Chapter 1090 1072 Leaving

Chapter 1090 1072. Leave

Lan En didn't speak or make any excited movements.

He just had a fireball floating above his left hand, and then approached the orcs who were squeezing toward the square's defense line.

But as his footsteps got closer, so did the heat of the fireball.

The orc standing at the back suddenly raised his voice and spoke a black language in a rough and rough voice.

He turned around, facing away from the square defense line that he had just wanted to rush in to. Nervously, he looked at Lan En first, then turned his head and looked back, moving back and forth quickly.

It seems that if you turn your head a little slower, you will be dead by the time you turn your head.

His black language was loud, but he didn't know what he said. It was just that many orcs who were crowding behind to come forward quickly turned around and looked at Lan En who was approaching.

They seemed to be afraid to take the lead in approaching Lan En, but they were unable to break forward.

But many pairs of orc eyes were already looking towards the river next to them.

These orcs fought against the square's defense line for more than ten minutes, with dead bodies and blood all over the place, but the crazy influx never slowed down.

But after Lan En arrived, they began to shrink back.

Even though the battle had only been going on for ten minutes, the news that there was a "ghost" in this town was already known to all the orcs who came in.

But Lan En didn't hesitate for even a second because of the enemy's flinch.

After walking a certain distance, he held his left hand and extinguished the fireball suspended in his hand.

[Spell·Fireball] not only has lethality, but also has an explosive effect. It would be too stupid to use it on the entangled battle lines.

He has more reasonable tactical choices.

The orcs just breathed a sigh of relief because the fireball disappeared, but then "Hula~"

The sound of flames gushing out came from the hand that closed and then opened forward.

[Spell·Jet Flame].

But unlike the records in the "Great Swamp Spell Book", the original [Spraying Flame] is like the advanced knowledge of the Wolf School Witcher's [Igni Sign], and can produce a continuous flow of flames like a flame spray gun.

But now, the lines of orcs and humans are intertwined and squeezed together, and the probability of accidental injury from the continuous [flame jets] is too high.

So Lan just snapped his fingers forward.

There was a "pop".

A brief, condensed, but controlled flame stream swept forward.

Just like the original [Igni Seal].

As Lan En was learning [spell], he began to speculate about the fire of the spell, "whether this flame is closely related to life."

Mentos invested his computing power in this direction, and now, he can simply and limitedly make some 'minor' modifications to the spells he has learned.

This phenomenon undoubtedly proved the correctness of his guess.

The power of cursed fire is much greater than that of normal flames.

The orcs who had been burned suddenly burst into shrill screams, and then they couldn't care less and jumped into the water channel next to them, regardless of the effect of jumping into the armor on their bodies.

The pain and fear caused by fire are instinctive.

The orcs lost their push, and they were about to control the front line where the shield guards had squeezed in. At this time, they were suddenly pushed back.

As Lan En walked closer, his long knife left a cold arc of light in mid-air. The orcs crowded in front of the front line were like onions being peeled layer by layer, getting thinner and thinner. few.

Finally, after all the orcs in front of the line were dead, the shield-bearing guards swallowed in silence and looked up at the tall figure in front of them.

"Please give way." Lan En said softly.

The guards quickly backed away as if they were waking up from a dream.

Lan En waved back, and around the corner where he had just blasted with [Spell: Fireball], several townspeople were running towards this side, holding children or holding their own chickens and ducks.

It wasn't until the last person entered the square's defense that Lan En also walked in.

"Did you save all these people?" Bard stepped forward and suddenly realized, "And those before? How is the situation outside?"

Who can save people in such a chaotic and dangerous town now? Not many people have this ability.

"I cut off the bridge connecting Changhu Town to the shore, but don't expect to stop the orcs. They won't give up in order to kill the dwarves."

Lan En's previous words made Bard sigh with relief, but then made him frown again.

After the witcher briefly explained the situation to Bard, he turned to look at Thorin who was standing aside.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Just as I was about to leave, you came." Thorin put the beast-biting sword back into its scabbard, like the Lake Lady's Sword, which kills people without staining any blood. "Now I'm trying to figure out how to get Bud to let us leave."

"Heh, it seems that Mr. Bud has soared into the sky now."

Lan En smiled without malice, making Bard shake his head bitterly, and then the demon hunter's face became serious again.

"You have to let the dwarves leave quickly, otherwise the casualties will be even greater! Do you know how many people in the town have not come to the square because of the bell before?"

"If the orcs leave for a second, a few more people will survive."

Bud pursed his lips and nodded. If he hadn't been because of the movement of the fireball in Lan En's hand, he would have relented by now.

