The Infinite Plunder of the Movie World

It became a struggle under the endless attack of the Orcs.

The brink of battle continued: advancing toward the Lonely Mountain, and at the end Thranduil had to join the melee with the archers.

In such a situation, if those Warg detectives were involved, let alone all, even if there were only a thousand or less, only one shock would be enough to declare the defeat of the elves and dwarves.

If it is said that without the addition of the giant eagle in the original plot, I am afraid they will not be able to win.

On the way back to the main battlefield with the Warg scout leader, Ling Mo seemed to understand why this troop, which was enough to destroy the entire battlefield, was not involved in the original plot. I am afraid there can only be one reason, and that is the giant eagle when they entered the battlefield. Destroyed them before.

Whether it is in the original plot or now, the orcs split their troops to attack River Valley Town while fighting head-on, not to deal with the refugees in Longhu Town, but to cut off the back roads of elves and dwarves! "They can't fight on two fronts, Start now and attack Riverdale!"

Asoke exclaimed over the horn, an army of orcs that had not yet engaged in combat had bypassed the frontal field and headed towards Riverdale.

The dwarves continued to maintain the increasingly difficult frontal battle, and Thranduil had to take the elf troops to Riverdale to stop the orcs and guard their back path.

River Valley Town has no defensive strength, and the orcs easily opened the wall and started a tragic street battle with the elves who came.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Asog watched the frontal battlefield. The dwarves had to retreat. The elves lost the town of River Valley little by little. Farther away, the town of Longhu was shivering in front of the orcs. The leader of the orcs seemed to have seen it. In the upcoming victory, Sorin's head will become his trophy, repaying the hatred that Sorin cut off his left hand.

"We've won."

Asog said to himself.

"No way."

A sound that should not have appeared sounded not far away, and along with it was the sound of rolling down.

Asog turned around in surprise. Under the banner he controlled the entire battlefield, Ling Mo sat there smiling and looked back at him. At his feet, the orcs who were supposed to control the semaphore rolled down, and one of them happened to stop at Aso. At Grid's feet, his dying eyes met Asog's. Asoke looked away slightly and saw the scar on the half-orc's neck that killed him.

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It came silently, and Asog didn't hear any warning voices. The orcs defending on this mountain seemed to have been wiped out for a while, as if the orcs who controlled the semaphore were somehow killed at the same time. Solved, leaving an almost identical fatal wound on the neck.

In fact, the guards, who annoyed Asog, quickly realized something was wrong, and without Asog's orders, they roared and charged at the enemy, before being stopped by Tariel who was there.

"Accidental?"

Ling Mo mentioned something disgusting and threw it to Asog, "This is a gift for you."

Asog stepped back a few steps and let the head fall on the ground, seeing the appearance of this head, Asog's pupils shrank suddenly.

"If you are still waiting for the Warg troops, then I have bad news for you, they will not be able to rush to the battlefield in this life."

"I'm sorry, but whether they will come or not will not change the overall situation"

, Asog opened his arms and showed Ling Mo the battlefield under the mountain behind him, "How long can the combined army of dwarves and elves last and you, your arrogance will kill you!"

"kill him!"

Beside Asog, more and more orcs rushed to kill the enemy.

Tariel stood tall and blocked the attack of the Orcs by virtue of the location, but she couldn't stop it for long, especially as more and more Orcs climbed there from the side.

"I really want to kill me with numbers."

Ling Mo sneered, beside him, liquid robots emerged one by one, they didn't take the appearance of anyone, they just kept the human shape of metal color, just like mercury.

As they were activated, their limbs turned into weapons against the rushing Orc soldiers.

Tariel retreated, and she no longer needed to fight. Liquid robots were invincible enemies for the Orcs. They didn't know tiredness, fear, and pain. Orcs' weapons slashed on them. They didn't even evade, let the scars appear and still sent the arms turned into weapons into the Orcs, while their injuries recovered in the blink of an eye.

A simple physical attack is meaningless to a liquid robot, even if it is cut in half, it can be recovered immediately.

More than a dozen liquid robots made it impossible for all the orcs to attack, not to mention that there were more liquid robots constantly appearing. They were not defending, but starting to attack.

"Since it's a war in Middle-earth, it's outrageous to have liquid robots appearing. I try not to let them use hot weapons, otherwise this battle will be too ugly."

, Ling Mo said something he didn't understand to Asog, paused, stared into Asog's eyes, and said, "You're scared"

Asog was really scared, no.

, not because he couldn't understand what happened to those strange silver-white creatures, but because he was afraid of failure, afraid that his long-awaited revenge would vanish because of this accident! The liquid robot stopped the orcs who wanted to rush. , and began to expand, attacking down the mountain, these machines killed all the orcs they encountered along the way, and quickly emptied them.

Asog had realized that he couldn't hold it anymore, glared at Ling Mo angrily, turned around neatly and left.

Ling Mo grabbed the arm of a liquid robot, the arm left the main body and turned into a javelin in Ling Mo's hand, raised his hand and threw it towards Asog.

Aso

Grid's screams could be heard from far away, the javelin made of liquid metal pierced his shoulder and pinned him to the ground, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't shake the javelin.

Tariel looked at Ling Mo, "Why not kill him."

"I have no obsession with killing him. This is my gift to Thorin, if he gives up his desire for the wealth behind him and kills him from that mountain."

Ling Mo said.

Some of his liquid robots continued to clean up the orcs on the mountain, and blocked any orcs from disturbing Ling Mo, and more liquid robots were thrown into the battlefield below.

