Chapter 94: Continuous Killing
"Hah——!"
Thorin swung his sword vigorously and separated the head of the orc in front of him.
The Dwarves gathered around him, fighting off the Orcs who were pursuing them.
"Go down, the tank team is guarding there, let's meet up with them and break out!"
"I am afraid it is too late, Thorin. The Orcs are closing in from the other direction."
Dwalin looked around nervously.
At this moment, the road was full of orcs, blocking the way to the outside world.
Above their heads, in a place no one noticed.
Borg quietly drew his bow and aimed at Thorin on the ground.
Whoosh——
?! A subtle sound of breaking air was heard, and Thorin raised his head suddenly.
Ding! A dagger flew over and deflected the vicious arrow.
"who?"
Borg looked up and saw an elf on a tower drawing a bow and suddenly shooting at him.
Bang! Bolger swung his butcher knife and smashed the arrow in mid-air. He took a deep look at the elf and chose to retreat for the time being.
Two different arrows shot by different people failed to hit their targets.
"Your life remains, dwarf."
Legolas spoke to Thorin proudly.
Thorin picked up the elven dagger from the ground and looked up at the tower.
Suddenly, he hurled the dagger at Legolas—
puff.
The dagger grazed his hair and knocked down the orc behind Legolas.
"Return it to you."
In every sense.
Legolas pulled out the dagger from the Orc's neck, took a deep breath, and walked down the tower.
The Orcs attacked more and more fiercely, and even though there were some of Durin's best warriors present and a brave King, they were still outnumbered.
The more I fight, the less strength I have, but the more orcs there are.
"Kili!"
The youngest Dwarf was the first to run out of strength, and in a trance an Orc knocked his sword out of his hand.
Seeing that the Oak was about to chop down with the sword.
"Get down!"
A familiar voice sounded.
Phew.
A long elven sword flew over and stabbed into the body of the orc.
Qili quickly pulled out the knife and looked up.
"Tauriel!"
Strength surged within the body again.
Taoriel swooped down, drew the two daggers from his waist and joined the battle.
That powerful and dashing fighting posture not only relieved a lot of pressure for everyone, but also served as a role model.
Dwalin swung his axe vigorously: "I will not lose to the elves!"
"Where is their leader?"
Thorin, who was standing by, suddenly realized a problem. How could the leader of the other side disappear after a sneak attack? On the second floor of the tower, Legolas saw Tauriel joining the battle and was about to jump down to support her, but was interrupted by a butcher knife that suddenly chopped him down.
It's Borg.
The Orc lieutenant came over calmly and blocked Legolas on this level of the ruins.
This guy is very strong.
Legolas made an immediate judgment.
Observing him up close for the first time, Legolas discovered that the Borg in front of him was as tall as himself and his muscles were even stronger.
Considering the average height of the orc race, he was a giant.
However, as an elf with all kinds of martial arts, and a woodland elf who is quite good at fighting, Legolas certainly would not shrink back just because Bolger looked stronger. On the contrary, this greatly aroused his fighting spirit.
After several fights, Legolas successfully found an opportunity and pierced Borg's palm with a dagger.
If it were an ordinary orc, he would have retreated wailing and then been killed.
However, past experience was ineffective this time. Borg seemed to feel no pain. Instead, he clenched his fist to hold the dagger and snatched it away. He then grabbed Legolas and threw him to the ground. Then, he used his powerful strength to lift Legolas up and threw him down the tower.
But if someone thinks that an elf can be killed by falling from this height, then he is really making a wrong calculation.
Legolas grabbed a protruding building material and stopped himself from falling.
After climbing up, I gasped for breath.
He looked at the strange red liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth and was stunned for a moment.
An uncontrollable violence welled up from within.
Legolas climbed up the tower again, but could not find the figure.
Borg simply left.
“Hold on!”
Thorin still struggled against the Orcs.
The road is only this wide, and as long as we fight well, we can hold on.
Just when the dwarves still had strength left to fight bravely, the Orcs at the intersection suddenly moved aside, and a ogre came running from behind, swinging a club and smashing down. Thorin gritted his teeth and rolled over to barely avoid it.
