From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Wake up! Wizard! Wake up!"

It was Bilbo's shout that woke Ivy from her sleep.

"Your sword and Gandalf's swords are glowing!" Bilbo drew his short sword from his waist, "Even mine is glowing!"

"This means there are orcs nearby!" Gandalf jumped up from the ground, "Kili, Fili! Have you figured out where this cave leads to?"

"This cave is so small, there is no deeper place!" Fili hurriedly defended himself.

"The rain outside the cave hasn't stopped yet!" Bofur, who was on guard, also came in from the cave entrance, "You can't see anything outside!"

"Watch your feet!" Thorin exclaimed, "The ground cracked!"

As Thorin said, a huge crack suddenly appeared on the dry ground in the cave, and it was getting bigger and bigger. The dwarves standing nearby were about to get up and leave, but they saw the whole ground flipped in an instant. They only had time to leave a long scream, and fell down with the luggage piled beside them and the pony standing next to the luggage.

Even Ivy and Golden Horn were not spared.

However, the Ravenclaw crown on Ivy's head was replaced by him not long ago. The original ancient ability gave it the ability to release the feather fall spell, and as long as Ivy himself fell more than 5 feet, this ability would be automatically activated. The West Wind Horseshoe of Jinjiao used the magic prop of the two-ring levitation spell, which was even better than the feather fall spell.

Therefore, one person and one horse did not fall directly along the pipe like others, but slowly fell along the tunnel dug by the orcs. Even at the corner of the tunnel, Jinjiao could use the force to come to Ivy and let him sit on his back.

Ivy pulled out the beast bite sword, and the blue light illuminated the situation in the tunnel-this was a fairly open underground space. I don’t know how long it took the orcs to dig it.

He looked up and saw that the orcs used wooden frames and rough metal connecting rods to support the trap door hidden under the cave floor. At this time, there were several orcs holding wooden hooks to pick up the bolts, staring at Jinjiao standing on the rock wall and Ivy on its back in horror.

The so-called ninety degrees is a wall, ninety-one degrees is a slope, and the West Wind Horseshoe is so unreasonable.

Ivy clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the Golden Horn immediately understood what he meant. He jumped back and forth between the rock walls of the cave several times and returned to the vicinity of the trapdoor that was still shaking.

The beast bite sword gently swept across the neck of the orc, and its ugly head immediately left the body.

The other orcs saw this scene and immediately dropped the things in their hands and fled in panic. Ivy was about to ride the horse to chase and kill when he heard another movement from above.

He looked up and saw Gandalf's long beard hanging down.

"Where are the dwarves?" Gandalf held his pointed wizard hat with one hand and asked, "Where is Bilbo?"

"They are all down there." Ivy pointed the beast bite sword to the shadowy place below, and the dwarves' exclamations were still echoing in the passage.

"We need to rescue them! Help me, Ivy!" Gandalf glanced at the wooden frame that the orcs had set up in advance, and finally asked Ivy for help.

Ivy made a few gestures, and then stretched out his staff to point at Gandalf, and a bright white magic light surrounded him.

"This is the Feather Fall, which can make you float down like a feather." Ivy explained, and then turned his horse's head and galloped into the depths of the cave, "I'll go see what happened to them first!"

Torches were inserted at intervals in the cave, illuminating the underground space. With Golden Horn running at full speed, Ivy saw the exit of the cave in just ten seconds. Below was a wooden structure similar to a cage, reinforced with iron chains and ropes.

When he poked his head out of the cave, Ivy happened to see the dwarves being pushed across a bridge with curses, and many orcs stood beside them, and even their weapons were confiscated.

Due to the existence of the West Wind Horseshoe, Golden Horn made no sound when he landed, and did not attract the attention of any orcs.

One, two, three... eleven, twelve, thirteen.

Thirteen dwarves, no more, no less. But what about Bilbo Baggins? Where did the hobbit go?

Could it be that he has already gone to face his fate? The destined One Ring?

