Just when those fangs and claws were about to touch the dwarves' buttocks, leaving them with scars they would never forget, the dwarves jumped directly to the tree at a speed faster than monkeys, temporarily saving their buttocks.
Gandalf looked at the wargs and orcs who were surrounding him coldly, stretched out his hand to attract a butterfly that had fallen on the tree, and as if whispering to the butterfly, he muttered twice and let the butterfly fly out again.
"Why so many!" Bilbo hugged the tree trunk tightly, his scalp numb as he looked at the wargs wandering under the tree.
But no one answered his question at this time, because all the dwarves stared closely at Azog who appeared from the pack of wargs riding a white warg and held their breath.
Anger, fear, and unbelievable situations circulated among the dwarves, and finally turned into a sentence in Thorin's mouth, so possible!
"How is that possible?" Azog's mouth opened in a bloodthirsty arc. He looked at the dwarves on the tree as if he were looking at the fruits waiting for him to pick. With a casual look on his face, he rode a white warg back and forth. After two laps, he suddenly opened his eyes as wide as possible and shouted angrily: "How could you actually say it's possible?".
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? Huh?"
"By the way, I like this expression very much, fear, fear!"
"But it doesn't give me any mercy! I will soon rip your head off that fragile neck like your grandfather!"
Azog vented the hatred and anger he had accumulated for a long time, then pointed at Thorin and said: "This is mine, tear all the others into pieces!".
"Ouch!"
There was a howl of wolves, and under the command of the orcs, those astonishingly sized wargs, as big as horses, pounced on the pine tree where the dwarves were lying.
"Whoops!"
Accompanied by several excited wolf howls, a pine tree was pushed down by the warg. The warg was dripping disgusting saliva, waiting for the fresh fruits on the tree to fall.
"Jump!"
Thorin roared softly, and when the tree tilted, he took the lead and pounced on another pine tree adjacent to this tree.
Seeing this, the other dwarves followed suit.
However, the orcs also had countermeasures. They once again commanded the wargs to pounce on the tree the dwarves were climbing on, and once again pushed the tree down. In desperation, the dwarves could only jump to the next tree.
In this way, like dominoes being pushed, trees were pushed down one by one, and a group of people landed on the last pine tree on the edge of the cliff, taking the scene of isolation and helplessness to the extreme.
"Now how to do!"
A group of sixteen people were lying on a tree, swaying with the slowly blowing breeze. On one side were cliffs, and on the other were bloodthirsty wargs. A bunch of people had numb scalps.
What made them sweat even more was that the wargs rushed towards the last tree.
Gandalf looked at the pine cones on the tree, reached out and picked one off, lit it with witchcraft, ignited it again, and threw it down like a ball of fire.
The pine cones, which contained a large amount of grease, were burning with blazing flames. They bounced twice on the ground, igniting the dry grass on the ground. The burning flames made the wargs hesitate for a moment, but they continued to charge forward.
And just when Gandalf handed the burning pine cone to the dwarves, and the dwarves followed suit, little Aragorn roared at the top of his lungs.
"Teacher, if you don't come out, I will be eaten by wolves!"
The roar full of internal energy echoed throughout the mountain, making the dwarves stunned and looked at little Aragorn.
"I just guessed that my teacher would follow me, otherwise, at the high mountain pass, those mountain giants would not stop easily!" Little Aragorn explained simply, looking up in all directions, but there was still no shadow of the end of the season around him. .
After a few seconds, little Aragorn began to become impatient. If his teacher was nearby, he would come to rescue him when he heard the cry, but now there was no movement at all, which made his heart beat.
His internal strength had been consumed a lot in Goblin Town, and there was not much left. He could not break out of the siege. What if his guess was wrong?
Looking at the wargs who stared at them cruelly, waiting for them to fall, feeling the shaky pine branches that could break and fall off the cliff at any time, and looking at the slowly extinguishing flames on the ground, little Aragorn gritted his teeth. , whispered: "I don't want to die in frustration like this!".
"If you are in a desperate situation, all you can do is try your best to find a hope!"
"Fight for hope!"
Recalling what Ji Mo had said to him in his mind, little Aragorn roared and jumped from the tree.
Gandalf looked at such little Aragorn, his eyes flashed with admiration. It is really rare to have such courage at such an age! More importantly, he felt an extraordinary infectious energy from little Aragorn, which can be seen from the expressions of the dwarves now.
The dwarves on the tree looked at the little Aragorn who had fallen to the ground, and felt a fierce fighting spirit from the other's still childish back.
"Huh? Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?" Azog looked at little Aragorn and smiled cruelly. After looking at the flames that were gradually extinguishing on the ground, he pointed with the hook on his arm and said fiercely: "kill him!".
"ha!"
"howl!"
The orcs and wargs roared excitedly, and they seemed to be able to see the exciting scene of little Aragorn being torn into pieces.
"Come on!" The long sword pointed directly at the enemy, and little Aragorn let the little internal energy remaining in his body surge.
"Haha, yes, fight for a future. Instead of waiting to die like this, it's better to fight with all your might!" Thorin roared in agreement, letting his emotions ignite and his blood stir, and climbed down from the tree.
Dwarves never lack courage!
Following Thorin's movements, the dwarves all quickly climbed down, holding their weapons, and stood together with little Aragorn and Thorin, looking at the enemy firmly, with a desperate aura.
Looking at the dwarves and little Aragorn below, Gandalf also climbed down from the tree. Although he had already moved reinforcements, they had to at least hold on until the other party arrived, so this was not the time to announce that they still had reinforcements. , this will destroy the momentum of this burning cauldron.
"Kill these dwarf scum!"
Seeing Thorin coming down, Azog could no longer hold back the hatred that drove him crazy, and rushed forward with all the wargs and orcs.
"Kill!" Thorin roared, gathering the anger and courage of the dwarves, and faced him fiercely.
The fangs and claws of the wargs, the ferocious faces of the orcs, the roars of the dwarves, the rapidly jumping figure of little Aragorn, and Bilbo's slightly clumsy but equally determined face. This scene is composed of bloodthirsty and I hope that the picture I compose will be extremely brilliant under the light of the fire.
