A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Moreover, a large number of orcs have already invaded River Valley City, so it makes no difference whether he defends it or not.

Ah ~

At that moment, the thought entity suddenly heard a familiar scream and couldn't help but frown.

"Tilda, Sigrid?"

The two names flashed through the mind of the thought entity, which quickly teleported to the place where the voice came from.

A group of orcs charged out of the street, targeting a dozen or so elderly and infirm people, including Sigrid and Tilda.

"They all turned to stone."

Seven or eight red beams of light struck the group of orcs with pinpoint accuracy, causing all those afflicted to stiffen and collapse to the ground.

“Gaius.” Sigrid immediately pulled her sister to the memory object. “It’s so good to see you.”

"What are you doing here?" Aaron asked with some concern. "Has the rest of the country fallen?"

The two sisters exchanged a glance and nodded with difficulty.

“The orcs came in from all directions, except for this small area of ​​Old Street, but I guess that's about it now,” Sigrid said heavily. “River Valley has fallen, and we don’t even have weapons. We can only flee for our lives.”

Si Nian Ti's eyes twitched slightly. He had thought that by holding half of the city wall, he could buy Bard time to arrange things inside the city, but now it seemed that he had underestimated the power of the orcs' attack.

“Barn,” Tilda said anxiously, clutching the thought's hand. “Brother Gaius, Barn is still fighting the orcs to cover us. Please save him.”

“I understand, I understand,” the thought-provoking entity immediately said. “But I know nothing about this city, so you have to show me the way.”

The two sisters felt a little relieved and, carrying their thoughts, walked through an old street to the place where they had parted ways.

But when he arrived, the thought was dumbfounded. If he hadn't noticed the sisters' equally bewildered expressions, he would have suspected they had deliberately lured him there.

Barn was nowhere to be seen, but Bard, Gandalf, and Bilbo were there, leading a group of townspeople in a battle against the orcs.

"Dad, I'm here."

"We're here."

Sigrid and Tilda spotted Bard and shouted excitedly.

But the next moment, their mouths were covered by the thought, "No, please don't shout."

But it was too late; several orcs noticed them, along with two ogres several meters tall.

"Remember this, don't shout in places that aren't safe," the Memory Body said wearily.

The two sisters nodded hurriedly and hid behind Aaron in perfect unison.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the alley. Barn, panting, stood in front of the group and said, "I'll hold them off, you guys go first."

"I really want to praise you, but can you please stop your hands from shaking when you say this?"

"Besides, it's not your place to play the hero here." The thought said, turning to look at Bard and the others who were still fighting, and helplessly raised its wand.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The guardian deity in raven form was summoned, emitting a loud cry.

The white shockwave knocked down all the orcs within a radius of tens of meters, and even the two ogres were forced to retreat.

The raven spread its wings, flew up to the trolls, and slashed open their throats with its claws. Several other orcs were not spared either.

Bard and his men seized the opportunity when the orcs were suppressed by magic and swiftly killed them all.

Seeing that his three children were safe and sound, Bard breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ordered the others to go to the east city wall to provide support.

"Aaron, why did you take so long to get here!" Bilbo said with some complaint. If he had arrived earlier, they wouldn't have had such a difficult time.

"I defended the west city wall by myself," the Memory Entity said matter-of-factly. "I single-handedly held off hundreds of orc soldiers; otherwise, the situation in the city would have been even more chaotic."

"Gaius, can you still use the magic you just used?" Gandalf asked.

"What do you think?" The thought-form rolled its eyes. "Do you think I can hold off an entire army single-handedly with just a sword, without using magic?"

"Probably not."

"Absolutely not, otherwise I wouldn't be here now."

"By the way, shouldn't you give me an explanation for that ice dragon?"

“I’m just borrowing your reputation. The words of a highly respected grey wizard are certainly more inspiring and morale-boosting than those of an unknown nobody like me.” The psychic looked at Gandalf meaningfully. “You…won’t mind, will you?”

Gandalf's face twitched, but he could only suppress his grievances and force out a smile that looked worse than crying. "I don't mind, I don't mind at all."

Bilbo, let's go fight. I really want to kill someone right now.

“Gaius, I have a favor to ask of you,” Bard said seriously. “Gather the women and children together and take them to the church.”

"Me?" Aaron pointed to himself, laughing and crying at the same time, "You really know how to pick people. I don't know the way, and I don't know anyone. How can I help you?"

Bard paused for a moment, then looked at his son, "Barn, even if the sky falls, you can't come out. Can you do that?"

Barn nodded hesitantly, but Tilda grabbed Barn's hand. "We want to be with you."

“You should listen to your father,” Alfred said, appearing out of nowhere. “Leave this to me, sir.”

As he spoke, he pulled the three siblings aside one by one, but when it was Aaron's turn, he reluctantly withdrew his half-outstretched hand and revealed a sycophantic smile.

