Chapter 264: The Battle of the Five Armies (End)

Driving the Magic Flying Carpet and leaving the ground, Wayne took a look at the Orcs and Silvan Elves who were in a fierce battle and whose casualties were increasing sharply.

After considering for a moment, he immediately made a decision.

Since the enemy's ambush and commander had appeared and their morale was high, it was time to give them a head-on blow and dampen their arrogance.

Thinking this way, while setting up a Quen Shield to dodge and block the weapons thrown at him by the Orcs, he exchanged a look with Thranduil, who had returned to the military formation.

His body rose rapidly, detaching from the attack range of other Orcs, and then rushed toward the position where the Orc commander Bolg was located, several hundred meters away.

However, Wayne did not know that this Orc leader Bolg, the son of Azog, had long known from the surviving Orcs in the Misty Mountains that there was a powerful existence in the expedition team.

When he saw Wayne driving the Magic Flying Carpet and rising into the air, he did not show too much surprise.

Just an order was issued, and beside him, six strong Trolls wearing fully enclosed metal plate armor and holding heavy shields and weapons immediately walked over, strictly protecting him in the middle.

And beside Bolg, there were also many elite Orc warriors waiting in full battle array, all aiming at Wayne in the sky with bows and crossbows, seemingly waiting for his approach.

Facing hundreds of long-range bows and crossbows and heavy Troll warriors with astonishing defense, Wayne could not directly launch a frontal attack with such a formation.

He casually took out three Honeycomb Bombs and, while flying over the heads of these Orcs, lit them and threw them down.

However, it seemed that the existence of Alchemy Bombs had also been leaked. The Orcs opposite were well-prepared. Facing the Honeycomb Bombs thrown from the sky, Trolls holding heavy shields immediately rushed up.

Boom, boom, boom, several loud bangs.

The power of the Honeycomb Bombs was not small, but they did not cause any obvious damage to those Troll warriors who were equipped like metal cans.

And even if Wayne wanted to shoot giant arrows with the Dragon-Slaying Bow, he estimated that he could not break through the defense of these heavy-duty Trolls. Such a scene made him unable to help but frown.

It seemed that facing such well-prepared enemies, most of the long-range attacks he currently possessed had already failed.

Except for jumping down and forcibly taking the other party's life in the heavy encirclement, there was no other good way.

However, just when Wayne was considering whether to take some risks and have a hard fight on the ground, Bolg launched another killer move.

Following another order he issued, not far away, a group of Orcs carrying huge horns immediately blew a melodious horn sound.

Seeing this, Wayne was shocked in his heart, thinking: Could it be that the Orc army had other ambushes? He remained vigilant in his heart, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, ready to deal with accidents at any time.

And just when Wayne was guessing, accompanied by a few strange sharp screams, four figures emitting strong momentum and covered in black cloaks suddenly rushed out from the Mirkwood behind the Orc army.

They wore black cloaks, and the armor on their bodies emitted an ominous aura. Inside the helmets was darkness, and only the blurred human faces could be seen.

And what made people marvel the most was that the four knights were not riding warhorses, but ferocious monsters similar to Wyverns.

From the moment they appeared, there was an aura that made people feel fear, constantly expanding from these black knights, and even those Orcs holding weapons could not help but reveal expressions of fear.

These four black knights did not make any sound either. After coming out of Mirkwood, they headed straight for Wayne in mid-air.

And the four flying dragons under them were ferocious, flapping their wings, making annoying roars, as if they were messengers of disaster, carrying their masters, flying fast.

It's the Nazgul! And the other party is not a living person.

Just at a glance, Wayne recognized the background of these Nazgul, but his heart was not afraid, just a little surprised.

The Hobbit movie in the original work did not have these guys appear. It seems that it was because of the butterfly effect he caused that these sharpest claws under Sauron were attracted.

I don't know what breed these flying dragons were. The speed of the four Nazgul was very fast, and they soon rushed to a position less than three hundred meters away from him.

Wayne looked at his Magic Flying Carpet and felt that this precious flight prop should not be able to withstand the attacks of the Nazgul and flying dragons.

Facing the pursuit of these four flying dragon Nazgul, he did not think much, flew quickly toward the palace of the Woodland Realm behind him.

Although he didn't know what confidence these four Nazgul brothers had to dare to besiege him, he didn't dare to take risks with his Magic Flying Carpet and had to wait until he killed these guys before continuing to use it.

And seeing Wayne seemed to want to escape, not only did those Nazgul chase faster, but even those Orc warriors below were also greatly encouraged, as if some climax had appeared, all letting out excited cheers.

Fortunately, Wayne did not leave the Woodland Realm far. After chasing and fleeing with those four Nazgul, it only took more than ten seconds to fly to a broken city wall.

