Chapter 248: Thorin's Revenge Battle

In terms of body shape, the Orc Azog was even larger than Wayne.

However, when Wayne, wearing blood-red armor and carrying the Oath of Victory Sword, held Azog by the back of his neck with one hand, dragging him like a dead dog toward the outside of the mine, there was no disharmony.

Amidst the blood and rain, Wayne's image was set off like a hero in mythology, and the Orcs in front of him were like ants in front of a hero, making the members of the expedition team who had been paying attention to him unable to help but feel reverence.

With a whistle, the Deathclaw Robin, having received the master's order, immediately let out an excited roar toward the direction of his master.

The strong hind limbs twisted fiercely, and the thick tail with barbs swung out a semicircle like a cannonball, swinging toward the Orc scum in front of him. This was one of the Deathclaw's most powerful attack methods.

Accompanied by unimaginable huge force, the first few Orcs hit by the iron tail exploded into a piece of blood mist, just like red berries being stepped flat.

Subsequently, more than a dozen Orcs were also directly whipped to the point of bone fracture, vomiting blood, and flew out of the platform, falling into the bottomless mine.

Just one tail-sweeping attack immediately cleared a large area in front of him, killing nearly twenty Orcs.

Such killing efficiency made the surviving Orcs around instantly somewhat sluggish. The morale and courage that were already scarce, after losing the leader, the Orc King, dissipated rapidly, and the attacks that were like scratching an itch also became more powerless.

However, whether it was Wayne, the Deathclaw Robin, or the members of the expedition team, they would not show mercy because of the enemy's weakness, but instead killed even more fiercely.

If it weren't for being in a cave and unable to use the sixth-circle spell Thundercloud Storm, Wayne would definitely have thrown this spell on the heads of those Orcs.

However, even without spells, he was not short of attack methods.

Whether it was relying on his powerful physical fitness to cut melons and vegetables, or using alchemy bombs to bomb fish, his killing speed, although not as open and closed as the Deathclaw, one against ten, one against a hundred, was still something that Thorin and other Dwarves looked up to.

Soon, before the mirror clones disappeared, the passage leading to the mine entrance was directly killed through under the attacks of Wayne and the Deathclaw. Any Orc blocking the way was either cut into minced meat or fell into the bottom of the mine.

This made Wayne can't help but think, at this time, Gollum, who possessed the One Ring and lived at the bottom of this mine, could eat a full meal for a long time.

However, this kind of thought just flashed by, and the matter of the One Ring was not urgent to deal with.

When there were no obstacles ahead, Robin excitedly ran to his front, lowered his head, and waited for him to ride up.

Wayne dragged Azog, who was still in a coma, with one hand, turned over and sat on the back of the Deathclaw, and after greeting the others of the expedition team, the group soon withdrew from this mine.

This was, after all, an Orc cave in the Misty Mountains, and the Orcs inside probably added up to several thousand. Although it was not impossible to continue fighting, Wayne's main goal had been achieved. After killing the two leaders of the Orcs, for a long time, they became a pile of loose sand.

And enemies who are a pile of loose sand are far easier to deal with than those who are united, organized, and commanded.

The expedition team evacuated very quickly, and because the Orcs in the cave had no command, they easily broke away from the tracking and returned to the cave where they were camping.

Just sitting down to rest, an old voice said excitedly:

"It is truly a miracle that can be recorded in an epic. The great adventurer Wayne killed the Orc King of the Misty Mountains on the journey to the Lonely Mountain and captured Azog, the Orc leader of Moria, alive."

Balin among the Dwarves stood beside Thorin, his white beard trembling constantly because of excitement, and he sang in a singing way, telling of Wayne's achievements, laughing loudly at Wayne and other Dwarves:

"When I see other clansmen alive, I must tell them about this great thing, tell all the descendants of the Dwarves, and let them know what a great expedition our Lonely Mountain trip is this time."

Balin's prestige among the Dwarves was second only to Thorin, and his words immediately aroused the response of other Dwarves. Others immediately followed to praise, sing, and loudly praise Wayne's strength and achievements.

And the Dwarf Prince Thorin looked seriously at the pale Orc in a coma in Wayne's hand, his expression quite complex, with memories, regrets, and trance, but the most was the bone-deep hatred.

After listening to the praise of the Dwarves, Wayne glanced at Thorin and then at Gandalf, who had been stroking his beard with a smile on his face.

