A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

He instinctively gripped the blanket on his back; in this dark underground space, only this blanket could give him a sense of security.

A moment later, a deep breathing sound came from above Bilbo's head.

He looked up and saw a pair of large eyes radiating a blue, eerie light, and couldn't help but shudder.

Gollum jumped off the rock and landed right in front of Bilbo.

"Thank goodness, baby, this looks very meaty."

Chapter 245 Escape from Death, Hobbits Rejoin the Team

Ding!

Just as Gollum was about to get closer, Bilbo's short sword was pressed against his throat.

"Step back, step back."

I'm warning you, don't come any closer.

Gulu retreated repeatedly, muttering to himself, "He has the sword of an elf, but he is not an elf."

He's not an elf, then what is he, my darling?

“My name is Bilbo Baggins, and I am a hobbit from the Shire.”

"Oh!" Gollum exclaimed in delight. "We like orcs, bats, and fish, but have we ever tried hobbits? Aren't they plump and juicy?"

Bilbo, seeing Gollum slowly approaching, immediately drew his sword and swung it wildly, driving him away.

Gulu was wary of the sword in his hand and had to keep his distance.

“I don’t want any trouble. Tell me how to get out, and I’ll leave.”

Gollum knew the safe route to leave, but his mental state was abnormal; he would talk to himself from time to time and constantly switch between good and evil.

Finally, the two decided to play a guessing game.

If Bilbo wins, Gollum will tell him how to get out; if he loses, Gollum will eat him.

Neither of them expected to lose, or rather, even if they did lose, they wouldn't follow the rules of the game.

......

On the other side, the Orc King sang triumphantly as his Orc minions pushed over the bone crusher and meat grinder, preparing to throw the dwarfs in.

Seeing this, Aaron knew he couldn't wait any longer. He aimed at the Orc Queen, took a deep breath, and leaped down from above.

boom!

A loud noise suddenly came from the throne, attracting everyone's attention.

When the smoke cleared, the Orc King lay on the floor with his eyes rolled back, while Aaron held a knife to his neck.

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

I think you might not have noticed that the thief in the group is missing.

The dwarves erupted in cheers, while the orcs who had been beating them were bewildered.

"You're human?" the Orc King asked in astonishment. "What brings you to my Orc City?"

“Save a few dwarves.” Aaron pressed his knife down half an inch, saying in a half-threatening tone, “You should know what I mean.”

“Of course.” The Orc King blinked lightly. “What are you all standing there for? Release our distinguished dwarven guests!”

The orcs looked at each other, but they dared not disobey the king's orders, and helplessly retreated like the tide.

The dwarves immediately adjusted their stance, picked up their confiscated weapons, and confronted the orcs around them.

Thorin drew his Beastbite sword and turned to look coldly at the Orc King.

He remembered the humiliation he had suffered before, and now it was time to avenge himself.

"This sword..." The Orc King swallowed hard as he looked at the unsheathed Beastbite Sword, his massive body trembling. "It's the Beastbite Sword that has slain the necks of thousands of Orcs."

"Good eye, you'll be the next one."

"No, don't do it!" Aaron immediately stopped Thorin. "If he dies, we'll all die with him."

“That’s right.” The Orc King, as if grasping at a straw, laughed loudly, “That’s absolutely right. You can’t kill me. Even if you kill me, you won’t be able to leave Orc City.”

Swish!

With a flash of sword light, Aaron sliced ​​off a chunk of flesh from the Orc King's chin, the red flesh falling to the ground as the Orc King let out a painful scream.

"You, how dare you?" The Orc King looked at Aaron in horror. "Don't you know how serious the consequences would be if I died?"

"Aren't you still alive?" Aaron said with a playful smile, but it sent a chill down the orc king's spine.

Aaron understood what he meant: as long as he was alive, the orcs would be hesitant to act against him.

However, the possibility of 'not dying' is quite high. If he's lucky, he can be unharmed; if he's unlucky, he can be half-dead.

"Understood?

As a prisoner, you should act like one. Don't be so arrogant; it won't do you any good.

Thorin realized what was happening and looked at the Orc King with a cold smile, "Losing an arm or a leg shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

“No, Thorin Oakenshield, you can’t do that,” the Orc King said in a panic.

“Indeed, no.” Aaron poured cold water on Thorin’s resolve. “A crippled orc king isn’t even a king. Do you think they’ll be wary of us if we send him hostages?”

