In terms of size, the orc Azog is a few points bigger than Wayne.

But when Wayne, dressed in blood-red armor and carrying the sword of victory of the oath, held the back of Azog's neck in one hand, dragging him like a dead dog, dragging him out of the mine, there was no incongruity.

In the midst of the bloody rain, Wayne's image is set off like a mythical hero, and the orcs in front of him are like ants in front of the hero, so that the members of the expedition team who have been paying attention to him can't help but feel reverence.

With a whistle, Robin, the deathclaw who had received the master's order, immediately let out a roar full of excitement in the direction of the master.

The strong hind limbs twisted violently, and the thick tail with barbs was like a cannonball, and instantly threw out a semicircle, throwing it at the orc shreds in front of him, which was one of the most powerful attacks of the death claws.

With unimaginable force, the first few orcs who were swept by the iron tail burst into a blood mist like red berries that had been trampled on.

Then more than a dozen orcs were directly shattered by the smoking, and flew out of the platform with blood in their mouths and fell into the bottomless pit.

With just a sweeping attack, he immediately cleared a large area in front of him, killing nearly twenty orcs.

This kind of killing efficiency made the surviving orcs around them a little sluggish in an instant, and the morale and courage that were already left quickly dissipated after losing the leader of the orc king, and the attack like a tickle became even more powerless.

However, whether it was Wayne, Robin the Deathclaw, or the people of the expeditionary team, they did not show mercy because of the weakness of the enemy, but killed them even more fiercely.

If it weren't for being in a cave and not being able to use the six-ring spell Thundercloud Storm, Wayne would definitely have thrown this spell on the heads of those orcs as well.

But even if he doesn't have a spell, he doesn't lack the means to attack.

Whether it is relying on his strong physical fitness, whether it is chopping melons and vegetables, or using alchemy bombs or exploding fish, his killing speed, although it is not as wide as the death claw, one to ten, one to hundred, but it is still something that Thorin and other dwarves look up to.

Soon, before the mirror avatar could disappear, the passage leading to the entrance of the mine was directly pierced by the attacks of Wayne and Deathclaw, and any orcs who stood in the way were either chopped to pieces or fell to the bottom of the mine.

This made Wayne can't help but wonder if Gollum, who has the One Ring and lives at the bottom of this mine, will be able to eat a full meal for a long time.

However, this thought was only fleeting, and the matter of the One Ring was not in a hurry to deal with.

Waiting until there was no obstacle ahead, Robin excitedly ran up to him, lowered his head, and waited for him to ride up.

Wayne dragged Azog, who was still unconscious, with one hand, and sat on the back of the deathclaw, and after greeting the rest of the expeditionary team, the group quickly exited the mine.

After all, this is the cave of the orcs in the misty mountain range, and the total number of orcs in it is probably thousands, although it is not impossible to continue fighting, but Wayne's main purpose has been achieved now, killing the two leaders of the orcs, and for a long time, they have become a group of loose sand.

And a scattered enemy is far easier to deal with than a united, organized and commanded enemy.

The expedition team evacuated quickly, and with the orcs in the cave uncommanded, they easily escaped their tracking and returned to the cave where they were camping.

As soon as he sat down to rest, an old voice said excitedly:

"What a miracle that can be recorded in the epic, the great adventurer Wayne killed the orc king of the Misty Mountains on his journey to the Lonely Mountain, and captured the orc leader Azog of Moria."

Ballin among the dwarves stood beside Thorin, his white beard trembling with excitement, and he sang a song about Wayne's exploits, and he laughed at Wayne and the other dwarves and said:

"When I live to see the rest of my people, I must tell them about this great thing, and all the descendants of the dwarves, and let them know what a great expedition we have made on this trip to the Lonely Mountain."

Balin was second only to Thorin in prestige among the dwarves, and what he said immediately elicited a response from the other dwarves, who immediately followed suit, complimenting, singing, and loudly praising Wayne's strength and exploits.

And the dwarven prince Thorin looked at the unconscious pale orc in Wayne's hand with a serious expression, his expression was quite complicated, there were memories, regrets, and trance, but the most was unforgettable hatred.

After listening to the dwarves' compliments, Wayne glanced at Thorin and then at Gandalf, who had been touching his beard with a smile on his face.

