Chapter 47: Bolg, Die

It was already the afternoon two days later when Allen saw the silhouettes of the Wolf Riders from afar.

The weather today was not very good; the sun was flickering in and out behind the clouds, and by now it should have already set behind the other side of the Misty Mountains.

This made the dense forest on the eastern edge of Mirkwood appear even gloomier.

And the distance between Allen and Bolg was gradually closing in the environment where the sky was slowly darkening.

Even while galloping on horseback through the dense forest, Allen locked onto his target at a glance: the leader of these Wolf Riders, the pale-skinned Bolg.

Allen finally confirmed that he had caught up to the target he intended to kill.

As Allen approached, the Wolf Rider troop heard the commotion; they stopped, turned around one after another to look toward Allen, and entered a state of alert.

And just as these Wolf Riders turned around, they had already completely entered the attack range of Allen and his personal guards.

Allen and his personal guards quickly reined in their horses, drew their Noldor Rune Bows one after another, and poured Noldor arrows toward the Wolf Riders.

Fourteen people, fourteen bows, fourteen arrows—in a situation of a surprise attack, there was almost no possibility of missing.

The armor on the Orcish bodies was like paper; it could not stop these arrows engraved with runes at all, and every one who was hit tumbled off their Warg.

Some Noldor arrows, relying on the powerful force of the Noldor Rune Bows, even pierced through the abdomens of the Orcs, killing the Wargs along with them.

Bolg received special attention from Allen; his first arrow, originally aimed at Bolg's heart, was luckily dodged, piercing his left shoulder which had no armor protection, and Allen's second arrow shot dead the Warg beneath him just as it was preparing to turn.

At this moment, Bolg, with his injured shoulder and having tumbled to the ground, was also very depressed; he never imagined that there would be enemies behind him chasing them, as he had been guarding against the Woodland Elves in front.

And now, by the time he reacted, the enemy had already poured two volleys of arrows at them, and more than a quarter of his own men were already dead.

As for himself, he had to climb up from the ground immediately, call for a Warg, mount it, and begin organizing his subordinates to counterattack.

Such a wretched encounter made his face become even more hideous.

And when Bolg finished organizing his troop and charged toward Allen and the others.

The third volley of arrows from the Humans and Elves covered them once again.

By this time, the Wargs, having been prepared, began to consciously dodge the arrows, and this time very few of them fell.

Bolg reacted quickly, side-stepping to dodge an arrow shot at him by Allen, and then he saw Allen's face clearly.

Even though many years had passed, Bolg had not forgotten this face, this audacious Human who dared to intercept and kill him in the Misty Mountains.

In this instant, Bolg recalled the mockery of other Orcs, and the punishments and cold words of Azog.

A surge of rage rushed straight to his head, causing him to lose his reason entirely, and his hideous face looked even uglier at this moment.

Allen did not care what Bolg was thinking; he looked at the charging Wolf Riders, let out a whistle, and led his personal guards to run in the direction they had come from.

Yes, Allen intended to rely on the speed and stamina of the Elf Horses, which far exceeded that of the Wargs, to kite these guys to death.

A chase battle began just like this, with Allen leading his personal guard unit and running continuously in the front.

Moreover, they deliberately maintained a distance from the Wolf Riders, neither shaking them off nor giving them the illusion that they could catch up.

In the process of running, they kept drawing their bows and shooting arrows behind them, looking for opportunities to kill the Wolf Riders who were pursuing them.

Although these Wargs were all very cunning and treacherous, whenever they saw an enemy aiming at them, they would lower their speed and dodge left and right.

But facing the concentrated fire of many people, they still could not avoid it and tumbled to the ground one after another.

Very soon, the Wolf Riders pursuing Allen became fewer and fewer, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

Bolg was indeed worthy of being an expert who could beat Legolas until his nose bled; he survived under Allen's special attention.

Multiple shots from Allen and Holimion were dodged by him, and there was even one time when it was blocked directly by his weapon.

Until the end, he hid among the dense mass of Wolf Riders, making it difficult to lock onto him.

And at this moment, he had already calmed down from his anger; he perceived Allen's intention, but he was now in a position where he could neither advance nor retreat.

He had already seen that the horses ridden by the Elves were extremely fast, far exceeding their Wargs; running away was absolutely impossible, and they would only be caught up during the flight and die a shameful death under the arrows of these Elves.

Moreover, he believed that facing the current situation, he was not entirely without a chance.

Most of the subordinates he brought this time were Azog's elite guards, whose combat power was much higher than ordinary Orcs.

The Wargs they rode were also stronger and more ferocious.

At this time, the sky had already turned dark, and very soon, it would become pitch black here.

Even though more than half of his men were already dead or injured, their numbers still exceeded Allen's group by more than two times.

Bolg did not believe that in the dark of night, the warhorses of the Humans and Elves could still outrun the Wargs beneath him.

Even if they could outrun them, it would be impossible to accurately shoot them with bows and arrows in the dark.

At that time, the identities of both sides would immediately change, and at the very worst, he would still have a chance to run away.

Allen certainly could not let this battle enter the night completely; in the dark, his disadvantage was simply too great.

He had already prepared for a decisive battle with Bolg, but he still needed a more suitable location; launching a charge against the Wolf Riders in the forest was truly somewhat unwise.

Furthermore, Allen's personal guards were getting further and further away from him in the forest, and he needed a place to regroup his unit.

He had already chosen that place while he was pursuing: it was the bank of the Running River.

There were almost no trees near there; fighting a decisive battle there, Allen's advantage would be greater.

Very soon, the two cavalry units rushed out of the forest one after another and arrived at the bank of the Running River.

At this moment, Allen no longer led his personal guard unit to continue running, but shouted "Prepare for melee" and turned his horse around.

