The flames set the dry trees on fire, and in the midst of the raging fire, the orcs and dwarves stood opposite each other, their eyes burning with war intent like fire.

On the Dwarven team's side, led by Thorin Oak Shield, stood at the front, holding the sword of slaying orcs in his right hand, and a piece of oak in his left hand, just like the scene of the battle.

This time, Chenyang did not steal the limelight from Suolin.

In his eyes, the battle between Azog and Thorin can be regarded as a certain degree of fateful battle, and it is a little boring for him to get involved, so it is better to let them continue the battle decades ago.

With a sword in his right hand and a large piece of oak in his left hand, Zolin walked towards the group of orcs, his steps neither fast nor slow, his eyes as sharp as eagles.

Qingqing looked at Suo Lin's back, slowly walked to Chenyang's side, and asked in a low voice: "Aren't we going to help him, in the plot, he was beaten very badly and almost died."

Chenyang's gaze turned to Azog, but the plant sensed to look at Baggins, who was still running wildly, and said softly, "There will be someone to help him, but it shouldn't be us." It's better for us to deal with that group of miscellaneous soldiers. ”

After the two of them whispered.

Zolin was about to walk up to Azog, roared and swung his orc-slaying sword at the half-colored wolf beneath Azog.

The group of orcs next to him saw Zolin Poison rushing up alone, and let out a long howl in their mouths, as if they thought they had found an opportunity, and they were about to rush up with a wave of their blades and take off Saurin's head.

Azog's bounty is always there, and if they kill Zolin themselves, they will get a higher reward, an incredibly exciting reward.

However, they are not destined to get this huge bounty.

Chenyang pulled out the Cangmu Tang Knife, pointed the blade forward, pointed at the group of blue-faced fanged half-orcs, and roared in a low voice: "Guys, go on, don't let this group of guys disturb Suolin!"

Before he could finish speaking, Dugolin had already rushed out, grabbed a huge axe in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Half-orcs, you Uncle Dugolin is here!"

After speaking, Dugolin rushed to the front of a half-orc, swung the giant axe in his hand and slashed down, and fought hard with the half-orc's long knife.

The other dwarves led the way in Dugolin, and they all rushed out with a roar.

Chenyang's legs were as fast as the wind, and he stepped forward a few steps to Suo Lin's side, and with a wave of the Cangmu Tang knife in his hand, he blocked the attack of a half-orc next to him.

The left hand gathered spiritual power, forming more than a dozen thorns flying, wrapping around the orc from different angles, sharp thorns cutting through the skin and injecting a deadly death virus.

Suo Lin was about to block this blow, but he was a step too slow, and he could only sweep his gaze to the morning sun beside him.

Chenyang's right hand blade moved slightly, and then he cut off the head of the half-orc, and shouted in a deep voice towards Zorin: "Azog handed it over to you, that group of miscellaneous soldiers, we will solve it for you."

As soon as the words fell, Chenyang once again rushed towards the approaching orcs on the other side, and gradually approached the outermost orc archers in the continuous attack.

The orcs brought by Azog, in addition to ordinary melee cavalry, there are also more than two dozen cavalry archers who are good at bows and arrows, all of whom have extremely high archery skills.

The arrows that narrowly missed Bahrain were fired from their hands.

At this time, the biggest threat to the dwarves was also this group of orc archers, who hid at the back, coldly shooting dark arrows at the group of dwarves who had no time to react in the battle.

Those arrows are angled and difficult to detect, and the slightest mistake can cost one person.

Chenyang broke into the cavalry archer alone, holding the Cangmu Tang knife tightly in his right hand, and the blue light and the sword shadow swirled, accompanied by a gust of bloody wind.

In the wind, a figure flickered, and the blade in his hand kept slashing.

A few minutes passed, and with Chenyang alone, more than half of the two dozen half-orc horse archers fell, showing a one-sided defeat.

In the midst of countless screams, the cavalry archers were no longer able to form an effective attack, and more were thinking about how to dodge the demon with the wooden knife in his hand.

At the same time, on the other side, Thorin and Azog, without the dwarves and orcs to bother, were given a large clearing for them to continue their last unfinished battle.

Azog sat on top of the white wolf, looking down at Thorin Oak Shield, a faint smile on his lips, full of mockery.

Under its control, the white giant wolf ran forward quickly, rushing towards the shuttle forest that came in front of him.

There was anger in Thorin's eyes, and when he saw Azog's smile, the anger in his heart soared, and he could only turn into the power in his hand, and swung a sword fiercely, slashing straight at the white giant wolf.

"Kill!"

With a shout from his mouth, Zolin stepped on the ground with his legs, stepping on a few shallow footprints, and the blade in his hand was like a giant axe, slashing at the head of the giant wolf.

But the speed of the giant wolf's attack was faster than him.

When Zolin raised his long sword, the giant wolf had already jumped up, and a pair of cold claws, like a pair of sharp daggers, stabbed at Zolin who was close in front of him.

The blades of the sword collided with the claws, making a sound similar to the resonance of gold and iron.

Solo Lin and the giant wolf fought hard, and his physical strength was not comparable to that of this burly and strong fellow, and he snorted in his mouth, like a kite with a broken string flying upside down.

He fell to the ground with a large mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

At this time, Suo Lin only felt a sharp pain all over his body, a pain that was almost shattered bones and torn all over his body, so painful that he couldn't even hold his weapon.

The white giant wolf walked a few steps to the lying down Thorin, and with a cold smile on his face, Azog said softly: "Look at our Thorin Oak Shield, the king of the mountain, what's wrong with him, how he is lying on the ground like a mouse."

Hearing Azog's taunt, Thoreen had an angry expression on his face, his teeth clenched together, his hands clenched into fists, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

Unfortunately, before he could get up, only his head was slightly raised, and Azog immediately jumped down from the white wolf, and the only remaining intact palm pressed Thorin's head into the dirt with a soft thud.

Under Azog's blow, the strength of Zorin's body dissipated, and even the sword that slashed the orcs fell to the ground.

"Thorin Oak Shield, is this your strength, it's really vulnerable."

Azog let go of his hand, gently picked up the sword that slashed the orcs, and casually threw it a few meters away, mockingly.

When he spoke, he didn't forget to kick Tholin in the abdomen.

Solo snorted again, and the whole person curled up tightly like a roasted shrimp, revealing an expression of pain.

When the surrounding dwarves saw this, their expressions became angry, but the few orcs in front of them waved their weapons, and they couldn't find a chance to save the badly injured Zorin.

Go and give that damn Azog a hard stab.

Suddenly, a short figure rushed out of the nearby woods, it was Bilbo Baggins, he finally came to the battlefield, armed with an elven short sword, and rushed towards the tall and burly Azog.