He coughed lightly, smiled gently, and said to the people of the expedition team:

"My friends, I can't say that, it's not my credit to succeed this time, and if it weren't for your heroic fighting and helping me attract the attention of the orcs, our plan wouldn't have been so good."

"Maybe this incident will be recorded in some legends, but I think it's not just me who deserves praise, but every member of our entire Lonely Mountain Expedition Team, we are all heroes who defeated the Orc Clan in the Misty Mountains."

Although the dwarves were not as important as Wayne said, and he didn't actually kill many orcs, in order to establish a good relationship with them, he still did not hesitate to praise them and gave the credit to everyone present.

The others, including Bilbo, had indeed killed quite a few orcs in the battle they had just had, more than they had in the wars they had fought in the past.

Hearing Wayne's praise and hearing this powerful adventurer call them heroes, everyone felt very excited, and a sense of pride lingered in their hearts, and the entire expedition team also became closer in this victory.

After everyone finished sighing, Wayne threw Azog, who was like a dead dog in his hand, to the center of everyone, looked at the dwarven prince Thorin, and said softly:

"Thorin, one of your commissions, I've done, Azog is here, almost intact, and it's up to you to decide when you want to duel him."

Looking at the strong orc who was thrown in the middle of the field, with pale skin and a severed arm that had been replaced with an iron fork, Thorin stared at him deadly, and after a few seconds, he looked up at Wayne with a serious expression and said in a solemn tone:

"Thank you, Wayne, my friend."

"Azog is the orc we most want to kill in Turin, and you have fulfilled my commission, and we Turin will always be your friends."

Saying this, the handsome Thorin. Oak Shield took a light breath, turned to everyone present, and said:

"There's no need to wait, there aren't enough orcs we've just killed, and it's not enough to satisfy our hatred of orcs."

"Now, it's up to me, the son of Thorol, King of the Mountain, and son of Thorein. Oak Shield, come and fight to the death against the sworn enemy of the House of Turin, the filthy orc ruler Azog. ”

"His death will also be a great victory in our expedition to the Lonely Mountain."

Thorin's bold words immediately aroused the praise and cheers of the dwarves around him, and in such a noisy environment, Azog quickly woke up.

The pale-skinned, strong, half-orc first shook his still dizzy head, and was a little surprised to find that he had arrived in a strange place and was not tied up.

Then, with a wary face, he looked at the members of the expeditionary team around him, his gaze lingering on Wayne's body for more than ten seconds, and finally looked at the dwarven prince Thorin who was standing in the middle of the encirclement with him.

Looking at the other party's hateful expression, the half-orc immediately understood his situation and what the other party meant, he smiled and said in the lingua franca:

"Thorin. Oak Shield, son of the king of the mountain. ”

"You are the one who cut off one of my arms and brought shame upon my glory."

"Now, do you want to kill me while I'm unarmed?"

"It's okay, dwarves are such despicable and shameless guys."

"But as a brave orc, even if it is death, I will not be restrained, even if I am unarmed, I will use my fists and teeth to kill you despicable fellow."

Hearing Azog's speech, Wayne couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, when, as the most obscene orc in the dark forces, could also be so righteous and awe-inspiring as a hero.

This long-white half-orc can become a leader, it seems that not only is he outstanding in martial arts, but at least his brain is not stupid.

His taunts were quite successful, in order to prove himself to his peers, but also to avenge his father and grandfather in an open manner.

After hearing Azog's provocation, Thorin immediately threw a short sword to him with an angry expression, and he was still the same oak shield, the configuration of the dwarven longsword, and patted his chest hard, and roared angrily:

"You orcs are the dirtiest race in the world, and you are a disgrace to Middle-earth, a cancer."

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you, take up arms and have a duel that will never stop fighting, I will avenge my family, avenge my kindred."

"Azog, you're going to die here today!"

After getting a weapon, Azog no longer pretended, he knew that he was likely to be more than lucky today, so he already had a will to die in his heart, and wanted to kill this dwarf who cut off one of his arms before he died.

Without too many words, the battle between Sonny and Azog broke out in an instant, the dwarf prince and the orc commander are both battle-hardened warriors, but in terms of physical fitness, Azog, who is a few points stronger than Wayne, has a clear advantage.

