The wargs, which were originally known for their ferocious and cruelty, all became little brothers in front of this huge beast. There were clearly groups of twenty or thirty wargs, which far outnumbered their opponents, but they worked together to besiege the Death Claw.
But from a distance, it looked like the Death Claws were frantically slaughtering a group of bewildered little mice.
Even the sharp teeth that the Wargs were so proud of had no effect when biting on the Deathclaw's skin. They were completely unable to break through the defense, and not even bite marks could be seen. On the contrary, some Wargs broke their own sharp teeth directly due to the difference in bite angles.
Deathclaw Robin opened his bloody mouth at the pack of wolves and let out an earth-shaking roar, which directly shook the three wolves in the front, making them tremble in fear. They subconsciously curled up their bodies and forgot to hide.
Then they were attacked by the Death Claws. The huge and sharp claws hit a wolf's back directly. With a sound of bones breaking, the wolf's internal organs burst out. It was beaten into a meat paste without even a howl.
Robin's other paw suddenly reached down and grabbed an orc and a warg together in his hand, then he squeezed out the juice and stuffed it directly into his bloody mouth as if he was eating a fruit.
His mouth was covered with red blood and minced meat, which looked bloody and dirty.
Perhaps the murderous savagery that had been indulged for too long was finally released at this moment. While chewing the dirty corpse, the Deathclaw let out an excited howl, scaring the surrounding orcs and wargs into trembling.
This scene was also seen by Wayne who was flying in the sky.
He couldn't help but frown, and let out a sharp roar. Then he pulled the Dragon Roar Bow in his hand, and a huge steel arrow shot out, instantly nailing an orc and his wolf to the ground.
Upon hearing the master's voice, the Death Claw, which had been very excited about being able to kill as much as it wanted, suddenly became like a scolded child, and its majestic and domineering expression wilted a little.
With a smack, he spat out the corpse that he had just bitten into his mouth, and then began to use his hands and feet to continue slaughtering the surrounding wolves.
The most powerful weapon of the Deathclaws, in addition to their sharp and strong forelimb claws and strong upper and lower jaws that can bite through steel, is their thick tail covered with barbs.
When seven or eight wargs and orcs were killed casually by Deathclaw as if it were a joke, the leading orc leader knew that he and his men could not defeat this terrifying beast head-on. They all hoped to use the swift speed of the wargs, with some of them attracting Deathclaw's attention in front and the other part sneaking around behind Deathclaw and launching a sneak attack.
However, something even more desperate happened. Deathclaw Robin's thick tail, which was nearly three meters long and covered with sharp barbs, was like a steel sickle. Whenever a warg approached its back, the tail would turn into an afterimage as if it had a spirit and instantly lash at the warg, knocking the muscular and ferocious beast flying and smashing it into a meat paste. The excessive force even cut the warg's body into two parts.
Such horrific killing power immediately frightened the orcs and the wolves, and also made them realize that this terrifying giant beast was a perfect killing machine that they could not deal with at all.
But at this time, it was already a little late. More than half of the more than 30 wolves and a dozen orcs were killed by the Deathclaws in less than five minutes.
And those guys who wanted to escape because of the bad news could not escape Wayne's superb archery skills in mid-air.
By the time Thorin, Gandalf and the other dwarves arrived, the battle was almost over.
The grass was littered with bloody corpses, half of which were smashed into pieces by the Death Claws' powerful claws, while the other half were cut in half by their sharp tails.
Even the escaped wargs and orcs were all turned into ghosts by Wayne's archery. The huge steel arrows nailed both the people and the wargs to the ground and turned them into statues of death.
This tragic scene not only shocked the dwarf warriors who had participated in various battles, but the worst hit was Bilbo, who had never participated in any battle.
This peace-loving Hobbit was almost frightened to death by this scene. With the help of a dwarf named Bobo, he kept putting his hand on his chest and gasping for breath to calm himself down.
After witnessing the fighting power of Wayne and his pet Deathclaw Robin, everyone present no longer doubted the strength of this human adventurer. This strength has surpassed that of ordinary warriors and may be comparable to those strong men in legends.