He coughed lightly, showed a gentle smile, and said to the members of the expedition team: "My friends, you can't say that. Success this time is not my credit alone. If it weren't for your brave fighting and helping me attract the attention of the Orcs, our plan would not have been completed so well."

"Perhaps this matter will be recorded in some legends, but I think what is worth praising is not just me, but every member of our entire Lonely Mountain expedition team. We are all heroes who defeated the Orc clan of the Misty Mountains."

Everyone lifts the sedan chair, although the Dwarves were not as important as Wayne said, and in fact did not kill many Orcs, but in order to establish a good relationship with them, he did not hesitate to praise and share the credit with everyone present.

And others, including Bilbo, indeed killed quite a few Orcs in the battle just now, more than they had killed in the wars they had participated in in the past.

Hearing Wayne's praise and hearing this powerful adventurer call them heroes, everyone felt very excited, a feeling of honor, lingering in their hearts, and the entire expedition team also became closer because of this victory.

After everyone finished sighing, Wayne threw Azog, who was like a dead dog, into the center of the crowd, looked at the Dwarf Prince Thorin, and said softly: "Thorin, one of your commissions, I have already completed. Azog is here, almost intact. As for when you want to duel with him, it is up to you to decide."

Looking at the strong Orc with pale skin, whose one broken arm had been replaced with an iron fork, lying in the center of the field, Thorin stared at him fixedly. After a few seconds, he looked up at Wayne, his expression serious, his tone solemn: "Thank you, Wayne, my friend."

"Azog is the Orc that our Durin clan most wants to kill. You have completed my commission, and our Durin clan will be your friends forever."

Saying such words, the handsome Thorin Oakenshield took a light breath, turned to everyone present, and said:

"No need to wait. The Orcs just killed are not enough, not enough to satisfy our hatred for Orcs."

"Now, it is I, grandson of Thror, King Under the Mountain, son of Thrain, Thorin Oakenshield, who will fight to the death with this sworn enemy of the Durin family, this dirty Orc leader Azog."

"His death will also be a great victory in our Lonely Mountain expedition this time."

Thorin's heroic words immediately aroused the praise and cheers of the surrounding Dwarves, and in such a noisy environment, Azog soon woke up.

This strong Orc with pale skin first shook his head, which was still a bit dizzy, and found that he had arrived in a strange place and was not tied up, so he was a bit surprised.

Then, he looked at the members of the expedition team around him with full vigilance, his gaze stayed on Wayne for more than ten seconds, and finally looked at the Dwarf Prince Thorin, who was standing in the middle of the crowd's encirclement and standing opposite him.

Looking at the other party's hateful expression, this Orc immediately understood his situation and the other party's meaning. He chuckled and said in the common language: "Thorin Oakenshield, descendant of the King Under the Mountain." "It was you who cut off one of my arms, making my glory suffer shame."

"Now, do you want to take advantage of the fact that I am unarmed to kill me?"

"It doesn't matter, Dwarves are all such despicable and shameless guys."

"However, as a brave Orc, even if I die, I will not be captured without a fight. Even if I am unarmed, I will use my fists and teeth to kill you, this despicable guy."

Hearing Azog's statement, Wayne couldn't help but find it a bit funny. Since when could an Orc, the most low-class in the dark forces, act like a hero so righteously?

This pale-skinned Orc could become a leader, it seems that not only was his combat power outstanding, at least his brain was not stupid.

His mockery was quite successful. In order to prove himself to his companions, and also to avenge his father and grandfather openly.

After hearing Azog's provocation, Thorin immediately threw a short sword at him angrily, while he himself remained in the configuration of an Oakenshield and a Dwarf long sword, patted his chest hard, and roared angrily: "You Orcs are the dirtiest race in the world, you are the shame and tumor of Middle-earth."

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you, pick up your weapon, and have a duel to the death. I will avenge my family and my clan."

"Azog, you will die here today!"

After getting a weapon, Azog no longer pretended. He knew that he was likely to be in bad luck today, so he already had the will to die in his heart, wanting to kill this Dwarf who cut off his arm before he died.

Without too many words, the battle between Thorin and Azog broke out instantly. The Dwarf Prince and the Orc leader were both battle-hardened warriors. However, in terms of physical fitness, Azog, whose body shape was even stronger than Wayne's, was clearly more dominant.

