A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

On the battlefield outside the city, with the king's addition, the dwarves were able to barely hold their own against an orc army several times their size, and the thirteen dwarves of the expedition team fully demonstrated their combat prowess.

With their combined efforts, the group could even take down the siege beast in a short time. Pangbo, with his size advantage, took down several orcs like a human bomb. However, after being crushed by Mount Tai, he needed his companions' help to stand up.

At this moment, another giant beast controlled by the orc was wielding a meteor hammer and frantically harvesting dwarf warriors. Seeing this, Aaron decisively threw a cleave spell, killing the orc on his back.

He then jumped onto the giant beast's back and used it to inflict devastating damage on the surrounding orcs.

During the battle, Dane encountered his cousin, who helped him take care of a few orc soldiers. "Hey bro, what took you so long to get here?"

Thorin didn't explain, but simply resolved all the doubts with a big hug.

"There are too many ugly freaks here, Thorin. Hopefully you have a winning formula."

Thorin looked towards Raven Ridge in the distance, and a plan immediately came to him. "Alright, let's capture the leader first."

“Azog.” Dane suddenly realized, “No, Thorin, you are the king. If something happens to you, we will lose our fighting spirit instantly.”

“No one is more suitable than me, Dane.” Thorin laughed heartily, then mounted a goat.

"But are you planning to go there alone?"

"If we don't reach Raven's Ridge, we'll be intercepted by Orcs."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Phil, Chili, and Devalin arrived in their large chariots, built by the dwarves, with several powerful goats pulling the chariots, ensuring their power.

“It’s been a while since I’ve driven one of these things.” Bahrain was excited but also a little nervous, after all, “a while” meant at least several decades.

"Gaius!" Thorin shouted on the battlefield.

Hearing the voice, Aaron steered his giant beast over. "What do you need?"

"I plan to kill Azog, and I need your help."

Aaron pondered for a moment, "This is indeed the fastest way to win this battle, but it's extremely dangerous. We'd have to fight our way from the foot of the mountain to the summit, so..."

"So what?"

“I need a price. I need payment, white gems,” Aaron said bluntly. “This is what I promised Thranduil.”

“No problem. The elves have made too many sacrifices for this battle, and they deserve it.”

“Then the contract is complete.” Aaron chuckled and jumped onto the dwarf’s chariot.

"Charge! To Raven Ridge!"

"Everyone, hold on tight."

“You bunch of crazy bastards,” Dane said, shaking his head. “I like it.”

On the chariot, Kili sharpened his blade with the high-speed rotating wheel hub and charged towards the enemy ranks, while Dvalin continuously fired crossbow bolts to clear obstacles in front of Thorin.

The chariot became a reaper, scattering orc limbs and torsos everywhere it went.

Azog noticed them and immediately ordered a wave of ogres to intercept them. The giant beasts, wielding clubs, charged menacingly toward the chariot.

"Leave it to me, the fire dragon's... roar." Aaron took a deep breath and opened his mouth to spew out a fierce burst of dragonfire.

The flames completely engulfed the six ogres that charged forward, leaving behind six charred corpses. The chariot then crushed them without any hindrance.

"That's amazing!" Qili shouted excitedly. "You can even breathe fire!"

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key. I don't want too many people to know about this ability." Aaron waved his hand sheepishly, indicating that this was just basic operation.

At that moment, another giant beast clad in armor suddenly attacked them. Balin immediately changed direction and narrowly avoided the beast's swords and axes, but the chariot was forced into the frozen riverbed.

In a hurry, Dwarin loaded the chariot with a gun and a box of crossbow bolts, but the ferocious beast continued to pursue relentlessly.

He roared and jumped into the river in a frenzied chase, causing the ice behind the chariot to crack repeatedly.

"Damn it!" Aaron decisively drew his wand. "Shatter to pieces."

A pale white light struck the giant beast, instantly shattering its body and leaving several fragments of armor on the broken ice.

"That's way too exaggerated!" Philip laughed loudly.

“I still think fire-breathing is more powerful,” Qili said.

"My magic is limited; I should be content with what I've accomplished."

“Guys, look ahead, we need to figure out how to take them down,” Bahrain warned.

The others looked ahead and saw a giant beast carrying a wooden bridge to ferry more than ten orcs across the river. The ice in front of them had been damaged by the beast, and a large section of the road had turned into icy water.

“I’ll do it.” Aaron volunteered, first using a Split Spell to kill the giant beast, then using a Polymorph spell to pave the way for the chariot, while the orcs on the wooden bridge were shot down one by one by Dvalin with crossbow bolts.

Just as the group escaped danger, they were suddenly attacked by dire wolves. Before they could react, two of the running goats were dragged away and became the dire wolves' lunch.

At the same time, two dire wolf riders attacked them from the front and back. Dvalin shot one dead, while the orc behind him was killed by Kili. During this time, a goat was also carried away by a dire wolf.

The number of goats was reduced by half, and their speed naturally decreased by half as well, but a pack of wolves was still closing in from behind.