If Wayne and Robin were not there, facing such a large number of orcs and wargs, their expedition team would probably have no choice but to flee desperately and would have no chance of defeating these enemies.
Radagast, who had just reunited with Gandalf, looked surprised. He scratched his hair covered with bird droppings and asked Gandalf: "Who is this human? And what kind of creature is the beast with him?"
"I have been in the forest for so long, but I have never seen such a beast. I am afraid that even the descendants of the evil gods are no match for this giant beast."
Gandalf stroked his beard and looked Deathclaw up and down in amazement. The appearance of this giant beast reminded him of a dragon and a lizard.
Its fighting power is so powerful that even Gandalf, a Maia who has lived for who knows how long, has to admit that, except for some powerful beasts created by the God of Creation himself, the Death Claw's fighting power is probably ranked in the top 20.
Just as the team members were sighing, Wayne flew down from the sky, reached out and grabbed an orc from the ground, the only one with a complete body left. He grabbed him by the scruff of the neck like an old dog, and threw the still struggling orc in front of the dwarves, to be precise, in front of Gandalf.
Wayne jumped off the magic carpet and put one foot on the orc's chest. The powerful force made the orc almost unable to breathe, and his eyes were full of fear of death.
"This is a captive I left behind. Is there anything you would like to ask me about the intel on the orcs, Gandalf?"
Before Gandalf could answer, Thorin said seriously:
"Don't waste your energy, Wayne. The language used by orcs is different from ours. Although they are despicable and shameless, they rarely betray their companions. Many people have tried to obtain information from the orcs, but in the end they all returned empty-handed."
"We might as well kill this scum now and turn this disgusting orc into a corpse as soon as possible."
Wayne did not refute when he heard this, but turned to look at Gandalf and asked the knowledgeable wizard:
"Can you understand the language of the goblins, Gandalf?"
Gandalf stroked his beard, nodded and said, "Yes, the orcs use a Sindarin language similar to the elves. Although there are some differences, I should be able to understand it."
Wayne nodded, then unreservedly drew an Axis rune in the air with his finger. An invisible force instantly surged into the brain of the still struggling orc, causing him to stop struggling. His pupils dilated, his expression dulled, and he fell into a state of hypnosis.
"He is under the control of my magic. You can ask him about the Orcs' pursuit. He can't lie now, nor can he refuse to answer questions."
After hearing Wayne's words, not only Gandalf, but everyone present showed surprised expressions. They did not expect that in addition to his powerful fighting ability, Wayne could also use such magical magic.
However, Gandalf reacted quickly and without delay, he quickly asked several key questions, such as the location of the pursuers, the number of pursuers, and who was the leader of the pursuers.
A few minutes later, when the orc answered all the questions and lost his usefulness, Wayne kicked him in the chest with an expressionless face, sending him flying seven or eight meters. He hit a rock like a rag bag, spitting blood from his mouth and lost his life.
The others didn't pay any attention to this. They all looked serious as they thought about the information they had just received.
The orcs he led numbered hundreds and their numbers were still increasing. They were simply not something the expedition team could contend with. Of course, this was just what others thought. Wayne didn't think so.
What's worse is that Azog has already issued a huge reward to the Dwarf Prince Thorin. Not only the Orcs here, but all the Orc forces along the way to the Lonely Mountain have received this reward, and they are likely to participate in the hunt for the expedition team.
This news made everyone feel heavy-hearted. The journey was already very dangerous and full of difficulties. If they were to be accompanied by the endless stream of orcs pursuing them, they all doubted whether they could reach the Lonely Mountain safely.
Just as everyone was immersed in this somewhat heavy news, Wayne suddenly said: "Azog, the Orc King, is just an Orc. Could he be stronger than Smaug?"
When everyone was looking at him, Wayne looked at Thorin and said, "Prince Thorin, do you want to add another condition to the contract?"
