Chapter 247: Beheading and Capturing Azog Alive

The Orc Town of the Misty Mountains is not so much a small town as it is a large mine or cave with complex terrain.

And the Orc race, it is said, were captives of Elves, humans, and other races caught by the Dark Demon Lord Morgoth in the past, who were turned into deformed monsters after being polluted and tortured by dark power.

After they bred across the entire Middle-earth continent, these Orcs would gradually evolve into different postures and different clans to adapt to the environment of each region.

And the Orcs in the Orc Town, because they lived in dark and narrow caves for a long time, resulted in their body shapes being generally petite, their eyesight being very poor, and they liked to dig caves and set traps, with living habits similar to Goblins in fantasy worlds.

Compared to those Orcs at the bottom who were exploited for labor, the Azog clan, which had now migrated to the former Dwarf Kingdom of Moria, had become stronger and better at fighting. They implemented semi-military management and already had a more dominant position compared to their former kin in the Misty Mountains.

Last time, after suffering heavy losses in the siege of the expedition team, Azog sent a message on one hand, asking his son Bolg to lead more Orcs from Moria to rush here, and on the other hand, directly sought out his old friend, the Orc King in the Orc Town, an old Orc who had ruled the Orcs of the Misty Mountains for nearly a thousand years, to discuss matters.

After the leaders of the two Orc clans met, there was not much small talk, and they directly began to discuss various plans to deal with the expedition team together.

As the saying goes, peers are enemies. In fact, it is not just the Dwarf race that hates Orcs; as the sworn enemies of the Dwarves, the Orcs also hate these greedy and stubborn little dwarves very much.

When Azog brought the news of the expedition team to the Orc King and was willing to pay a large reward, this cunning old Orc immediately agreed to join forces.

Anyway, in the heart of this old guy, the thin and small Orcs under his command were just his slaves, and sometimes they would even be used as reserve food for other strong Orcs. Even if some were lost, it didn't matter.

And just as they were discussing how to swallow the grandson of the former King Under the Mountain, the Dwarf Prince Thorin, alive and turn him into a delicious meal.

Suddenly, a huge explosion came from somewhere in the cave, and what followed was the shouting of a group of noisy Orcs, and a terrifying beast roar that made people tremble with fear.

Azog's expression moved, thinking of the Wizard who could fly in the sky in the expedition team when his subordinates reported to him, as well as that terrifying giant beast.

He immediately frowned and said to the Orc King:

"It is very likely one of the Wizards among those Dwarves. He can use some magic-like means. It should be that they have found your cave."

"It is said that they also subdued a terrifying beast with very strong combat power. Many of the Orcs under my command died at the hands of that beast."

The Orc King, upon hearing this, immediately felt that he had lost face in front of Azog, angrily picked up the metal scepter at hand, and fiercely hit the head of an Orc beside him a few times, roaring loudly:

"Send people over to see what happened there, you trash, bring me the enemy's head, I want to eat fresh meat today."

Because he only accepted food offered by his subordinates all year round and did not need to hunt or fight himself, the Orc King's body shape had far exceeded that of ordinary Orcs. His body was as fat as a fatted elephant, his legs had almost degenerated, and he usually sat on a wooden bed, relying on his subordinates to move him.

As the leader who had ruled the Orc Town for nearly a thousand years, this Orc King had extraordinary ruling power among the Orc clans of the Misty Mountains.

It could even be said that in such a long time, more than half of the Orcs in this clan were his offspring and had a blood relationship with him. No one dared to disobey his orders.

Following his loud shouting, it soon attracted the surrounding Orcs who were digging. These Orcs were short and had small eyes, but their movements were relatively flexible. Their skin was swollen and ulcerated, basically without any armor, and they held weapons like pickaxes and iron shovels. Then, under the Orc King's order, like a swarm of bees, they rushed toward the direction where the explosion sound came from.

Soon, under the Orc King's shouting, the number of the team surrounding him rose rapidly. Within a few minutes, nearly a thousand Orcs holding simple weapons gathered around him.

