Chapter 66: The Doom of Azog (Part II)

Just as Allen was fighting fiercely against the Trolls with his subordinates.

Within the ruins above Ravenhill, sounds of battle also erupted; the Dwarves led by Thorin Oakenshield and the Orcish led by Azog were likewise locked in a fierce fight.

The outpost ruins on Ravenhill were not particularly large, and Azog, who had laid an ambush with his personal guards, easily cornered the Dwarves who were searching for him.

The first to enter Azog's ambush was Fili's group; this young Dwarf Prince encountered a sudden attack by the Orcish in a narrow tunnel.

Caught off guard while walking, Fili was struck on his left arm by a heavy blow from Azog.

Suddenly suffering an attack of such immense power, this sturdy young Dwarf was sent crashing through the cliff of the abandoned outpost, creating a large hole.

This inadvertently helped the Dwarf squad, as both ends of the tunnel were already blocked by Orcish.

Fili was lying outside the collapsed wall at this moment, his left arm twisted in an unnatural shape, and he had fallen into a semi-conscious state.

But at this time, the Dwarves were in groups of five, and the other four elite Dwarves, who were extremely experienced in combat, reacted immediately under Azog's surprise attack.

Two of them jumped straight out of the hole, dragged Fili away, and ran into the distance.

The other two used their own lives to block and delay the Orcish pursuit, resisting the Orcish attacks at the tunnel entrance with their lives.

Fili, who subsequently regained consciousness from his stupor, endured the intense pain from his left arm and, supported by the two veterans, shouted loudly for help from the other Dwarves.

Soon, the Dwarf squad led by Thorin Oakenshield, Fili, and Dwalin heard the sounds and came to support; after gathering together, they charged toward Azog's direction.

By the time they arrived, the two Dwarf warriors who had been holding off the pursuers had already ceased moving under the frenzied attack of a group of Uruk soldiers.

Thorin Oakenshield, who had arrived with his soldiers, saw this scene; without needing much talk, the two sides clashed fiercely.

Although the number of Dwarf warriors was far fewer than the Uruk soldiers, they were skilled in coordination, possessed exquisite martial arts, and were high in fighting spirit under the leadership of Thorin Oakenshield—they were true elites.

Even though the number of Uruk soldiers was more than double that of these Dwarves, after forming their formation, they still maintained the upper hand in the battle, and Uruk soldiers were constantly dying at their hands.

Thorin Oakenshield, who was fighting the Uruk soldiers, stabbed an Orcish to death in front of him; as the Dwarf Prince drew his sword, his gaze lifted and happened to see Azog standing atop the ruins.

He raised his right foot and kicked the enemy's corpse away, while shouting loudly at his nemesis: "Azog!

!"

Azog, who was above the ruins, heard him; he looked at the panting Thorin Oakenshield, sneered with his scar-filled face, and then retreated into the darkness.

In fact, Azog was waiting for the Trolls' support, but for some reason, their figures were nowhere to be seen, while the sounds of battle from the center of the mountain drifted up; the Orcish commander decided not to wait.

Watching Azog disappear into the darkness, Thorin Oakenshield thought the fellow was going to run, and could not help but feel anxious, hacking and slashing at the Uruk soldiers before him even more vigorously, wanting to pursue Azog.

Of course, Azog would not run; he also had the humiliation of his severed arm to avenge. It was not just Thorin Oakenshield who wanted to kill Azog; Azog also wanted to kill Thorin Oakenshield.

If possible, Azog did not want to let Kili and Fili, the two young Dwarves with royal blood, go either, wanting to let the bloodline of Thror all die by his own hands.

Soon, he walked out of the darkness of the ruins with a dozen Pale Orcs who, like him, possessed massive bodies.

These Pale Orcs were the elites among his personal guards and were his own kin, all possessing combat power only slightly inferior to his own.

