Time seemed to stand still for a second, the air around them froze, and everyone's heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Knock, knock, knock~

A drum beat was heard from the underworld.

Here it comes!

The four men and two women outside the Fellowship of the Ring held their breath and did not dare to move.

Immediately after, it was like the scream of some animal before it died, presumably the roar of an orc army as it marched.

Seeing Frodo's sword glowing, the elf Legolas called, "It's the orcs, they're coming!" ”

After hearing this, Boromir ran to the door of the hall and looked around, not thinking that he had just shrunk back from the probe.

Woohoo -

Several sharp arrows pierced the wooden door.

Seeing this, Aragon loudly reminded the four little hapis, "Stand back and follow Gandalf!" With that, he ran to the door and joined Boromir in closing the door.

Elven Legolas picked up a few long-handled weapons left in the hall and handed them over as latches, but only to stall for time.

Stuck in the hall, with no choice but to fight, Gandalf threw away the book in his hand and said loudly, "Get ready to fight!" ”

He held his staff in one hand, and drew his cross-sword in his waist with the other.

Even the Happies drew their swords.

Needless to say, the men and women who entered the plot. Everyone was nervously ready to face the battle.

"Soldiers, King Elon, do not be afraid. As long as we fight bravely, we can live and believe that good will always triumph over evil. ”

Outside the door, the roars and shouts of the orcs rang out in one wave, one wave after another. This pale in the face of Gandalf's motivation.

"Steady, don't be afraid. Steady—"

Gandalf was still cheering everyone on, and the orcs kept banging on the door. Everyone was nervous, even the Fellowship of the Ring.

Seeing that the battle was imminent, everyone untied the mythril ore a moment earlier and threw it at their feet.

Side quests are tempting, but until now, the only thing that matters is to get out of the lobby alive.

The two thick wooden doors looked overwhelmed, like rag curtains stirred by air currents, and they were in danger of falling apart at any moment. In particular, Boromir reminded, "The door can't stop the orcs, and there is a trolls outside." "Trolls, that's giant man-eating monsters.

The muscles on Bancun's face tensed tightly, as if frozen.

He held the sword in both hands, and took a small half step forward with his left foot, which was already the third time he had experienced the test of life and death, and sweat broke out on his forehead, "Lean against the stone wall, try not to rush forward." ”

Li Yixin nodded, his face was hot, as if he had been slapped by someone. "Good! Zheng Qing and Li Ruixue stood at the end, Hao Lin stood in the middle, and the three of us in front came to resist. ”

After saying this, the simple spear creaked in his hand. "Yes, even if the letter is dead, he will pull the two cushions on his back."

Click......

When a person is faced with terror, the sound of chattering teeth can be so clear. Dragging an injured leg, Hao Lin's feet were slightly bent, and he didn't dare to straighten up, as long as he collapsed, he would keep shaking.

Li Ruixue and Zheng Qing couldn't be calm. Terror takes over their sights and brains.

"Ah, let them come, there is still a dwarf in Moria, who is not dead!" The dwarf Golden Bolt stood on the sarcophagus in the center of the hall, his battle axe clenched and roared.

Elven Legolas shot several orcs through the cracked door with an arrow as fast as an arrow.

Whew-Whew-

Gripping the hilt of the sword, Yang Jiangong kept taking deep breaths to adjust himself. His feet were shaky and his eyes were confused.

Faced with such a scene for the first time, he was also nervous. Just listening to the frenzied footsteps outside the door, a hot air flow that was about to swell out of his affection swelled out.

Bang, bang, bang -- a rhythmic sound of knocking on the door, and finally the hole was completely opened.

A group of beast-faced, fanged monsters, wielding machetes and axes, poured into the hall without a single move. Aragorn slashed down with his sword, and half of the head of an orc flew up. Everyone's heart seems to be a little unbearable, and a symptom of fainting begins to attack from within the body.

"Ahh

"Ahhh

"Ahh

"Ahh

The fourth is actually Li Yixin. Can there still be some trust between people?

This 2 goods just promised with a mouthful, saying that they would not rush forward, saying that they would stick to the stone wall with their backs, but now they are hot-headed and the first to lose their minds.

The formation temporarily designed by Ban Cun was suddenly missing a corner, and relying on Hao Lin and two girls to fill the vacancy was tantamount to death, and the three of them did not have the strength to face the orcs.

"Take care!"

Helpless, Ban Cun just nodded to Yang Jiangong, and decisively kept up with Li Yixin's pace.

......

It was just the beginning when both bastards dropped their chains.

While being annoyed, Yang Jiangong felt as if his heart was about to jump out.

At this time, he was left with a difficult but unobstructed burden in his head. When he saw that the three pairs of eyes were staring at him, Yang Jiangong didn't know how funny he was when he was at a loss.

Ten meters away along the stone wall of the hall, there are two concave holes in the wall that are connected to each other.

"Climb up there, get there." In a hurry, Yang Jiangong instructed Zheng Qing, Li Ruixue, and Hao Lin to climb the concave hole. He specifically instructed them, "When the trolls and the happies are fighting here, they must find a way to leave." ”

As soon as Yang Jiangong finished speaking, he felt a hot air blowing on the back of his neck.

Half-orcs!

The muscles of his whole body instantly tensed, and he turned around and slashed behind him.

The long sword cut into the flesh, and Yang Jiangong saw an ugly head flying, and the other party's neck was still spurting blood.

The machete that the orcs were holding froze in midair. One can imagine what the consequences would have been if the response had been a little slower.

Blood slowly trickled down Yang Jiangong's cheeks, and after a while, it was soaking his shirt down his neck.

When a person's spirit is stimulated to the limit, it will erupt with hysterical boldness.

There were no less than dozens of orcs pouring in, and the pace of the melee was getting faster and faster.

"Ah――――――" Yang Jiangong rushed out with red eyes. He didn't run a few steps before he was kicked by Ranger Aragorn, and the orc, who flew upside down, crossed in front of him.

"Uhh

"Die!"

From top to bottom, Yang Jiangong's sword stabbed diagonally from its shoulder blade, the sword body passed through the internal organs, and the tip of the sword was exposed from the bottom of the belly.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jiangong quickly stabilized his slightly trembling hand, and then pulled out his long sword vigorously.

The blood of the half-beast gushed out, bright red, warm and moist like human blood.

Just splashed him all over his body.