In fact, after leaving Rivendell, Ivy had a vague feeling of strangeness. With the help of horseshoes, the dwarves were able to cross the Misty Mountains with less physical strength and faster speed, but they still encountered huge thunderstorms and rock giants throwing stones at each other. Even the cave that Ivy had carefully examined became the entrance to the orc cave. From the time the dwarves fell, they were only out of Ivy's sight for two or three minutes, and then Bilbo suddenly disappeared.

Ivy was still thinking about whether he could take the One Ring in his own hands. Although considering the ubiquitous sight of Ilúvatar, this would become very dangerous, but there would be no problem in thinking about it in his mind, right?

But the thread of fate seemed to have been woven long ago. Even though Ivy created many variables, none of them affected the original fate of the expedition.

"Ivy!" Gandalf also floated down from the cave entrance at this time, "Where did they go?"

"There is no danger to their lives for the time being. The orcs don't seem to be planning to kill them right away." Ivy came back to his senses, "But, I didn't see where Bilbo was."

"Since the orcs have not planned to kill the dwarves, our master thief is still safe." Gandalf had already drawn his sword, "Where are they going? Ah! I saw the pony!"

Following the direction of Gandalf's sword, Ivy saw the ponies huddled against a rock wall, and the dwarves' luggage was piled next to their horses' hooves. Next to the pony was an orc sharpening a knife. He was covered with pus-filled sores and looked disgusting.

The pony was far away from the area where Ivy and Gandalf were standing, because there was an invisible abyss in the middle. But Ivy soon discovered how the orcs sent the pony over. There was a three-story wooden bridge suspended by ropes dangling in the air. The orcs should have used something like this to move in this cave with few footholds.

"Gandalf, I'll go get the pony and the luggage first. The dwarves were taken in that direction. If they are not in danger for the time being, don't act rashly. Wait until we meet up." Ivy jumped high on her horse. The golden hair of the unicorn was like a meteor across the sky, and landed lightly on the wooden bridge that was shaking back and forth.

Without waiting for Gandalf's consent, Ivy had already rushed into the slaughterhouse of the orc butcher and crushed the skulls of cattle and sheep on the ground.

The orcs who heard the wind just turned around and saw the blue blade in Ivy's hand constantly enlarged. Then they felt a chill in their throats and fell into darkness completely.

In addition to the butchers who were responsible for cutting meat in the orc slaughterhouse, there were many orcs waiting to transport the meat to the kitchen. Seeing that the butcher was dead, other orcs with less brains picked up all the weapons they could get and surrounded Ivy from all sides.

With a kick of his hind hoof, Jinjiao's hoof, as big as a bowl, hit the chest of the orc behind him. The guy was trying to tie Jinjiao's legs with a rope secretly.

The orc who was kicked away broke through the railing of the slaughterhouse and fell deeper, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Ivy also launched an attack over there. Facing the weapons stretched out from all directions by the orcs, he drew a perfect circle in the air with his beast bite sword, and all the crudely made weapons produced by the orcs broke into two sections. Rather than weapons, they were rusty iron sheets tied to wooden sticks.

A smart orc secretly picked up the butcher's butcher knife thrown on the ground and launched an attack while howling. Although he had only been a swordsman for less than a month, Ivy was already very familiar with the beast-biting sword in his hand. This time, he chose to use the back of the blade to block the attack of the orc's butcher knife. The elf curved sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, unfastening the tendons of the butcher knife at a very tricky angle, and then backhandedly cut off his arm holding the knife.

Jinjiao and Ivy cooperated tacitly. At this time, he lowered his head and let the golden long horn face forward. Then, he kicked the ground with four hooves and immediately pierced the orc in front of him who had lost an arm. Jinjiao raised his head again and threw the unlucky guy back into the crowd.

Ivy took advantage of Jinjiao's movements to drag and cut, like a hot knife cutting butter, and took off several ugly heads in a row. It didn't seem like Ivy deliberately launched an attack, but it seemed that the orcs took the initiative to hit his blade.