From the very beginning of the battle, he had the upper hand, although he held a short sword in his hand that was not so handy, but with the strength of a fool and the fighting style that was not afraid of damage, he immediately suppressed Thorin fiercely, and he retreated again and again, with a hideous expression, and resisted to the death.

However, as a dwarven prince, Thorin has the fine blood of the royal family, and in terms of combat effectiveness alone, he is the strongest of the dwarves in the expedition team, and his character is also the most stoic and tenacious, and he soon found a way to fight against Azog in difficult battles.

That is to take advantage of his small stature and specialize in the lower three, so that this large and slightly less agile half-orc can be distracted to resist the attack of the lower body.

Such an attack really made Azog very uncomfortable and took advantage of it.

However, in cold weapon combat, people with strong body and huge strength are still more advantageous.

Azog and Thorin went back and forth, using all their combat power to fight each other for their lives, but in the end, Thorin was the first to be cornered.

The shield in his hand, which had been replaced by an oak trunk, could no longer take any more damage from the constant slashing, and suddenly exploded and fell off.

In a moment's distraction, Azog's blade slashed into Thorin's left arm.

Blood flew and a thick palm fell.

Because of the severe pain of the sudden broken arm, Thorin couldn't help but let out a terrible wail, staggered several steps, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Seeing such a critical situation, the other dwarves all turned pale, their expressions were both frightened and nervous, and they involuntarily stretched out their hands to their weapons, but they did not dare to intervene due to the sacredness of the duel.

Even Gandalf, who had been watching the battle from the side, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, pursed his lips, and the hands that held the staff turned white from the force.

Azog took revenge for his severed arm, and after laughing wildly, he immediately raised the short sword in his hand when he was about to deliver the final blow to Thorin who fell to the ground.

The pale-skinned orc's pupils suddenly shrank, and he found that he had lost control of his body, and the sword that could definitely cut off Thorin's head was actually crooked, slashing at the stone next to the dwarf's head.

Thorin was not a bad breed, and he quickly recovered from the pain of his broken arm.

When Azog's blade slashed, he immediately seized this opportunity to turn defeat into victory, forcibly endured the pain in his left arm, and the dwarf sword in his right hand immediately stabbed upward, directly into Azog's heart, giving the orc commander a fatal blow.

However, Azog was able to stand out from the cruel orc survival system and become the leader of a powerful orc clan, and he was not an idle person, even if he was hit by a sword in his heart, there was no possibility of survival.

But he still gathered his strength, and despite the dwarven sword's more thorough stabbing, he pounced directly on Thorin's body, and used his sharp teeth to bite Thorin on the neck.

A desperate roar came out of his mouth, and with all the strength he had left, he kept tearing at Thorin's neck muscles, trying to bite his enemy alive.

At this critical moment of life and death, Thorin also burst out with all his will to live, even if the blood was pouring from the broken arm of his left hand, his right hand still held the long sword tightly, and used his greatest strength to keep churning at Azog's heart, trying to destroy his heart as much as possible.

Dozens of seconds later, the strong, pale orc finally lost all of his vitality and completely lost his life.

And Thorin who was pressed under him was not much better, he lost too much blood, his face was pale, and the bite on his neck was full of wounds, if it weren't for luck, the major artery was not bitten, maybe he didn't have the strength to kill the orc before Azog bit him.

But even so, when the other dwarves of the expedition team scrambled to rescue him from under Azog.

The once handsome and extraordinarily handsome dwarven prince was also covered in wounds, and his whole body was stained red with blood, and he was on the verge of dying.

He reached out and took the palms of Balin and Fili, and whispered something as if he had said his last words, and the other dwarves wept and grieved for their prince.

Wayne, who was standing not far from him, frowned slightly, thinking about whether to continue to save the grandson of the king of the mountain, the prince who had a nervous attack in the original book and caused many people to be dissatisfied because of greed.

In the end, Wayne sighed, after all, they had been together for more than a month, and although the relationship was not intimate, it was also a teammate who fought side by side.

He stepped forward, walked over to Thorin's side, glanced at Gandalf, who was grieved because he had nothing to do, and then said to Balin and the other dwarves:

"Everyone, let me give it a try, maybe I can save him."

(End of chapter)