Chapter 1051 1033 Oak

Chapter 1051 1033. Orcs

Orcs, pronounced as ‘Ok’.

So generally in Lan’s [Memory Dive], the Space Marines of the Star Empire would call this kind of human enemy Orcs.

There are Orcs here? !

Because he had encountered this kind of enemy many times in the Memory Dive, Lan automatically entered a tense and focused combat state the first time he heard this word.

Until Gandalf walked past him and poked the chin of the warg, which could not close, with the tail of his staff.

“Yes, Orcs. Dirty and evil life.”

Ok, not Orc.

Lan’s tense concentration relaxed a little, it just sounded similar.

And those Orcs in the memory, they prefer to use a creature called ‘Scuggle’ as animal power, there is no such thing as a warg.

“It’s the Warg Vanguard!”

Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of the dwarves, the tall and elegant dwarf, he seems to know a lot about wargs and orcs.

After taking a look at the body of the warg that Lann had dragged over to execute, he recognized the identity of this thing.

"Be alert! The warg vanguard means that the orc army is not far from us!"

He shouted, and at the same time called on his fellow tribesmen to be alert.

Radagast followed Gandalf, and it was obvious that Gandalf was the dominant and decision-maker between the two.

The gray-robed wizard rushed to Thorin Oakenshield with great momentum.

He looked down at the imposing dwarf.

"You leaked the news of our whereabouts! Besides the tribe, who else did you tell about our plan!?"

Gandalf's tone was almost forced.

But Thorin looked at the other party without any guilt or concession.

"I didn't tell anyone!"

"Who did you tell?!"

"I didn't tell anyone, I swear! If I lie, my beard will fall off!"

The voices of the two people were louder and louder.

In addition to using the tone to strengthen their credibility, this behavior was also to release the slightly nervous mood at this time.

As a wizard and wise man, Gandalf calmed down before Thorin.

His tone calmed down: "We were ambushed by orcs! We have to rush out!"

At this point, it is better to face reality and take action instead of continuing to argue.

The dwarves all said they had no objection.

But outside the crowd, Lan looked at the wizard with a pointed hat who stood out from the crowd with a little surprise.

His keen emotional perception made him feel that Gandalf seemed a little guilty at this time?

"Orcs? Ambush?!"

Bilbo, the only Hobbit in the crowd, stuttered. It was obvious that he had just survived the hands of the trolls and encountered the orc army again. This was unimaginable for him, a Hobbit who had lived a stable life in the Shire for the first half of his life.

"Charge out? Are you kidding me, Gandalf? Our horses were chased away by the ogres and have not been gathered together yet! How can we charge?!"

"And did you see it just now? This thing can jump more than ten meters! Even if our ponies come back, they can't outrun them at all, not at all!"

Because of the fear in his heart, even the gentle hobbit's tone at this time seemed a little fierce.

Just when everyone felt helpless about the current situation, Radagast stood up and said.

"I will lead the enemy away."

At this time, he handed over the short sword from the underworld, and suddenly felt relieved.

His mission had been handed over to Gandalf, and his own pressure was much less.

Gandalf waved his hand.

"This is the Gundaba Warg! Swift as the wind, fierce and tough!"

"I am still the crazy rabbit of Rosgarburg! Who is afraid of who?"

Gandalf looked at Radagast, and then looked around at the dwarves.

"I'm with Radagast."

Lane, who was originally standing outside the crowd, raised his hand and said.

So everyone except Radagast looked at him.

"Don't look at me, Gandalf. When you looked around just now, you stopped on me for a moment. Weren't you waiting for me to say this?"

Lan had a mischievous smile on his face, and Gandalf took a puff of his pipe embarrassedly to hide his embarrassment.

But the old man was thick-skinned enough. After just a puff of cigarette, his face also showed gratitude and a self-evident smile.

And holding the brim of his pointed hat, he bowed slightly to Lan.

——

Mirkwood is a long strip of forest running north and south, and the Misty Mountains to the west are also long strips of mountains running north and south.

And the terrain further west is hills and fields.

The crustal changes of the Misty Mountains have spread to the far distance.

So this hill is ups and downs, and large pieces of rocks will suddenly appear on the flat ground.

There are scattered small woods on the hills, and more parts are meadows.

Typical mountain and hilly landforms. Magnificent and beautiful.

This was the first time that Lan En had come to this world and appreciated the scenery of this world without being in a special environment.

This made him feel very happy. It would be even better if the disgusting things behind him could disappear!