“You go first, I’ll stay behind to cover the rear,” Bahrain said. “You’ll be faster riding the goats.”

"Can you hold them off by yourself?" Aaron asked with some concern. "There aren't just dire wolves here, there are dire wolf riders too."

“Leave me the crossbow bolts. I’m a warrior, after all.” Balin shrugged. “I may be a bit old, but they can’t kill me.”

Moreover, Thorin needs help; if we don't abandon the chariots, we won't be able to reach Ravenhill in time.

"Understood." Aaron nodded and cast an Ironclad Charm on Dvalin. "It might save you in a critical moment."

Chapter 284 Knowing it's a trap, yet still walking into it.

Although Dwarin and the others were reluctant, they knew that Bahrain was right and they had no other choice.

Philip and Kiri each jumped onto the back of a goat, cut the ropes connecting them to the chariot, and rode it swiftly toward Raven Ridge.

"Gaius, get on." Dvalin mounted the last goat, leaving a spot for Aaron.

"Forget it!" Aaron glanced at him with some disdain. "I don't like being around rough men."

"When did you start joking around?"

“This is no joke.” Aaron shook his head, offering no explanation, but instead tapped his shoulder with his wand, transforming into a raven and soaring into the sky.

Dwarin: ......

I'm just being nosy, why am I worrying about this?

And so, the group successfully reached the foot of Raven Ridge and met up with Thorin.

"Charge!"

At Thorin's command, everyone began to climb the mountain.

The orc guards along the way were completely powerless against these four elite dwarves, and they fought their way to the top of the mountain.

But what disturbed them was that the top of the watchtower was empty; Azog was gone, or rather, he had hidden himself.

“Where is he?” Kili said. “There seems to be no one here. Azog may have escaped.”

"I don't think so," Thorin murmured. As his old adversary, he knew all too well what kind of orc Azog was: treacherous, cunning, ruthless, and powerful—all the qualities of a villain were embodied in him.

That makes sense, though. They came to Ravenhill without any attempt to conceal their arrival, and Azog had already discovered them. Given his personality, he wouldn't be foolish enough to stay put and fight him to the death.

“Philip, you take your brother and search the lookout tower.”

Be sure to stay hidden, report any suspicious activity immediately, and do not act without authorization.

Understand? "

"Wait a minute." Aaron hurriedly stopped the two. "The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. It's better not to split up, otherwise we'll be easily defeated one by one."

“Another enemy is coming,” Devalin said as he walked over. “They’re goblin mercenaries, only about a hundred of them.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a goblin, looking like a little devil, charged over, howling.

"Take care of them first," Thorin said, then drew his sword and charged forward.

Fili, Qili, and Devalin were not afraid at all. They might not be able to defeat a hundred orcs, but goblins were only so-so in terms of fighting power. They would be ashamed if they couldn't beat them.

......

River Valley City.

Legolas rode his white horse and hurried over with Tauriel.

“Gandalf, another group of enemies is coming,” Legolas said anxiously. “It’s the Gondabar Orcs led by Borg, and they’re almost here.”

“Gandaba?” Gandalf seemed to realize something. “It seems this was planned. Azog is holding our army back, while Borg launches a surprise attack from the north.”

"The last straw that broke the camel's back?" the Thought Entity murmured. "But judging from the current situation, this orc army is probably not the last straw, but the final weight."

We were outnumbered and barely managed to gain a slight advantage, but with the arrival of the Borg, the balance of victory will tip in favor of the orcs again.

Damn it! Life is unpredictable, like a large intestine enclosing a small intestine!

No wonder my ancestors said that the situation on the battlefield is always changing rapidly. I didn't believe it before, but now I have to.

“The situation isn’t that bad,” Gandalf said calmly. “The orcs have reinforcements, and so do we.”

"Hmm?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, only then remembering that Gandalf had said that after Queen Galadriel rescued him from Dolgod, he sent the brown wizard Redagast to fetch reinforcements.

Now that the battle has progressed to this point, and the orc reinforcements are almost here, there's no reason why their reinforcements shouldn't come too!

"Gandalf, you were truly prescient! Your image in my mind has immediately become much more impressive."

Gandalf's lips twitched slightly, but he just smiled and didn't say anything.

“North? Where is north?” Bilbo asked. “Tell me.”

"Raven Ridge." The Thought-to-Be glanced at the sun obscured by clouds. "If nothing unexpected happens, it's near Azog."

“Oh no!” Bilbo’s expression changed drastically. “Thorin is there, and so are Fili, Chili, and Dvalin. They’re all there.”

Upon hearing that Kili was also in Ravenhill, Tauriel's pupils dilated slightly, and her heart jumped into her throat.

“It’s not just them.” The thought entity scratched its head. “My real body is there too.”

call!

Upon hearing this, Bilbo and Gandalf showed no concern whatsoever; instead, they breathed a sigh of relief, and even the worry on their faces lessened somewhat.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by this?"

The longing body felt as if its fragile heart had been brutally attacked, leaving it feeling utterly dejected.