I can only think of one person."
At this time, Thorin remembered what the fat orc in the underground city had said, and gritted his teeth and said: "Bolger!"
"Ready to fight!"
The howling wolves were getting closer and closer, but the dwarves had no mounts, were hungry, and had low morale. But even so, Thorin still shouted sternly: "We can only fight with our backs against the wall!"
Duvalin, Balin, Kilifili and the other dwarves clenched their weapons and formed a circle, waiting for the fight.
But the wizard said angrily: "Don't be stupid, there are so many of them, you will just die in vain! Get up the tree, quickly, these big trees can at least buy us some time! Turka will hear these howls, and he will Come and save us!”
This almost destroyed the courage and fighting spirit the dwarves mustered up.
Balin and Dwalin immediately turned their attention to Thorin, who was standing at the front, waiting for his order.
Thorin looked at the increasingly bright Orcrest in his hands and understood that time could not wait for us. Then he looked at the tall pine trees growing around the cliff, gritted his teeth, and agreed to the wizard's idea.
So everyone immediately abandoned the camp, turned around and started climbing the nearest pine tree around them.
Among them, Fili and Kili were hiding on top of a tall larch that looked like a Christmas tree. Dori, Nori, Ou Rui, Ou Yin and Gloin found a more comfortable hiding place in a huge pine tree. The branches of this pine tree grew very regularly and stretched out almost at equal distances. , like the spokes of a wheel.
Beaver, Bofur, and Bombur huddled together in another pine tree.
Dwalin and Balin climbed up a tall slender fir tree, desperately trying to find a place to stay among the green branches at the top.
Gandalf, being taller than all the others, found a tree that no one else could climb, a large pine at the edge of the meadow.
Finally, when Thorin was the last one to jump onto the cedar tree belonging to Dwalin and Balin, a large group of wolves rushed down from the mountain like a tide, jumped out of the bushes, salivated disgustingly, and snarled. Baring his teeth and showing a fierce look, he pounced on the dwarf on the tree.
I don’t know if anyone still remembers that the wolves in Middle-earth can jump very high.
But firstly, these big branches were full of knots, blocking the wolves from jumping; secondly, the dwarves on the trees did not intend to sit back and die. They seemed to mobilize their weapons, draw their bows and crossbows, and knock down many wolves from mid-air. , shot on the bridge of the nose and fell to the ground hard.
For a time, the cliff was full of howling wolves, some roaring in excitement, some wailing in pain, and so on.
There are so many of them, there are even hundreds of them.
And the one who leads them is Azog's son, Bolg.
After ten years of not seeing each other, it has become more ferocious and cunning.
Its master learned of the dwarves' plan from some channel, and strictly ordered Bolger to hunt down these dwarves.
So, ever since Turka and his party set out from Shire, the dwarves have been followed.
It was just that at that time, Bolger was forced by the power of the Silver King and did not dare to touch his tiger beard, so he just followed him from a distance.
Until the dwarves broke into the dungeon in the Misty Mountains and escaped in embarrassment, their morale plummeted - and more importantly, he discovered that the Dragonborn and the dwarves were separated.
So Bolger couldn't help it anymore and decided to take advantage of the fire and kill the dwarf scum first, and then escape far away.
"Kill them! While the Silver King is not here, bite out the intestines of the dwarf scum, drink their blood, and eat their hearts and livers!"
Bolger was riding on a huge warg, with a ferocious face and fierce eyes. It shouted in the black language of Mordor, ordering the wolves and the orcs behind it to attack.
The situation between Thorin and the dwarves suddenly became precarious.
Because not only did they have to deal with the bites of the wolves, but what was terrible was that the orcs also started shooting, which almost became the last straw for the dwarves.
"Gandalf!"
Thorin hid behind the lush branches and shouted anxiously.
The wizard saw that there was no other way, so he lit the pine cones with his stick, turned them into meteors, and threw them into the crowd of wolves and orcs.
The flames ignited the wolves' fur, burned the orcs' eyes, and completely disrupted their formation.