Thorin glanced at the densely packed orcs around him, then patted the orc king's face with his Beastbite Sword. "Consider yourself lucky."

The Orc King was both nervous and angry, but dared not say anything more, for fear of losing even more flesh.

"What do we do now?" Dwarin asked.

“Let him lead the way and get us out of here,” Thorin said. “Kiri, Phil, you two help Aaron keep an eye on him.”

The two dwarf brothers exchanged a glance, took their swords, and walked up to the Orc King.

The Orc King carefully stood up, with Fili and Qili standing on either side of him, their swords pressed against his waist. They would not hesitate to stab him if he made the slightest movement.

The group cautiously made their way through the orcs' encirclement. The orc king, surrounded by dwarves, had lost his former imposing manner.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the ground beneath the Orc King's feet suddenly cracked open.

Before Philip and Chili could react, he fell to the next level.

"It's careless."

Aaron slapped his thigh in frustration. They had taken care of everything, from front to back, left to right, and even above, but they had forgotten that these orcs were also experts at digging.

"Hahaha!" The Orc King laughed wildly. "Everyone, charge! Kill them! Cut off the heads of those with Oak Shields!"

"I'll leave that human to me; I'll torture him to death slowly."

"Holy shit!" Aaron cursed, "A half-orc king, my foot! Can't you be a little more magnanimous?"

"Never mind that." Dvalin swung his hammer, knocking away an orc who lunged at him. "Let's deal with the situation right now!"

The dwarves fought valiantly, but they were quickly overwhelmed again by the surging tide of orcs.

Aaron was in a slightly better situation; he had never seen such a large-scale event before and was not able to handle it.

However, due to the Orc King's orders, he faced much less pressure than the dwarves.

Suddenly, a bright white light appeared.

The powerful shockwave sent countless orcs flying, and the dwarves were also crushed to the ground by the force.

Gandalf emerged slowly from the darkness, holding his staff in his left hand and his sword in his right, appearing in everyone's sight.

He looked at the dwarves who were tightly surrounded and almost lost their will to fight, and said in a deep voice, "Pick up your weapons and fight."

"fighting."

Gandalf roared, and the dwarves' morale instantly returned. Shouting, they picked up their weapons and swept away the surrounding orcs with unparalleled force.

"He's wielding an enemy sword," the Orc King said, pointing at Gandalf in horror. "His sword strikes are as blinding as sunlight."

Aaron followed the sound and saw the Orc King. He considered taking him hostage again, but the scene was too chaotic and the other side was on guard. Even if he risked using Phantom Teleportation, he wasn't very confident of success.

"Damn humans!" the Orc King roared as he charged forward, raising his scepter and slamming it down on Aaron's head.

"Who are you looking down on?"

Aaron twirled his sword and slashed at the Orc King's scepter.

The blade and the scepter collided, and the orc king was thrown back several steps by the powerful force, falling off the wooden bridge.

Aaron's hands trembled slightly; the knife in his hand was just an ordinary elf's weapon and could not withstand much force.

“Come with me, quickly,” Gandalf said.

Everyone immediately followed him and ran towards a hole.

They fled and fought their way through the intricate underground lair. Devalin swung a log left and right, Chili charged through the air on a ladder, and Pomber destroyed a bridge using his own weight.

They used everything they could to carve out a bloody path.

They fled to a cliff, where Gandalf raised his staff and struck down an irregularly shaped, round boulder. The group pushed it forward, crushing a group of orcs.

Behind them was a relentless horde of orcs, who dared not stop for a moment and fled frantically forward.

Just as they reached the middle of a wooden bridge near the exit, the Orc King suddenly jumped up from below, blocking their path.

At the same time, more and more orcs surrounded them from all directions.

"You think you can escape me?" The Orc King swung his scepter, knocking Gandalf back twice. "You're out of options now, wizard?"

Aaron drew his bow and shot an arrow that struck the Orc King in the eye.

"Agh!" The Orc King covered his eyes, glaring at Aaron with resentment. "It's you again?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Gandalf swung his sword and slashed a huge gash in the Orc King's stomach, cutting off a third of his body.

“Wizard,” the Orc King knelt on the wooden bridge, “this trick seems to work too.”

Gandalf didn't waste any words and slashed his throat with his sword.

The Orc King's neck was cut in half, and he collapsed on the wooden bridge, losing his life completely.

"That's what you call a villain dying from talking too much," Aaron said dismissively. If the Orc King had been even slightly more serious, they wouldn't have been able to kill him so easily.