When the fangs and claws were about to hit the dwarves' butts, leaving them with never-ending scars, the dwarves sprang up to the trees faster than the monkeys, saving their butts for the time being. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Gandalf looked coldly at the wolves and orcs who were gathered around, reached out and drew a butterfly that had landed on the tree to his hand, muttered twice as if whispering to a butterfly, and released the butterfly again.

"Why are there so many!" Bilbo clung to the trunk of the tree, looking at the wolves hovering under the tree, his scalp tingling.

But no one answered his question, as all the dwarves held their breath as they stared at Azog, who had emerged from the pack on a white wolf.

Anger, fear, and unbelievable circumstances flowed among the dwarves, and finally turned into a sentence from Thorin's mouth, so possible!

"How is that possible?" Azog's mouth pulled out a bloodthirsty arc, looking at the dwarves in the trees, as if looking at the tree fruits to be picked by him, with a casual face, he rode the white wolf back and forth twice, and suddenly glared at his eyes to the maximum, and roared angrily: "How can you say that it is possible? ”。

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? Ha? ”

"By the way, it's this expression now, I like it very much, fear, fear!"

"But it doesn't make me feel pity in the slightest! I'll soon rip your head off that fragile neck like your grandfather! ”

Azog vented the hatred and anger he had accumulated for a long time, and then pointed at Thorin and said, "This one is mine, everything else is torn apart!" ”。

"Whew!"

There was a howl of wolves, and the staggeringly large horse-sized wolves, under the command of the orcs, pounced on the pine where the dwarves were lying on their stomachs.

"Whew!"

With several excited wolf howls, a pine tree was pushed down by the wolf, and the wolf dripped disgusting saliva, waiting for the fresh flesh on the tree to fall.

"Jump!"

Thorin let out a soft roar, and as the tree tilted its entire body, he pounced on another pine tree adjacent to it.

Seeing this, the other dwarves followed suit.

However, the orcs also had a countermeasure, and once again commanded the wolf to pounce on the tree where the dwarves were now climbing, and once again pushed the tree down, so that the dwarves had no choice but to jump to the next tree.

In this way, like a domino being pushed to the ground, the trees were pushed one by one, and a group of people landed on the last pine hill on the edge of the cliff, and the scene of isolation and helplessness was played to the extreme.

"What now!"

A group of sixteen people, lying on a tree, swayed with the gentle breeze, on one side of the cliff, on the other side of the bloodthirsty wolf, a bunch of people scalp numb.

And what made them break out even more in a cold sweat was that the wolves rushed towards the last tree.

Gandalf looked at the pine cones on the tree, reached out and plucked one, lit it with his magic power, and then set it on fire and threw it down like a ball of fire.

The pine cones, with a lot of grease, burned with a raging flame, bouncing twice on the ground, igniting the hay on the ground, and the burning flames made the wolves hesitate for a moment, but they continued to rush over.

Just as Gandalf handed the burning pine cones to the dwarves for them to follow suit, little Aragon roared at the top of his lungs.

"Teacher, if you don't come out again, I'll be eaten by wolves!"

The roar of internal strength echoed throughout the mountain, causing the dwarves to look at little Aragorn in a daze.

"I'm just guessing that my teacher will follow me, otherwise, those mountain giants won't stop easily at the mountain pass!" Little Aragon explained simply, looking out in all directions, but there was still no shadow of the end of the season around.

After a few seconds, little Aragorn began to get agitated, and if his teacher was nearby, he should have come to his rescue, but now there was no movement, which made his heart beat a drum.

His internal strength has been consumed a lot in Goblin Town, and there is not much left, and he can't break out of the encirclement at all, what if he guesses wrong?

Looking at the wolves who were staring at them cruelly, waiting for them to fall off by themselves, feeling the crumbling branches of the pine trees that could break off the cliff at any time, and looking at the flames slowly extinguishing on the ground, little Aragon gritted his teeth and whispered, "I don't want to die so aggrieved!" ”。

"If you reach a desperate situation, all you can do is fight with all your strength and fight for a hope!"

"Fight for hope!"

Thinking back to what the end of the season had said to him, little Aragorn yelled and jumped off the tree.

Gandalf looked at little Aragorn like this, his eyes flashed with admiration, it was rare to have such courage at such an age! What's more, he felt an extraordinary contagion from little Aragorn, which can be seen from the dwarves' expressions now.

The dwarves in the trees looked at little Aragorn who had fallen to the ground, and they felt a fierce momentum of struggle from the back of the other party, which still looked immature.

"Huh? And one who is not afraid of death? Azog looked at little Aragorn, smiled cruelly, and after looking at the flames on the ground that were already gradually extinguishing, he pointed with the hook on his arm and said fiercely: "Kill him!" ”。

"Hah!"

"Howl!"

The orcs and wolves roared excitedly, and it seemed that they could see the image of little Aragon being torn to pieces, which made them excited.

"Come on!" The sword was pointed at the enemy, and little Aragorn let the little internal force left in his body surge.

"Haha, yes, fight for a future, instead of waiting for death like this, it's better to fight hard!" Thorin let out a loud roar of approval, letting his emotions stir up with ignited blood, and climbed down the tree.

Dwarves are never short of courage!

With Thorin's movements, the dwarves quickly climbed down, holding their weapons, and stood with little Aragon and Thorin, looking at the enemy firmly, and a momentum of destruction came out.

Looking at the dwarves and little Aragorn below, Gandalf also climbed down from the tree, although he had already moved the rescuers, but they had to at least hold out until the other side arrived, so this was not the time to announce that they still had rescuers, which would destroy the momentum of this ruined ship.

"Kill these dwarven scum!"

Seeing Thorin coming down, Azog could no longer hold back the hatred that drove him mad, and rushed straight forward with all the wolves and orcs.

"Kill!" Thorin roared, gathering the wrath and courage of the dwarves and met him fiercely.

The fangs and claws of the wolf, the hideous faces of the orcs, the roars of the dwarves, the swift leap of little Aragorn, and the slightly clumsy but equally determined face of Bilbo, the scenes composed by bloodthirsty and hopeful, in the light of the fire, were brilliant.