legend begins with lord of the rings

The dwarves had just escaped from the orcs, and before they had time to take a breath, the footsteps of the warg came from behind again, and the sound was getting closer and closer. The dwarves did not care about rest and continued to run to the top of the mountain as hard as they could.

"Click...pop..."

"I can't stand it anymore... Huhu... I can't run anymore..." The fat Pang Bo stepped on a piece of rotten wood and fell to the ground.

As a fat man who is only a little over one meter tall and weighs more than three hundred kilograms, running this way is indeed very strenuous for him.

"We can't stop here~" Thorin ran back and pulled the pale Pangbo up.

"I really can't run anymore, why don't you stay here..." Pang Bo had a tragic look in his eyes. He didn't want to be a burden to everyone. He thought that if he stayed, he could at least delay the orcs for a while.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I brought you out and will definitely take you all back." Thorin understood what the other party meant before Pangbo finished speaking. He shouted: "Dwalin, come here and help.

We'll be fine."

Dwalin ran over and saw Pangbo who was sweating. He pulled up the opponent's trouser legs and saw that Pangbo's ankle was very red and swollen. Without saying a word, he took off the weapon from his back and handed it to Pangbo, then squatted down.

Next he said: "Come up, I will carry you."

"No, you can't run far even if you carry me on your back..." Pang Bo said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you still want to waste time?" Dvalin took Pombo's hands and carried him on his back.

"Hurry up. If you hold on just a little longer, we will reach the top of the mountain in no time." Gandalf turned to urge the dwarves.

Less than a kilometer behind them, Azog was leading the orcs to approach them.

"Ouch..."

A dozen unoccupied wargs ran in front of the orc team, acting as scouts. At this time, they howled excitedly.

Creatures like wargs can run in the mountains as if they were on flat ground. Therefore, the orc team can move much faster than the dwarves.

"Go~

Hold back those dwarf scum."

Azog knew that the wargs had discovered the dwarves, and gave instructions to the wargs who were not seated.

"Ouch~"

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The sense of urgency coming from behind made all the dwarves look heavy.

"Hurry up~"

Gandalf shouted to urge the dwarves: "Don't fall behind..."

"Damn...that's the warg, they're catching up." Fili turned around and saw the figure of the warg, which was less than 300 meters away from the team.

"There is no road~"

The dwarf at the front had climbed to the top of the mountain. Qili looked at the cliff in front of him and shouted loudly: "There is a broken wall ahead, what should I do?"

"The warg behind has also caught up, what should I do..."

"There is no way..."

"It's better to fight them..."

Thorin also walked to the edge of the cliff and took a look down. There was no bottom below. He looked at the frowning wizard again and said nothing. He silently raised his weapon and shouted to the dwarf: "Everyone is gone."

Yes, prepare to fight~"

When the dwarves set up their formation, dozens more wargs rushed out of the forest, followed by countless orcs.

This situation made Thorin's face become heavy.

However, the current wizard Gandalf is more anxious than Thorin. The dwarves have reached this point all because of the path he led.

"Don't be anxious, there must be a way..." The wizard frowned, and then shouted to the dwarves: "Everyone climb up the tree, hurry up~"

Seeing the number of enemies, the dwarves knew they couldn't defeat them. After hearing the wizard's words, they looked at Thorin at the same time.

"Listen to Gandalf and climb into the trees..."

Come on~" Thorin did not hesitate, still choosing to trust the wizard's judgment.

The dwarves were very good at climbing. They all chose big trees and climbed onto the branches in a short while. Pangbo was also pulled by Dwalin to climb up a huge tree branch.

When the dwarves all climbed up the tree, dozens of wargs also came under the dwarves. They roared at the dwarves and clawed at the bark of the tree, but they could not climb up.

"Haha... these beasts can't climb trees..."

"Look at how stupid they are..."

"Come on, grandpa is here to eat me~"

"Slightly...slightly...slightly..."

The dwarves had been chased all the way, and they were already simmering with anger. At this time, seeing that the warg could not hurt them, they all taunted the warg.

"Woooooooo..."

The wargs couldn't climb the tree and ignored the dwarves. They all walked to the intersection and looked at the approaching orcs, as if they were welcoming important people.

"What are they doing?" Fili asked curiously.

"You don't want to know the answer." Kili said.

The wargs were followed by the orcs, which required no thought at all.

"Ta da...ta da...ta da..."

With dense footsteps, hundreds of orcs led by Azog arrived at the top of the mountain.

"Azog..."

Looking at the white orc riding on the white warg king, Thorin was too familiar with him. The man killed his grandfather, and Thorin would still recognize him even if he turned into gray.

Shock, suspicion, anger... various emotions appeared on Thorin's face.

He didn't believe that the orc whose left arm was cut off by him actually survived.

Moreover, it seems that the other party is in better condition.

Walking at the front of the team, the blasphemer Azog, who was being admired by the stars, also saw the group of dwarves on the tree.

His hatred for the dwarf was no less than that of the dwarf. It was the damn dwarf who cut off his arm and made him taste defeat in that battle.

This shame can only be washed away with blood.

Azog stopped not far away, looked up at Thorin Oakenshield, with a ferocious smile on his lips, and slowly said: "Long time no see, Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain..."

Seeing his biggest enemy in this life greeting him like a winner, this made the proud dwarf king hold a ball of anger in his chest.

Thorin glared at Azog and said: "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to survive..."

"Yes, I am still alive just for this day..." Azog raised the steel claw of his left hand, gently stroked the head of the pure white warg under him and said, "Do you feel it..."

Thorin couldn't understand the second half of Azogmo's unintelligible words. He could only attribute it to the other party wanting to humiliate him.

"Fear...is the taste of fear..."

Azog raised his head and stared at Thorin coldly. He enjoyed this moment very much: "What a wonderful taste...

This is the unique taste of fear among dwarves...

Just like your grandfather, he made me so happy before he died."

When the orcs mentioned Thorin's grandfather Thor, the anger in Thorin's chest burned.

Thor's death is a scar that Thorin does not want to mention, let alone mentioned by his enemy Azog.

"You lied~"

Thorin shouted angrily.

Although his grandfather Thor was killed by Azog, in Thorin's heart his grandfather Thor is still a great king.

Even if the other party dies, he will not feel afraid.