Azog led them and charged straight toward the Dwarf squad; as soon as they joined the battlefield, they brought immense pressure to the Dwarves who had formed a formation.

These Pale Orcs generally did not use those small Curved Blades, but rather Great Axes, maces, and hammers that were more suited to their physiques.

These heavy and powerful weapons allowed these Pale Orcs to hold the upper hand in their struggle against the Dwarf warriors.

Their attacks, filled with power, were enough to knock back the sturdy Dwarves, creating more attacking opportunities for the more agile Uruk soldiers.

For a time, the Dwarves fell into a disadvantage in the battle against the Orcish.

Several Dwarf warriors, under the attacks of these Pale Orcs, were separated from the Dwarf group; their physiques could not withstand such attacks, and they were instantly surrounded by Uruk several times their number, struggling bitterly.

The other Dwarves could only struggle to fend off these massive white Orcs, with no time to attend to anything else.

And Azog, wielding his own mace, charged toward Thorin Oakenshield; he wanted to personally finish off this dwarf who had cut off his arm.

Facing Azog's fierce attacks, Thorin Oakenshield could only dodge in a sorry state; he had been fighting the Orcish for a long time.

Many Orcish had died under his sword, and the several Orcish corpses lying over there were only a part of his results.

But the price was that Thorin Oakenshield's body was already exhausted.

Even though Thorin Oakenshield's heart was still filled with the desire to fight and the fire of revenge, he knew the state of his body.

Now, he could not even withstand one full-force attack from Azog and could only seek opportunities for a counter-kill while constantly dodging.

The situation of the Dwarves on the field was also precarious; under the coordination of dozens of Uruk soldiers and a dozen Pale Orcs, they were completely suppressed, and the moment of death was not far off.

"Awoo—"

Just at this moment, a roar belonging to a beast startled everyone present; accompanying the roar, the figure of Beorn appeared before the crowd.

As soon as this great bear appeared, it locked its eyes on Azog, who was entangled with Thorin Oakenshield; driven by hatred, Beorn smashed through everything in his path.

Whether it was Uruk, Pale Orcs, or even Dwarves, all were sent flying under the impact of his massive frame.

Azog, hearing the roar, also saw Beorn in the spare moment while attacking Thorin Oakenshield.

He never expected to see the plaything from the cage of the past in this place, but Azog also knew the terror of the Skin-changer.

Knowing that danger had arrived, Azog used a fierce attack to force Thorin Oakenshield back.

Subsequently, Azog turned quickly and ran to a ruin; before Beorn could catch up, he climbed up, hid in the darkness, and then a voice came out, "Gather to me."

The Orcish nearby on the field one after another pushed away their opponents and gathered toward Azog, guarding near Azog's ruins and confronting the arriving Beorn.

At this time, Azog walked out from the darkness again, looking down at Beorn from a high vantage point.

Azog's heart was filled with anger; if only he had a little more time, Thorin Oakenshield and these Dwarves would definitely die by his hands.

Beorn, who had missed his target, raised his head, glared with a pair of blood-red eyes, bared his teeth, stared fixedly at Azog, and slowly walked forward.

Beorn did not care much about the enemies blocking his way; he was only worried that Azog would run away.

At this time, Allen, who relied on his two legs to walk, finally climbed up as well; seeing Azog standing on high, he drew his Noldor Rune Bow without hesitation.

Azog, who had been keeping a close watch, discovered Allen and the Twilight Knight he led at the first moment, and simultaneously recognized Allen's identity.

Seeing Allen take out his bow and arrow, Azog turned and hid once again in the shadows of the ruins.

His ear-piercing voice rang out from the ruins: "Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and that ridiculous Skin-changer, you are merely making a dying struggle; my great army is already about to cross the mountains and enter the Lonely Mountain."

As if to verify Azog's words, at this moment, bats covering the sky and sun flew above Ravenhill and immediately launched an attack on the people on the field.

