The next morning, after a short rest, Wayne set out for Lonely Mountain.

Although the Woodland Kingdom won the Orc War yesterday, it also suffered heavy losses. The Orc troops that came to attack them totaled about 15,000 people. Even with the advantage of terrain and the heavy contribution of Lord Wayne, the two sides still ended up with a casualty ratio of seven to one, and more than two thousand elven warriors were injured.

More than half of them needed a long period of recuperation before they could move normally, more than 500 people became lifelong disabled, and another 400 to 500 people gave their lives to protect their homes.

The number of these more than 2,000 warriors almost accounts for one-third of the Woodland Kingdom's army, excluding the soldiers who must stay at home to protect their homes. So even if King Thranduil put aside the past grudges and was willing to send troops to help the dwarves of Lonely Mountain, he could only send more than 2,000 soldiers to provide support.

However, the premise of this support operation is that the dwarves of Lonely Mountain are still alive and the kingdom under the mountain has not fallen. Otherwise, the so-called support is meaningless.

So Wayne's early departure had another mission, which was to find out the true situation of Lonely Mountain and tell it to King Thranduil.

Only in this way can the Elf King decide whether to take his people on the adventure. He is also a racial leader. Although he is kind, he cannot let his people die in vain for meaningless things.

Wayne set out before dawn the next day. There was no time to delay. Last night he had severely depleted his magic power, which made him unable to continue controlling the flying carpet for a long time. He had to rest, otherwise he might have set out overnight.

Lonely Mountain is not too far from the Woodland Kingdom. After flying for about twenty hours, Wayne was close to the range of Lonely Mountain.

However, before he entered Lonely Mountain, while he was flying in the sky, he suddenly found a large group of people walking in the dark on the ground in the direction he came from. They didn't even have torches lit and didn't carry any luggage. They were supporting each other and running desperately, looking extremely embarrassed.

Behind them, a group of people holding torches and riding on mounts were chasing them. From time to time, they would kill some lone people and laugh wildly.

Wayne had an idea and immediately controlled the flying carpet to descend and fly towards the people who were chasing him.

Sure enough, when he got closer, he found that those who lit torches, rode on mounts, and laughed wildly were orcs riding on wolves, and those they were chasing were dwarves who were fleeing.

Seeing this, Wayne did not hesitate at all and immediately started a killing mode, attacking the pursuing Orc cavalry.

First there was a round of artillery bombardment and alchemical bombing, which let the dwarves know that they had reinforcements coming, and also caught the Orc pursuers off guard.

Then he started to fire the Dragon Roar Bow in bursts, but this time he used an ordinary bow and arrow, shooting an arrow every few seconds, and killing the Orc pursuers in mid-air, quickly killing those Orc miscellanea.

After hearing the explosion, the dwarves who were originally fleeing realized that reinforcements had arrived on their side, and immediately stopped running excitedly, picked up their weapons, and started fighting with the Orc pursuers.

When Wayne was killing the Orc pursuers, he saw that the leader of this group of dwarf refugees was the old dwarf Balin and the other two members of the expedition team.

When they discovered that the reinforcement from the air was Wayne, their confidence immediately increased.

As companions who had been traveling together for several months, they knew the adventurer's strength very well, and the orcs chasing behind them posed no threat at all.

So without saying a word, he picked up his weapon and started a counterattack with Wayne.

The Orc pursuers were quickly stunned by Wayne's rapid killing, and although the dwarf refugees suffered a few casualties, they successfully eliminated the Orc cavalry who were chasing them.

After the battle, there were many wounded on the dwarf side. The old dwarf Balin wiped the blood off his face. There was a wound on his face, and the flesh had been cut inside out, but the old dwarf had no time to deal with it.

He walked quickly to Wayne and said in a somewhat urgent tone: "Wayne, we were besieged by the Orc army in Lonely Mountain."

"The Witch-king of Angmar and four other Ringwraiths command this army."

"We held out for two days and one night, but this afternoon, we lost."

"The enemy is too numerous, and the Ringwraiths can use magic. Thorin and Dain refuse to flee."

