From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Chapter 259: Flying in the Clouds (1000010000)

The orc riders did not seem to plan to launch an attack immediately, but waited for the expedition team's physical strength to be exhausted by the desperate rush.

Ivy rode on the back of the golden horn, wanting to do something. He had a teleportation spell, and after luring the orcs away, he could escape over a longer distance, which would definitely be much faster than the other people in the expedition team who were moving forward on two legs.

But the uncertainty of using the teleportation spell was too great, and he didn't want to gamble on Ilúvatar's tolerance for teleportation.

Gandalf soon noticed Ivy's thoughts: "Don't think about leaving the main force to attract the attention of the orcs, they won't be fooled a second time! They are consuming our physical strength, we must find a place to defend!"

"I can't use magic many times, Gandalf!" Ivy slightly controlled the speed of the golden horn, "Do you have any way to escape?"

The golden sunlight sprinkled on the hillside has completely disappeared, and the strange trees have stretched out countless hands in the dark, each of which looks like the orc's arm covered with pustules.

Gandalf led the way, running out of breath: "Oh... we have to go higher! Go higher! Preferably a cliff!"

"Cliff? Those orcs are driving us to the cliff." Ivy looked at the surrounding woods. The dark vision given to it by the Philosopher's Stone was working. In addition to the direction of the expedition, there were orcs everywhere on both sides of the woods.

And Ivy had seen the end of the woods in front. There was a cliff covered with pine trees, and behind it was a large forest, but there was at least a few thousand feet difference between the pine forest and the forest.

"Be careful of the warg!" The warrior Dwalin issued a warning, swinging his hammer head and hitting a warg on the chin.

These bloodthirsty and greedy beasts began to attack.

Another warg launched an attack from the protruding rock, targeting the hobbit in the middle of the crowd, because he looked the thinnest, and attacking the old, weak, sick and disabled has always been the instinct of wolves, even a terrifying beast like a warg is no exception.

The Hobbit's hairy feet tripped over the branches of the pine tree, and while falling to the ground, he also dodged the wolf that rushed over from behind.

As soon as the wolf landed, it turned flexibly and prepared to launch the next attack.

Bilbo rolled on the ground and pulled out his elven dagger. The wolf just opened its mouth and rushed over. Bilbo closed his eyes and pushed the dagger forward, and then he felt a furry thing jump into his arms.

He opened his eyes carefully and found that his dagger had been deeply inserted into the upper jaw of the wolf, reaching the brain. At this time, the big head of the wolf was tilted motionlessly beside his hand.

"Hurry up the tree!" Gandalf waved the long sword in his hand, cut off the head of a wolf that rushed too fast, and climbed up the tree nimbly.

The face of an old man always makes suggestions easier to accept, even for the dwarves who are famous for their stubbornness.

The thirteen dwarves in the expedition climbed up the tree as fast as they could without making a complaint.

Kili and Fili hid in a leafy pine tree, looking like bearded elves lying on a Christmas tree.

The Gloin brothers climbed up a very tall fir tree, with branches that were very close together, so even a dwarf could stand very high. The three Norri brothers were also in the tree, helping each other to get closer to the moon, but two other dwarves who arrived earlier stopped them.

Bofur and Bifur were helping their brother Pombo, the biggest, fattest, and bald cook. Fortunately, their brotherhood was deep, and Pombo was out of danger.

The warriors, Balin, Thorin, and Dwalin, were responsible for the rear guard, and they thought they should take on the most dangerous task.

"Hmm!" Bilbo's dagger was still stuck in the warg's mouth, because the force to insert the dagger was almost provided by the warg itself, so even if Bilbo used all the strength of his hands, it would be difficult to pull the dagger out.

By the time Bilbo remembered that he still had his feet to use, the dwarves had all climbed up the tree.

"Why did you leave the Snitch behind again?" Gandalf, who was sitting on the highest branch, asked, "Didn't you see that he killed the warg by himself?"

With the help of Golden Horn, Ivy killed the last warg that surrounded him and was about to climb the tree. He saw Bilbo standing between the pine trees, at a loss.

Ordinary hobbits never leave the ground in their lives. Climbing trees is a huge challenge for Mr. Baggins. His arms and legs, which are shorter than those of the dwarves, make it difficult for him to climb up by clinging to the branches.

"Sheath your sword, Mr. Baggins!" Ivy urged Golden Horn to rush towards Bilbo and grabbed him as he passed by.

The West Wind Horseshoe once again showed its power. Golden Horn jumped lightly, bounced back and forth on the tree trunk, and soon stood on the highest branch. However, this poor branch could not support Golden Horn and Ivy on its back, so they had to move down again. Finally, the huge Golden Horn even had to straddle two different trees to completely stop the trend of branches breaking.