Whether it was Allen and his Elf subordinates, or Thorin Oakenshield and his Dwarf subordinates, even Beorn the Skin-changer was constantly waving his own weapon under the attack of the bats, driving them away.

After all, these bats were so enormous, each with a wingspan of over a meter; by working together, a few of them could even lift Dwalin bodily off the ground.

Fortunately, Allen was quick-witted and agile, using his Greatsword to hack two of the bats to death and save the Dwarf warrior Dwalin; otherwise, the fellow would have been miserably dashed to his death.

Seeing this scene, Azog emerged from the shadows, laughing loudly. After he finished laughing, he continued, "See that? See that? This is the power of my master. Fear! Tremble! You are all going to die here today."

Subsequently, the Orcs, with the cooperation of the bats, engaged the group in battle once more.

Azog did not descend, watching his army with smug satisfaction as they closed in on the coalition forces that had prepared for battle at the Lonely Mountain.

Just as Azog was becoming carried away with himself, dozens of Great Eagles flew in from the southwest of the Lonely Mountain.

Faster than their silhouettes were their cries.

"Skree—ah!"

This was the reinforcement Radagast had invited from the Misty Mountains according to Gandalf's suggestion.

Azog also heard this sound; instantly terrified, he turned his head to look toward the Great Eagles.

By this time, several Great Eagles had already reached the sky above Ravenhill. They merely used the wind pressure from their flight to scatter the countless bats there, and then they followed the other Great Eagles to charge toward the Orcs who were about to engage the coalition forces.

Azog stared blankly at the sudden turn of events; he still had not forgotten the fear these Great Eagles had brought him in the Misty Mountains.

But now, the messengers of Manwe brought him an even deeper fear. His second legion was routed under the swooping attacks of the Great Eagles, and then they were frantically slaughtered by the charging coalition forces.

This intense psychological disparity left Azog stunned in place, and then, he felt an unbearable pain coming from his thigh.

This pain made his legs go weak, and he tumbled off the ruins.

It turned out that Allen, having shaken off the bat attack, saw that Azog was just shaking his head constantly and looking into the distance, while his body stood there motionless.

How could Allen let such a situation pass? He immediately drew his Rune Bow and fired an arrow at Azog, aiming directly at Azog's unprotected thigh.

The Cone-headed Arrow shot by Allen pierced directly through Azog's thigh, and then this Pale Orc fell from the ruins.

Beorn, who had been keeping a close eye on Azog, shook off the Uruk soldiers around him and charged straight over, incidentally knocking aside the Orcs who were preparing to cover Azog.

Immediately after, two slaps slammed into Azog's chest, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed from Azog's mouth.

Then Beorn bit into Azog's body, shaking him frantically and using his body as a weapon to swing at the Pale Orcs who were preparing to come to the rescue.

This great bear vented the anger in his heart wantonly. When he had vented enough, he released his mouth and flung Azog's body into the field, where it slid like a rag doll right to the feet of Thorin Oakenshield.

Thorin Oakenshield looked at this enemy who had suffered such ravaging yet still hadn't died. He said nothing, only raised his weapon high, and in the midst of Azog's still ferocious and terrifying gaze, he swung his sword down and severed Azog's head.

After this, Thorin Oakenshield looked at the dead Azog, and his heart relaxed, as if the heavy burden that had been pressing on him had just vanished.

This Dwarf Prince stood dazed for a while, then suddenly sat down on the ground as if he could no longer support himself.

The Dwarves hurried over, anxiously asking their King if something had gone wrong.

As for the Orc guards still alive on Ravenhill, upon seeing their leader dead, they were all struck with terror and ran toward another path.

Beorn still wanted to pursue, but was stopped by Allen.

"Beorn, let them run. Soon they will spread the news of Azog's death throughout the entire Orc army. By then, no Orc will dare to oppose us."

Allen then looked at his comrades around him and said loudly, "Everyone, we have won this battle."