A group of people crowded on the narrow passage like a suspension bridge, swaying, and even a few unlucky ones were squeezed off the suspension bridge by their companions and stuffed into the bottomless abyss below.

Therefore, in Azog's view, although these Orcs were numerous, they could not be compared with the Orc warriors under his command that could be called elite. They were just a mob of crooked melons and cracked dates.

There was no complete class division, nor had they undergone any military training. They were just like a group of noisy refugees. Even if they were numerous, it was difficult to form any effective combat power.

When Azog and the Orc King, surrounded by a group of Orc subordinates, came to the location where the battle took place together, things were about the same as he had expected.

What appeared before their eyes, the most conspicuous was a monster that was eight meters tall, with dark brown skin, a face somewhat similar to a dragon, but with more developed muscles, huge horns, a more terrifying appearance, and no wings.

This monster stood directly on the passage at the exit of the mine, and two huge and sharp claws, like an excavator, constantly slapped, cut, and tore at the Orcs rushing toward it. The huge power, like a hot knife through butter, easily crushed those little mice who were less than one meter tall.

And the other two roads leading to the mine had already been blown up by unknown weapons. Many buildings originally built on those two roads directly collapsed, and together with the Orcs living inside, they fell to the very bottom of the mine, almost impossible to survive.

Behind this monster, as the target scheduled by Azog and the Orc King, the Dwarf Prince Thorin was leading his companions and Bilbo, as if provoking, while constantly cursing with all kinds of dirty words, while using the crossbow in his hands, occupying a favorable terrain, shooting and killing the Orcs on the passage from top to bottom.

With Robin, this terrifying Deathclaw, as a meat shield on the passage, no Orc could cross this natural chasm. Even their once-proud wooden throwing spears and short-handled flying axes, used with all their might to smash on the Deathclaw, could not break Robin's defense or cause him any damage.

Even if the number of Orcs in the mine exceeded a thousand, rushing toward them like a black tide, the expedition team with the Deathclaw as the vanguard was like a solid reef in the sea. No matter how the waves surged, they remained unmoved, rapidly harvesting the lives of the Orcs.

In less than ten minutes, black, viscous blood had been flowing down the gaps of the suspension bridge toward the bottom of the pit. The ground was dyed into a bloody color, and a large number of corpses were abandoned by Robin to the bottom of the pit. The death of their companions also caused the passion of this mob to cool down rapidly.

And the Deathclaw also killed very excitedly. Sometimes he was no longer satisfied with guarding one place, but walked on all fours, using various weapons on his body, killed through the enemies in front, and then killed back in the opposite direction. Among this group of scum, there was no one who could withstand a single blow from him.

Seeing such a scene, Azog frowned, finally seeing the terror of that monster with his own eyes, while the Orc King was very frustrated. Having dominated the depths of this land for thousands of years, he had almost forgotten the taste of failure and setbacks, just constantly using the iron-headed scepter in his hand to fiercely smash at the Orcs beside him, cursing, letting them attack more fiercely.

And just at this moment, Azog suddenly felt a cold killing intent coming from behind him, and a low voice said in Sindarin: "Found you!" "White-skinned Orc, I suppose you are Azog and the Orc King."

Before Azog and the Orc King, who was being carried on the heads of a group of little brothers beside him, could react.

Suddenly, from a rock wall above their heads behind them, a figure appeared, wearing blood-red armor, with a terrifying appearance and great deterrent power, carrying a gorgeous two-handed sword on his shoulder.

It was Wayne, who had been lurking in the mine, searching for enemy generals.

Facing a mob, beheading tactics are always one of the most cost-effective, fastest-acting, and best-effect methods.

Wayne's speed was extremely fast. After saying a word, his body leaped directly from the wall like a cannonball. While still in mid-air, he quickly pinched an enhanced version of the Aard Sign with his right hand.

When he landed beside Azog and the Orc King, only his left hand was seen slapping the ground fiercely.

Boom! A loud noise! Thick Chaos Magic gushed out from his palm, and a powerful shockwave spread rapidly around him with him as the center.

