A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

However, at that moment, Borg fired a stray arrow, which struck his right leg.

"Chili." Philip looked at his younger brother lying on the ground, groaning in pain, and felt extremely anxious.

"Damn it!" Aaron cursed under his breath. "I'll go check it out."

After saying that, Aaron jumped onto the barrel and, stepping on the shoulders of several dwarves, leaped onto the shore.

Just then, an orc climbed up the dam and discovered Kili, who had an injured leg.

Just as Aaron threw the dagger in his hand, an arrow struck the orc in the neck.

Turning my head, I saw Tarel, bow and arrow in hand, charging towards me all alone.

The orcs along the way were no match for her, their lives being harvested as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

"What are you looking at?" Aaron patted Qili's face. "I admit she's cool, but you're the one who got rescued. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"I don't feel it," Qili said with a hint of delight, forgetting even the excruciating pain in his leg.

Aaron: ......

With a crush like you, you'll probably be henpecked if you get married.

"Stop gossiping and open the gate!" Thorin said impatiently.

"Okay." Aaron tossed the chili into his bucket and then pulled the switch.

The group was swept down the waterfall, swaying left and right in the rushing water.

"The dwarves are escaping!" Borg roared. "Chase them!"

The orc army immediately split off the majority of its forces and pursued the expeditionary force along the river.

Aaron stared blankly at the dozen or so wooden barrels that were drifting further and further away. Had they forgotten about me?

Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air came from the side. Aaron heard the sound and decisively reached out his left hand to grab the arrow.

"Trying to ambush me won't be that easy." Aaron gave Borg the middle finger, turned and chased after the expedition team. After running for a while, he jumped into his empty barrel.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten about me again," Aaron said, looking at the crowd.

"We knew you would catch up," Qili said with a weak laugh. "None of us doubted it."

"Isn't your face a little too pale?" Aaron frowned slightly, and looked at the arrow in his hand as if by some strange impulse. He noticed a strange pure black mark on the arrowhead, and his pupils widened immediately.

"Qili, you, you..."

Qi Li's expression changed slightly, and he immediately said, "It's normal to have suffered some injuries and lost too much blood."

Aaron read the pleading in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then threw the arrow in his hand into the rushing river.

Chapter 254 Doing Our Best to Detoxify

In the white torrent, the expedition team had no control over its direction or speed.

Borg led the orcs in a relentless pursuit from the shore, while a small group blocked their path, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

However, these dwarves were all elites selected from among the best, and some of them could even be described as battle veterans, who skillfully resolved every crisis.

An orc was about to attack a Nori floating by, but was instead dragged into the swift river by his weapon. Another orc stood on a dead tree spanning the river, preparing to attack Balin, but as soon as he jumped down, Thorin threw a knife that pinned him to the tree trunk, and his weapon fell into Thorin's hands. Yet another orc pounced on a barrel in Dvalin, but was headbutted by Thorin, who also seized an axe in the process.

After drifting along the river for several hundred meters, the expedition not only suffered no losses but also captured three axes and a knife, which they used to kill more than ten orcs.

The river flows past a tree bridge, where a row of orcs stand on the tree trunks.

The dwarves displayed remarkable teamwork; each person who floated past chopped an axe into the tree trunk, and after a few blows, the tree bridge broke, and a row of orcs were swept into the raging torrent.

The most outrageous case was that of Pangbo, who was lifted ashore by a spear by an orc, but in the process of bouncing around with a barrel of wine, he crushed more than a dozen orcs to death.

After stopping, he kicked open the bottom of the barrel, using the dilapidated wooden barrel as armor. Holding an axe in his left hand and a knife in his right, he killed several orcs before jumping into the empty barrel.

"My goodness!" Aaron exclaimed in astonishment, "He's really a fat guy? He's incredibly agile! He single-handedly doubled the score!"

Meanwhile, Legolas and Tarrell caught up with them.

The expedition team has been able to hold on until now because the elves have shared most of the pressure.

Legolas leaped onto the heads of Dvalin and Oin, using their heads as footholds to continuously fire arrows at the orcs on either side.

His superb archery skills were perfectly embodied in him; it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as never missing a shot.

"Gaius." Legolas's disgruntled voice came from ahead. While shooting arrows, he also managed to spare some attention to find Aaron's figure among the dozen or so barrels.

"Uh... is there something you need?"

“I have already asked my father, and he will agree soon. You should not break out of prison.”

