Chapter 250: The Carrock and the Orc Bolg

Because the Orcs in the Orc Town had basically run away, in order to find an unlucky guy, Wayne drove the magic flying carpet and searched in the Misty Mountains for two hours, and finally found an Orc hunting small animals near a hidden cave.

Nothing to say, in Middle-earth, Orcs are the representative of evil, kill them when you see them, no problem at all.

Wayne also followed the customs of the place, directly grabbed the Orc, and cast a Lucky Curse on his face, making the poor little thing look like his soul had been extracted, scared to the point of defecating and urinating.

However, this time, the luck was quite average, only drawing twelve points of luck from him, plus his own double luck, a total of forty-two points, and the other party also became negative thirteen points.

The merciful Master Wayne could not bear to see this Orc suffer from the torture of bad luck, so before leaving, he directly ended his life with a knife, and then continued to the Orc Town to find Gollum's figure.

However, even if Wayne's luck was raised to more than forty points, it could almost be said to be the level of a chosen son.

But I don't know if it was because Middle-earth had a Creator God and was influenced by the so-called Ainulindale script, or if it was because that little monster Gollum had long since left with the Orcs during the chaos.

He searched the entire cave and set many traps and baits, but still couldn't find Gollum, let alone the One Ring.

This made Wayne a bit confused. Without the One Ring, although the subsequent plot of killing Smaug and the Battle of the Five Armies should not have any major changes.

But the plot of The Lord of the Rings seventy years later, destroying the One Ring, the Fellowship of the Ring, and killing the Dark Lord Sauron, that would be a huge change, almost to the point of being earth-shattering.

Wayne, who had searched for a long time without finding the target, had no choice but to hope that the Creator God's Great Music had magical power and could pull things back to the right track.

However, later, after thinking about it, he felt that it didn't really matter much.

After all, seventy years later in Middle-earth, even in the Wizard World, fourteen years had passed. By that time, Wayne's strength would definitely have advanced by leaps and bounds, far exceeding the present.

Even if the Dark Lord Sauron really descended, so what? If he annoyed him, he would just show his health bar and smash that scum.

Perhaps by that time, he could try what it felt like to slaughter a god and mix another epic-level task.

Holding such an idea, Wayne worried for a while, and then honestly continued to search in the mine until night.

However, more than forty points of luck were not without any effect. At least when he was looking for Gollum in the mine, not only did he find many rare ores along the way, some jewelry hidden in various places, but he even directly found the treasure house in the Orc Town.

However, calling it a treasure house was probably relative to humans or Dwarves.

The Orc clan of the Misty Mountains had existed for thousands of years. During this period, the number of members of other races who died at their hands was countless.

The flesh and corpses of these victims turned into the food of the Orcs, but the money and equipment they carried remained.

Their weapons might have been used by those Orcs, but things like gold and jewelry were useless to these primitive and wild savage creatures and were concentrated and stored here, which could also be said to have been abandoned there.

Facing these sudden wealth, Master Wayne was not polite either, called his little assistant Vivian, and began to sweep.

For these gold and silver jewelry, Vivian's interest was clearly much higher. She worked very neatly, shouting excited slogans, and collected everything valuable in that treasure house full of garbage.

With the assistance of the Goddess of Wealth, this treasure house that had been hidden by the Orc Town for thousands of years could be considered to have seen the light of day in another way.

All of them became numbers in the Wealth Bank, and thirty-six thousand Orens was the final total value of this treasure house.

Although its quantity was not as good as the giant treasure house of the Gantuwa Continent, such a windfall also made Wayne quite pleasantly surprised.

However, Master Wayne was still quite disciplined. Although the Dwarves didn't contribute much in this battle, he still decided to give each of the other members of the expedition team a share of the spoils afterwards, worth about ten thousand Orens, which was also a commemoration of everyone's experience of fighting together.

By the time he returned to the camp, the time had also come to the evening.