One of the fireballs with blue flames even caused a huge explosion when it rolled on the ground. For a while, thick smoke and flames circled around many big trees on the edge of the cliff, and finally managed to barely protect everyone. people.
The dwarves immediately cheered.
They spat and shouted triumphantly at the wolves and orcs below, as if they were the victors.
But they rejoiced too soon.
The wizard didn't have that many pine cones on hand, and the flaming wolves that caused the commotion were driven down the mountain to find water by Bolger's orders, and they were not allowed to stay here, so soon the enemy recovered again.
"Tear down the big tree! See if they can fly!!"
The pale orc shouted angrily: "Don't stop shooting arrows, they have nowhere to hide! I want dead dwarves, not living dwarf scum!"
As a result, more wolves and orcs began to rush over, braving Qili's arrows and the wizard's fireballs, pushing the big trees with the dwarves hiding on them.
"It's over now."
"These big trees can't stand up to what they're doing," Balin said.
This is also true. After Kili's arrows and the wizard's pine cones were all used up, a large group of orcs and wolves viciously attacked Kili Fili, Nori Doriori, Beaver, Puff, and Bombur. All the tall trees were knocked down.
The dwarves screamed, jumping from tree to tree like giant squirrels, and finally came to the big pine tree growing on the edge of the cliff where the wizard was staying.
"It seems that we will not escape death in the end." Duvalin tightened his grip on the battle ax in his hand and said through gritted teeth, "But I would rather go down and fight with them, chop off the heads of two orcs before dying!"
Thorin's expression was ugly. He looked at Bolger's triumphant face and tightened his grip on Orcrest.
Just when the dwarves were preparing to fight their enemies to the death, reinforcements arrived.
It was not the silver-white king that the dwarves and wizards thought it was, but giant eagles.
These strong and beautiful creatures nest in the Misty Mountains, watch over the orcs in the mountains, and are Manwe's envoys in Middle-earth.
As early as the dwarves and Turka entered the mountains, the Eagle King noticed them.
But they did not disturb the adventure team, because the Eagle King knew that that was not their mission. Daying just silently paid attention to the shadow behind them, and continued to pay attention to the development of the situation.
Sure enough, soon they discovered that the orcs were tracking the dwarves who had just escaped, and launched an attack.
And the silver-white king is still trapped on the mountain, being tested by that fate.
So, the Eagle King couldn't help but take action.
The wizard is one of the envoys sent by the Valar to Middle-earth and has a certain mission. The Eagle needs to ensure that the Valar's mission is accurately implemented.
Moreover, the wizard is more or less a friend.
Thinking like this, it took off into the air, and then the two large eagles on the left and right who were guarding it also jumped up and followed.
They hovered in the air, overlooking the circle of wolves on the ground, which was only a tiny point from above.
When the orcs and wargs were about to push the last pine tree, they swooped down and flapped their huge wings to fly away all the wolves and orcs below.
Then he grabbed the dwarf and the wizard from the tree, and flew away with the cattail leaf fan.
Bolger was so angry that he kept cursing below.
But so what, the orcs' bows and arrows couldn't shoot that high, and the eagle was not something they could challenge. They could only watch helplessly as the dwarf scum who was about to succeed in revenge was rescued by them.
"let's go."
Bolger shouted angrily, not daring to stay here.
In fact, almost as soon as the orcs retreated, Turka rushed down the mountain on Nahar, with Bilbo on his back.
Looking at the blazing cliff, Turka frowned.
"We are late." He carefully observed the messy battlefield and made sure that there were no bodies of dwarves. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "But obviously, nothing happened to the dwarves. They were rescued."
"By whom?"
Bilbo nervously and excitedly grabbed the cloak of the silver-white king and sat on the Holy Spirit's broad back without daring to move.
"I smell a big eagle."
Nahal said, the golden horse hooves tapping continuously: "And I saw them hovering in the sky yesterday. The messengers of the breath master of Arda have noticed us long ago. It is very likely that they saved the dwarves and wizards."
"Then that's it."
Turka nodded and looked into the distance: "Let us go find them. I hope their beards have not been singed by the fire."
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