At the same time, he hung the bow in his hand on the horse, gave a shout, gathered his unit, and charged toward the Wolf Rider troop.

And Allen's personal guards, the Twilight Knights, also followed the order, drew their Noldor Rune Longswords one after another, turned their horses' heads, and followed in Allen's footsteps.

Under the completely dark sky, white lights flashed across the Rune Longswords raised by the Twilight Knights.

On the galloping fast horses, they were just like streaks of lightning, charging toward the Orcish troop.

Watching Allen's unit turn their horses' heads and adopt a stance for a decisive battle, Bolg became excited; he laughed, and that face was even more hideous than when he was angry.

This was the moment he had been waiting for, and also the opportunity he believed he could win.

He loudly ordered the surrounding Wolf Riders to launch a charge, while he himself charged straight toward Allen.

He wanted to personally finish off this Human and wash away his shame.

Just as he was galloping, Bolg saw a flash of white light in Allen's right hand, and a Disposable Cavalry Lance over two meters long appeared out of nowhere.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was closing rapidly.

Allen quickly set his posture for a lance charge on horseback and charged toward Bolg.

He was not confident he could finish off Bolg in close-quarters combat, so he fully utilized the wisdom of his ancestors: one inch longer, one inch stronger.

Cavalry combat is just like this: bloody, direct, and cruel.

Allen kept fine-tuning the position of the lance tip, aiming at Bolg who was galloping toward him from the opposite side.

Yet, in this situation, Bolg actually entered a state of trance.

Even though it was night, the Orcish vision was extremely clear; Bolg truly could not understand where the cavalry lance in the Human's hand had come from.

After two seconds, Bolg reacted; Allen had already charged right before his eyes. Startled, he fiercely rolled off the back of his Warg.

Just as Bolg had finished rolling off, Allen's cavalry lance pierced directly through the Warg's neck and thrust toward the Pale Orc's original position.

If not for Bolg's quick reaction in jumping off, he would have already become a part of a candied haw-thorn skewer.

At this time, a Warg without a master followed behind Bolg and launched a pounce toward Allen's Elf Horse.

Allen casually released the Giant Lance and timely controlled the Elf Horse to dodge most of the force of the Warg's pounce, while the remaining strength did not even scratch the scales of the Elf Horse.

The Twilight Knights, like streaks of lightning, charged out from the ranks of the Wolf Riders completely unscathed and gathered by Allen's side.

The ranks of the Wolf Riders, however, were left in tatters under the charge of the Twilight Knights.

Those surviving Wolf Riders were somewhat panicked; they had realized that this opponent was completely different from the Human or Elf cavalry they had encountered in the past.

These Elf horses were not afraid of the Wargs beneath them at all, nor were they afraid of the sharp blades in their hands.

Their Curved Blades struck these Elf horses as if hitting Human Chain Mail, only able to leave a shallow mark on the horses' bodies.

The Elves on horseback also possessed extremely superb combat skills; in the short moment of crossing paths, they killed most of their companions.

The swords in their hands were simply too sharp; some Wolf Riders were even sliced in two during the clash.

Facing such enemies, they were terrified and afraid, looking one after another toward Bolg in the center of the field, hoping he would issue an order to retreat.

Bolg, of course, could not possibly issue such an order, because he knew that retreating meant certain death; facing such enemies, there was simply no running away.

He whistled, called over a Warg, mounted it, and wanted to launch a charge toward Allen's direction once again.

Before he could even start his charge, fourteen Noldor arrows shrouded him, followed immediately by a second wave, pinning him and the Warg beneath him to the riverbank.

At this moment, the surviving Wolf Riders finally fled frantically in all directions.

Under Allen's signal, Holimion led the Twilight Knights to pursue the fleeing Wolf Riders.

Allen dismounted and came before the still-twitching Bolg; one had to admit that the vitality of an Orc is indeed strong.

Even with his body riddled with arrows, Bolg did not die immediately, but lay on the ground staring with dead-fish eyes, fixedly watching Allen as he walked over.

Allen walked to Bolg's side, not to whip the corpse; a Bolg in this state certainly could not survive—how could one live with an upper body full of arrows?

Allen was very interested in the armor on his body, because in the movie, the equipment on Bolg that looked like scrap metal had actually blocked a slash from Legolas using Orcrist, which had left a deep impression on Allen at the time.

And at this moment, the scrap metal on his body had likewise blocked many Noldor arrows shot at him, which made Allen very puzzled, as these arrows were enchanted.

Allen looked at the silver-gray shining armor on this guy and kept feeling that it might have been smelted with Mithril; after all, Azog controlled Moria, and even if they dared not mine, they must have obtained a lot of stock from Moria.

Allen found an Orcish Curved Blade on the battlefield, sent the dying Bolg to the afterlife, and then began to dismantle the armor parts on his body.

While dismantling, Allen was half-crazily complaining about Bolg's madness; these armors had grown into his flesh—did this guy have no sense of pain?

After wasting a lot of effort, Allen finally dismantled Bolg's armor completely when the sky turned pitch black, tied it together with cloth strips from the Orc, and fastened it to his own horse; as for Bolg's corpse? Forget it, not worth mentioning.

Allen only cut off Bolg's head to take with him; he prepared to give it to Thorin as a gift, as the grudges between their two families were simply too many.

The Twilight Knights also slowly returned to Allen's side; they were Elves, and while their vision at night might not be as good as the Orcs', it was far stronger than Humans'.

Each of them was carrying a few heads, and then Holimion told Allen that the fleeing Wolf Riders were all here, but a few Wargs had escaped.

Allen nodded, thinking that this pursuit was relatively perfect, and praised his personal guard a few times.

Afterward, he led them toward the direction of Long Lake Town.