Chapter 1178 Siege

"Wandering wizard!"

Anyang heard Sorin calling him.

The river was about 100 meters away from the camp. He jumped out of the river and could see the camp. At the same time, he could see the Warg Knight rushing down from the mountain behind, and the huge pale figure standing on the edge of the cliff looking down——

Blasphemer, Asog!

The dwarves had already taken up their weapons and stood beside the warhorses, waiting for him.

Anyang hurriedly accelerated, ran to the camp, got on his horse and ran to the forest below.

The dwarves took a step ahead of him, ran a little ahead of him, and interspersed randomly in the forest. Only Thorin dared to turn back and stare at the figure on the cliff with hatred in his eyes.

"Qili!" Anyang shouted.

"Yes!" Kili immediately took one of the two bows beside him, slowed down the horse, added the quiver, and threw it to him.

Anyang carried the quiver behind his back, tightened the girdle, and almost kept pace with Kili, took the arrow, pulled the bow full moon, turned around and shot an arrow without looking at it.

"Shoot!...Hey!"

A goblin fell from a worg.

At the same time, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and an arrow shot into the forehead of the nearest Warg.

The two looked at each other and continued pouring firepower backwards.

However, the road conditions in the forest were not good, and it was going downhill again. It was easy for horses to step on and slip while carrying people. In addition, Ma Yuan is not as flexible as a wolf, and hunting prey in the forest is what wolves are best at. Everyone realizes that it is definitely not good if this continues.

Until the heaviest Bumbo's horse slipped and rolled over, and he immediately rolled down the mountain.

Seeing this, Thorin immediately rushed over, stopped beside Bumble, and shouted: "Prepare to fight!"

All the dwarves stopped and drew their weapons.

Anyang and Kili are still shooting arrows with bows, but because of the complex environment of the forest, the target is moving at a high speed. Even if every shot is aimed, it is difficult to ensure that every shot will hit every shot - there will always be arrows that deviate due to branches and leaves. Even directly blocked by thicker branches!

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

...

Arrows kept blasting out of the sky, through the forest, in exchange for the wailing of a worg or an orc, and the sound of a succession of objects rolling down the mountain.

Thorin, who has a big sword in one hand and a beast biting sword in the other, and Dwarin, who holds a double axe, stood at the front, and the other dwarves lined up behind them. They formed a human wall to block the enemy for the two archers behind, so that they could play.

The orcs approached quickly, and the number was extremely large. They circled around them at a high speed, making bursts of roars.

Anyang saw that the leader was an extremely ugly half-orc, and he hadn't seen Asog's figure yet, so he mercilessly aimed his arrow at the orc.

"Fuck!"

An arrow cut through the sky.

It shot accurately, but there was no sound of piercing the flesh, but a sound of metal collision——

"Ding!"

The arrow was blocked by a small shield tied to the half-orc's wrist, and at the same time he saw Anyang, put down his hand, and let out a demonstrative low roar.

"Today, not one escapes!" he said.

Anyang is also very helpless, because the initial speed of the arrow is so fast, which is determined by the bow and arrow, and has nothing to do with his archery skills. Block it, unless he is willing to spend precious energy on the arrows to attach spells, there is no way.

So he immediately shifted his target and continued to shoot at other orcs around him, deciding to clear the mobs first and then kill the boss.

The wolf cavalry gathered more and more, which caused great pressure on the dwarves, and the horses had already run away when they heard the wolf howl, and now they have to fight against the water!

Thorin clenched his weapon, and Dwarin clenched and loosened his grip on the axe, adjusting his pace.

Suddenly, the many grinning wolves quieted down, and a pale wolves carrying half-orcs of the same skin color walked slowly forward, revealing the majesty of kings, making the surrounding half-orcs and wolves dare not dare. Silence.

"Asog!" Thorin whispered through gritted teeth.

Asog rode on top of the wolf, sniffed, looked down at Thorin, and said, "Do you smell it? The smell of fear, I remember your father exuding fear, Son of Thorne, grandson of Thor. "

"I'll kill you!" Thorin stared at him.

"Oh, then, let's try it." Asog raised his warhammer high, waved it in a circle, pointed at Thorin and shouted, "This person is mine, kill the others."

The Warg and Warg cavalry swarmed in a swarm, growling lowly, grinning and rushing towards the dwarves.

"Climb up the tree, the higher the better!" Anyang shouted to Baggins, then put down his bow and arrow, holding the branch in his left hand and the elf sword in his right, giving up the position of the archer and walking forward to meet the dwarves Fight alongside.

"Wandering wizard, what are you doing here?" Feili asked with a low frown, then turned to look at Kili again.

"Now... we can only escape by killing Asog, so I plan to do it myself!" Anyang said in a deep voice, but stood still and did not move.

The warg and the orcs had already rushed forward, and the dwarves also rushed forward with their weapons in their hands, shouting the language of the dwarves, collided with the orcs, and then crossed, and blood and fire burst out in an instant. of light!

Of these, Thorin and Devalin were the most valiant, and Fili was the most valiant, slaying the Orcs behind the Wargs or Wargs that came into contact with them effortlessly.

When the orc charge was broken up, the battle wizard with a stick and a cross sword rushed forward, and directly aimed at the leader of the orcs, the pale orc, the defiler, the giant gondaba orc, Asog !

In the blink of an eye, he passed through several orcs and rushed in front of Asog.

"Human, dare to challenge me!" As the most powerful warrior, Asog was naturally unafraid. He pushed away a half-orc standing in front of him with one hand and walked towards Anyang.

Anyang checked the energy in his body, and it was still full, so he burst out again and rushed towards Asog.

The two figures collided instantly.

"when!"

The giant hammer in Asog's hand and Anyang's cross sword collided, and bright sparks erupted. At that moment, Anyang felt like facing Orgrim's Doomhammer in Azeroth, but At this time, he was much weaker than when he entered Azeroth...

His arms were numb, and if it wasn't for the strength of the charge, he would never have been able to draw a tie with Asog.

Moreover, Asog's mount, the pale warg bit the staff in his left hand, biting the branch into two pieces with a little force, falling to the ground, and leaving a gap between the warg's teeth. Countless sawdust.

"Wandering wizard!" Thorin called to him next to him, as if worried about the fate of his one-faced defiler.

But Anyang had only one idea at this time—

"Damn, Lao Tzu's staff!"

Anyang let out a low roar, and swung the cross sword again to collide with Asog, but at this time, he also stretched out his free left hand, aimed his palm at Asog, and shouted a spell.

Blaze blast!

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