Immediately, before the next wave of the orcs' attack arrived, Bard greeted them loudly.

"Get a boat! The orcs are following the dwarves! The dwarves are willing to leave the town and lead them away!"

When they heard this, two or three men in the town quickly dropped their weapons and took long poles to hook the boat from the waterway around the square.

"Don't worry." Thorin was excited as he was about to embark on the journey to Lonely Mountain.

He patted Bard's arm: "We will leave in front of the orcs, so that they will immediately be convinced that we have nothing to do with this town."

"It's better this way." Bard was still in a bad mood. Although he didn't lose his temper because of his personality, he didn't say anything nice to Thorin.

He just threw down a sentence coldly.

The fluff ball jumped from the ground to Lan's shoulder and climbed up there again.

Lan scratched the fluff ball's chin, and the cat squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

When he first came over, he saw Fili and Bofur chopping orcs with swords, and he knew that the fluff ball brought everyone from Bard's family here.

Lan En was very confident in the Fey Cat. Not to mention the skills that were equivalent to those taught by him personally, he had a lot of alchemical bombs for the fluff ball.

It was a pity that he didn't get it a space expansion pack last time in Aretuza, otherwise the load would be even greater.

Taking advantage of this time, the townspeople who had long been accustomed to living in Long Lake Town easily hooked two boats.

They were small boats used by the townspeople for daily travel. They were not big, but flexible enough for all the dwarves to sit in.

Thorin stood at the edge of the square and was organizing the dwarves to throw supplies and equipment into the boats.

With the architectural style of Long Lake Town, this square actually has a small ferry for boats.

The townspeople, whose eyes were shining at Thorin's speech and the treasures of Lonely Mountain just now, were now hiding from the dwarves, not wanting to have contact with them, and just hoping that they would leave quickly.

Thorin could understand this, but in the flickering firelight, his eye sockets became a little darker due to fatigue and lack of rest.

The dwarves hurriedly boarded the boat, unskillfully manipulating the oars and long poles.

This was not only because they were in a hurry to go to the Lonely Mountain, but also because they did not want the people of Long Lake Town to be attacked by more orcs.

But when Fili and Oin helped Kili to board the boat, Thorin, who was standing at the ferry, held down his two nephews.

"There is only one full day left until Durin's Day. We have to cross the Long Lake during this time, and we have to walk a long way on land after landing. You will hinder our march, Kili. You have to stay here."

Thorin said calmly. In the distance of the waterway, there were wooden houses collapsed by fire, mixed with the shouts of orcs and humans.

He deliberately avoided his nephew's incredulous gaze.

"What?" The weak Qili said with effort and pleading, "No, no, no! I must be present when entering the Hall of the Ancestors! I have grown up listening to the stories there since I was born! You know, Thorin!"

"If it were normal, I would definitely take care of you. I can carry you all the way to the top of the Lonely Mountain. But not now, Qili."

Thorin no longer avoided his nephew's gaze, and instead looked him in the eye, highlighting his determination.

"This is the only chance to restore the country in the prophecy! The whole team has been on the road for a year, just for tomorrow! Look at your legs now, it can't even move!"

Thorin patted Qili's shoulder in a comforting way.

"Wait until we recapture the Lonely Mountain, you can stay in the Hall of the Ancestors as long as you want, now you rest here, understand?"

The figures of Lan En and the flannel ball also appeared on the small ferry in the square: "You have to move faster, Thorin. The next wave of attacks by the orcs will not take too long, especially when they know you are here."

The dwarf prince nodded and turned to get on the boat.

But Kili's brother, Fili. And Oin and Bofur, who were responsible for taking care of the patient, all stayed.

Thorin did not look back, but stood at the bow and waved forward: "Forward! Let's go!"

The dwarves began to row, and Lan followed on the trail beside them, guiding them to the direction of the town's sluice.

Lan's estimate was correct. The orcs' attack came again within a minute after they left.

But Bard did not fight as hard as before.

He just ordered the dwarves who stayed to hide themselves, and then deliberately let the shield guards drive the orcs to the direction of the waterway during the battle, and watched the dwarves rowing away with their own eyes.

Sure enough, although the orcs have a twisted desire for sadism, orders are orders.

Seeing that the highest-level target actually rowed away from here, the humans in this square are completely worthless in the eyes of the orcs.

The evil and filthy black language conveyed the message in the roar, and finally a horn sounded at the edge of the town.

Bard in the square watched the orcs walking on the roof and turning away. He did not see much happiness on their faces. Instead, they still looked worriedly at the lonely snow-capped mountain in the distance.