He rolled on the ground, put the Magic Flying Carpet and the Oath of Victory Sword into the space bracelet, drew the Statikk Shiv from his waist, and made a defensive posture, waiting for the arrival of the Nazgul.

To deal with humanoid creatures like Nazgul, short swords are more flexible and easier to exert his strength as a sword master.

As Nazgul selected by Sauron in the past era, each of them is an outstanding warrior among humans and possesses quite rich combat experience.

The first Nazgul to rush toward Wayne was a Nazgul holding a black longsword. The moment the flying dragon under him pounced on Wayne, he jumped down with the longsword, and the sword light in his hand blocked Wayne's direction of dodging, obviously having a plan in his heart.

And Wayne, just as he expected, retreated, avoiding the pounce of the flying dragon, and while dodging, also sent his chest under his sword.

However, different from the broken arm or broken finger situation the Nazgul expected, facing this sword light that was as ruthless and treacherous as a poisonous snake, Wayne did not choose to dodge or block, but reached out his left hand and grabbed it like lightning.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The black longsword and the iron gauntlet intertwined, sparks splashing.

The situation of broken arm or broken finger as the Nazgul expected did not happen. The arm armor worn on Wayne's left hand was made of refined gold and was hard. Although the black longsword in the Nazgul's hand had been magically enchanted, it still could not cause substantial damage to this extremely hard metal. Instead, the swung longsword was grabbed by Wayne in his hand.

After grabbing the longsword, Wayne pulled it backward with force, making the Nazgul lose balance, and the Statikk Shiv in his hand mercilessly took this opportunity to slash at his neck.

However, this Nazgul's combat experience was very rich. The moment he realized something was wrong, he immediately gave up the longsword in his hand, his figure retreated rapidly, narrowly avoiding Wayne's slash.

Although he dodged quite embarrassingly, Wayne had no chance to pursue, because the other three Nazgul also attacked him one after another.

Unfortunately, the size of the flying dragons was too huge, and they could not let these three Nazgul form an effective encirclement. As a sword master, Lord Wayne easily defeated their joint attacks one by one and avoided this siege.

However, the Nazgul, as almost immortal existences, did not have any retreat at all. After one strike failed, they immediately jumped off the flying dragons and, together with their companions, carried out a righteous beating on Wayne.

However, Lord Wayne was also waiting for this moment. When all four Nazgul surrounded him and formed an encirclement, his figure suddenly disappeared, then appeared in a place seven or eight meters away from the Nazgul.

It was a long story, but it happened in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Wayne first threw three North Wind Bombs, and then put his hands together, the chaos magic in his whole body gushing out, using the method of hand seals to cast a charged enhanced version of the Igni Sign. These Nazgul had never seen bombs that could instantly freeze objects, nor did they know that Lord Wayne possessed such powerful spellcasting ability.

They were caught off guard and frozen by the cold air of the North Wind Bombs, and then suffered quite serious damage in the high-temperature explosion that had almost condensed into a dark blue color.

However, after one hit, Wayne still did not show mercy. He knew very well that the Nazgul could no longer be considered ordinary lives. Even if they were seriously injured by the double weight of fire and freezing, they still continued to take action.

The five-second skill interval had just passed. Regardless of the residual high temperature, his body immediately flashed to the side of several Nazgul again. Before these black-clothed knights could react, he used the Statikk Shiv in his hand to cut off their heads.

Gollum! Gollum! Gollum!

The heads wearing metal helmets rolled down the city wall. Although the expressions inside could still not be seen, Wayne could also imagine their grievance at this time.

No way, the Witcher's movements were too fast, and every move was beyond their expectations, whether it was spellcasting ability, Blink ability, or freezing bombs, all were beyond the expectations of these Nazgul, making these skilled warriors unable to exert their strength at all.

Even if these Nazgul were bodies made by the Dark Lord using dark magic, after being cut off their heads, they could not continue to fight and soon turned into a group of black smoke, dissipating in the air.

As for those four flying dragons that lost their masters, perhaps for others, they were quite tricky existences, but for Wayne, who possessed the Dragon-Slaying Bow and was skilled in archery, they were moving targets in the sky. Even if they possessed flight ability, they could not escape his pursuit.

Soon, after the four Nazgul and his mounts were all dealt with, Wayne let out a long breath.

He took a look at the battle situation inside the city wall.

Finding that the Silvan Elf clan had already fought and retreated, transferring the battlefield from the ground to the underground, and transferring to the underground palace they had managed for a long time and were familiar with the terrain, he took a breath again, took out the Magic Flying Carpet again, drove this flight prop, and flew toward the position of the Orc commander, Bolg.

Since the most powerful Nazgul had been dealt with by him, he didn't need to hide his strength anymore. Hurry up and kill the Orc commander, accelerate the rout of the Orc army, and let the Elf clan of the Woodland Realm preserve more strength.

Do what you think.