"They brought other warriors to cover our rear and ordered me to retreat with the dwarven civilians first."

Wayne raised his eyebrows. Two important characters, Thorin and Dain Ironfoot, did not choose to escape. And Kili and Fili were not seen in this team. Did they want the Durin clan to be extinct?

Wayne's expression was also a little serious. Thorin was his most important investor among the dwarves. There were several high-level tasks that needed to be completed by him in order to get the reward, and he had to stay alive.

And Dain Ironfoot is also very important, and even has a bearing on the future of the Fellowship of the Ring.

If possible, it would be best to keep these two people.

Balin's expression was very heavy. As an old dwarf who was loyal to the Durin family, he would rather be the one to stay behind to cover the rear.

"His Majesty Thorin and Dain are very determined. They said they will not flee the Lonely Mountain for the second time. They will live and die with the Kingdom under the Mountain until the last soldier, and they will kill as many Orc scum as possible."

"Before I left, they took the remaining troops and chose to advance to a narrow secret passage inside the Lonely Mountain. They probably wanted to use the small space to limit the number of enemies."

"We escaped through the secret passage, but when we were halfway there, we were caught up by some Orc cavalry. It was only now that we met you."

Wayne nodded, but then frowned. Dwarves like Thorin could choose a narrow place to drill into, but his Deathclaw couldn't do that. With such a large body, it was not suitable for digging holes.

Although he was confident in Robin's strength and believed that the orcs would be unable to defeat this doomsday monster, the dwarves had already been defeated, and he couldn't help but worry.

"What happened to my Deathclaw? Did it stay in the Lonely Mountain, or did it escape with you?"

Hearing Wayne mention the Deathclaw, Balin couldn't help but reveal an emotional expression on his face. His height only reached Wayne's waist. He reached out and patted Wayne's thigh and said, "Speaking of this, it's all thanks to your battle partner Robin. If it weren't for its bravery in fighting and helping us guard the walls of Lonely Mountain, and holding back the Witch-king of Angmar and most of the Ringwraiths, our warriors would not have been able to hold out for so long under the attack of the Orcs."

This is not surprising. With the strength of the Deathclaw, letting it help the dwarves defend the city, it would be difficult for the orcs to break through the defense of this giant beast, unless they choose to take a detour or use large siege equipment. Just on the battlefield, Robin's combat effectiveness is even stronger than Wayne himself.

It is estimated that if the Orcs did not have the Witch-king of Angmar and the four Ringwraiths, it would be difficult for them to attack the walls of Lonely Mountain no matter how many warriors they had, unless they directly broke down the walls.

No wonder Thorin and his men were able to hold out for two days and one night under the siege of the orcs.

Balin said with a hint of pride on his face, "Don't worry Wayne. We dwarves are not ungrateful people. When we decided to split up our forces, we let Robin leave on his own. I saw him flee the battlefield with my own eyes. No orc dared to chase him."

"Looking at the direction it left, it should be heading towards Changhu Town."

After listening to Balin's explanation, Wayne nodded. He patted the old dwarf on the shoulder and said, "You continue along this road and seek refuge in the direction of the Woodland Kingdom!"

"The orc army not only attacked you, they also attacked the kingdom of the woodland elves, but we have defeated that orc army."

"King Thranduil has decided to bring reinforcements to support Lonely Mountain early tomorrow morning. You are to meet them, tell them the intelligence you know, and make arrangements for the refugees you brought with you."

Then, Wayne responded to Balin and the dwarf beside him with a firm look and said:

"I will head for Lonely Mountain now."

"Whether Thorin and his men are still fighting or not, I will try to rescue them. When the Elf King's troops arrive, we will completely crush the orcs' conspiracy and destroy the entire dark force in the north."

Wayne's words were so powerful that they immediately resonated with the surrounding dwarf refugees, and cheers rang out one after another.

If it weren't for the continuation of their race, if it weren't for the mandatory orders from the new King Under the Mountain, Thorin and Dain, these refugees would never have chosen to flee.

They are all descendants of dwarf warriors, and they all have the determination and courage to die together with the orcs on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)