Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1134 1116. Abnormal!

But at this moment, the crisp sound of horse hooves stepping on the stone bridge rang out in the noisy battlefield.

It was a white horse with two elves sitting on it.

"Mithrandir!"

The elf holding the reins on horseback shouted.

"Legolas! Legolas Greenleaf!"

Gandalf's eyes lit up and he moved closer in their direction.

The two elves, a man and a woman on horseback, moved swiftly, and their bodies had obviously been adjusted to an extremely light state.

And the white horse also appeared to be very agile in this situation.

The war horses tamed by the Woodland Kingdom were not frightened by the noisy and bloody battlefield. Instead, they nimbly stepped over the fallen corpses, the fighting enemies, and the flying arrows, and arrived at the bridge in front of the Valley City.

Behind Legolas, Tauriel's two daggers were covered in blood, obviously she had killed her way here.

The situation was urgent, so Legolas didn't waste any time on small talk and went straight to the point on horseback.

"There's another orc army, Mithrandir! It's coming soon! From Gundabad!"

Legolas leaned over his horse and shouted at the old wizard, while Tauriel behind him had already jumped down lightly, drew her bow and arrow and began to clear out the orcs around her.

"It's Azog's son, Bolg! We chased him to Gundaba, and he only sent out a small army at first, but then Azog sent a herald, and now he has almost mobilized all the troops in Gundaba!"

"That is to say, the orcs have new reinforcements?"

Lann interrupted and Legolas nodded solemnly.

"Then we can't wait any longer! Let's go to Crow Ridge now!"

The demon hunter narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke decisively.

"Going to Raven Ridge?"

Legolas had just entered the battlefield not long ago and had just heard about the beheading plan. He looked at the towers on the distant hills with some surprise. They were emitting a hazy halo under the scattered sunlight and morning mist.

"Borg's army will come straight from Gundaba! The first direction they will go is Raven Ridge!"

"Is there still time to hesitate now?" Lan En walked past his white horse and looked straight in the same direction.

The Elf Prince nodded silently.

Yeah, there's no time.

The demon hunter put away the powerful but conspicuous sword and started rushing towards the tower group on the hill!
The Elf Prince simply nodded to Gandalf and turned his horse around.

"Tauriel! Let's go together and help him!"

The female elf fluently used the dagger in her hand, holding it upside down, to slash an orc's neck. As she gracefully turned over and left, she drew all the arrows from his quiver and stuffed them into her own quiver, then jumped onto the white horse.

"let's go!"

Tauriel patted Legolas' shoulder, and the white horse galloped across the battlefield again.

"Good luck." Gandalf looked at the elves and witchers leaving in the distance and whispered a blessing.

Then he protected the Hobbits around him and said, "Bilbo, you go into the city too! Hide and protect yourself!"

The hobbit swallowed nervously and nodded, then trotted off to the back.

In such a chaotic battlefield, a weak Hobbit can only survive by hiding himself.

So Bilbo used his 'little trick'. He reached his finger into his pocket and slipped it into a shiny ring with familiarity.

Suddenly, a living person disappeared without a trace.

The Hobbit entered the Underworld, and he saw the projections of the orcs and dwarves in the Underworld, as well as the glowing outlines of the elves.

Gandalf stood in the middle of the city gate bridge, with a small group of orcs invading the city and elves fighting against them behind him, and a large group of orcs approaching him in the chaos in front of him.

The old wizard's hair and beard had grown long, but his appearance had not changed at all, with a messy beard, a dirty grey robe, and muddy nails that were sloppily trimmed.
But suddenly he possessed immense majesty.

Bilbo entered the Underworld with the help of the magic ring, dodged the fighting elves and orcs, and ran towards the city. However, he only felt a striking but not strong light coming from behind him.

The Hobbits did not dare to look back, but just kept running forward.

Then came the extremely majestic voice of Gandalf.

"Your! shall not! pass!"

The light in the netherworld disappeared immediately after the words were spoken, but in the material world, a loud sound of collapse followed.

That was the stone bridge at the gate of Dale City. When the real orc army was about to advance here, the stone bridge had been standing for who knows how many years and was not damaged even on the day Smaug came.

But a few centimeters in front of Gandalf's toes, exactly where he raised the staff with both hands and stabbed it hard, it broke with a loud bang!
And the few people who were advancing towards Crow Ridge also began to climb upwards.

The Wasteland of Smaug is all yellow due to the evil spirit of the dragon, but in the hilly areas, there are mostly gravel and rocks, so the surface is black and gray.

The jagged rocks piled up, and coupled with the construction of the Valley City in the past, a tower was built in the hills.

However, after years of disrepair and a sudden dragon attack, most of the towers here collapsed.

The already steep terrain was blocked and destroyed by large pieces of fallen building debris, making it even more difficult to climb.

Even though Legolas and Tauriel were as light as snowflakes, the white horse definitely couldn't carry them up, so they had to walk.

Lan did not brag to Gandalf. He moved quickly and decisively, even faster than the elves' white horses.

The battlefield was actually not very large, because it was mainly a surprise attack by the orcs.

All parties arrived in a hurry and had no time to deploy their troops at all.

Crow Ridge is only a little over one kilometer away from the main battlefield.

After the three reached the foot of the mountain, without much conversation, they all started to climb up the mountain in a surprise attack.

