Azog actually chose to escape!
This was completely beyond the dwarves' expectations.
You must know that the other party is the cruel orc leader Azog who brings chaos!
He has always been the only one who scares others away, but there is a record of him being scared away!
But now the facts are in front of him, he was indeed scared away, scared away by Kael'thas who was leisurely as if he was taking a walk!
As if he hadn't seen Azog escape, Ji Mo still faced the attacking enemies calmly, while Suojia gracefully moved across the ground and chased after Azog.
"Qiang!"
Along with the crisp sound of the sword, a silvery white moonlight appeared in Ji Mo's hand, and as Ji Mo waved his arm casually, bright sword lights flew out.
In an instant, with little traces of frost, the enemies that rushed towards him were divided into two halves. In less than a few seconds, the ground was covered with blood, and all the enemies were wiped out.
At the end of the season, all he did was stand there and wave Mo Li in his hand easily.
The dwarves were dumbfounded, and Gandalf accidentally pulled out a handful of his beard in surprise. Bilbo was frightened and took a few steps back, squatting on the ground. Only little Aragorn, who knew his teacher's power, had no intention. Laughing heartlessly.
"Gudong!"
Everyone swallowed and looked at each other, extremely shocked.
At this moment, Suojia also ran back from a distance, biting one of Azog's legs, and brought Azog back.
"Damn beast, let me go!" Azog angrily waved the hook on his severed arm that shone with cold light, and struck Suojia fiercely, but Suojia, whose whole body was made of solid ore, said that such an attack , it is of no use to it at all. In this situation, Azog seems very powerless.
Seeing Azog like this, the dwarves not only resented him, but also felt a sense of sadness for him.
"Bang!" Azog, whose legs were bitten off, casually fell in front of Thorin, and Suojia lay aside.
"He's yours!" Ji Mo said casually, walked over to Bilbo who was sitting next to little Aragorn, and put his hand on his shoulder.
There is a wound there.
"Huh? The wound is healed!?"
Just feeling that the hand on his body was slightly cold at the end of the season, Bilbo was surprised to find that his wound healed quickly as before, which made him very pleasantly surprised.
"Thank you!" Bilbo thanked him politely and put his weapon and stinger back into the scabbard.
"ah!"
An unusually piercing scream appeared, and as Azog's head rolled down, the dwarves cheered happily. After Thorin took a deep breath, before crossing the path to the end of the season, the elf lowered his head for the first time.
"Thank you. I, Thorin, would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the Turin clan. We owe you twice!"
Once to save their lives, and once to let him kill Azog with his own hands, washing away the Turin clan's shame that the king died at the hands of the other party.
Along with Thorin's solemn thanks, the dwarves shouted in unison: "Thank you!".
Sometimes, for many, the glory of the race is more important.
"Yes!" In response, Ji Mo accepted the other person's gratitude. If you don't accept it, it will make the other person feel that you are dismissive of their gratitude.
He reached out to the dwarves and fired more than a dozen finger winds containing a lot of energy. After healing the dwarves' injuries, Ji Mo's ears moved and he heard the chirping of eagles in the distance. He said to Gandalf: "Your Is help coming?"
"If I had known you were here, I wouldn't have bothered Guan He!" Gandalf smiled bitterly and stood quietly, watching the giant eagles flying over in the distance.
Guan He, the king of giant eagles, is respectfully known as the Wind King. He is an extremely handsome eagle.
Ji Mo raised his eyebrows and said: "Since we are here, please take us for a ride. We can't let them travel in vain! What do you think? Gandalf?".
Gandalf grinned, noncommittal, but extremely helpless.
After receiving Suojia into his personal space, he sat on the back of the giant eagle at the end of the season, soaring among the blue sky and white clouds with Gandalf and his companions, which was extremely comfortable.
The strong wind blowing in front of them made Gandalf and the others lie on the back of the eagle unable to lift their heads, but at the end of the season, they could sit safely on their backs, feeling the wind blowing in their faces, leisurely and contentedly. This magical scene made others Occasionally when I look back, I can't help but look surprised and envious.
The giant eagles flew them a short distance before setting them down. They were messengers of God, and they had their own pride. It was impossible for them to really take people as mounts and fly directly to the Lonely Mountain.
So after just leaving the range of the mountain pass, he let everyone down and then spread his wings and left.
They had to walk the next road on their own, but when the group looked at Ji Mohou who was lying leisurely on Suo Jia and following behind everyone, they all felt relieved.
With such a great god around, I think the road will be very safe.
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Just as Ji Mo and Gandalf were on their way, a white voice, with a low whimper, limped one leg and trudged along a mountain road to a dilapidated fortress.
It was Azog's mount. When it was escaping with Azog, it was affected by the attack of Suojia who was chasing Azog, and was knocked away. Fortunately, it escaped from the claws of Suojia who ignored it.
Now it returns alone to where Azog was before.
When it limped into this dilapidated fortress, some orcs watched from a distance, with confusion on their faces, wondering why it was the only one coming back alone. When it returned alone to its nest in the fortress, A pale orc with a similar stature to Azog, with iron plates inlaid in his muscles, and looked extremely tough came to its lair.
He is Bog, the lord of the Orcs, the second person among the Orcs under the leader Azog.
"Where's Azog?" Bogg kicked the white warg with his foot and asked loudly, with a strange light in his eyes.
"Woo!" With a whimper, the white warg looked depressed, exuding a sense of misery.
"Oh, it looks like the situation is not good!" Porg grinned, suddenly approached the white warg, and asked expectantly: "Is your master Azog dead?".
"Ouch!" The warg roared loudly and became fierce towards the Porg in front of him.
"It seems that I guessed it right!" Pogg raised his body and kicked the warg hard on the head. The surprise in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said cruelly: "Then you can go and accompany him. !".
"Ah!" Sensing Porg's malice, the white warg arched his body and made an attack posture.
But the next second, black shadows like thin lines condensed into a blurry figure behind Porg, and then both Porg and the white warg lowered their heads.
"Owner!"
