Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1076 1058. Containing the Darkness
A chasm of thunder forced the wargs to stop rushing forward.

The elves in the trees regained their footing and increased the intensity of their rain of arrows.

And the Qilin's thunder apparently did not make it feel exhausted.

It fought with the golden lion for a long time before it ran out of strength after the last big discharge. Now it was just a ground discharge.

"Xilulu!"

The Qilin stood up again, neighing excitedly.

And under the feet of the orcs, a faint blue and white light began to appear again.

"Clang!"

The thunder that fell from the sky blew up a large area of ​​burnt flesh and hot soil.

Even the soil was burned into vitrified fragments by the Qilin's thunder.

"Back, back."

Lan En listened calmly to all the movements around him, and gently patted Qilin's neck and spoke to it.

The ancient dragon from the New World immediately kicked back with its two hind legs.

The wolf that bravely came forward to bite the Qilin's hind legs immediately collapsed without a sound.

On that face with a huge mouth, the upper jaw had been completely kicked off, leaving only skin and flesh hanging on the still intact lower jaw.

And seeing how easily it fell to the ground, it was estimated that the Qilin's kick just now must have pushed the broken bones on its face directly into its skull and brain.

After a short period of time, the elves successfully annihilated more than 300 orcs with a rain of arrows, leaving less than 100.

The orcs looked crazy, craving blood and violence, but what they craved was the blood and flesh of others, not their own blood.

At this time, many orcs were already running away, screaming.

The Wargs are a little wiser than the orcs.

After a few howls at each other in the language of the worgs, there were less than five of them left, and they immediately slipped away before the orcs were defeated.

After a noisy and messy battle, the originally quiet and natural grove was now covered with orc corpses. The dirty black blood flowed out in a sticky manner, mixing with the trampled soil and humus.

The trunks of seven or eight large trees were gnawed off by the wolves' attack, and they lay crookedly on the branches of other trees, with large pieces of wood and sawdust scattered around.

The elves had not experienced such a sudden and intense battle for a long time.

They all stood on the branches, each of them took a long time to calm down, and then quickly recovered.

Thanks to their generally high and terrifying basic qualities, they naturally made the right moves in battle. Otherwise, with this mental state, it is hard to say whether there would be casualties.

But it can also be seen that they are just a little bit uncomfortable.

Without any psychological preparation, we were suddenly attacked by orcs and fought a passive encounter.

If they are prepared in advance, their long experience and experience are enough to enable them to perform normally.

Lan En rode on the Qilin, his tall figure walking easily on the edge of the battlefield as if nothing had happened.

The elves stood on the tree branches, looking at the sacred beast not far away. The people on it simply waved at them, and then ran away without looking back.

"Where is he going? Chasing those orcs?"

An elf asked in a low voice as he watched the departing figure.

"No." Legolas frowned and jumped down from the tree as lightly as a leaf. "Remember what he said before? He was going to Lake Town, and these orcs were running into Mirkwood, not in the same direction."

The Elf Prince's leather boots stepped carefully on the messy forest floor, and every time the boots landed, there was a sticky sound as they stepped on the sticky mud.

This is soil stained with the dirty blood of orcs.

"As I said." Tauriel followed Legolas closely from behind, her face heavy. "They are growing bolder and more powerful."

"The darkness is spreading!"

Legolas seemed to be affected by her words and looked around with a frown.

Orcs have indeed appeared in droves in the Woodland Kingdom.

“I agree with you, Tauriel. At least one point.”

Legolas sighed and stretched his hands behind his shoulders.

There were two short knives there, tied to a backpack quiver.

The dagger, as always, reflects the elegant aesthetics of the elves in the smallest details.

The handle is made of some kind of bone or tooth, and the blade has a smooth curve and is forged with exquisite patterns.

Without even turning his head, Legolas reached out, drew out the dagger, and moved it to his side.

As he did this, a howl suddenly came from the orc corpse at his feet.

"Ow!"

That was an orc with jagged and sharp teeth that could not close his mouth. He just shouted out his fake death attack and stretched out his hand.

The hand holding the knife was accurately pierced by the elf dagger, and then it turned around and left a big gash.

All of a sudden, the orc couldn't bear the pain anymore. The knife in his hand fell down and he knelt down, wailing.

Legolas shook off the black blood on the dagger in his hand and said, "They are indeed very brave."

Legolas put the dagger back and called out to an elf.

"Don't kill him yet, keep him for questioning. My father might be interested in his information." "Tauriel, we should organize our team and go back."

After saying this, Legolas prepared to walk into the Mirkwood.