Aaron smiled awkwardly but politely. "Do you think it makes sense to talk to me about this now?"

"Once we're safe, you and I will go back to heal my father's wounds."

"Your Highness, even elves need to be reasonable."

You locked me up for no reason and used my personal freedom to force me into unfair deals. Do you think that's right?

Upon hearing this, Legolas drew back his bowstring and shot both orcs through the throat. "The elves will reward you handsomely, and you will also gain the friendship of the wood elves."

Aaron's eyes lit up slightly. He had already gained the friendship of the dwarves on this expedition. If he could add the friendship of the elves to his life, he would surely thrive in this world!

Looks like they've escaped; we can't skimp on the potions we need!

"Your Highness, you're being too polite by saying that."

I will heal King Thranduil, but first I must fulfill the dwarven pact.

"What contract?" Legolas asked curiously.

"That's none of your business."

"I can guess even if you don't tell me."

“I’ve had enough. Take your foot off my head,” Dwarin said angrily. “Otherwise, I’m not sure if I’ll chop it off.”

Upon hearing this, Legolas stomped on Dvalin's head, using the heads of several dwarves as stepping stones to leap to the shore, where he engaged in battle with the nearest orcs.

He fought four enemies alone, but a fifth enemy appeared behind him, raising his axe high.

In the critical moment, Thorin threw out the only longsword he had, saving his life.

Legolas watched Thorin drift away with a complicated expression. He wasn't unaware of the enemy behind him, but he couldn't understand why Thorin, the dwarf prince who hated the elves, would save him.

As he remained puzzled, the last orc behind him slowly drew back the bowstring.

Ding!

The orc's arrow was broken by Tauriel's arrow, and she leaped over the orc's weapon, then placed a dagger against his neck.

“Tauriel, wait.”

Don't kill him, spare his life.

"Chase them, kill them, don't let them get away."

At this moment, Borg led dozens of orcs in pursuit along the river, but Legolas and Tarriel were powerless to stop them and could only watch helplessly as they chased them across the border.

......

Several hours later, the expeditionary force escaped the orcs' pursuit and stopped at the bank of a slow-flowing river.

However, this is only temporary. The slower current means they are moving slower, and Borg and his men will catch up soon.

The group scrambled ashore, and Qili, who had been holding on, let out a painful roar and collapsed to the ground, his right leg stained with blood.

“Chili is injured; his leg needs to be bandaged,” Bofor said, looking at him with concern.

“A bunch of Orks are chasing us, we can’t stop,” Thorin said.

“I’ll do it! It’ll only take two minutes,” Aaron said, stepping forward as the others discussed how to get there.

“How do I put it?

There aren't many people I admire, and you're barely one of them.

"Should I thank you for the compliment?" Qi Li said with a bitter smile.

"What are you joking about at a time like this?" Aaron's face was grave as he bandaged him while looking at him seriously. "Not to mention the deadly poison on the arrow, the blood loss alone would be enough to take half your life. You probably won't live for more than a few days."

"Can you save me?"

“Okay.” Aaron hesitated for a moment before nodding heavily. “I have a secret weapon, but I won’t use it unless absolutely necessary.”

Besides, we're not even that close, life-or-death bond, so even if we did, I might not give it to you.

"Then why are you bringing this up?"

"Explain yourself clearly, so that I won't feel guilty after you die."

Qili: ......

What a bizarre reason, but I have no answer.

"I have a teacher, and I also know some medical knowledge."

I will do my best to save you, but I only have a 50% chance of success, since I know absolutely nothing about this poison.

"Thank you." Qili thanked him solemnly, then looked at Aaron, "Can you tell me who you are? Considering I'm about to die."

Don't misunderstand, it's not that I don't believe you, we all believe in you.

But you're too special; you know a lot and are very capable.

"We'll talk about it when you're dead." Aaron patted his wound, and Kili immediately winced in pain.

Just then, footsteps approached slowly, and a human man appeared behind them, holding a bow and arrow and aiming it at Ori. The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

Dvalin grabbed a stick and stood in front of Olli, but before he could move, an arrow pierced through the stick.

In less than a second, he fired a second arrow, knocking the stone from Qili's hand, and the next moment a third arrow was already nocked.

Aaron was deeply moved by what he saw.

Are all people in this world so skilled with cold weapons?

It's one thing that Legolas's archery skills are better than his, after all, he's an elven prince who has received professional training.