A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The orc, who had narrowly escaped death from the flames, was swallowed up by the icy lake water, which carried countless pebbles, before he could catch his breath.

The number of Gangaba Orcs was reduced by 99%, with less than 50 surviving. Even these incredibly lucky ones were barely alive and had trouble even standing up.

Aaron knelt on a boulder, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

As expected, the Dragon Slayer Technique drained his magic power, but the effect was still quite astonishing.

The Gangdaba orc army is now completely crippled. All that's left is for Redagast's reinforcements to arrive, and the war will be over.

Just then, Aaron heard heavy footsteps.

Turning his head, he nearly had a heart attack from fright. Borg was charging towards him with a black hammer.

Holy crap! They're still alive?!

Borg wasn't brainless to lead an army; he sensed immense danger the moment Aaron uttered the words "Dragon Slayer Secret Technique."

The warning of death kept ringing in his mind. Almost instinctively, he lay down on the ground and grabbed several orcs next to him to make several thick human shields for himself, which barely allowed him to survive in the sea of ​​fire.

Even so, he suffered numerous burns, but none of them were serious injuries, which allowed him to escape the ensuing flood.

"Don't come any closer! It's really just a misunderstanding," Aaron said anxiously, inwardly cursing Bilbo for not coming to his rescue yet. He didn't have the strength to fight Borg one-on-one right now!

"Go to hell."

Borg roared angrily, the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

The Gangdaba army was the key to the Orcs' victory in this war, their last bargaining chip, but now they have nothing left.

If the giant bats hadn't suffered no losses, their presence would have made no difference.

Now you actually have the nerve to say it's a misunderstanding? Even if he were out of his mind, he wouldn't believe it.

Moreover, Aaron is far too threatening. He is not even an adult yet, but he can use such exaggerated magic. It is estimated that only the orc master can defeat him.

This is when he is at his weakest. If we don't kill him now, we will never have another chance, and the orcs will never have a chance to rise again.

boom!

Just as Borg raised his hammer, and Aaron was about to use the last bit of magic to cast a spell, a stone struck Borg precisely on the back of the head.

Feeling dizzy, Borg staggered.

At this critical moment, Bilbo seized the opportunity, controlled the magic carpet, grabbed Aaron's arm, and lifted him into the air.

Having narrowly escaped death, Aaron glared at Bilbo with resentment, "Why did you take so long to get here?"

“That’s fast enough,” Bilbo said, but when he met Aaron’s skeptical gaze, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. “Well! I’m just amazed by your magic.”

This is outrageous! Destroying an entire army in a single move—even if I saw it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it.

"Heh! So you've forgotten about me?" Aaron said speechlessly. "You should have come to save me immediately."

“Uh… I was only shocked for a few seconds,” Bilbo said sullenly. “I came straight here to save you as soon as Borg crawled out of the pile of corpses.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron rolled his eyes in anger.

Nima!

If you could save those few seconds of shock, I wouldn't have been living in fear under Borg's knife. I've never been this thrilled before.

"go back."

"Huh?" Bilbo was taken aback. "You're not in the right condition to be on the battlefield right now."

"Don't worry, Gandalf and the others are all here. The scattered orcs on Raven Hill pose no threat to me."

Bilbo thought so too, and immediately controlled the magic carpet to return to Ravenhill.

When Borg saw them return, he roared in anger, wishing he could sprout wings and fly into the sky.

“Impotent rage.” Aaron said sarcastically, then leaned back tactically. “I did it on purpose. All orcs deserve to die. There’s no misunderstanding.”

Even though Borg was trembling with anger, he knew he couldn't do anything to them, so he simply pretended not to see them and quickly ran towards the top of Raven Ridge.

Now that the army is gone, the only way to win this war as quickly as possible is to help Azog take down Thorin and the others.

Near the ice lake in Ravenhill, Gandalf and his men had almost completely cleared out the orc guards.

The situation naturally changed dramatically. What was originally an orc attacking a few dwarves had now turned into a dwarf, elf, and wizard attacking Azog.

Even the pale orc Asog couldn't help but feel a little guilty when surrounded by seven people.

Just then, Borg arrived, giving him hope of victory.

“Borg, you’re back, which means that wizard is dead, right?”

"Quickly mobilize our troops and slaughter them all!"

Chapter 287 Chivalry is all a lie

Borg hesitated, worried that Azog wouldn't be able to accept reality.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm still alive." Aaron's triumphant voice came from above, catching Asog completely off guard.

"Borg, where are our troops?"

"If nothing unexpected happened, they would have been wiped out." Aaron said calmly, with a hint of regret in his voice. "But there was still an unexpected incident. A few dozen of them were tougher and were just a little short of dying."

