Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 247 Karlyan and the Orc Borge

Since most of the orcs in the orc town had already fled, Wayne, in order to find a hapless fellow, piloted his magic flying carpet and searched the Misty Mountains for two hours before finally finding an orc hunting small animals near a hidden cave.

There's not much to say. In Middle-earth, orcs are the epitome of evil. Kill them on sight, no problem whatsoever.

Wayne, adapting to local customs, grabbed the orc and unleashed a lucky curse right in front of him, leaving the poor little thing terrified, as if its soul had been ripped out, causing it to soil itself in fear.

However, this time, his luck was quite average. He only drew twelve points of luck from him, plus his own double luck, for a total of forty-two points, while the other party had negative thirteen points.

The merciful Lord Wayne, unable to bear seeing the orc suffer such misfortune, ended his life with a single blow before leaving, and then continued on to Orc Town to search for Gollum.

However, even though Wayne's luck has increased to over forty points, which is almost enough to make him a chosen one.

But whether it's because Middle-earth has a creator god, or the so-called Great Song of Ainu, or perhaps because that little monster Gollum had already left with the orcs in the chaos, it's unclear.

He searched the entire cave, setting up numerous traps and baits, but still couldn't find Gollum, let alone the One Ring.

This has put Wayne in a bit of a bind. Without the One Ring, although the subsequent plot involving the defeat of Smaug and the Battle of the Five Armies shouldn't change much.

However, decades later in The Lord of the Rings, the destruction of the One Ring, the Fellowship of the Ring, and the defeat of Sauron, the story has changed dramatically, almost to the point of being earth-shattering.

After searching for a long time without finding his target, Wayne had no choice but to hope that the Great Symphony of the Creator God had magical power to put things back on track.

However, after thinking about it again, he felt that it didn't really matter.

After all, seventy years have passed since Middle-earth, and even in the Wizarding World, fourteen years have already passed. By then, Wayne's strength will have undoubtedly increased dramatically, far surpassing his current level.

Even if Sauron, the Demon Lord, were to descend in his true form, so what? If you provoke him, he'll just reveal his health bar and crush that scum.

Maybe when that time comes, I can try out what it feels like to slay a god and get another epic-level quest.

With this in mind, Wayne, after some initial worry, obediently continued searching the mine until nightfall.

However, his luck of over forty points was not entirely useless. At least when he was searching for Gollum in the mine, he not only found many rare ores along the way, some jewelry hidden in various places, but he even found the treasure vault in the orc town.

However, calling it a treasure trove is probably relative to humans or dwarves.

The orc clans of the Misty Mountains have existed for thousands of years, during which time countless members of other races have died at their hands.

The flesh and corpses of these victims became food for the orcs, but the valuables and equipment they carried were left behind.

Their weapons may have been used by the orcs, but gold, silver and jewels were useless to these primitive and savage creatures. They were stored here, or rather, abandoned there.

Faced with this sudden windfall, Mr. Wayne didn't hold back. He called out his little assistant, Vivian, and began the sweeping.

Vivian's interest in the gold and silver jewelry was noticeably higher. She worked with great efficiency, shouting excited slogans as she collected everything of value from the rubbish-filled treasure trove.

With the help of the Wealth Spirit, this treasure trove, hidden in the Orc Town for thousands of years, has finally seen the light of day again in a different way.

He turned them all into numbers in the wealth bank; 360,000 Orens was the final total value of this treasure trove.

Although its quantity was less than the giant treasury of the Gantowa continent, this unexpected windfall still greatly surprised Wayne.

However, Lord Wayne was quite principled. Although the dwarves did not contribute much to the battle, he still decided to give each member of the expedition team a spoil of war afterward, worth about 10,000 orens, as a way of commemorating their shared experience of fighting together.

By the time he returned to camp, it was already evening.

With Deathclaw Robin guarding the camp, the dwarves were sleeping soundly. When Wayne walked to the campfire, he found the dwarf prince Thorin staring blankly at his severed arm. His expression was neither sad nor regretful; he was just staring at his arm, seemingly lost in thought.

He did not disturb the prince who had lost his arm, but instead found a clean stone and entered a state of semi-meditation and semi-sleep, waiting for time to pass.

The night passed very peacefully. With the Deathclaw beast as a deterrent, no wild animals or enemies dared to raid the camp.

Everyone slept well, and the next morning, they began packing their bags, preparing to leave the Misty Mountains and continue their journey to Lonely Mountain.

It was a long and arduous journey. After leaving the Orc Town, they traversed the entire Misty Mountains, crossed grasslands, passed through forests, climbed mountains and ridges, and endured wind and rain, constantly moving forward in this world where most of the land was still wilderness. In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

Because of the war in the orc town, the expeditionary force was not pursued by orcs along the way, did not have to choose those remote and steep paths, and because the horses were not lost and Wayne provided logistical support, their speed was about twice as fast as in the original story.

Guided by Thorin and Gandalf, they approached Mirkwood almost two months earlier than in the original story, arriving at a wasteland outside the forest.

That afternoon, as they rode their horses, they unknowingly came to the vicinity of a rock that stood tall on the ground and resembled a giant bear.

A man-made staircase extends from the ground to the top of the rock, which, thanks to its elevation above other places, is a good spot for surveying the surrounding area.

Upon seeing the rock, Gandalf smiled, took a puff of his pipe, and turned to the others, saying:

"Friends, we've completed more than half of our expedition. This place is called Karl Rock, a very famous landmark in the area. Soon, we'll be entering the Dark Forest."

"Once we pass through the dark forest, you will be able to see the legendary Lonely Mountain with the naked eye."

