Chapter 286: Dragon Slayer Secret, the Destruction of the Gundaba Orcs
Gandalf, along with Legolas and Tauriel, joined the battle, helping to relieve the pressure on the Dwarves, while the thought form escorted Bilbo to Aaron.
The main body and its clone were connected by thought, cooperating seamlessly, and in a short while, they eliminated the dozen or so Orcs in front of them.
"We need to go help Thorin quickly," Bilbo said.
"Not now, I need to recover my magic."
"That's why I'm here," the thought form said with a meaningful smile, then transformed into particles and merged with the main body.
Feeling the surge of magic, Aaron felt a sense of relief, finally experiencing a long-lost sense of security.
"Can we go help Thorin now?" Bilbo asked, holding sting, his expression extremely anxious.
"Others can, but you have to stay here; I'll be counting on you later."
"What are you talking about?" Bilbo asked, puzzled. "Is there anything more important than helping Thorin?"
"There really is." Aaron motioned for Bilbo to look up at the sky; a massive dark cloud was continuously approaching Ravenhill, filled with countless giant bats.
"Gollum!" Bilbo felt a chill and silently reached into his pocket, ready to put on the One Ring. "Have the Gundabad Orcs arrived?"
"Thorin won't die anytime soon. We need to find a way to stop this Orc army, otherwise, let alone the Elves and Dwarves below, even we few won't be able to protect ourselves. This is not alarmist; eight people might not even be able to Apparate away."
"What are you planning to do?" Bilbo asked in a deep voice.
Just as Aaron was about to explain, a group of giant bats flew over Ravenhill and joined the battle below, attacking the Dwarf Ironfoot Army, immediately turning the tide of the battle in favor of the Orcs.
"I hope Radagast can be reliable and bring our reinforcements quickly. If he's any later, the battle might already be over."
"Charge, kill them!" Borg suddenly appeared in their line of sight, commanding his Gundabad Orc vanguard to attack everyone.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Aaron, without a word, used the Patronus Charm to construct a giant protective barrier, blocking Borg's army on the other side of Ravenhill.
Seeing this, Azog's pale face showed several clear black lines.
Initially, only Oakenshield, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and an ordinary Wizard had charged up Ravenhill. He thought victory was assured, and it was only a matter of time before the defenders on Ravenhill dealt with these mere five individuals.
Later, their numbers doubled, and he still didn't think it mattered, even feeling a little excited. The Elf Prince and the damned Grey Wizard were both here; as long as they took their heads, this battle could basically be declared an Orcvictory. Although the defenders might be insufficient, with the arrival of Gundabad reinforcements, all problems would be no problem.
But what did he see now? A Wizard actually blocked his reinforcements! This was not what he had imagined at all!
Thorin seized the moment Azog was distracted and slashed down with his sword, cutting off his shoulder armor. "It seems you've made a mistake!"
"Hmph! An unexpected variable. But it doesn't matter; how long do you think he can sustain this magic?" Azog sneered. "Perhaps this isn't a bad thing, because you won't be facing the vanguard. The Gundabad army will gather in a short time and then easily crush you."
"Good idea." Aaron led Bilbo to the top of the lookout tower, then gave Azog a harmless smile.
"I should have killed you first!" Azog roared in anger.
Aaron shrugged indifferently. "You talk as if you could have killed me."
"Gaius, can you still hold on?" Thorin asked.
"No problem, I have a plan; I'm going to play big," Aaronsaid, subtly glancing at the other side of Ravenhill. "But I didn't expect such an enthusiastic audience!"
"Is it really appropriate to say that now?" Bilbo asked nervously, as a large number of ferocious Orcs were attacking the barrier less than ten meters away from them.
"I will soon cast the most powerful magic I can unleash so far to severely wound this Orc army, but after one strike, my magic will be depleted, and I won't even be able to use the most basic spells. At that time, my life will be in your hands; everyone else is completely unreliable."
Hearing this, Bilbo turned to look at the ever-growing Orcarmy, suddenly understanding something, and felt the magic carpet on his back become incredibly heavy.
"I understand. I will definitely protect you before I die."
"Thanks."
Aaron let out a long breath, waved his hand to remove the protective barrier, and the tidal wave of Orcs immediately surged forward.
Seeing this, Aaron's body leaned slightly forward, and he took a running start, leaping down from the lookout tower.
As he fell, he channeled all the magic within his body, and raging flames erupted from his hands, which he then positioned in a spiral shape in front of him.
"Dragon Slayer Secret Art "Crimson Lotus Exploding Flame Blade!"