However, once we win this battle, I believe the dwarves will be happy to finish off the enemy.

Azog was stunned. He turned to look at Borg and, seeing that he was silent, immediately understood that this was no joke and that his army was probably really doomed.

"Why are you still alive?" Azog grabbed Borg by the neck, furious. "Why didn't you die with them?"

"Because we reacted quickly," Borg explained guiltily. "You have no idea what just happened. That damned wizard unleashed a fire more terrifying than dragonfire, reducing our army to ashes."

The flames also melted the ice on Raven Ridge, and the soldiers who survived were swallowed by the lake.

Upon hearing this, Azog suppressed his anger.

He desperately wanted to ask why he hadn't killed the wizard to avenge himself, but the magic carpet above his head left him speechless.

Borg is undoubtedly one of the top warriors among the orcs, but no matter how strong he is, he can't fight enemies in the air if he can't fly.

“I’m not killing you because you’re my son, but because we’re desperately short of other options.” Azog coldly pushed Borg away. “There’s only one way to atone for your crimes, and you know what it is!”

Borg nodded, then picked up his weapon and looked at the Elf Prince Legolas. "It's time to settle the score in Lake-town."

“I’ll play along to the end,” Legolas said, narrowing his eyes.

On the night he was chasing the orcs in Laketown, he was accidentally punched in the nose by Borg and bled.

The fact that the Elf King's son was slightly injured in the battle against the Orc King's son is a great disgrace, which can only be redeemed by the death of the other party.

Taryl wanted to help, but Legolas refused.

Borg was strong, but he was confident he could kill his opponent without needing anyone's help.

"Thorin Oakenshield." Azog looked at Thorin and challenged, "Are you planning to fight one-on-one or all at once?"

"I almost forgot, the entire Turin royal family is here. They're definitely going to gang up on us!"

“I’ll do it,” Philip volunteered. “Uncle, let me go. Dwarves can’t be looked down upon.”

"I'll do it, Philip, don't try to take it from me."

“No, you are no match for him,” Thorin shook his head. “I’ll do it!”

Holy crap! Are you out of your mind?!

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. What's the point of talking about morality with an orc? Just attack him and kill him.

"Bilbo, you're quite good at throwing stones."

"When you get the chance, smash it into Azog's head. Don't hold back."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone looked up at the blanket hanging in mid-air, finding it hard to believe that a teenager had said them.

"Oak Shield, is this all the dwarven royal family can do?" Azog roared angrily. He had always thought that backstabbing and ambushing were the specialties of orcs, but today he realized that his perspective was too narrow.

"If you don't want a one-on-one fight, just say so. I'm not afraid of you all coming at me at once. Why resort to these underhanded tactics?"

Thorin's face darkened. "Bilbo, don't interfere."

This is a matter for the Turin people, and it should be resolved by us ourselves.

Bilbo: ......

I don't think I said I agreed!

"Idiot," Aaron muttered to himself. "Even if you gave him a chance, he wouldn't be able to do it!"

“That’s true, but ambushing someone… is a bit unethical.” Bilbo pursed his lips. “The heroes in the book all uphold the code of chivalry, let alone King Thorin.”

"Give me a break! Chivalry is all a lie."

If you can win, you won't die, so you can play the chivalrous card. If you can't win, you'll definitely die, but you can still play the chivalrous card.

But what about Thorin? He was evenly matched with Azog, and even with an overwhelming advantage, he still fought him to the death. I don't believe he wasn't out of his mind.

Look at Legolas. He was confident of winning a one-on-one fight against Borg. If I said anything more, it would be disrespectful to him.

Legolas: ......

That sounds a bit strange.

"Shut up."

Azog roared angrily at Aaron, then charged at Thorin without regard for anything else.

He dared not let Aaron continue, lest he fool Thorin and turn the one-on-one duel into a group fight, which would be disastrous.

But since they're in the sky, there's no way to stop them. So the only option is to target Thorin. Once the fight starts, he won't think about anything else.

Asogra swung his chained stone hammer at Thorin, who knew he was no match for Asogra in terms of strength and could only hastily dodge.

The stone hammer was very powerful, but it also generated a lot of inertia. After Thorin dodged two attacks, he slashed at Azog's left hand with his sword, but it was blocked by the blade on Azog's left arm.

Azog grinned maliciously and continued to swing his giant hammer at Thorin, who could only dodge the powerful attacks.

The stone hammer kept striking the lake surface, and cracks gradually appeared on the ice.

Seeing this, Thorin immediately decided to use the ice to turn the tide. He moved around Azog, guiding his attack.

Soon the ice beneath their feet broke off, and they floated on the water like a small boat, swaying constantly.