He had witnessed the magic firsthand; this person, though young, was definitely a big shot.

If the orcs do win this war, as long as they cling to this guy, survival shouldn't be a problem.

A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the man who thought about the city. The other men in the city were either fighting or on their way to fight, but this man was perfectly fine except for his slightly dirty clothes. It was clear how much he feared death.

“Alfred,” Bard reminded him, “only women and children can go; all the men must fight. You must come back.”

"Okay, I'll move the adults first."

"I'll be at your service when I get back," Alfred said nervously, then turned and ran away.

"This kind of person is not worth trusting at all," the Thought-to-Be-Body said calmly.

“It’s true that he’s afraid of death, but he poses no threat to anyone,” Bud said.

At this moment, a large number of orcs charged out from the street, and countless reinforcements scaled the walls to join the battle, making the situation for humanity extremely critical.

Upon seeing this, Bader immediately drew his longsword and jumped into the street to stand with his people.

Are you coming?

"Hmm... I don't have much magic left. I'm planning to go to the church and set up a defensive spell there."

"Alright."

"But before that, I can help you overcome a small obstacle."

Tell your men to get back somewhere safe, or I won't be responsible if they get accidentally injured.

As Si Nian walked to the center of the street, he stood in the open space between humans and orcs.

Bud immediately understood his meaning: "Everyone, do not fight back yet, retreat as much as possible."

The Thought Entity shrugged, and blazing flames surged from its left and right hands. It then joined its hands together and released a massive fireball.

"The Fire Dragon's... Blazing Flame."

boom!

An explosion rang out, and most of the street was instantly engulfed in flames, with parts of the street and city walls melting away.

Dozens of orcs and trolls were either engulfed by flames or buried under the rubble.

After unleashing its ultimate attack, the Thought Entity ignored the stunned crowd and said, panting heavily, "This is all I can do for now. If I have any energy left after setting up the defensive magic for the church, I will come back to help you."

Chapter 282 Thorin's Sobering Art of Boosting Morale

The ice dragon lured away a large number of war beasts, but the number of orcs far exceeded that of elves and dwarves, and their numbers continued to grow.

The Elven golden-armored troops suffered heavy losses, and Thranduil, riding his stag, fought his way back towards Dale, slaying dozens of orcs in succession.

As Thranduil entered the city, his steed impaled eight enemies with its antlers. Just as he was about to behead eight enemies with a single sword stroke, the elk was unfortunately struck by arrows and rolled to the ground.

The orcs around him quickly launched an attack. Thranduil glared at his enemies with resentment, then quickly stood up and wielded his twin swords to fight back.

His elven forces retreated into the city of River Valley and clashed with the orcs within, turning the city into a battlefield between humans, elves, and orcs.

Outside the city, Dann's Ironfoot army had suffered more than half its casualties, and even his boar mount had died on the way to the charge. The number of dwarven warriors continued to decline amidst the sounds of fighting, screams, and shrieks.

Left with no other option, Dane ordered his troops to retreat to Lonely Mountain. To his bewilderment, he still hadn't seen Thorin despite the ongoing battle.

The dwarves are now facing an enemy many times their size, their morale is low, and what they need most is their king.

Inside Irubor's palace, Thorin sat alone on the throne, staring blankly at the gold scattered on the floor.

“When have we ever abandoned our own people?” Dvalin walked up to the hall, his eyes filled with tears. “Thorin, they are bleeding and sacrificing.”

“These mountains are full of caves, and we can use the terrain to ensure everything is safe.” Thorin suddenly stood up. “Yes, yes, that’s right. We need to move the gold deeper to ensure its safety.”

"Didn't you hear me?" Dvalin roared in exasperation. "Dann is surrounded. They're all going to be killed."

Thorin paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "People always die in wars, there are plenty of people, but compared to gold, human lives are worthless, worthless."

"For gold, it's worth dying for."

"Is that what you think?" Aaron suddenly appeared in the hall, picked up the Arkenstone from the throne, and said, "Perhaps I shouldn't have given it to you in the first place."

"Put it down." Thorin drew his longsword and pointed it at the two men. "Put down the Arkenstone, then get out."

Get out before I kill you all.

Aaron shrugged and tossed the gem into the pile of gold coins at his feet. Thorin immediately jumped down the steps, picked up the Arken gem, and carefully held it to his chest.

"Dvalin, what do you think of him now?"

“He’s completely a different person.” Dvalin shook his head in anguish. “He wears a crown and sits on the throne, but he looks smaller than ever before.”

“I think so too.” Aaron shrugged, then took out his wand.

"What are you going to do?" Thorin's expression changed slightly as he tried to stop Aaron's actions.

"Expelliarmus."

The red spell struck Thorin, knocking his longsword from his hand and sending him flying backward.

"Calm down, I'm not here to steal your gold." Aaron smiled, then pressed his wand against his temple. "There's something I want to show you."