"Next time, when we see this so-called Azog, I will help you capture him alive and bring him to you so that you can take revenge yourself?"
"As for the reward, I heard that there is a metal called Mithril in the dwarf's treasure. The Mithril armor made of it is very strong and very light. It is a very magical equipment."
"If I help you capture Azog, the Durin clan will give me ten pieces of mithril armor. How about that?"
Hearing Wayne's question, Thorin frowned at first and did not want to agree to this condition. He believed that he could deal with Azog without the help of others.
However, when he saw the worried expressions of his companions, he thought for a few seconds, then nodded and said:
"Your proposal is very interesting, Wayne, and I believe you have the ability to do it."
"However, you must bring Azog to me intact, not as a corpse."
"I will fight him in a fair duel. I will defeat him and cut off his head. I will avenge my grandfather and the dwarves of Durin."
"I am willing to modify the contract if you can do that."
As Thorin finished speaking, Wayne heard the system prompt again.
Ding! Mission triggered, [Capture Azog Alive] Master Level, do you want to accept it? Wayne laughed and nodded without hesitation. The other dwarves in the expedition team were also inspired by Thorin and Wayne's courage and laughed.
This mission to Lonely Mountain was really worth it. So far, in addition to escorting the expedition team to Lonely Mountain, Wayne also obtained the missions of killing Smaug and capturing Azog alive from Thorin, two master-level missions and one epic-level mission, totaling three high-level missions.
The most satisfying task is to kill Smaug, which is currently the easiest epic task for him to complete.
Kill Smaug
Level: Epic.
Quest: Kill the dragon Smaug.
Rewards: 3000 experience points, 1 epic treasure chest, ability value +3.
The tasks are simple, the rewards are generous, and it doesn't take too much time.
In Middle-earth, good and evil are in opposition, and the tasks in this world are always so simple and clear, without any ambiguity, which makes Wayne like it very much.
It can be imagined that as long as he persists in triggering the tasks, he will definitely be able to obtain more high-level tasks and reap constant rewards during this journey to Lonely Mountain that will last for several months.
Just as everyone in the expedition team was laughing, suddenly from the direction of the battlefield came a rumbling sound of horse hooves and a slightly frightened neighing of horses.
Along with this, everyone's ears were also reached by the deafening roar of Deathclaw Robin.
Hearing these voices, Wayne's face changed and he only left one sentence to the others in the team.
"I'll go over and take a look at the situation."
Then he drove the magic carpet towards the Death Claw.
He was not afraid that someone would be able to hurt Robin. With the current killing power of the Death Claw, no matter what enemy it was, it would basically be death if it was grabbed or killed.
The monster's horrifying appearance could easily arouse hostility from others. It would be bad if it accidentally caused a large number of casualties and sparked conflicts with other races.
The magic carpet was very fast. When Wayne flew back into the sky and looked towards the location of Deathclaw, he immediately saw dozens of knights wearing silver-white armor, even their horses were covered in armor, surrounding Deathclaw in a cautious manner.
It seemed to be hesitating whether to attack the terrifying beast.
Robin was very obedient. Before receiving orders from his master Wayne, he did not show much hostility towards the tiny silver-armored knights in front of him. He just stared at the creatures in front of him with his ferocious dragon-like vertical pupils, and with his bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, he made intimidating roars intentionally or unintentionally, showing his terrifying fighting power.
There was no conflict between the two sides yet, which made Wayne feel relieved.
He drove the magic carpet and flew over the Deathclaw's head under the gaze of the silver-armored knights. He looked down at the knights in front of him and said, "Who are you? Are you in the same group as these orcs?"
After hearing Wayne's voice, there was silence for a few seconds on the other side. Then a tall knight wearing a mask and riding a handsome horse walked out of the crowd.
He took off his helmet, revealing his pointed ears and handsome appearance, and looked up at Wayne standing on the magic carpet with a slightly surprised expression. He said, "I am Elrond, the Elf King of Rivendell, and we are here to hunt down the orcs."
"Mr. in front of me, who are you?"
(End of this chapter)