Because the orcs in the orc town have basically run out, in order to find an unlucky egg, Wayne drove the magic flying carpet and searched in the misty mountains for two hours, and finally found a half-orc hunting small animals near a hidden cave.

There's nothing to say, in Middle-earth, orcs are the representatives of evil, and they kill when they see them, without any problems.

Wayne also followed the locals, grabbed the orc directly, and came to his face with a lucky curse, which made the poor little thing, as if it had been drained of its soul, scared the and urine.

But this time, his luck was quite average, and he only drew twelve points of luck from him, plus his own double luck, a total of forty-two points, and the other party also became minus thirteen points.

The benevolent Lord Wayne couldn't bear the torture of this orc by bad luck, and before leaving, he directly ended his life with a knife, and then continued to the orc town to find Gollum's figure.

However, even if Wayne's luck was raised to more than forty points, it could almost be said that he was the chosen one.

But I don't know if it's because Middle-earth has a creator god and the influence of the so-called Ainu Great Movement script, or that the little monster Gollum has already left with the orcs in the chaos.

He had rummaged through the cavern, setting up many traps and bait, but still hadn't found the little thing Gollum, let alone the One Ring.

This time, Wayne will be a little bit tidied up, and the Supreme Ring is gone, although the plot of the next battle of killing Smaug and the Battle of the Five Armies should not have changed much.

But decades later, the Lord of the Rings plot, the destruction of the One Ring, the Fellowship of the Ring, and the killing of the Demon Lord Sauron, have changed a lot, almost upside down.

Wayne, who had been looking for a long time and couldn't find his goal, had no choice but to hope that the great movement of the creator god had magical power and could pull things on the right track.

But later, after thinking about it, he felt that it didn't really matter.

After all, seventy years after Middle-earth, even in the wizarding world, fourteen years have passed, and by that time, Wayne's strength must have improved by leaps and bounds, far surpassing the present.

Even if the Demon Lord Sauron's true body came, what if he was in a hurry, he would directly light up the blood bar and crush that scum.

Maybe when that time comes, you'll be able to try what it's like to slaughter a god and mix in an epic quest.

With this in mind, Wayne was troubled for a while, but he honestly continued to search the mine until the night.

However, the luck of more than forty points was not useless, at least when he was looking for Gollum in the cave, he not only found many rare ores along the way, some jewelry hidden in various places, and even directly found the treasure trove in the orc town.

However, it is a treasure trove, and it is probably relative to humans or dwarves.

The orc clans of the Misty Mountains have existed for thousands of years, and during this time, countless members of other races have died at their hands.

The flesh and corpses of the victims were reduced to food for the orcs, but the belongings and equipment they carried were left behind.

Their weapons may have been used by the orcs, but the gold, silver, jewelry, and the like were of no use to these primitive savage creatures, and they were stored here, or discarded, so to speak.

In the face of these sudden riches, Lord Wayne was not polite, called out his little assistant Vivian, and began to sweep.

Vivien's interest in these gold and silver jewels was noticeably higher, and she worked very neatly with her hands and feet, shouting excited slogans, and collecting all valuable items in the treasure house full of garbage.

With the assistance of the Fortune Elf, this treasure house, which has been hidden by the Orc Town for thousands of years, can be regarded as a different way to regain its sight.

He turned them all into numbers in the wealth bank, and 360,000 Oron was the final total value of this treasure trove.

Although its number is not even as good as the giant treasury of the Gantuowa continent, such a windfall has already surprised Wayne.

However, Lord Wayne is still quite disciplined, although the dwarves did not contribute much in this battle, but he still decided to give the rest of the expedition team a trophy each, which is worth about 10,000 Oren, which can be regarded as a commemoration of everyone's experience of fighting together.

By the time he returned to the camp, it was evening.

When Wayne walked to the campfire, he found the dwarven prince Thorin staring at his severed arm in a daze, his expression was not sad or regretful, just staring blankly at his severed arm, not knowing what he was thinking.

Instead of bothering the prince, who had lost his arm, he found a clean stone and went into a half-meditative, half-asleep state, waiting for time to pass.

The night was very peaceful, with the beast of deathclaw as a deterrent, and there were no beasts or enemies at all who dared to come and attack the camp.

Everyone had a good night's sleep, and then the next morning, they began to pack their bags and prepare to set off on their journey to the Lonely Mountain after leaving the Misty Mountains.

It was a long and arduous journey, and after leaving Orc Town, they traveled through the Misty Mountains, across the grasslands, through the woods, over the mountains, and through the open air, and continued to advance in this world where most of the territory was still wilderness, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

Because of the war in the Orc Town, the expeditionary team was not pursued by the Orcs along the way, so they didn't have to choose those remote and steep paths, and because the horses were not lost, and the logistics were also supported by Wayne, their speed was about twice as fast as in the original book.

Under the guidance of Thorin and Gandalf, they approached the dark forest and came to a wasteland outside the jungle almost two months earlier than in the original book.

And that afternoon, as they rode their horses, they came to a rock that stood high on the ground and looked like a giant bear.

A hand-hewn staircase that runs from the ground to the top of the rock, and with its elevation above the rest, the rock is a great place to survey the surrounding information.

When he saw the rock, a smile appeared on Gandalf's face, he took a puff of his pipe, turned to the crowd and said:

"Friends, we are more than halfway through this expedition, this place is called Karl Rock, it is a very famous landmark in this neighborhood, and it will not be long before we enter the dark forest."

"When we pass through the dark forest, you will be able to see the legendary lonely mountain with the naked eye."

………………

Not to mention the long and arduous journey of the expedition team, the time goes back to the point in time after Wayne and the others left Orc Town.