The camp guarded by the Deathclaw Robin made a group of Dwarves sleep very soundly. When Wayne walked to the campfire, he found that the Dwarf Prince Thorin was staring at his broken arm in a daze. His expression was not sad or regretful, just staring at his broken arm, wondering what he was considering.

He did not disturb this prince who had lost his arm, but found a clean stone, entered a state of half-meditation and half-sleep, and waited for the passage of time.

This night passed very peacefully. With the Deathclaw, this beast, as a deterrent, no beast or enemy dared to come to raid the camp.

Everyone slept well, and then the next morning, they began to pack their luggage, ready to set off, leave the Misty Mountains, and continue the Lonely Mountain journey.

This was a long and arduous journey. After leaving the Orc Town, they crossed the entire Misty Mountains, crossed grasslands, passed through forests, climbed mountains and ridges, slept in the open, and kept moving forward in this world where more than half of the territory was still wilderness. In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

Because of the war in the Orc Town, the expedition team was not chased by Orcs along the way this time, so they didn't have to choose those remote and steep small roads. Moreover, because the horses were not lost and the logistics were guaranteed by Wayne, their speed was a full double that of the original work.

Under the guidance of Thorin and Gandalf, they approached the Mirkwood and arrived at a wilderness outside the dense forest about two months earlier than in the original work.

And just this afternoon, they were riding on their way, and unknowingly came to a rock that stood high on the ground, with an appearance like a giant bear.

A staircase carved by man extended from the ground to the top of the rock. By virtue of the altitude higher than other places, this rock was a good place to survey the surrounding intelligence.

After seeing this rock, a smile appeared on Gandalf's face. He took a puff of his pipe, turned to everyone and said: "Friends, our expedition this time has already completed more than half. This place is called the Carrock, a very famous landmark in this vicinity. Before long, we will enter the Mirkwood."

"After we pass through the Mirkwood, you will be able to see the legendary Lonely Mountain with your naked eyes."

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Let's not talk about the long and arduous journey of the expedition team, time goes back to the time point after Wayne and others left the Orc Town.

After the team that completely destroyed the Orc Town left, an Orc who was not particularly strong, had a huge suture wound on his head, and had a very terrifying and ferocious appearance, found the camp where Wayne and others had stayed, and found the corpse of the pale Orc Azog in a pile of rubble outside the camp.

A leader who had ruled the Moria Orc clan for hundreds of years was thrown away casually like garbage, left to be swallowed by flies and maggots, without any dignity to speak of.

If it weren't for the fact that the Deathclaw's aura still remained here, making the surrounding beasts dare not come here to forage, perhaps the corpse of this Orc leader would have long since become the food of carrion animals. The Orc with a huge suture wound on his head, after seeing Azog's corpse, couldn't help but tremble all over, his face gloomy, his teeth clenched, and after more than ten seconds, suddenly let out a huge roar.

"Damn it, despicable Dwarves, you will definitely pay the price."

He was not tall, but the roar he made resounded through the entire forest. The anger and hatred contained in the voice made the Orc subordinates following him couldn't help but tremble.

This Orc was named Bolg, the son of the Orc leader Azog, and also his only heir. Although in terms of combat power, Bolg might not be as good as his father.

However, compared to Azog, who looked heroic but was actually reckless, Bolg's personality was more introverted, cunning, and vicious, and his prestige in the entire Orc clan was only slightly inferior to his father.

After releasing the anger and hatred suppressed in his heart through roaring, Bolg was silent for a few seconds, then drew a long-handled battle axe from behind, and slashed fiercely at Azog's already rotten body, directly cutting off Azog's head.

Looking at the head rolling at his feet, Bolg knelt down silently, then took out a small knife from his waist, grabbed his father's head, and peeled off all the rotten skin and flesh on it.

Soon, under his skilled craft of dissecting prey, a huge skull with blood was peeled off entirely.