The elves were agile and light, and even the mountain goats living on the mountain walls could not move more flexibly than Legolas and Tauriel at this moment.

The two of them often only need a very small foothold and friction to send their bodies up more than two body lengths.

The cliffs that are fatal in the eyes of ordinary people are just a matter of walking normally and occasionally looking down at the road for the two elves. Lan En is not as light as the elves, but he is powerful and is also using the [Light Body Breathing Method], combined with the slingshot hook on his left hand.

Although not as smooth as elves, the movement efficiency is not low.

The advance of the elves and witchers from the foot of the mountain was apparently unexpected and made very little noise.

But as Lan had predicted, relying on the enemy's negligence on the battlefield was foolish.

In the seventh minute when the three of them were climbing the mountain with super high efficiency, they still had to defeat a group of guarding orcs head-on.

And from then on, the rapid advance turned into a forward charge!

"Oh!"

A shock wave with a cold magical glow burst out from the witcher's palm as he pushed forward.

On the narrow mountain road, a group of orcs were pushed back without any warning.

Amidst the noisy shouting and yelling, most of the orcs fell towards the cliff next to them, while the other half were smarter and knew to cling to the inner wall of the mountain for their lives.

But he was also tripped by the sudden impact.

Immediately afterwards, a boot with external plate armor stepped on the fallen orcs.

Beneath the dull sound of footsteps was the muffled 'crackling' sound of bones breaking in flesh and blood.

Immediately, the orcs who were lying on top of each other kept opening and closing their mouths, but blood was flowing out and they could not even make any sound.

It looked like the ribs and internal organs were completely crushed.

After being exposed, Lan En did not hesitate at all. He immediately changed his action mode and began to charge forward violently.

As expected, within a very short time after the conflict, the entire Crow Ridge seemed to be mobilized.

Orcs with all kinds of deformities, disabilities or superfluous flesh poured out from the various passages of this ruined tower complex!
They brandished various vicious weapons, and rushed towards Lan En and his men with the malicious desire to hurt and abuse others.

The terrain here is narrow and not suitable for the use of a greatsword, so Lan En simply drew out the Sword of the Lady of the Lake from his waist.

With a sharp "squeak" sound, a clear silver light left a sharp streak of light in the air.

Immediately afterwards, in the narrow passage, the orcs swarming from the opposite side were separated cleanly and quickly.

Few things could stop Arondite's blade for even a moment.

After swinging the knife once, Lan En moved half a step to the side as if by telepathy.

Then, an arrow with the airflow it brought up so that it caused painful scratches on the skin passed through Lan's flying silver hair, piercing through three orcs in succession, and finally nailed two orcs to the wall at the corner.

Legolas, who shot the arrow, turned behind him the moment the arrow left the string, and shot an arrow at the head of the orc who was already behind him at a very close range.

Now orcs are coming from all directions, and there are also many behind them.

There is no time to waste. If we stay for half a second longer, more orcs will surround us.

You must keep attacking and moving.

"Follow me!" Lan En shouted loudly without looking back, and then started suddenly!

A dozen orcs in front were standing together at the corner of the passage, but in front of the charging demon hunter, the orcs' bodies could only make a dull "bang" sound.

Lan En's strong body lowered his shoulders forward, using his shoulders as a collision angle and pushed forward directly!

Although originally crowded, the dozen or so orcs who could still stand were reduced to half their occupied area after the demon hunter's collision!
Part of the body of half of the orcs had been squeezed into the bodies of other orcs.

More than a dozen orcs opened their mouths so wide that their eyeballs were about to pop out, but they could not take a breath no matter what.

And more than a dozen people were huddled together, and couldn't be separated.

Lan En did not stop. The reaction force of the collision was insignificant in front of the [tendon coils] spread all over his body.

"This isn't right!"

Lan En, who had just cleared a path, shouted.

"They gathered too quickly!"

The current scene was within Lan's expectations, but how could the orcs gather so quickly?
From the first time they fought with the guards to now when enemies swarmed into the narrow passage, was there a time difference of half a minute?

This kind of personnel scheduling and response speed is completely inconsistent with the estimates made by Lan and Mentos based on the orcs' organization level!
Something must be wrong!

Lan En thought to himself, and at the same time, Mentos was suggesting various possibilities in his mind.

The crowded and narrow mountain passage was broken through, and Lan En, who came out first, looked up.

On the highest tower among the Crow Ridge tower complex, a pale and calm orc with a broken hand was grinning at them.

"But this is our only chance now!"

Legolas called out to Lann from behind.

"Gundaba's army is coming!"

The elves were right. This was the best chance to end the war before the orcs' reinforcements arrived and caused greater casualties.

So even though he still couldn't figure out what was wrong, Lan En still stared at the pale orc on the ruined tower and rushed forward.

But just when Lan En had taken two steps.

His sharp eyes caught sight of Azog grinning and speaking two words on the tower.

The first sentence is, "Ahaha, there you go, dragon slayer."

The second sentence is
"Zhagulun, he's yours!"

Just when Lan En realized that the other party was speaking deliberately without using any slang, he suddenly felt a chill running from his side all the way to his heart!
Without thinking, Lan En, with his pupils shrinking suddenly, raised the Sword of the Lady of the Lake to his side.

And in the next moment, "Crack!"

A huge claw appeared out of nowhere and slapped the blade that the demon hunter was blocking!
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(End of this chapter)