After speaking, Allen also plopped down onto the ground. Along the way, he had been forcing himself to fight from the front lines all the way here, and his body was already nearing its limit.

Now that the overall situation was settled, Allen finally relaxed. The Twilight Knights behind him also sat down behind Allen one after another; they were tired too.

Only Beorn, this great bear, knew no fatigue. He turned and walked downward; he wanted to see how things were with Wulf.

In fact, there was no need to look; Allen could guess that with the appearance of the Great Eagles, the Uruk soldiers defending Ravenhill must have already collapsed.

Otherwise, even if his body were nearing its limit, Allen would have led his soldiers to charge down again, rather than plopping down here.

Thorin's situation was much the same; not long ago, he had been deeply trapped in the torment of Dragon Sickness, unable to extricate himself.

Now, having gone through multiple battles, both his spirit and physical strength had reached their limits, which was why he sat on the ground uncontrollably.

At this time, the Dwarves had already split off a portion of their soldiers to begin collecting the bodies of their fallen kin.

Just then, Thorin, who had struggled to his feet, came to Allen's side. Such a tragic battle left Thorin Oakenshield with no desire to discuss other matters.

Instead, he asked directly about the situation of his father, Thrain II.

"Allen, is my father well? When can he return to the Lonely Mountain?"

Allen did not know the situation of Thrain. In the movie, Thrain was indeed full of vigor and could even fight with Gandalf, who practiced both sword and staff.

But a few days ago, Allen learned from Gandalf that the situation of Thrain II was actually not good.

After all, this current King of the Lonely Mountain was already nearly three hundred years old, which was a great age even among Durin's Line.

Moreover, he had spent decades in the torture of Sauron. To be honest, Allen felt it was a miracle that the old man was still alive.

In Allen's memory, the lifespan of a Dwarf could not be enhanced by a Ring of Power; one could only say that Thrain II's will to survive was truly too strong.

With several pieces of information flashing through his mind, Allen did not answer Thorin's question directly, but looked at this friend who had regained his senses and said, "Thorin, after things are over, I suggest you go to Lothlorien to see him. That place is very suitable for a patient to recuperate."

Upon hearing this, Thorin's expression became much more desolate. He could hear from Allen's words that his father's condition was very poor.

Just as Allen and Thorin were talking, the Orc army from Gundabad had already collapsed.

They had suffered attacks from dozens of Great Eagles from the very beginning. Although these massive birds living in the Misty Mountains could not cause too many direct deaths,

the Great Eagles relied on their wings and the wind pressure generated during flight to disrupt the Orcs' formations, while simultaneously causing these smaller fellows to fall directly into a dizzy state.

Lord Elrond, Thranduil, Gandalf, and Dain Ironfoot led all the soldiers on the field to launch a direct charge toward these Orcs.

With the help of the Great Eagles, they were unstoppable as they slaughtered the Orcs from the Misty Mountains.

Especially the Light Cavalry led by Fatis and the Goat Cavalry led by Dain Ironfoot; they charged and hacked all the way, having completely broken away from the main force to kill deep into the enemy's ranks.

As long as the Great Eagles swooped down from high altitude to smash the Orcs' formations, they would immediately charge in to slaughter them.

The Orcs, suffering such fierce attacks and receiving no further orders, soon fell into a situation of fighting on their own. Subsequently, the news of Azog's death spread like wildfire.

The Orcs, having lost their leader, immediately fell into a panic, and then began to flee in large numbers.

The coalition forces pursued them from behind until the sun set, and only after they were exhausted did they return to the Lonely Mountain.

According to incomplete statistics, at least nearly twenty thousand of the Orcs who came to reinforce had died under the cooperation of the Great Eagles and the coalition forces.

After midnight, all the members of the coalition forces returned to the Lonely Mountain.

And Allen and Thorin had already walked down from Ravenhill long ago.

Thorin returned to his Kingdom of Erebor.

As for Allen, he returned to Dale.