Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1144 1126. End
"Thorin! My cousin!"

Dain Ironfoot had just smashed an orc to death with his hammer and turned to shout at Thorin, who was holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

"Why did you come just now?!"

"I was delayed inside!"

Thorin easily cut off the knees of the three approaching orcs with the beast-biting sword in his hand, and responded to Dane with a big laugh.

As the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, the conditions of the elves, humans, and dwarves were recovering, but the orcs' original momentum of moving forward and swallowing everything with waves was disappearing.

But the advantage of numbers is an absolute reality. So now on the main battlefield, the bloody battle continues without stopping.

The two dwarves met on the chaotic battlefield and hugged each other tightly.

"There are too many of these filthy bastards, Thorin."

After the cousins ​​had hugged and greeted each other, Dane immediately began to talk about practical issues.

"If we continue like this, our casualties will continue to rise! We have to think of a solution!"

Now it seems that the suppression brought by the evil forces is gradually disappearing, and their side is in high spirits because of Thorin and the Lonely Mountain.

But in the early stages of the war, the orcs had already taken advantage of their advantageous period to accumulate a lot, and were about to start snowballing.

By that time, the orcs' victory would have been unstoppable, but due to a series of unexpected events, their growing military momentum was now being suppressed.

So even now, they still have huge advantages over humans, dwarves, and elves.

This war is still not easy to fight.

"There is always a way!" Thorin's expression changed from friendly to serious, looking towards Raven Ridge, which was not far from the battlefield. "And it's always simple!"

"We must capture the leader first!"

"Azog." Dane said the name heavily.

At this time, Thorin had quickly grabbed a running dwarf-goat from the chaotic battlefield and climbed onto it.

"Kill him, end the feud between our bloodline and him, and end this war!"

"No, you are our king!"

The two stubborn dwarves stared at each other, and finally it was Thorin who spoke in a deep voice.

"That's why I have to go."

At this moment, a dwarf chariot rushed over from the chaos, and orcs whose legs were cut off by the blades on both sides of the wheels lay on the ground along the way.

"We're following you!"

The four of them, loyal Dwalin, white-bearded Balin, and Thorin's two nephews, drove the chariot together and came to Thorin.

Now all of them have swept away the gloom in Lonely Mountain, and they seem happy and free even on the battlefield full of dangers.

It was as if they were back to the time when they were traveling together through the wilderness, heading towards the lonely mountain and hope.

But Dane still held down Thorin's shoulders on the goat.

"Perhaps you don't have to go, Thorin. I just saw an elf and a tall human rushing up Raven Hill. Look at the dark clouds in the sky now. Maybe they succeeded?"

Crow Ridge was not far from the battlefield, and Lan En and his men could clearly see the noises of them rushing up and being attacked by the demon wolves.

"Do we still have a chance to gamble on whether others can succeed, Dane?"

Thorin shook his head and pressed down Dane's palm.

"Besides, the tall human you mentioned is also my friend. Do I, Thorin Oakenshield, want to let him fight alone?"

There was nothing more to say, Dane could only wish him the best.

"May Turin protect his descendants and return safely!"
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"Excellent swordplay and sorcery."

Lan was still kneeling on the ground, breathing softly, but a few minutes later, a noble figure appeared beside him, following Gandalf out of the Rivervale.

The elf with brilliant golden hair praised sincerely.

"To be able to kill such a demonic wolf head-on, even in that long-gone era, he was worthy of being called a brave warrior."

At this time, the four mountain-like earth-eating giant insects in the distance had completely frozen in place, their hard muscles and body surfaces seemed to have really turned into rock.

The elf who shot and killed the four giant insects was standing next to Lan En, patting the huge, motionless head of Zhaoglune with emotion.

From the tone of his voice, it seemed as if those ancient heroes and ferocious creatures like Zorgluin were just yesterday.

However, Lan En was more or less familiar with the immortality of the elves in this world, and it seemed as if he spoke yesterday thousands of years ago.

Because of the giant earth-eating worms, the orcs did not dare to send too many troops to this area, for fear that the giant worms would roll over and destroy them. Therefore, after the demon wolves and the giant worms died, this area was actually relatively quiet on the battlefield.

"All right, Glorfindel." Gandalf, his face frosted and splattered with orcs' black blood, pursed his lips and walked forward.

After taking a quick look at Lan En who was kneeling on the ground, he found that he just had a high temperature and was breathing heavily, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems you are okay."

Lan En panted slightly and nodded: "I'll just rest for a while. Don't worry."

"That is all very well. Forgive me, Lann, but we have more pressing business to attend to." Gandalf stood up from Lann's side with quick movements. "Please follow me again, Glorfindel."

"We must go to Raven Hill and end this war! The orc army from Gundabad will arrive soon, and we must kill him before the forces around Azog are replenished!"

"Of course."

The elves beside Gandalf looked calm on the battlefield and seemed to be experienced in many battles. Following Gandalf's guidance, they looked towards Raven Hill not far away.

The two men moved towards Crow Ridge. They were both moving quite fast and in a short while they had reached the top of the mountain and disappeared among the rugged rocky peaks.

And in Lan's body, the [gene seed] is working hard to adjust the physiological balance between the strengthened organs and the non-strengthened organs.

The [Early Recovery Protective Stone] is at the waist. Although it is tiny, it continuously supplies vital energy.

After about five minutes, Lan's slight breathing had returned to normal and his body temperature had dropped.

Without the giant earth-eating insects, the situation on the battlefield near Valley City was much better.