The huge power directly hit the Orcs surrounding the Orc King and Azog, blowing these thin and small Orcs away like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Countless dust and debris flew, forming a large circular open space.

This impact force was very huge. Those Orcs who were blown away were almost all shaken to the point of internal organ displacement, vomiting blood, and some unlucky ones even had their chests and brains shattered, dying in advance while still flying in the air.

And because the central venue was instantly cleared, those Orcs standing on the periphery were immediately pushed back several steps by the huge force.

Because this floating suspension bridge was not large, dozens of Orcs fell directly into the bottomless pit because their footsteps stepped into the air.

However, just after such a fierce blow ended, and other Orcs were preparing to save their leaders and rush toward the center regardless of their lives.

Wayne's figure suddenly became blurred. In the blink of an eye, he immediately changed from a figure wearing blood-red armor into seven identical blood-armored knights.

With the territory cleared by the Aard Sign as a base, under the blessing of his superb swordplay, those seven gorgeous two-handed greatswords instantly turned into death scythes harvesting lives, starting to harvest lives at an extremely rapid speed.

Sending out mirror clones with only half the strength to block the Orcs rushing from all directions, Wayne's main body rushed toward his target without hesitation.

Even though the Orc King and Azog had already realized the danger and were preparing to flee from his side.

But the Witcher's speed, far beyond ordinary people, did not give them any chance to escape.

Without any bells and whistles, under Azog's gaze, Wayne leaped lightly, the two-handed greatsword in his hand turned into an afterimage, directly using a powerful strong-style sword technique, cleanly and without any stagnation, splitting the Orc King, who was still in a somewhat dazed state, into two halves from top to bottom.

After completing the feat of killing the Orc King, Wayne's left hand instantly erupted with another strong Aard Sign, directly shaking the Orc King's corpse together with the remaining Orc laborers who were scared silly, flying off the suspension bridge and falling into the bottomless mine.

From the moment he made a sound, to descending from the sky to kill the Orc King, and then to destroying the corpse, the whole process took no more than ten seconds.

Because the Orcs here had relatively low strength, many of them lost the leader who had ruled them for thousands of years without even realizing it.

And because of the narrow terrain in the mine, the advantage of numbers was severely limited. The other six powerful mirror clones easily blocked the Orcs rushing from other places with the sharp two-handed greatswords in their hands.

After killing the Orc King, under Wayne's intentional holding back and control, the other Orcs were soon killed by him, and only the figures of Azog and the two of them remained on the platform.

And in the battle just now, this strong Orc with pale skin, holding a big knife in one hand and having the other broken arm replaced with an iron fork, also performed quite fiercely.

Being able to become the leader of the Orcs entrenched in Moria, Azog's notoriety had been circulating in Middle-earth for hundreds of years.

Thorin had gained quite a reputation because he stood on equal terms with him in battle, used his Oakenshield to block his attack, and took the opportunity to cut off one of his arms.

No one could deny that in Middle-earth, Azog was a quite elite warrior.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately just an ordinary Orc. Although his body was very strong, he could neither use magic nor have special abilities. Facing a six-sided warrior like Master Wayne, he ultimately appeared very powerless.

Seeing that the time for the mirror clones was more than half over, more and more Orcs were rushing from all directions of the mine.

Wayne suddenly showed a slightly mocking smile at Azog, who was already panting from exhaustion, and his left hand, which was not holding the sword, suddenly snapped his fingers. Under the action of Chaos Magic, wrapped in powerful magic, the power of the Axii Sign instantly rushed into the brain of this pale Orc.

Although Azog's fighting will was very firm and his body was full of violent and angry emotions, facing Wayne's Axii Sign, he was still controlled for three seconds.

And it was these short three seconds. When Azog came back to his senses, Wayne's figure had already appeared behind him, and his left hand wearing an iron glove fiercely punched the back of his head, knocking him dizzy, and he soon fainted.

(Wuwuwu, ten thousand words will be updated tomorrow, none today.) (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 248 =====