The smelly wolf blood spattered all over his body, and he pulled out the sword that pierced the warg's throat with all his strength. Little Aragorn gasped tiredly, raised his numb and weak arms, and used the weapons in his hands to block the orcs from falling towards his head. The ax was kicked out, knocking the opponent to the ground.
"Huh!" Rolling back, little Aragorn tried his best to avoid a claw that pressed down, but the sharp claw still scratched across his face. In an instant, a gaping hole appeared on Aragorn's young face. Scars, blood gushed out of the wounds, staining half of his face red.
Ignoring the blood that splashed into his eyes and dyed his vision red, little Aragorn pursed his lips tightly. Before he could get up, the arm holding the sword swung out fiercely.
"Kacha!"
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the front legs of the charging warg were cut off by little Aragorn. He howled miserably and fell to the ground.
"ah!"
A roar of exhaustion came from little Aragorn's mouth. He thrust the weapon in his hand into the warg's head, killing it and draining his last bit of energy!
"My physical strength has reached its limit..."
Although little Aragorn's gray eyes are still shining with unyielding fighting spirit, his body has reached its limit. He is still young, and although his physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people, his internal energy is completely consumed. Without the addition of internal energy, his His strength and stamina are not as good as those of the dwarves. In addition, after successive battles, if it were not for the unyielding fighting spirit that supported him, he would have fallen asleep from exhaustion.
At this time, Thorin was fighting hard with Azog. The other dwarves, under the siege of wargs and orcs, were not in a good situation. As for Bilbo, he was not a warrior to begin with. If Gandalf hadn't taken care of him, , coupled with the fact that those orcs and wargs always ignored his words unintentionally, now he has been torn into pieces.
After a quick glance around, little Aragorn wiped the blood from his eyes, and when he was about to stand up, a half-orc warg knight drove the warg and pounced him to the ground.
The sharp wolf claws clasped tightly into the flesh of his shoulders, drawing out a stream of blood and pressing him to the ground.
Little Aragorn screamed in pain, his gray eyes reflected the increasingly larger wolf's mouth, and he smelled a disgusting stench, but he didn't feel any fear at all. At this moment, something appeared in his mind The is...
"I'm sorry, teacher, I've embarrassed you and I'm going to die in the mouth of a wolf!"
He smiled reluctantly, and his field of vision was completely occupied by a wolf's mouth.
"Ouch!"
But in the next moment, a miserable howl appeared in the mouth of the wolf that was about to end his life, and he was directly knocked away by a huge force. Then, he was also lifted up from the ground by a hand.
"Stand still!"
Suddenly his eyes widened and looking at Ji Mo who appeared in front of him, little Aragorn softly shouted: "Teacher!".
"Yes!" Ji Mo nodded slightly, and the hand on little Aragorn's shoulder passed through a burst of energy to help him stop the blood on his face, and then looked towards the battlefield.
At this time, both sides were furious. Except for little Aragorn who was rescued by Ji Mo, only Gandalf and Bilbo saw Ji Mo appearing silently and Thorga following Ji Mo.
Their faces lit up with joy and they nodded towards Ji Mo.
Ji Mo glanced at the orcs and wargs present, his face expressionless. Before the battle began, he had been observing the battle nearby with his mental power. As for the voice of little Aragorn shouting, he Of course I heard it.
However, he still regarded this experience as a trial for little Aragorn, and according to the plot, there will be a giant eagle coming after receiving Gandalf's request for help, so there should be no danger.
But what surprised him was that little Aragorn actually chose to take the initiative to join the war when faced with such a situation!
This made the end of the season praise the little guy's courage. After all, little Aragorn didn't know that they had reinforcements, so he took the initiative to attack. Not everyone has the ability to face so many enemies below, knowing that the winning rate is so low that it is almost non-existent. , and the courage to take the initiative to fight.
Therefore, after seeing the little guy's choice, the end of the season chose to continue watching to see what the future King of Gondor could do. As a result, the end of the season was very satisfied.
After letting Suojia guard little Aragorn, and also protecting Gandalf and Bilbo, at the end of the season, Li Qiye appeared in his hand, and then like a gust of wind, without any murderous intention, floated in In the battlefield.
The trajectory of the wind is unpredictable, just like the movement at the end of the season. It is unpredictable and unpredictable, but it actually blows over people, giving people the cool feeling of wind.
But what the end of the season brings is not coolness, but boiling blood.
Bah, bah, bah!
The extremely rhythmic sound of flesh and blood being cut actually formed a chilling piece of music in this chaotic battlefield, and with the graceful movement of Ji Mo's footsteps, the hot blood spurting out from his throat turned into the notes of the music. on the ground.
In just a few seconds, the wargs and orcs who were fighting with the dwarves were easily taken away by Ji Mo, and the fighting parties were separated.
The dwarves who had lost their enemies gathered together, breathing heavily and with scars all over their bodies, standing behind Ji Mo. Thorin looked at Ji Mo and shouted in surprise: "Kael'thas!".
"We meet again!" After greeting Thorin, Ji Mo looked at Azog.
"Who are you?" Azog squinted his eyes and looked at Ji Mo, his eyes full of fear. He had completely seen Ji Mo's actions just now, and even if he hadn't noticed Ji Mo in advance, If he were separated from Thorin, he might become a corpse like those dead orcs now.
Ignoring the orc leader opposite who was extremely difficult to deal with in the eyes of the dwarves, Ji Mo said hello to Thorin and walked towards the enemy as if taking a stroll.
"What does he want to do? Does he want to kill the remaining enemies?" The dwarves stared, an idea that they couldn't believe came to mind, because there were still thirty or forty enemies in front of them.
"They are dead!" Sitting on the ground, little Aragorn's words were full of certainty. Looking at the eyes on him, he proudly raised his head and said firmly: "None of them can escape!".
"Kael'thas, leave Azog to me!" After hearing what little Aragorn said, Thorin hurriedly said, "I must kill him with my own hands!".
Ji Mo paused, waved his hand casually, and said: "Oh, I got it!".
Upon seeing this, Azog angrily yelled at Ji Mo: "Who do you think I am!? Kill him!".
As soon as the words fell, the remaining wargs and orc knights rushed towards the end of the season. However, after Azog gave the order, in the incredulous eyes of the dwarves, he patted the white warg under him and ran back.