The Earth Devouring Giant Worm is not only a creature that cannot be fought with lines, but also gives the elves and humans a sense of mental oppression.

"Kala La~"

There was a sound of breaking wood coming from Crow Ridge. Lan turned around and saw that the orc flagpole standing at the highest point of Crow Ridge, which could issue orders by transforming, had been chopped down.

At this time, they were falling from above with the wind. It seemed that after having helpers, Azog's guards were indeed retreating again and again.

Lan En pulled the Sword of the Lady of the Lake from the ground and rubbed the magic ring on his hand.

After a while, a loud sound of horse hooves came from the direction of River Valley City.

Although the rune silk cloth covering the Qilin was not stained with water at this time, its exposed mane and broken horns were covered with the blood of orcs.

The ball of fluff lying behind it was panting with its tongue hanging out, and the bomb straps on its body were empty.

"Boss meow!"

The kitten jumped up and shouted excitedly, and then saw Zhaoluin lying on the ground.

"Wow! This wolf is so big! It's as big as a Thunder Wolf Dragon!"

Lan En had never seen a Thunder Wolf Dragon in person, but Zhao Geluyin relied on the space cutting and silent movement of his claws and teeth, coupled with his cunning and vicious nature.

If there are no special monsters in the New World, they will probably not be able to stand a chance against it.

According to the mission level, it should be at least a master-level subjugation mission.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

"Help me peel its skin later. This thing is very insidious and disgusting."

Lan En first said to the Feline that the Flannel Ball was a professional in processing the materials of the prey. It was from the predatory tribe of the Miasma Valley.

Then the demon hunter climbed onto the Qilin's back.

Pulling its mane in the direction of Raven Ridge.

"Let's go up too!"

"Whoops?"

Qilin snorted in confusion.

Didn’t you say before that it was too conspicuous and wasn’t allowed to be on the site?
"The demon wolf has already appeared and died, so it's unlikely that there are any more plans. And..."

Lan En knew exactly what Qilin was thinking and explained it to him.

A pair of cat's eyes looked up along the mountain road. From time to time, among the rugged and obstructed mountains, bursts of pure light flashed like a flashbulb for an instant.

"Just now Gandalf found an elf that he doesn't know, but he looks very strong. I don't think there is anything on this mountain that can threaten him. Follow him!"

When Qilin heard this, he knew there was no problem.

He immediately swung his hooves and, relying on his flexible and powerful hooves, jumped up the mountain as if he were walking on flat ground.

For a Qilin, a 90-degree cliff can be dug out with its hooves, and then it can jump up by getting in. The rugged and steep Crow Ridge is just scary in appearance.

Just as Lan En had estimated, there was no longer any potential force on the hill that could pose a threat to them.

When Sauron was driven out of Dol Guldur, he had only enough power to create one Zorgluin.

With Qilin's strength, they quickly surpassed the position they reached last time they charged up the mountain, which was the mountain path where Lan En was attacked by the demon wolf, and were able to continue moving forward.

The ugly corpses of orcs were everywhere along the way, with arrows and scars from hard axe blades and hammers on them.

Gushan is at a high altitude and is located in the north of the continent. Not only is there a large amount of ice floating on the Long Lake, but there is also a small waterfall on Crow Ridge, which is completely frozen.

When Lan En caught up on his Qilin, he saw a shocking scene upstream of the frozen waterfall.

Thorin and his two nephews were lying on the thick ice, and their blood was spreading like paint under them and spreading on the ice.

Legolas, Tauriel, Gandalf, who were in a dishevel, and Glorfindel, who had no signs of battle on his body, were all surrounding the three dwarves with sad looks on their faces.

Loyal Dwalin, the tough bald dwarf, was now crying like a helpless child, lying on top of the three of them.

Not far away, a pale but tall orc corpse was left unattended.

"Fortunately, you are here!" Gandalf was the first to notice Lann, who was stunned while riding on the Qilin. He walked towards this side with a sad and serious face.

"Someone is waiting for you. Thank God, I thought he wouldn't be able to wait."

"Thorin!" cried Gandalf. "I have brought him!"

Lan followed Gandalf and saw that the three familiar dwarves were breathing less and more.

Thorin reluctantly looked up at him.

"I think I am going to die." He said intermittently, blood still oozing out of his mouth. "I will soon be reunited with my ancestors in the halls of Mandos, and we will leave each other when the world revolves."

"And since I must give up my treasures and go to a place where they mean nothing, I at least hope to gain your friendship, Lan."

He forced a smile through his bloody mouth, and this smile made Dwalin, who was crying on top of him, even closer to collapse.

"I wish to undo all the bad words and slander I have spoken against you in Lonely Mountain. Can you accept that?"

"I know you'll accept it. But it's a pity that I wanted to say goodbye to everyone, but it's too late."

Without waiting for Lan to respond, Thorin turned his increasingly empty gaze to the sky.

At this time, there was no longer a single dark cloud in the sky of Gushan.

Lan En had a wooden face.

Beside Thorin, Fili and Kili, with only their last bit of strength left, held their uncle's hands.

The elves looked sad; they were beautiful creatures who naturally understood the pain of others.

Gandalf and Dwalin spent a long time with Thorin.

But in the midst of grief, the witcher stepped forward, roughly pulled Dwalin away from Thorin, and pushed the others away as well.

Everyone thought he was losing control of his emotions.

But the witcher himself had a sullen face and squatted beside the three dwarves.

"I am not here to see you in such a cowardly state, Thorin Oakenshield."

"Now, it's time for the doctor to appear!"

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(End of this chapter)