Bolg tore off the lower jaw of the skull, then used a leather belt to make this skull into a hat and wore it on his head, making his originally ferocious and terrifying appearance even more daunting.

It was not that Bolg worshipped his father very much. In the Orc clan, there was no warm family affection. The reason he did this was just to increase his prestige in this way, and at the same time, he hoped to inherit his father Azog's bravery and become a powerful Orc warrior.

Sure enough, Orcs had a natural worship for this kind of wild and violent behavior. When Bolg personally turned his father's skull into a hat and wore it on his head, the other Orc leaders who originally followed him looked at him with more respect.

This time, Bolg, according to his father's orders, brought nearly a thousand Moria Orc warriors from the underground kingdom of Moria, with the purpose of killing all the Dwarves of the expedition team, especially the Dwarf Prince Thorin, the enemy who cut off his father's arm.

However, now, his father had suddenly died, and looking at the situation, it should have been at the hands of those Dwarves of the expedition team. Such a thing made Bolg quite difficult to accept.

According to reason, although his father did not bring many Moria Orc warriors, with the assistance of those thousands of thin and small Orcs in the Orc Town.

Even if those trash didn't have much combat power, it was impossible for his father not to be able to bring back his corpse with just a dozen people on the other side.

Thinking about such a problem, the Orc leader he sent out to inquire about intelligence rushed over with a look of surprise.

He first glanced at the skull with blood and flesh on Bolg's head with awe, then lowered his head and reported loudly:

"Report boss, we sent people to investigate the situation in the cave of the Orc Town."

"As a result, it was found that there were no living Orcs in the Orc Town. At the bottom of the mine, there were thousands of rotten corpses."

Saying this, the leader looked up at Bolg, whose expression was uncertain, and continued:

"So I infer that this Orc clan in the Misty Mountains may have already collapsed."

"Our people are looking for possible survivors in the mountains to see if they can get some intelligence from their mouths."

Although he also had such a guess in his heart, after hearing this situation from his subordinates, Bolg still found it hard to believe.

In less than a month, the Orc Town with such a large number of people was gone in such a short time.

However, next, no matter whether he believed it or not, the survivors of the Orc Town brought by his subordinates told Bolg some information they saw.

Including that terrifying Deathclaw, and the terrifying assassin who slaughtered hundreds of them every day for ten days.

Such news made Bolg's expression very solemn. He was not an Orc who only knew how to be reckless like his father.

He was a military genius who weighed the strength of both sides before every battle and used all kinds of vicious means to constantly weaken the enemy's strength and do whatever it took to win.

The Moria Orc clan was able to achieve so many victories in the process of rising, and Bolg contributed a lot.

After listening to the reports of his subordinates and the intelligence of the survivors of the Orc Town, Bolg quickly dismissed the idea of continuing the pursuit.

He knew very well that with his current strength, perhaps he was slightly stronger than the thousands of trash in the Orc Town, but not much stronger.

It was impossible to defeat the terrifying giant beast in the mouths of the survivors, and the invisible assassin they mentioned.

These two existences had exceeded the level that ordinary Orcs could deal with, and must rely on equally extraordinary power to deal with them.

After considering for a few minutes, Bolg immediately ordered a leader under his command:

"Now the Orcs of the Misty Mountains have lost the Orc King and have become a mob."

"I will give you half of the soldiers, and you will gather all these Orcs in the mountains and integrate their power in the name of avenging the Orc King."

"It won't be long before we may need to fight a big war. These people will be our cannon fodder and contribute their strength for the rise of the Orcs."

After speaking, Bolg turned over and rode on a strong Warg, and then said to the other half of the cavalry: "You follow me, we are going to Dol Guldur, the power of the Witch-king of Angmar has awakened there."

"We must seek the help of the Dark Witch King, only he can help us defeat the powerful enemy."

"We must avenge Azog and let those damn Dwarves know that we Orcs are the strong ones in this world."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 251 =====