Chapter 242

The Deathclaw is worthy of being a terrifying monster in the post-apocalyptic wasteland world that uses its physical body to carry power armor.

The Wargs, originally known for their ferocity and cruelty, all became little brothers in front of this huge fierce beast. Clearly, they were in groups of twenty or thirty, with numbers far exceeding their opponents, working together to besiege the Deathclaw.

But from a distance, it looks like the Deathclaw is frantically slaughtering a group of helpless little mice.

Even the sharp teeth that the Wargs are proud of have no effect when biting on the Deathclaw's skin. They cannot break the defense at all, and even bite marks cannot appear. On the contrary, some Wargs broke their sharp teeth directly because of the difference in bite angle.

The Deathclaw Robin opened its blood basin mouth at the Warg pack and let out a roar that shook the sky, directly shaking the three Wargs at the front, making them shiver, subconsciously curling up their bodies, and forgetting to dodge.

Then they suffered the attack of the Deathclaw. The huge sharp claws directly slapped on the back of a Warg, and with a click of bone breaking, the Warg was directly slapped with internal organs bursting out, without even making a wail, and was slapped into meat sauce.

And Robin's other claw grabbed fiercely downward, directly grabbing an orc and a Warg together into its hand, and then it was like eating fruit, while squeezing out juice, while directly stuffing it into its blood basin mouth.

It directly made its mouth full of red blood and minced meat, looking both bloody and dirty.

Perhaps it was the wild nature of slaughter that had been suppressed for a long time that was released at this time. Chewing the dirty corpse, the Deathclaw let out an excited whistle, making the surrounding orcs and Wargs shiver.

And this scene was also seen by Wayne flying in the sky.

He couldn't help but frown, let out a sharp roar from his mouth, and then pulled the Dragon-Slaying Bow in his hand. A huge steel arrow shot out, instantly nailing an orc and his Warg to the ground together.

Hearing the master's voice, the Deathclaw, which was very excited because it could slaughter to its heart's content, suddenly became like a scolded child, and its majestic and domineering expression became a bit wilted.

With a smack, it spat out the corpse that had just been bitten into its mouth, and then began to use both hands and feet to continue slaughtering the surrounding Wargs.

The Deathclaw's most powerful weapon, besides their sharp and strong forelimb claws and strong upper and lower jaws that can bite through steel, the most powerful one belongs to the thick tail full of barbs they possess.

After seven or eight Wargs and orcs were slaughtered by the Deathclaw like playing, the leading orc leader also knew that they could not defeat this terrifying giant beast head-on, and they all hoped to use the Warg's agile speed, with some attracting the Deathclaw's attention in front, and others quietly bypassing the Deathclaw's back to carry out a sneak attack.

However, an even more desperate thing happened. The thick tail of the Deathclaw Robin, which was full of sharp barbs and nearly three meters long, was like a steel sickle. Whenever a Warg approached its back, this tail would be like having spirituality, turning into a residual shadow, instantly slapping on the Warg, directly slapping this ferocious beast full of muscles, and smashing it into meat sauce, or even cutting the Warg's body into two sections because the force was too great.

Such terrifying lethality immediately scared those orcs and Wargs, and also made them realize that this terrifying giant beast is a perfect killing machine and not something they can deal with at all.

However, it was already a bit late. This batch of more than thirty Wargs and a dozen orcs were killed by the Deathclaw in less than five minutes.

And those who wanted to escape because they saw the situation was not good could not escape Wayne's super archery in the air at all.

By the time Thorin, Gandalf, and other dwarves arrived, the battle was nearing its end.

There were bloody corpses everywhere on the grass, half of which were directly slapped into minced meat by the Deathclaw's strong sharp claws, and the other half were cut into two sections by the sharp tail.

Even those fleeing Wargs and orcs all became ghosts under Wayne's archery, turned into death statues nailed to the ground by huge steel arrows.

This tragic scene not only shocked the dwarf warriors who had participated in various battles, but the most miserable one was Bilbo who had never participated in any battle.

This peace-loving Hobbit was almost scared to faint by this scene. With the support of a dwarf named Bobo, he kept stroking his chest with his hand, trying to stabilize his mood by breathing desperately.