But after two steps, he looked back in surprise because he didn't hear Tauriel's footsteps.

The female elf stood there without moving, she just looked in the direction of the dark forest with heavy and disappointment.

"Questioning and obtaining information will not change anything, Legolas. And you know full well that this is just a pawn."

"Then what do you want to do?" The Elf Prince frowned and looked at his captain of guards.

"Even if we don't care about those giant spiders, we must at least know what the orcs are here for! And stop them!"

Tauriel looked at the orc corpses scattered all over the ground with disgust.

The dwarves and orcs are sworn enemies, but the feud between the elves and orcs can even be traced back to before the First Age!

That is a hatred that is older than the moon and sun hanging in the sky today!
"They must be very capable to spend so much energy to hunt down a small group of dwarves. No matter what, I can't just ignore it!"

"The dwarves are going to Long Lake Town, so I'll go and see if these orcs are really going to chase them so far to kill them, and why they want to kill them."

"If we don't even know what the enemy wants to do, then the Woodland Kingdom has no safety at all!"

"And even if we do learn something from this little pawn, will your father, my king, the great Thranduil, take action, Legolas?"

Tauriel raised her bow in a gesture.

"We must take action to stop them! Otherwise, every success of the darkness will make them stronger, and eventually they will become incurable!"

"Or will it be that as long as we stay at home and live a peaceful life, the dark forces will think we are sensible and spare us?"

"I'm going to Long Lake Town to take a closer look. As for whether you want to fight against evil, that's your business."

Tauriel said in a tone that indicated she didn't want to discuss it any further and had made her decision.

At the same time, turn around and walk away.

Legolas pursed his lips and tucked the small braid that fell beside his cheek back behind his pointed ears.

He looked at Tauriel's back. They were good friends and had fought side by side for hundreds of years.

Moreover, fighting against evil is not only the story that Legolas has heard since childhood and the education he has received, it is even the nature of the elves.

They are the firstborn children of Ilúvatar, and they naturally love the things that are true, good and beautiful, and hate evil.

".Garian, you will lead the team from now on. Take this tongue back and give it to my father."

"Your Highness?!"

The elf behind Legolas screamed.

But at this time, the Elf Prince had made up his mind. He followed Tauriel towards the north with the elves' steps that were as light as magic.
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Changhu Town, as the name suggests, is a town located on a long and narrow lake.

But unlike ordinary waterside settlements, it was built directly in the middle of the lake.

It was a huge rock in the lake. The town was built on it. Then there was a wooden bridge several hundred meters long connecting the shore with Changhu Town.

The wooden bridge is made of a series of floating boats with wooden planks, and is not very reliable.

But because the residents of Changhu Town use boats more often than walking on the road, people don't care too much about this wooden bridge.

“This town doesn’t look very big.”

Lan En sat on the Qilin and looked at the town in the distance by the lake.

When the witcher was visiting Old Tom's house, it was just the beginning of the season from summer to autumn. After a long time, it was already quite chilly in the morning.

In addition, a large part of the water in this lake comes from melted snow and ice from the mountains not far to the north.

In the morning, small pieces of ice began to float on the Chang Lake, and a thick layer of cold fog floated above the lake.

"But it looks messy meow!"

The flannel ball stood on the Qilin's head, using its claws to build a shed in front of its eyes and looked at Changhu Town.

The golden sunlight shone down from the horizon, sprinkling on the gray-black wooden roofs of Changhu Town.

The population will continue to grow, but the town's foundation, the huge rock in the lake, will not grow larger.

Not to mention that the nearby Lonely Mountain was captured by the evil dragon Smaug, and Dale, which was not far from the Lonely Mountain, was also destroyed. At that time, a considerable number of people in Dale fled to Long Lake Town.

As a result, the houses in this town became more and more crowded and strange.

Building after building, you press on my corners, and I press on your eaves, just like we can grow, step by step.

People make a living by boat in the narrow river channel left by the town.

"It's going to be hard to find someone now, meow."

The fluff ball scratched his beard and said this.

It knew about the witcher's extraordinary senses, but there was no doubt that the smell in a town like this must be mixed and strong enough that even a witcher would find it difficult to find the dwarves here.

Lan En shook his head and pressed the kitten back onto the saddle by its head.

"As long as the town is not too big, we can always find it. But now we have to notify the town's defense forces first."

"The orcs have chased us all the way from Rivendell to the vicinity of Lonely Mountain. I don't believe they will stop here."

"And this is not a deserted wilderness."

(End of this chapter)