A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Thorin lost his footing and slipped on the ice. As soon as he regained his footing, the stone hammer slid across the ice and struck his legs.

Thorin fell again, rolling to avoid Azog's attacks.

After several attempts, Thorin quickly got up and seized the opportunity to slash Azog in the abdomen with his sword.

However, his armor was incredibly tough, and the sword strike did not cause him much damage; instead, it enraged him.

Azog angrily turned and hurled his stone hammer, but this time he used too much force and the hammer slammed into the ice and couldn't be pulled out.

Azog looked at Thorin and suddenly thrust out a sharp blade from his left hand, but Thorin ducked to dodge it.

Just as he was about to launch another attack, a flock of giant eagles flew in from behind Thorin.

The brown-robed wizard Redagast joined the battle with reinforcements. The giant bats were like chicks in front of the giant eagle, and were torn to pieces by the giant eagle in just one round of attacks.

In addition, the skin-changing man Bion also transformed into a giant bear, venting his hatred for the orcs like a meat grinder.

The orcs, who had just gained a slight advantage, instantly felt despair spreading through their hearts, and the scales of victory tipped completely in favor of the dwarves, elves, and humans.

"We won! We definitely won this time!" Bilbo shouted excitedly.

Aaron controlled the magic carpet to descend in front of Gandalf, and said with satisfaction, "This wave of reinforcements is absolutely a dimensional attack. The orcish behemoth army has been almost completely wiped out. They have no power to fight back and are doomed."

Gandalf, unperturbed, gave Aaron a smug wink, "You arrived just in time."

"It was timely, but it would have been better if it had come sooner."

Gandalf: ......

As Azog watched the giant eagle fly away, he knew that the orcs' fate was sealed.

But he was naturally extremely unwilling to pay such a heavy price for merely inflicting heavy damage on the dwarf and elf armies. He would at least have to take the heads of the dwarf king and the elf prince to barely break even.

But just as he came to his senses and was about to deal with Thorin, he found that Thorin quickly picked up the stone hammer on the ice and threw it to him.

Azog held the stone hammer, his mind filled with doubt.

What's going on? Oak Shield gave up resisting and actually returned his weapon to him.

Suddenly, Thorin took a step back and jumped onto the solid ice.

As he left, the ice floe beneath Azog's feet completely lost its balance and tilted uncontrollably downwards.

He immediately threw away the stone hammer, but it was too late; he struggled and fell into the icy lake.

"We won! Thorin won!" Dvalin cheered with laughter, and Fili and Kiri were also overjoyed.

"Don't be too happy yet," Aaron said with a stern face. "Azog is no ordinary orc. He didn't suffer any injuries. You could say he fell into the icy lake in perfect condition."

"Even with your physique, you could struggle for several minutes if you fell in. For the mighty King of Orcs to be unable to even make a ripple is truly... unbelievable."

Upon hearing this, the men's expressions changed drastically.

As they watched Thorin sitting on the ice, looking relieved, an ominous premonition arose within them.

"Thorin, get out of there!" Gandalf shouted.

Upon hearing the sound, Thorin paused for a moment, but as soon as he stood up, a sharp blade pierced his foot.

Azog burst through the ice, knocked Thorin down, and then stabbed him hard with the blade on his left arm.

Ding!

Thorin instinctively held his weapon horizontally in front of him, barely managing to block the fatal blow, but he was no match for Azog's strength and could only watch helplessly as the blade approached his chest.

"Thorin."

"Uncle." ×2.

Devalin, Fili, and Qili rushed over quickly. At this point, morality was no longer an option. The king was in imminent danger; who the hell cared about a fair fight?

However, they had barely run halfway when a short sword radiating blue light struck first, piercing Azog's temple.

Ah!

Azog let out a piercing scream. The immense pain made him forget about killing Thorin. He pulled out the thorn stuck in his temple and threw it aside. He staggered back a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

But his blue pupils were wide open, revealing his intense resentment before his death.

He would accept dying at Oak Shield's hands; after all, he was the king of the dwarves, and dying at his hands wouldn't diminish his status.

But just as he was about to kill Thorin Oakenshield and avenge his severed arm, he was taken by an unknown short sword. What could be more frustrating than that?

“Gaius.” Bilbo looked at his empty right hand, shook his head with a wry smile, “Although I don’t want to say it, well done.”

"Thank you for the compliment. The story of your great-great-great-uncle, Hou Niu Tu Ke, killing the Orc King is just a legend, but today's story is true."

Bilbo Baggins, the Hobbit, indirectly helped the Dwarf King kill the Orc King, Azog, and Sting will also be remembered in history—enough for you, his master, to brag about for a lifetime.

Chapter 288 Azog's Tragic Corpse-Beating, the War Ends

“I told you long ago, there’s no need to talk about morality with orcs.” Aaron walked up to Thorin and said meaningfully, “I think you understand now.”

Thorin nodded helplessly, then, with the help of Fili and Chili, he raised his right foot, which had been pierced by a sharp blade. "This is a lesson. You saved me again."

"I've saved you countless times along the way, so one more time won't make a difference."

"What about Legolas? How is he?"