After the team that completely destroyed the orc town left, a half-orc who was not particularly strong, with a huge suture wound on his head, and a very terrifying and hideous appearance, found the camp where Wayne and the others had stayed, and found the body of the pale orc Azog in a pile of rubble outside the camp.

A leader who had ruled the Orc clan of Moriath for hundreds of years was abandoned like garbage in the wild, left to be devoured by flies and maggots, without any dignity to speak of.

If it weren't for the fact that the breath of deathclaws still lingered here, making the surrounding beasts afraid to come here to forage for food, maybe the corpse of this orc leader would have already become a scavenger delicacy.

The half-orc who led the head with a huge suture wound couldn't help but tremble when he saw Azog's corpse, his face was gloomy, his teeth were clenched, and after more than ten seconds, he suddenly let out a huge roar.

"Damn, despicable dwarves, you will definitely pay the price."

He was not a big man, but the roar he let out resounded throughout the woods, and the anger and hatred contained in his voice made the orc men who followed him tremble.

The orc's name was Polger, the son of the half-orc leader Azog and his only heir, though Bolg was probably not as good as his father in terms of combat power.

However, compared to the seemingly heroic but reckless Azog, Polgar's personality is more restrained, cunning and vicious, and his prestige in the entire orc clan is only slightly inferior to that of his father.

After releasing the pent-up anger and hatred in his heart through his roar, Bolg was silent for a few seconds, then pulled out a long-handled battle axe from behind his back and slashed at Azog's rotten body, cutting off Azog's head directly.

Looking at the head rolling at his feet, Polg knelt down in silence, then took out a knife from his waist, grabbed his father's head, and peeled off all the rotting flesh on it.

Soon, under his skillful skill of dissecting his prey, a huge bloodshot skull was peeled off by him.

Polg tore off the jaw of the skull, and then used a leather strap to make the skull into a hat and put it on his head, making his original hideous and terrifying appearance even more terrifying.

It's not that Polg admires his father very much, there is no warm family affection in the orc clan, and the reason why he does this is just to use this way to increase his prestige, and at the same time, he hopes to inherit his father Azog's bravery and become a powerful half-orc warrior.

Sure enough, the orcs had a natural admiration for such savage and violent behavior, and when Bolger himself turned his father's skull into a hat and put it on his head, the other orc leaders who had been following him looked at him with even more respect.

This time, according to his father's orders, Porger brought nearly a thousand Moria orc warriors from the underground kingdom of Moria, with the purpose of killing all the dwarves of the expeditionary team, especially the dwarven prince Thorin, his father's enemy with a broken arm.

But now, his father died suddenly, and it seems that the situation is still at the hands of the dwarves of the expedition team, which is quite difficult for Bolg to accept.

It stands to reason that although his father didn't bring many orc warriors from Moria, he had the help of the thousands of skinny orcs in Orc Town.

Even if those wastes don't have much combat power, it is impossible to rely on a dozen people on the other side to make their father unable to even recover the corpse.

Thinking about such a question, the leader of the orcs who had been sent out by him to inquire about the information rushed over with a look of surprise.

He first glanced at the skull on top of Polg's head with some awe and blood and flesh, then lowered his head and reported loudly:

"Report to the Boss, we're sending someone to the caves of Orc Town to investigate the situation."

"It turned out that there were no living orcs in the orc town, and at the bottom of the mine, there were thousands of decomposing corpses."

As he spoke, the leader glanced up at Polg, who had a cloudy expression, and continued:

"So I deduce that this orc clan in the Misty Mountains may have collapsed."

"Our men are looking for possible survivors in the mountains to see if they can get some information from them."

Although he also had such speculations in his heart, after hearing this situation from his subordinates, Bolg still had a hard time believing it.

In less than a month, the half-orc town with such a large number of people was gone in such a short period of time.

But then, whether he believed it or not, the survivors of the orc town brought by his subordinates told Polg all the information they had seen.

Including that horrible deathclaw, and the horrible assassin who slaughtered hundreds of them every day for the next ten days.

This kind of news made Polge's expression very solemn, he was not a half-orc like his father who only knew brainless and reckless.

He is the kind of military genius who has to measure the strength of both sides before every battle, and then use all ruthless means to constantly weaken the strength of the other side, and will do whatever it takes to win.

Moria's orc clan was able to achieve so many victories in its rise to prominence, and Polg was indebted.

After listening to the reports of his subordinates and the information of the survivors of the half-orc town, Bolg quickly dismissed the idea of continuing the pursuit.

He knew very well that with the current strength of his side, it might be stronger than the thousands of wastes in the orc town, but the strength was limited.

It was impossible to defeat the terrifying beast in the mouths of the survivors, and the invisible killer they spoke of.

These two beings are beyond the level that ordinary orcs can deal with, and must rely on the same extraordinary strength to deal with them.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, Polg immediately commanded the next leader:

"Now the half-orcs of the Misty Mountains have lost the half-orc king and have become a rabble."

"I'll give you half of the soldiers, and you will gather all these orcs in the mountain range to gather their power in the name of revenge for the orc king."

"Soon, we may need to fight a big war, and these people will be our cannon fodder, contributing their strength to the rise of the orcs."

With that, Polg turned over and rode a strong wolf, and then said to the other half of the cavalry:

"Come with me, we are going to Doguldu, where the power of the Witch King of Angmar has awakened."

"We must enlist the help of the Dark Witch King, who alone can help us and defeat a powerful enemy."

"We're going to avenge Azog, and we're going to let those damned dwarves know that we orcs are the powerhouses of this world."

(End of chapter)