"Woo~"

Howls that were more unpleasant and louder than ordinary wolf howls continued to sound behind Lan En and Radagast.

There were a large number of wargs, and in addition, the cavalrymen sitting on the backs of the wargs were also shouting frantically and agitatedly.

"Wow!"

"Go after them! Kill them all! Kill them all!!"

Orcs.

These "filthy and evil races" in Gandalf's words appeared in Lan En's eyes.

It's hard to describe what they look like because they range from ugly to ugly.

Most of them have corpse-like blue-gray skin, and humanoid limbs and head structures.

But in addition to these general characteristics, each of their individuals has varying degrees of distortion and growth.

Some have irregular sarcomas on their faces, covering their eyes and crooking their noses. Some have completely wrong number of finger bones, and the knife has to be tied to the forearm with a leather cord, otherwise it will be impossible to hold it.

Others have arched spines and twisted bodies. It’s unclear how the spines that should be curved are twisted in his body.

There is a strange feeling all over their bodies. These distortions are not caused by acquired injuries, but are just the way they are naturally.

Lan En just glanced at them and understood that Gandalf's description was not mixed with prejudice.

Lan En has seen many things and many people.

He had seen an old lady in red in Yanan who had almost lost her human form, but the old lady still wanted to help others.

He had also seen fanatical believers who were like gods in ancient Greece. Those fanatics liked to splice animal limbs on living people.

Appearance does not affect Lan En's judgment of a person's quality.

This is how he summarized his experience before.

But in this world, in this special world, appearance seems to be a way to distinguish evil from good.

The twisted and proliferated bodies of those Orcs should have made their ordinary lives painful and inconvenient.

But in this distorted body function, what Lan En saw in their eyes was not an emotion like 'desire to survive'.

Hatred, bloodlust, jealousy of other races, and the desire to spread one's pain

The thoughts beneath their bodies are simple and chilling.

"Come after me! Idiots!"

Radagast shouted, calling to the leading rabbit.

His rabbit sled turned left and right among the raised rocks on the meadow. The flexible steering ability of the big rabbits made the fast wargs frequently unable to brake, causing the car to turn and stall.

A large group of warg cavalry ran towards the distance, led by Radagast.

Lan En sat on Qilin's back, holding the pale mane in his hand.

He looked vaguely in another direction, only to see a tall figure wearing a pointed hat on the small slope between the hills, leading a group of short figures quietly forward.

Lan En clicked his tongue.

The path Gandalf was leading was not right.

If they wanted to hide their tracks, they should not move forward in terrain that was unobstructed, with only the occasional large rock jutting out.

And this direction coincides with Radagast, isn't this getting closer to the Warg Cavalry?

"Whoosh!"

A vague sound breaking through the air came towards Lan En.

Then there was the chaotic sound of the huge warg's claws trampling on the grass.

The demon hunter didn't look back, he just grabbed his chest in mid-air with his palm.

The fierce and sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly stopped.

There was only a short sound, the sound of the wooden arrow shaft rubbing against the palm of the leather glove.

Flip your wrist like you're throwing darts at a tavern.

Several tons of power were concentrated on the arrow, and it returned the same way.

Before he had time to put down his bow, the warg-riding archer felt as if he had been punched out of thin air, and his whole body flew upside down and was loaded onto the wolf's back.

Qilin carried Lan En and Flannel Ball and was now standing on the top of a large raised rock.

Gu Long's ruby-like eyes looked calmly at the bloody wolf that was unafraid of death and pounced on the rock.

"Huchi~"

It breathed out gently, then tapped its hoof gracefully.

The figure jumped downwards lightly and nimbly.

It was exactly parallel to the warg that was rushing towards him in mid-air.

The fierce warg wanted to open his mouth and bite to the side, but

"Bang!"

"Ouch~"

A strong big hand suddenly stretched out and grasped the chin of the evil beast when Qilin passed by the warg in mid-air!

The warg felt like he was being clamped by iron pliers!

It's not over yet.

Qilin plus Lan En's downward momentum was obviously much stronger than the upward force of the warg.

In mid-air, the warg that was originally charging upwards was forced down halfway!

"Crack" was the sound of bones cracking.

Lan En, who was holding the warg's chin with one hand, placed his hand on the big rock next to him smoothly after landing.

A splatter of blood sprayed from the warg's head.

The huge and ferocious corpse twitched and pulled on the ground, its claws still sharp and powerful, even the grass roots and soil were exposed in the meadow.

But it is indeed dead.