Then Jinjiao leaped over the head of the orc who was knocked down by his companion's corpse, and landed successfully behind him. At this time, Ivy thrust the staff in his other hand forward. Before he could make any movement, a thunderous sound exploded from the mouth of the wooden dragon on the top of the staff.

It was a ring of the Shaping spell Thunder Wave.

The power of magic exploded in the orcs, and the roaring shock wave swept all objects within the range. The fence of the slaughterhouse was broken, the huge grindstone was blown to pieces, and the various bones piled on the ground became floating flowers. The worst were the orcs who were hit head-on. None of these weak guys could stabilize their bodies. The best ones just staggered back, and more were completely thrown into the air by the power of the spell.

The retreating orcs finally opened their eyes and saw a white streak flashing in the air. It was their retreat that triggered Ivy's attack. The four orcs were immediately beheaded and fell into the bottomless abyss. The orcs who were thrown out by the thunder wave were even more terrified when they saw the fate of their companions. They could only scream helplessly to relieve the fear of being swallowed by darkness.

Ivy looked around and killed the orcs who were already unable to move because of fear. Only then did he have time to check the luggage of the other party on the ground and the ponies huddled in the corner.

It was obviously not appropriate for one person to run around in the territory of the orcs with a dozen horses, but they couldn't just leave them here. After all, these guys still had magic props made by Ivy on their hooves.

Almost without hesitation, Ivy decided to put them all in the Room of Requirement. Although they might not be able to be released later, it was considered to have saved their lives. Compared to the dark orc dungeon, Ivy's Room of Requirement is obviously a better place to go.

The commotion Ivy caused alerted more orcs. The sound of thunder waves was too loud, and the dungeon was a closed space, so the thunder echoed in the entire underground town for a long time before it was absorbed by the orcs' crooked buildings piled in the air.

Seeing another large wave of orcs appearing on the other side of the wooden trestle, Ivy smiled, and the massacre was about to begin again.

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This batch of orcs' equipment was obviously much better than those orcs who could only do some odd jobs. Not only did everyone have a scimitar that could be called a weapon, but some of them were even equipped with leather-covered wooden shields and half-body leather armor.

Seeing the golden unicorn standing in the firelight, these orcs swarmed up, but before they got close, they saw the beast-biting sword in Ivy's hand.

The orc walking in the front screamed in a distorted tone, and his hunched legs kicked hard on the ground, hoping to stop himself from rushing forward, and then try to stay away from the sword shining with blue light.

Unfortunately, the orcs who swarmed in didn't know what formation was at all. The orcs in the back just pushed their companions in front of them, because they were also pushed by the orcs behind them.

Several orcs who didn't want to move forward were squeezed off the wooden trestle, and then more mobs saw the elven curved sword in Ivy's hand, and exclamations rang out one after another. Soon, some orcs with less stupid brains began to shout out what they saw, hoping that their companions behind them would not continue to squeeze forward.

"Bite the sword! That man is holding a bite sword! He is an orc killer!"

The King of Gondolin many years ago must have been a very brave and warlike guy, so much so that the legend of his weapon has not faded among the orcs for so many years. Just seeing and hearing it has brought unimaginable psychological pressure to these orc warriors.

Looking at the orcs who fell off the trestle, Ivy said "what a pity" in his heart. These are all experience points. Although these orc warriors are not tall and strong, they may not even be level 1 when converted into standard challenge levels, but mosquito legs are also meat, and Ivy is at a stage where he needs experience points to nourish himself. How can he let these orcs go?

He pulled the reins, and the golden-horned man stood up, and then charged towards the trestle where the orcs were.

Seeing the Orc killer holding the bite sword actually launched a charge, the Orcs on the trestle became even more terrified. They struggled to squeeze together on the bridge, not caring about exposing their backs to Ivy, just hoping to stay away from it as much as possible.

But this was destined to be a luxury. The speed of the Golden Horn was far beyond that of an ordinary horse, but in the blink of an eye, he had stepped onto the trestle. The ebony dragon head staff in Ivy's hand was powerful again, and the thunder swept across, completely dispersing the piled Orcs.