The addition of this group of new troops, even though the number is not large, they are almost indestructible, and their terrifying combat power has greatly eased the pressure on elves and dwarves.

However, there are many, many orcs, and this battle will not be over for a while, at least in the scene, the orcs are still the dominant side.

"How to control this"

Ling Mo asked Tariel.

"Wish I could tell you, but it seems that only the Orcs know what their semaphore means"

, Tariel looked astonished, "Oh, by the way, you just killed them all."

"Then it doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want"

, Ling Mo jumped down from the flag, pulled out... the javelin and Asog, who was pinned to the ground, thought about it and pinned him to the rock wall, giving him a chance to see the battlefield with his own eyes.

Above them, the semaphore of the orcs began to convulse as if they were insane, and the Orc troops below were also convulsed.

From a distance, they couldn't see that Asog was actually pinned to the rock wall, and they couldn't see that it was an elf who controlled the semaphore, but the change of the flag was so obvious that they almost subconsciously began to change according to the semaphore's order.

A moment ago, the semaphore told them to attack with all their strength, and then told them to retreat, and then divided a part of the army to attack the side, but in fact there was nothing there.

Attack, defense, retreat, etc., etc., these orders came in one go, making the orcs dizzy.

The dwarves and elves who fought with them soon discovered that their brutal enemy had become: like a fly, running around on the battlefield like a lunatic, although this did not change their own disadvantages, but they had the opportunity to Breathe, you can rebuild the defense line, but take the opportunity to attack the weak point of the orcs.

"What is this, the way you beat us?"

Asog sneered, "You can kill me and disrupt my army, but you can't change your inferiority.

They'll soon find out what's wrong here, but they'll keep fighting, and even without orders, they'll kill every enemy they see!"

"Look there again, Thorin is there, I don't seem to see him"

, Asog sneered, "His soldiers are fighting on the battlefield. I know where he is hiding. He must be hiding on his grandfather's throne and afraid to cry."

"I think you'd better stop talking"

, Ling Mo kept ignoring Asog, who was talking non-stop there, until at the end, "You may have triggered a skill called Crow."

Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight gifts

Asog also had to admit that the reality was always against him.

When he thought the victory was in his hands and said that we had already won, Ling Mo ran out and killed all his guards, and now he is still nailed to the rock wall.

When he mocked that Thorin was just a little man hiding behind the fortress and crying, the dwarf's horn sounded from the lonely mountain, the golden bell smashed the fortress blocking the main entrance, and with the roar of the bell, Sorin threw Go down the endless gold of Lonely Mountain, throw down the ridiculous robe, and fight again as a warrior.

Thorin crossed the line of defense that the dwarves had retreated to the front gate, and killed the swarming army of orcs.

Behind him, he followed closely with the dwarves who had gone through this adventure, and further behind, the dwarf army, which had only been able to support under the attack of the orcs before, put down their defensive posture and followed in the footsteps of their king to kill the number of people. Still outnumbered by their far too many orcs.

Obviously they were the one under siege, but now they are actively attacking.

This has always been the case. In this kind of cold weapon war, morale is always so important. The arrival of Thorin gave the dwarves a shot in the arm. It was impossible to support an effective front. Obviously there are so many of them, but from the overall battlefield, they are actually: retreating! By the way, at the rear of the dwarf camp, there is an old dwarf man who is screaming and charging at the same time. Lin's father, it is said that his mental state has improved a little before, but it seems to be aggravated now.

"So how long can their morale be maintained? Sooner or later, their physical strength will be exhausted."

, Asog spit out blood and insisted: "I still have countless soldiers."

As if to verify his words, a kind of bat, a huge bat like a wing 1, densely like a bee flying through the mountains, rushing into the battlefield with a piercing sound.

Spiritual power swept away the nearby giant bats that wanted to attack here, Ling Mo was surprised: "Yo, you still have the air force?"

"However, we have giant eagles."

He saw that the only remaining chariot was making a way for Thorin, pointed there, and said to Asog: "Your fateful adversary is coming."

Sorin headed towards Raven Hill, where Ling Mo was located. The middle section was the most difficult. Without the protection of their companions, they could only keep rushing forward to prevent them from losing speed and being besieged. .

However, after rushing through the middle section, the pressure suddenly disappeared, and the liquid robots fighting on the other side across the Orc army had cleared the way for the chariot, and then stopped the Orcs chasing for them.

The chariot stopped under Raven Hill, and Thorin and his companions got out of the car. They were stunned to find that there was a liquid robot standing in every passable place here, and the corpses of orcs were everywhere near them.

Moreover, the robot guarding the mountain pass made a gesture of invitation to the soldiers.

"There's one thing I haven't had a chance at.

What the hell are they, the race I never knew?"

Thorin didn't put down his guard. Although these robots were helping him along the way, he didn't know what it was, except that they were also fighting orcs, and he couldn't even tell their camp.

"At least they're helping us"

, to be able to give such an explanation, his insight is a little insufficient here.

Take precautions all the way to Raven Hill

, The liquid robots they encountered were like sculptures, and they ignored them. When they reached the top of the mountain, they finally understood why the semaphore of the orcs was the same as that of mental illness. It turned out that the one who operated the flag was a Sindar elf! "I think I already know what's going on."

Thorin waved his weapon and strode to the place where voices were vaguely heard.

"Oh, you came a little later than I expected, why, what's the delay on the way?"

When Ling Mo saw Sorin and the others, he said with a smile.

"A lot of passionate orcs don't want us here"