This dodge disrupted the rhythm, and Oak next to him immediately rushed over to block him and prevent him from moving.
I saw another hammer coming down.
Suddenly a stone was thrown over and hit the ogre's head accurately, attracting its attention.
"Hey! Big guy!"
"Bilbo?"
Thorin's eyes widened: "How could you..."
Bilbo nodded at him, gave him a reassuring look, and threw a stone at the ogre, challenging him:
"Stupid guy, I'm here!"
The ogre roared angrily, and without paying any attention to Thorin below, he climbed up the rock wall and chased Bilbo fiercely.
Bilbo quickly ran behind a stone.
The ogre smashed the stone, but found nothing behind it. Just when he wanted to go back.
Pop.
Another stone was thrown.
The hobbit reappeared from nowhere.
Almost at the same time as the troll was led away, Borg also came down from the tower. He walked quickly forward, pulled out the dagger in his hand, and threw it at Thorin.
“Ahhh!”
This time, it pierced his hand directly.
Thorin endured the pain, pulled out the dagger, killed two orcs while bleeding, and then looked at Borg who threw the dagger.
"Is this the king of Durin's clan? He is more fragile than I thought."
"You'll know if it's really that fragile if you try it."
Although most of his strength had been consumed by the Orc army and he was injured in a sneak attack, Thorin still raised his sword in the face of the enemy general's provocation.
It's not the point of despair yet. Strength is something that can be gained if you try hard.
Whoosh——
An arrow flew towards him, but Borg dodged it. He crushed the arrow on the ground and looked up.
"Haha, elf, both of you come together!"
Hearing this, Legolas became furious. He had never suffered such a great injustice since he was born.
With a plop, he jumped down from the high ground, kicked up the dagger that Thorin had thrown away with one foot, and held it in his hand.
Dwarves and elves, fighting side by side once again.
Rumble.
Just as the three were about to start fighting, footsteps suddenly sounded behind them.
A company of trolls pushed aside the orcs that blocked their way and kept moving forward.
Borg's mouth curled up: "You're just in time, go and give them to me--"
Whoosh.
A group of trolls hurried past Borg without paying any attention to what he said.
"you…"
Borg looked back angrily, wondering what was wrong with these ogres.
But soon, following the ogres, a large number of orcs came running over, as if they were avoiding something terrible.
"what are they doing?"
The dwarves quickly gathered together, and Legolas and Tauriel were finally able to reunite.
“It’s fear.”
"They are afraid of something."
While the Orcs' attention was drawn Thorin tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and tied it around his hand.
He gripped his sword tightly, pointed in the direction the Orcs were fleeing, and said, "Whatever it is, let it come. I don't think anything could be worse than the current situation."
Borg raised his hand and grabbed a passing Orc, pinched his neck and asked:
"What are you doing? What's going on over there!?"
The unfortunate orc managed to utter a few words with some difficulty: "Great... great enemy, nemesis..."
"What great enemy, what nemesis?"
"ah--!"
There was a wailing sound, and several orcs fell from the sky, landing on the ground with flames on their bodies, motionless.
Borg stared over with wide eyes.
When the dark figure appeared, his heart and liver trembled inexplicably, and his heartbeat instinctively quickened, prompting his body to secrete some compound that accelerated his reaction.
“Here it is.”
The man spoke.
Borg suppressed the urge to turn around and run away immediately, and with a roar, he swung the bloody butcher knife in his hand and rushed forward.
In a flash, the knife and sword collided, and no one retreated.
But Levi was not interested in continuing the fight with him. He blocked the butcher knife, then took two steps back and began to accumulate strength.
“Ahhhh!!”
Borg rushed forward and swung the butcher knife down again with all his might.
Click.
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared, shattering his sword and the armor on his body, and directly hitting the flesh inside.
Armor-breaking.
With a whoosh, flames started igniting on Borg's body and he fell to the ground wailing.
The power he was most proud of was useless at this moment, and his fearlessness of pain could not allow him to resist the flames.
After a while, there was no movement from the Oak lieutenant.
Borg, killed in action.
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