The Beast Bite Sword flashed with cold light and flew up and down in the air, and immediately four more unlucky guys received lunch boxes. However, something worse happened to the Orcs. One of the four dead died from a heavy blow. It stands to reason that the heavy blow range of the Elf Curved Sword is 18-20, that is, there is a 15% chance of a heavy blow. It was not until now that the first [Terror Massacre] was fired, which can be regarded as Ivy's bad luck.

Silent fear secretly seized the heart of every orc, and even the orcs who had just stepped onto the trestle dropped their weapons and turned to flee.

Thus, an artificially triggered avalanche began. The orcs who crowded the trestle now had only one thought, that is, to try their best to escape the nightmare behind them. The armor on their bodies was just a burden, and the weapons in their hands had long been thrown away. The characteristics of the mob were once again revealed.

There were even many panicked orcs who jumped into the abyss just to avoid Ivy's close blade.

"Cut off the trestle! Kill the orc killer!" shouted an orc wearing half-iron armor. He was also the only orc who was not affected by [Fear Massacre].

From his attire, it can be seen that the armored orc is an officer, which is why he did not rush to the trestle in the first time. Although his order was very reasonable, the orcs on the trestle were busy escaping, so they had no time to care about him.

So the half-orc officer could only wave his rusty long sword and try to cut the ropes that tied the trestle.

There were too many half-orcs on the bridge, and Ivy could only advance less than one-third of the distance with all his might.

The half-orc officer who wanted to cut the trestle was even worse, and he couldn't even move forward a step. After finding that he couldn't achieve the set goal, the officer also prepared to escape, but before escaping, he had to drop the weapon in his hand. At this time, the life of his companions is the guarantee of his own survival. The faster he runs, the greater the probability of survival.

The long sword flew out of his hand and flew to the bridge pile of the trestle. The half-orc officer didn't look back, opened the buckle of the upper body armor on his body, and ran away like a fly.

Who would have thought that the rusty long sword really hit the rope tied to the bridge pile. It is said that such a blunt knife would not cause much damage to the rope twisted into coarse hemp, let alone make the whole trestle fall down.

But it just happened that the blunt knife only cut a tiny wound on the thick hemp rope, less than an inch deep, but great things often start to collapse from the subtleties.

The orcs swayed left and right on the trestle with Ivy's knife light, and screamed from time to time. Under the constant vibration, the rope tied to the trestle actually broke. The trestle collapsed without support, and the orcs on it fell into the bottom of the bottomless cave like dumplings.

Ivy was completely anxious now. There were many orcs that he had not hurt, so even if they really fell to death at the bottom of the cave, it would not be counted as Ivy's head.

In a hurry, he didn't care that he was falling down, and threw a chaotic arrow that was super-magic after [Extreme Spell], hoping to mark himself one by one before the orcs completely left the attack range.

Golden Horn is indeed a different-colored unicorn that has not appeared in hundreds of years. In such a short time, it has completely mastered the use of the West Wind Horseshoe. It kept kicking the orcs in the air during its fall, and actually jumped up again by stepping on these ugly heads.

The orcs who recovered from the panic state because Ivy was not in the field of vision had no time to celebrate their escape from death, and once again glimpsed the cold light of the beast bite sword. Ivy wielded the curved sword wantonly, sending all the orcs to the west.

Looking forward along the passage full of corpses, you can find that a fire is lit at the corner of the cave not far away. Ivy understands that this is not a simple orc settlement, but an underground town.

Thinking that there were still many orcs waiting to provide him with experience points, Ivy was relieved about the orcs who fell into the abyss before they could finish off the orcs.

As long as this orc settlement was destroyed, the intermediate ancient ritual of the beast bite sword could be carried out, and then Ivy's strength would usher in another leap.

However, he also needed to be especially careful not to let others in the expedition team snatch the head of the orc leader, because the next step of the ritual was to use the head of the orc leader to commemorate the fallen Kingdom of Gondolin.

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