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Chapter 368 A Desperate Strike

When those fangs and sharp claws were about to touch the dwarves' buttocks, leaving them with unforgettable scars, the dwarfs rushed directly to the tree at a faster speed than the monkeys, temporarily saving their own buttocks.

Gandalf looked coldly at the worgs and orcs surrounding him, stretched out his hand and led a butterfly that fell on the tree to his hand, muttered twice as if whispering to the butterfly, and let the butterfly fly out again.

"Why so many!" Bilbo hugged the tree trunk tightly, looking at the pack of wargs wandering under the tree, his scalp was numb.

But at this time, no one answered his question, because all the dwarves were staring closely at the wolf pack, and Azog, who appeared riding a white wolf, held his breath.

Anger, fear, and inconceivable situations flowed among the dwarves, and finally turned into a sentence in Thorin's mouth, it's so possible!

"How is it possible?" Azog's mouth pulled out a bloodthirsty arc, looking at the dwarves on the tree, as if he was looking at the fruit to be picked by him, with a casual expression on his face, riding a white wolf back and forth After two laps, he suddenly widened his eyes to the maximum and roared angrily, "How can you say that's possible?".

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? Huh?"

"By the way, I like this expression very much, fear, fear!"

"But don't let me have mercy! I will soon tear your head from that fragile neck like your grandfather!"

Azog vented the hatred and anger he had accumulated for a long time, then pointed at Thorin, and said: "This is mine, the rest will be torn apart!".

"Ow!"

There was a howl of wolves, and under the command of the orcs, those astonishingly sized wargs, as big as horses, pounced on the pine tree where the dwarves were lying.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Accompanied by several excited wolves howling, a pine tree was pushed down by the wolf, and the wolf dripped disgusting saliva, waiting for the fresh fruit on the tree to fall.

"Hurry up!"

Thorin roared softly, and when the tree tilted, he took the lead and pounced on another pine tree adjacent to this tree.

Seeing this, the other dwarves followed suit.

However, the half-orcs also had countermeasures, once again commanding the worgs to pounce on the tree the dwarves were climbing on, and pushed down the tree again. In desperation, the dwarves had no choice but to jump to the next tree.

In this way, like dominoes being pushed down, one by one the trees were pushed down, and a group of people landed on the last pine tree mountain on the edge of the cliff, and the scene of isolation and helplessness was played out to the extreme.

"what should I do now!"

A group of 16 people were lying on a tree, swaying with the slowly blowing breeze, with a cliff on one side and a bloodthirsty warg on the other, and a bunch of people's scalps were numb.

What made them break out in cold sweat was that those wargs rushed towards the last tree.

Gandalf glanced at the pine cones on the tree, reached out and picked one off, lit it with witch power, and then ignited it again, as if throwing a ball of fire, and threw it down.

The pine cones, which contained a large amount of grease, were burning with blazing flames. They bounced twice on the ground, igniting the dry grass on the ground. The burning flames made the wargs hesitate for a moment, but they continued to charge forward.

And just when Gandalf handed the burning pine cones to the dwarves, and the dwarves followed suit, little Aragorn roared loudly.

"Teacher, if you don't come out again, I will be eaten by wolves!"

The roar full of inner strength echoed throughout the mountain, making the dwarves stunned and looking at little Aragorn.

"I just guess that my teacher will follow me, otherwise, at the mountain pass, those mountain giants will not stop easily!" Little Aragorn simply explained, raising his eyes and looking in all directions, but there was still no sign of the end of the season around him. .

After a few seconds, little Aragorn began to become impatient. If his teacher was nearby, he would come to rescue him when he heard the cry, but now there was no movement at all, which made his heart beat.

His internal energy has been consumed a lot in Goblin Town, and there is not much left, and he can't break out of the encirclement at all. What should he do if his guess is wrong?
Looking at the wolves staring at them cruelly, waiting for them to fall, feeling that they were on the verge of falling, the branches of the pine trees that fell off the cliff might be broken at any time, and seeing the slowly extinguishing flames on the ground, little Aragorn gritted his teeth , whispered: "I don't want to die in such a grievance!".

"If you are in a desperate situation, all you can do is to fight with all your strength, to fight for a hope!"

"Strive for a hope!"

Recalling what he had said to him at the end of the season, little Aragon roared and jumped off the tree.

Gandalf looked at such little Aragorn, his eyes flashed with admiration. It is really rare to have such courage at such an age!More importantly, he felt an extraordinary appeal from the little Aragorn, which can be seen from the expressions of the dwarves now.

The dwarves on the tree looked at the little Aragorn who had fallen to the ground, and felt a fierce fighting spirit from the still immature back of the other party.

"Huh? There is another one who is not afraid of death?" Azog looked at little Aragorn, smiled cruelly, and after looking at the flames that were gradually extinguishing on the ground, pointed with the hook on his arm, and said fiercely: "kill him!".

"what!"

"howl!"

The Orcs and Wargs roared excitedly, and they seemed to be able to see the scene of little Aragorn being torn into pieces, which excited them.

"Come on!" The long sword pointed directly at the enemy, and the little Aragorn let the little internal energy left in his body surge.

"Haha, yes, to fight for a future, instead of waiting to die like this, it is better to fight with all your might!" Thorin roared in agreement, letting his emotions ignite with blood, and climbed down from the tree.

Dwarves never lack for courage!
Following Sorin's movements, the dwarves quickly climbed down, holding their own weapons, and stood together with little Aragorn and Sorin, looking at the enemy firmly, with an aura of breaking the boat.

Looking at the dwarves and little Aragorn below, Gandalf also climbed down from the tree. Although he had moved reinforcements, they had to last until the other party arrived, so this is not the time to announce that they still have reinforcements , This will destroy the aura of breaking the boat.

"Kill these dwarves!"

Seeing Thorin coming down, Azog couldn't bear the hatred that drove him mad anymore, and rushed up directly with all the wargs and orcs.

"Kill!" Thorin roared, gathering the anger and courage of the dwarves, and fiercely went up to him.

The fangs and sharp claws of the warg, the ferocious face of the orc, the roar of the dwarves, the rapidly jumping figure of little Aragorn, and Bilbo's slightly clumsy but also firm face, all these scenes are composed of bloodthirsty and I hope that the picture I wrote will be extremely brilliant under the light of the fire.

(End of this chapter)