And after seeing the combat power of Wayne and his pet Deathclaw Robin, everyone present no longer doubted the strength of this human adventurer. This is a strength that has surpassed ordinary warriors, and I am afraid it can be compared with those strong men in legends.

Without Wayne and Robin, facing so many orcs and Wargs, their expedition team could only flee desperately and could not defeat these enemies at all.

Radagast, who had just joined Gandalf, looked surprised, scratched his hair full of bird droppings, and asked Gandalf: "Who is this human? And what kind of creature is the beast with him?"

"I have been in the forest for so long, but I have never seen such a beast. I am afraid that even the descendants of those evil gods are not the opponents of this giant beast."

Gandalf touched his beard and kept looking at the Deathclaw with surprised eyes. The appearance of this giant beast reminded him of dragons and lizards.

And its powerful combat power, even for a Maia like Gandalf who didn't know how long he had lived, had to admit that except for some powerful beasts personally created by the Creator God, the combat power of the Deathclaw could probably be ranked in the top twenty.

And just when the team members were sighing, Wayne flew down from the sky, then reached out and grabbed an orc from the ground, which was also the only one with a complete body, grabbed the back of its neck like grabbing an old dog, and threw this orc who was still struggling in front of the dwarves, or more accurately, in front of Gandalf.

Wayne jumped off the magic flying carpet, one foot stepped on the orc's chest, and the powerful force made the orc almost unable to breathe, his eyes full of fear of death.

"This is a prisoner I left behind. Regarding the information about the orcs, do you have any questions you want to ask, Gandalf?"

Before Gandalf could answer, Thorin said seriously:

"Don't waste your effort, Wayne. The language used by orcs is different from ours, and although they are despicable and shameless, they rarely betray their companions. Many people have tried to ask for information from the orcs, and finally returned without success."

"We might as well kill this scum now and let this disgusting Orc become a corpse early."

Wayne did not refute upon hearing this, but turned to look at Gandalf and asked this knowledgeable wizard:

"Can you understand the language of orcs, Gandalf?"

Gandalf touched his beard and nodded: "Yes, orcs use Sindarin similar to elves. Although there are some differences, I should be able to understand."

Wayne nodded, and then without any avoidance, drew an Axii Sign in the air with his finger. An invisible force instantly poured into the brain of the orc who was still struggling, making it stop struggling, its pupils dilated, its expression dull, and it fell into a state of being hypnotized.

"He is controlled by my magic. You can ask him about the situation of the orc pursuers. He cannot lie now and cannot refuse to answer questions."

After listening to Wayne's words, not only Gandalf, but everyone present showed surprised expressions. They didn't expect that besides powerful combat power, Wayne could actually use such magical magic.

However, Gandalf reacted quickly, without delay, and quickly asked several key questions, such as the location of the pursuers, the number of pursuers, and who the leader of the pursuers was.

A few minutes later, when the orc answered all the questions and lost its use value, Wayne kicked its chest expressionlessly, directly kicking it seven or eight meters away, like a rag bag hitting a stone, vomiting blood and losing its life.

And others didn't care about this, all recalling the information they had just obtained with a solemn face. The orc who led the orcs to pursue the expedition team this time was none other than the mortal enemy of the Durin clan, the orc king Azog from the Misty Mountains, the orc who once killed Thorin's grandfather.

And the orcs he led were as many as hundreds, and the number was still increasing, which was not something the expedition team could resist. Of course, this was just the idea of others, Wayne didn't think so.

Even worse, Azog had already issued a heavy reward for the dwarf prince Thorin. Not only the orcs here, but all orc forces on the way to the Lonely Mountain had received this reward and were likely to participate in the hunt for the expedition team.

This news made everyone feel heavy. The journey along the way was already very dangerous and full of difficulties. If you add the continuous orc pursuers, they all doubted whether they could safely reach the Lonely Mountain.

And just when everyone was immersed in this somewhat heavy news, Wayne suddenly said: "Orc King Azog, just an Orc, could he be stronger than Smaug?"

After everyone looked at himself, Wayne looked at Thorin and said: "Prince Thorin, do you want to add another contract condition?"