From the very beginning of the battle, he took the upper hand. Although he held a short sword that was not so handy, relying on his brute strength and a fighting style that did not fear damage, he immediately suppressed Thorin fiercely, making him retreat repeatedly, his expression ferocious, resisting desperately.

However, Thorin, as a Dwarf Prince, carried the excellent bloodline of the royal family. In terms of combat power alone, he was the strongest among the Dwarves in the expedition team, and his personality was also the most forbearing and tenacious. Soon, in the difficult battle, he found a way to counter Azog.

That was to use his advantage of being short, attacking the lower three paths, making this Orc leader, who had a huge body and slightly inferior flexibility, distracted to resist attacks on his lower body.

Such attacks really made Azog very uncomfortable, and he suffered quite a bit.

However, in cold weapon combat, people who are strong and powerful are still more dominant.

Azog and Thorin went back and forth, using all their combat power to fight for their lives, but in the end, it was Thorin who was forced into a desperate situation first.

The shield he held, which was replaced by an oak trunk, could no longer bear the damage in the constant slashing, and it burst and fell off.

In the moment of distraction, Azog's blade fiercely slashed Thorin's left arm.

Blood flew, and a thick palm fell in response.

And because of the severe pain of the sudden broken arm, Thorin couldn't help but let out a miserable wail, staggered several steps, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Seeing such a critical situation, the other Dwarves were all pale, their expressions both shocked and nervous, and they couldn't help but reach for their weapons, but because of the sanctity of the duel, they didn't dare to intervene.

Even Gandalf, who had been watching the battle from the side, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, pursed his lips tightly, and his hands holding the staff turned white because of the force.

Having avenged his own broken arm, Azog did not show mercy. After laughing wildly, he immediately raised the short sword in his hand and was about to make the final blow to Thorin, who was lying on his back on the ground.

This pale-skinned Orc suddenly shrank his pupils, finding that he had lost control of his body. The sword that could definitely cut off Thorin's head actually slashed crookedly, hitting the stone beside the Dwarf's head.

And Thorin was not a coward. He soon woke up from the pain of the broken arm.

When Azog's blade slashed crookedly, he immediately seized this opportunity to turn defeat into victory. Enduring the pain of his left arm, the Dwarf long sword in his right hand immediately stabbed upward, directly into Azog's heart, giving this Orc leader a fatal blow.

However, Azog, who could stand out from the cruel Orc survival system and become the leader of a strong Orc clan, was not an ordinary person. Even if his heart was stabbed and he had no possibility of living.

But he still gathered his own strength, regardless of the Dwarf long sword stabbing more thoroughly, directly pounced on Thorin, and bit Thorin's neck fiercely with his sharp teeth.

He let out a desperate roar, using all his remaining strength, constantly tearing at the neck muscles of Thorin, trying to bite his enemy to death alive.

At this critical moment of life and death, Thorin also erupted with all his will to survive. Even though his left arm was bleeding profusely, his right hand still held the long sword tightly, using the greatest strength to constantly stir in Azog's heart, trying to destroy his heart to the greatest extent.

Dozens of seconds later, this strong pale Orc finally lost all his vitality and completely lost his life.

And Thorin, who was pressed under him, was not much better. He lost too much blood, his face was pale, and his neck was full of wounds from biting. If it weren't for luck, the main artery was not bitten, perhaps he wouldn't have had the strength to kill this Orc before Azog bit him to death.

However, even so, when the other Dwarves of the expedition team rescued him from under Azog in a hurry.

This once handsome Dwarf Prince was also covered in wounds, his whole body stained with blood, and he had fallen into a dying state.

He reached out and held the palms of Balin and Fili, as if explaining his last words, whispering something. The other Dwarves couldn't help but shed tears, feeling sad for their Prince.

And Wayne, who was standing not far from him, frowned slightly, considering whether he should continue to save this grandson of the King Under the Mountain, this prince who had a nervous breakdown in the original work and caused many people's dissatisfaction because of greed.

In the end, Wayne sighed. After all, they had been together for more than a month. Although the relationship could not be called intimate, they were teammates who fought side by side.

He stepped forward, walked to Thorin's side, turned his head to look at Gandalf, who was looking sad because he was helpless, and then said to Balin and the other Dwarves:

"Everyone, make way, let me try, maybe I can still save him."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 249 =====