Boom!
The flames from Aaron's hands instantly expanded countless times, the vast fire transforming into a sea of flames with immense impact and destructive power, covering half of Ravenhill in the blink of an eye. Countless Orcs were incinerated to dust by the extreme heat before they could even scream.
The massive explosion also triggered a chain reaction; the ice lake on one side of Ravenhill shattered, and the mountain suffered a large-scale collapse.
The Orcs who had miraculously survived the flames didn't even have time to catch their breath before they were engulfed by the icy lake water, along with countless brokenstone fragments.
The Gundabad Orc army's numbers were instantly reduced by ninety-nine percent; fewer than fifty survived, but even these incredibly lucky individuals were half-dead, unable to even stand up.
Aaron knelt on a large rock, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath.
As expected, the Dragon Slayer Secret Art had completely drained his magic, but the effect was truly astonishing.
The Gundabad Orc army was completely crippled. Now, they just had to wait for Radagast's reinforcements to arrive, and this war could be concluded.
Just then, Aaron heard heavy footsteps.
He turned his head and almost had a heart attack; Borg was rushing towards him with a black hammer.
My goodness! He's not dead?
Borg, being able to lead an army, was naturally not brainless. When Aaron shouted the words "Dragon Slayer Secret Art," he felt an immense sense of crisis.
Warnings of death constantly echoed in his mind. He almost instinctively dropped to the ground and dragged several nearby Orcs to create several thick layers of flesh shields for himself, which barely allowed him to survive the sea of flames.
Even so, he sustained quite a few burns, but they were not debilitating, which allowed him to escape the subsequent torrent.
"Don't come any closer, this is really just a misunderstanding," Aaron said anxiously, secretly cursing Bilbo for not coming to save him yet. He currently had no strength to duel Borg!
"Die!"
Borg roared furiously, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.
The Gundabad army was the key to the Orcs winning this war, and their last trump card, but now everything was gone. If it weren't for the giant bats suffering no losses, their arrival would have made no difference.
And now you actually have the nerve to say it's a misunderstanding? He wouldn't believe it even if he lost his mind.
Moreover, Aaron's threat was too great. To be able to use such exaggerated magic before reaching adulthood, it was estimated that only the Orcs' master could defeat him. Now was his weakest moment; if he didn't kill him now, there would be no chance later, and their Orcs would never rise again.
Bang!
Just as Borg raised his hammer and Aaron was about to squeeze out the last bit of magic to cast a spell, a stone accurately struck Borg on the back of his head.
Feeling dizzy, Borg staggered.
In 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 looked at Bilbo with resentment. "Why did you take so long?"
"I was already fast enough," Bilbo said, but meeting Aaron's skeptical gaze, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. "Alright! I was just awestruck by your magic. It's too exaggerated; destroying an army with one move. Even seeing it with my own eyes, I can't believe it."
"Heh heh! So you just forgot about me?" Aaron said, speechless. "You should have come to save me immediately."
"Uh... I was only awestruck for a few seconds," Bilbo said sheepishly. "When Borg crawled out of the pile of corpses, I rushed over to save you without delay."
Hearing this, Aaron rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Damn it!
If you had saved those few seconds of being awestruck, I wouldn't have been so scared under Borg's blade. It was never this exciting before.
"Let's go back."
"Huh?" Bilbo was startled. "You're not in a state to be on the battlefield right now."
"Don't worry, Gandalf and the others are all there. The scattered Orcs on Ravenhill pose no threat to me at all."
Bilbo thought he had a point and immediately controlled the magic carpet to return to Ravenhill.
Seeing them return, Borg roared in anger, wishing he had wings to fly up and kill them.
"Powerless rage," Aaron mocked to the fullest, then leaned back theatrically. "I did that on purpose just now. Orcs all deserve to die; there's no misunderstanding whatsoever."
Even though Borg was trembling with rage, he knew he couldn't do anything to them, so he simply pretended not to see them and quickly ran towards the summit of Ravenhill.
Now that the army was gone, the only way to win this war as quickly as possible was to help Azog take the heads of Thorin and the others.
Near the ice lake of Ravenhill, Gandalf and the others had almost finished clearing out the Orc guards.
The situation had naturally undergone a huge change; what was originally a few Dwarves being besieged by Orcs was now Azog being besieged by Dwarves, Elves, and a Wizard.
Facing the encirclement of seven people, even the Pale OrcAzog couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.
Just then, Borg arrived, giving him hope of victory.
"Borg, you're back, which means that Wizard is dead, right! Quickly rally our army and kill them all!"