"Next time, after we see this so-called Azog, I will help you capture him alive, bring him to you, and let you take revenge yourself?"

"As for the reward, I heard that there is a metal in the dwarf treasure called Mithril. The Mithril armor made with it is very strong and very light, which is a very magical equipment."

"If I help you catch Azog, the Durin clan will give me ten pieces of Mithril armor, how about it?"

Hearing Wayne's question, Thorin frowned first and didn't want to agree to this condition. He thought he could deal with Azog and didn't need other people's help.

However, when he saw the worried expressions of his companions, he considered for a few seconds, and then nodded and said:

"Your proposal is very interesting, Wayne. I believe you have such strength."

"However, you must bring Azog to my side completely, not a corpse."

"I want to have a fair duel with him. I will defeat him, cut off his head, avenge my grandfather, and avenge the dwarves of the Durin clan."

"If you can do it, I am willing to modify the contract."

As Thorin's voice fell, Wayne's ears heard the system's prompt sound again.

Ding! Task triggered, 【Capture Azog Alive】 Master-level, do you accept it? Wayne laughed and nodded without hesitation. Other dwarves in the expedition team were also encouraged by Thorin and Wayne's spirit and laughed one after another.

This Lonely Mountain task is really worth it. So far, besides escorting the expedition team to the Lonely Mountain, Wayne has also obtained the task of killing Smaug and capturing Azog alive from Thorin, two Master-level, one Epic-level, adding up to a total of three high-level tasks.

The coolest thing is the task of killing Smaug, which is the easiest Epic-level task he can complete at present.

【Kill Smaug】

Level: Epic-level.

Task: Kill the evil dragon Smaug.

Reward: 3000 experience points, Epic-level Treasure Chest *1, Ability Value +3.

The task is simple, the reward is generous, and it doesn't take too much time.

Middle-earth is opposed to good and evil. The tasks in this world are always so simple and clear, without any ambiguity, which makes Wayne like this place very much.

It is conceivable that as long as he persists in triggering tasks, during this Lonely Mountain trip that lasts for several months, he will definitely be able to obtain more high-level tasks and harvest continuously.

Just when the members of the expedition team were laughing, suddenly a rumbling sound of horse hooves came from the direction of the battlefield just now, as well as the neighing of horses with a little panic.

Along with these sounds, there was also the roar of the Deathclaw Robin.

Hearing these sounds, Wayne's face changed, leaving only one sentence to others in the team.

"I'll go over and see the situation."

Then he drove the magic flying carpet and flew towards the direction of the Deathclaw.

He was not afraid that anyone could hurt Robin. With the current lethality of the Deathclaw, no matter what enemy it deals with, it is basically grabbing to death and touching to death.

The terrifying appearance of this monster is easy to arouse the hostility of others. If it causes a large number of casualties due to carelessness and triggers contradictions with other races, it would be bad.

The speed of the magic flying carpet was very fast. By the time Wayne flew back to the sky and looked at the location of the Deathclaw, he immediately saw dozens of knights wearing silver-white armor, even the horses they were sitting on were covered in armor, surrounding the Deathclaw with a cautious posture.

Seemingly hesitating whether to attack this terrifying giant beast.

And Robin was very obedient. Before getting the order from its master Wayne, it did not show much hostility to these little silver-armored knights in front of it, just staring at the creatures in front of it with its fierce dragon-like vertical pupils, and its blood basin mouth full of fangs intentionally or unintentionally made a deterrent roar, showing its terrifying combat power.

The two sides had not yet conflicted, which made Wayne breathe a sigh of relief.

He drove the magic flying carpet and, under the gaze of those silver-armored knights, flew to the top of the Deathclaw, looked at the knights in front of him with a condescending posture, and said: "Who are you, are you in the same group as these orcs?"

Hearing Wayne's voice, the opposite side was silent for a few seconds, and a knight wearing a face mask, with a tall figure and riding a beautiful horse, walked out of the crowd.

He took off his helmet, revealing pointed ears and a handsome appearance, looked up at Wayne standing on the magic flying carpet, his expression was slightly surprised, and said: "I am the Elf King Elrond of Rivendell, we are here to hunt down orcs."

"This gentleman in front, may I ask who you are?"

(End of this chapter)