After setting the goal, Wayne drove the Magic Flying Carpet to rise rapidly at the fastest speed, and then flew toward the position of the Orc commander quickly.

However, Wayne did not know that his appearance startled all the Orcs on the scene.

Whether it was Bolg or those other Orc warriors, they couldn't imagine, were somewhat difficult to understand, and even their brains were a little blank.

You know, the nine Nazgul were all their top bosses, the most powerful warriors under the Dark Lord Sauron, and could almost be said to be existences they couldn't reach.

However, four such powerful warriors who were high above, in front of this short Elf warrior, didn't hold on for five minutes and all turned into ashes, which was simply a bit beyond their imagination.

However, Lord Wayne didn't care what these Orc scum thought, and rushed directly above Bolg and his command post.

No verbal communication.

Lord Wayne took out more than fifty Alchemy Bombs directly from the bracelet, and then threw them toward Bolg's position in one breath in the way of heavenly maid scattering flowers.

He had already figured it out. The three bombs last time didn't hurt those metal can Trolls, not because they were too hard, just because he threw too few bombs.

All lack of lethality is just because the firepower is insufficient.

If one doesn't work, ten; if ten don't work, one hundred. Anyway, he has plenty of money now and doesn't care about consumption at all.

Sure enough, after he threw down more than fifty bombs at once, even if those Trolls tried their best to block, they only blocked the impact of six or seven bombs and couldn't block all the bombs at all.

In a wave of explosions that seemed to collapse the sky and the earth, even the screams below were all drowned in the rumbling explosion sound.

After the dust passed, Wayne didn't need to take action at all. The Orc leader Bolg, who had just been protected by those Trolls, had already been blown into minced meat in those violent explosions, mixed with the corpses of other Orcs around, and didn't know where he went.

And the Orc army that lost the Nazgul and the commander one after another, and then was shocked by Wayne's violent explosion.

The morale of these Orcs spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the enthusiasm for the attack weakened a lot.

Seeing this situation, Lord Wayne was of course killing them all, beating the dog in the water, and his hands were even more vicious.

He took out the Oath of Victory Sword again, then opened the Mirror Image, and together with six equally deterrent clones, opened the unparalleled mowing mode among the Orc warriors, cooperating with each other, and slaughtering them all.

Facing this super powerhouse who beheaded the Nazgul warriors and bombed their commander, any Orc warrior in front of him would appear timid and unable to exert his original combat effectiveness at all.

Coupled with Wayne's surprise attack from the rear, combined with the precision strike of the Blink skill, and the pincer attack from the Elf warriors underground, the lethality increased exponentially, soon killing the Orcs on the ground until they cried for their fathers and mothers, and were defeated.

This battle lasted for about two hours. Wayne never entered the underground, kept chasing and killing those hateful Orcs on the ground. The Oath of Victory Sword in his hand became sharper, stronger, and lighter because it killed a large number of evil creatures, and the improvement was quite huge, making Lord Wayne braver as he fought, and even achieved the achievement of a thousand-man cut.

By the end of the war, when the Elf warriors who hid underground killed their way out from the underground, seeing the countless corpses piled up like a mountain and a sea of blood beside Wayne, they were all shocked and unable to speak.

Elf Prince Legolas and many young Elves all looked at Wayne with admiring eyes, as if looking at a hero who saved the world. Even the well-informed King Thranduil couldn't help but sigh:

"You are the most powerful warrior I have ever seen, Wayne. I am afraid that only those heroes who fought in epics during the First Age can be compared with you."

Regarding his own strength, Wayne was not too humble either. He nodded to the Elf King, thanked him for his praise, and then said thoughtfully:

"Your Majesty Thranduil, when the battle just started, I solved four Nazgul who should have been specifically ambushing me. Obviously, Sauron's dark claws also participated in this war."

"However, there are nine Nazgul in total, and there are powerful existences like the Witch-king of Angmar. They should not be able to confirm my location."

"I think the Lonely Mountain side might also have suffered a sneak attack. Perhaps other Nazgul and the Witch-king of Angmar are leading a large army to attack the Lonely Mountain."

Thranduil thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Wayne's view. However, his expression was slightly dim, and his tone was sad: "Perhaps your guess is very likely, but Wayne, in the battle just now, our Silvan Elves also suffered heavy losses."

"Even if we want to support the Lonely Mountain, we must wait for a few days, wait for us to save the wounded, before we can continue to act. I must be responsible for my clansmen."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this, sighed, and said:

"I left my combat partner, the Deathclaw, in the Lonely Mountain before. I hope it can help the Dwarves hold on for a while longer."

"However, to be on the safe side, I will set off early tomorrow morning. I hope it's not too late."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 265 =====

"However, to be safe, I will set out first thing tomorrow morning. I hope it's not too late."

(End of chapter)