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Leaving aside the expedition team's long and arduous journey, let's rewind to the point after Wayne and the others left the Orc town.

After the squad that had completely destroyed the orc town left, an orc who wasn't particularly strong, had a huge stitched wound on his head, and looked extremely terrifying and ferocious, found the camp where Wayne and the others had stayed. In a pile of rocks outside the camp, he found the body of the pale orc Azog.

A leader who had ruled the Moria orc clan for hundreds of years was abandoned in the wilderness like trash, left to be devoured by flies and maggots, utterly devoid of dignity.

If it weren't for the lingering aura of Deathclaw that kept the surrounding beasts from coming to hunt, the corpse of this orc leader would probably have already become food for scavengers.

The orc who was leading the group, with a huge stitched wound on his head, trembled uncontrollably upon seeing Azog's corpse. His face darkened, and his teeth clenched. After a dozen seconds, he suddenly let out a tremendous roar.

"Damn you, you vile dwarves, you will pay the price."

He wasn't very tall, but his roars echoed throughout the forest. The anger and hatred in his voice made the orc subordinates around him tremble in fear.

This orc is named Borgh, the son and sole heir of the orc leader Azog, although in terms of combat prowess, Borgh may not be as strong as his father.

However, compared to the seemingly brave but actually reckless Azog, Polg was more reserved, cunning and ruthless, and his prestige among the orc clans was only slightly less than that of his father.

After releasing his pent-up anger and hatred with a roar, Polger remained silent for a few seconds, then drew a long-handled battle axe from behind his back and slashed it down hard on Azog's already rotting body, decapitating him.

Looking at the head rolling at his feet, Polger silently knelt down, then took out a small knife from his waist, grabbed his father's head, and peeled off all the rotting flesh.

Soon, with his skillful dissection of prey, he peeled off a huge skull covered in blood.

Polger ripped off the jaw of the skull, then used a leather strap to make a hat out of it, which he then wore on his own head, making his already grotesque and terrifying appearance even more frightening.

It wasn't that Polger idolized his father; there was no such thing as warm family affection among orc clans. He did this simply to increase his prestige and also hoped to inherit his father Azog's bravery and become a powerful orc warrior.

Sure enough, the orcs had an innate reverence for this barbaric and violent behavior. When Polger personally turned his father's skull into a hat and put it on his own head, the other orc leaders who had been following him looked at him with even greater respect.

This time, following his father's orders, Polger brought nearly a thousand Moria orc warriors from the underground kingdom of Moria, with the aim of eliminating all the dwarves in the expeditionary force, especially the dwarf prince Thorin, his father's one-armed enemy.

However, his father has suddenly died, and it seems he was killed by the dwarves in the expeditionary force. This is something that Polger finds very difficult to accept.

Logically speaking, although his father did not bring many orc warriors from Moria, he had the assistance of several thousand skinny orcs from the orc town.

Even if those useless guys didn't have much fighting power, it was impossible for just a dozen or so of them to prevent my father from even recovering his body.

While pondering this question, the orc chieftain he had sent out to gather intelligence arrived with a surprised expression.

He first glanced with some awe at the skull atop Polger's head, still covered in blood and bits of flesh, then lowered his head and loudly reported to the leader:

"Reporting to the boss, we've sent men to investigate the caves in Orc Town."

"It turned out that there were no living orcs left in the orc town. At the bottom of the mine, there were thousands of rotting corpses."

As he spoke, the leader looked up at Polger, whose expression was unpredictable, and continued:

"Therefore, I deduce that this orc clan in the Misty Mountains may have already collapsed."

"Our people are searching the mountains for any potential survivors, hoping to extract some information from them."

Although he had such a suspicion in his mind, Polger still found it hard to believe after hearing it from his subordinates.

In less than a month, the town of orcs, with its large population, was gone in such a short time.

However, regardless of whether he believed it or not, the survivors from the orc town that his men brought with them told Polger all the information they had seen.

This includes that terrifying Deathclaw, and the horrific assassin who slaughtered hundreds of them every day for the next ten days.

This news made Polger's expression very serious. He was not a mindless orc like his father.

He was the kind of military genius who would assess the strength of both sides before each battle, and then use any ruthless means to continuously weaken the opponent's strength, resorting to any method to achieve victory.

Borgo deserves much credit for Moria's orc clans' numerous victories during their rise to power.

After listening to his subordinates' report and the intelligence from the survivors in the orc town, Polger quickly abandoned the idea of ​​continuing the pursuit.

He knew very well that with his current strength, he might be a little stronger than those few thousand useless people in the orc town, but the difference was only slight.

It's simply impossible to defeat the terrifying behemoth the survivors spoke of, and the invisible killer they mentioned.

These two beings are beyond the level that ordinary orcs can handle, and must be dealt with using equally extraordinary power.

After considering for a few minutes, Polger immediately gave instructions to one of his leaders:

"The orcs of the Misty Mountains have lost their orc king and have become a rabble."

"I will give you half of the soldiers. Gather all the orcs in the mountains and unite their forces in the name of avenging the Orc King."

"It won't be long before we need to wage a major war, and these people will be our cannon fodder, contributing their strength to the rise of the orcs."

Having said that, Polger mounted a strong dire wolf and then addressed the other half of the cavalry:

"Come with me, we are going to Dogurdu, where the power of the Witch-King of Angmar has been awakened."

"We must seek the help of the Dark Lord; only he can help us defeat our powerful enemy."

"We must avenge Azog! We must show those damned dwarves that we orcs are the true heroes of this world!"

(End of this chapter)