“You don’t need to worry about them.” Aaron pointed to a stone tower that was suspended in mid-air and constantly collapsing not far away, and couldn’t help but sigh, “I am ashamed of myself!”

"When it comes to fighting, I've never seen anything so elegant."

With the agility unique to elves, Legolas nimbly stepped over the falling stones to reach Borg, then delivered a spinning scissor kick that brought Borg down.

Both of them nearly fell off the cliff, but managed to grab onto the rock face and flip back up as they fell.

In their next exchange, Legolas thrust his blade at Borg, but Borg grabbed his right hand.

He slowly raised his head and gave Legolas a provocative smile. Legolas returned the smile and then, using a nearby rock as leverage, stomped his feet onto Borg's shoulders.

Legolas twirled the dagger in his hand and plunged it down hard into Borg's head.

puff!

Borg's eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

The moment he fell, the stone tower collapsed under the weight. Legolas did a backflip and jumped to the shore, while Borg was buried under the rubble at the bottom of the cliff.

"It's finally over." Gandalf breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Without Azog and Borg, the Orcs were leaderless and doomed to defeat.

Without defeating Ilub, it would be extremely difficult for the Kingdom of Angmar to rise again. Sauron, too, would be powerless without resources, and Middle-earth would remain peaceful for a long time.

“Almost there,” Aaron said meaningfully. “I think we should make use of what’s left, like throwing Azog’s body at Dane’s place.”

Everyone:......

Holy crap! We were too narrow-minded.

“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” Bilbo chuckled. “Even if he was a wicked man in life, he’s dead, and look at his eyes, they clearly show he died with his eyes open.”

“Bilbo, you’re still too soft-hearted.” Aaron shrugged. “The education I received from childhood taught me that enemies are not worthy of sympathy, much less pity. You can use any means necessary to deal with enemies.”

"What kind of education did you receive?" Bilbo asked in astonishment, very curious about what kind of family could raise such an elite.

"Uh...that's not important."

Thorin, it's your decision: should we use Azog's body?

Thorin was silent for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

Although he avenged his grandfather and father, Azog died too easily, especially since he had just launched a sneak attack without any martial ethics. Using his corpse to relieve some pressure on the dwarves can be considered a form of atonement.

"Beautiful!" Aaron snapped his fingers and waved his wand at Azog's corpse, "Yugadimm Leviosa."

As the incantation was uttered, Azog's corpse flew down Ravenhill, but instead of landing in front of Dain, it stopped in the air above the battlefield and was disemboweled by a giant eagle.

Upon seeing Azog's corpse, all the orcs completely lost their will to fight.

After the giant eagles arrived, they lost hope in the war and even considered retreating, but Azog did not order them to fight to the death.

But now that the supreme commander is gone, they can run away without any psychological burden.

Dann immediately seized the opportunity and loudly announced that Azog had been killed by the king.

The dwarven army immediately perked up, each one acting as if possessed by a war god. They dared to fight even giant beasts one-on-one, let alone orcs.

Looking down from Raven Ridge, the dwarves, led by Dane, were chasing the orcs like cutting vegetables.

“It turns out I was right.” Aaron’s expression was somewhat unnatural. He knew that Azog’s corpse would have an effect, but he didn’t expect it to be so powerful.

His plan was to cut the orcs back into those huge caves, which would be a great victory. But Dann actually sent people to block the cave entrances. How much Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) did he drink to be so fierce?

Meanwhile, the combined forces of elves and humans in Dale also launched an attack, with Thranduil and Bard leading the charge and adding two weights to the scales of victory.

After descending Raven Ridge, the orcs had all been wiped out.

Thorin gave Dain a big hug, then looked at the leaders of the elves and humans and solemnly expressed his gratitude.

Although we won this war, we also lost too many lives. Peace was bought with countless lives.

The victory celebration was scheduled for tomorrow. Before today ended, they had to collect the bodies of their respective tribesmen and pray for the fallen warriors.

Thranduil followed Thorin into the King's Palace and successfully retrieved the Elven national treasure, the White Gem.

“I don’t like elves, but this is what the dwarves owe you.”

"Furthermore, on behalf of my grandfather, I apologize to you," Thorin said solemnly. "Although it may be inappropriate to say this, he was probably not mentally sound at the time, and I hope you can forgive him."

“We elves have made too many sacrifices for this cursed place,” Thranduil said expressionlessly. “I hope you don’t follow in your grandfather’s footsteps.”

“No.” Thorin shook his head, took the Arkenstone from the throne in front of his people, elves and humans, and then looked at Aaron. “Gaius, I present this gem to you as the king of the dwarves.”

"It's for me." Aaron was somewhat flattered. The Arkenstone was a king's certificate, equivalent to the dwarfs' royal seal. Was it really appropriate to give it to a human?

“Take it!” Thorin placed the gem in Aaron’s hand. “This gem has a seductive power; I dare not pass it on to the next king.”

Of all the people I know, no one is more suitable than you.

“If that’s how you put it, then I’ll shamelessly accept it.” Aaron grinned. “But you should be prepared, I’ll probably melt it down and turn it into a weapon.”

"That would be wonderful. Do you need the dwarves' help?"

The dwarves' blacksmithing skills are absolutely top-notch in Middle-earth.

Aaron waved his hand, indicating his refusal.