Before the expedition team could rest on the tree branches, more wolves appeared under the tree.

"Azog!" Thorin's hateful roar reached everyone's ears.

"Is that the smell of fear? Thorin, son of Thorn..." Azog, riding a white giant wolf, appeared and stood on a rock platform a little further away.

The individual differences between orcs are so great that they are not even a species.

The orcs chasing the expedition outside the Ogre Forest look only a head shorter than ordinary humans; the orcs living in the underground city of the Misty Mountains are all wretched and hunched; Azog, who is riding on the back of a white wolf, has pale skin with countless scars on it. He is taller than all his men and is almost on the same level as Ivy and Gandalf.

Azog's left hand ends at the elbow, with a metal claw as a prosthesis, but the metal claw is not tied to the limb with a leather sheath and a knot like the prosthesis made by human craftsmen, but a long metal nail pierces his remaining arm and elbow joint.

Azog's voice was low and terrifying, like the rustling sound of a giant python crawling across the ground: "I remember the stench of your father, and the smell of blood in your grandfather's head... Now it's your turn, Thorin."

"Look at my arm!" Azog raised his metal claw, "This is a shame, this is a failure! But it will soon no longer be! I will kill you and all your dwarves and feed them to these wargs! But your head will not become a toy for the wargs, I will keep it as a souvenir! I will use the gold that your Durin clan likes most to plate your head, and let it become a decoration on this claw! This! This is my kindness to you, Thorin..."

"Azog!" Although Thorin had heard about Azog in Goblin Town a long time ago, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his chest.

Azog killed Thorin's grandfather in the Battle of Moria and cut off his head. Even his father couldn't stand this blow. After the war, he left the tribe alone. It was Gandalf who met him in Dol Guldur. The map and key of Lonely Mountain on Thorin were all obtained by Gandalf from his father Thorn.

"Attack! Push down the tree! Kill the man! Leave the dwarf to me!" Azog roared and ordered.

The orcs and wargs around the cliff immediately launched an attack, but the expedition team on the tree was not powerless to fight back.

Gandalf collected a lot of pine cones from his hiding place, and ignited them one by one with fire, and threw them at the wargs under the tree.

The fluffy and dry hair of the wargs is very flammable. After the burning pine cones hit the wargs, they immediately ignited their hair.

The riders on the back of the wargs hurriedly helped to put out the fire, but were still thrown to the ground by the painful and frightened wargs.

Ivy was not idle either. He had a lot of second-level spell slots left, so he could use the Oil of Fire spell to help expand the fire. So he specifically targeted the wargs that were already on fire, and covered their feet with flammable grease.

The sky-high flames illuminated the night sky, and a large number of wargs that had no time to dodge rolled in the grease. Once they slipped and fell to the ground, they would never be able to stand up again.

The range of the Oil of Fire spell was not large, but it was enough to block the entire cliff. After all, these orcs could not attack by stepping on the air, so the expedition team only had to defend one direction facing the mountain.

Yes, other people in the expedition team also participated in the defense, mainly because Gandalf found that it was too inefficient for one person to throw pine cones, so he distributed the fire to other dwarves who were also on the pine tree, so that they could fight back with burning pine cones together.

"Haha! Go eat shit! Azog!" The dwarves spoke vulgar words, and wiped out all the first wave of wargs that rushed under the tree, and immediately cheered loudly through the sky.

Soon the dwarves stopped laughing because the wind direction changed at night and the fire soon began to spread to the pine forest. Ivy's oil spell provided a lot of fuel for the fire, and the forest burned much faster than everyone imagined.

Pine and cypress trees are oil-rich trees. One of their survival strategies is to use pine needles that are not easy to rot and rich in oil to fill every open space in the forest. These piled pine needles usually contain many loose gaps that can preserve oxygen as a combustion aid. As long as the dew on the pine needles in the right direction one morning, it is easy to cause a forest fire, which is why coniferous forests in the middle and high latitudes of the earth can also catch fire.

The branches of pine trees can withstand high temperatures better than other trees, and the roots hidden underground rarely lose vitality due to the fierce fire. Therefore, when other plants in the forest are burned by wildfires, the entire land will become the territory of pine trees.

This somewhat despicable survival strategy of pine trees has now begun to trouble the expedition team climbing on the trees. They had to jump from one tree to another to stay away from the threat of the fire.

"What are we waiting for? Gandalf!" Ivy asked loudly. He had already started to prepare the fog spell. The thick magical fog could extinguish the flames, but with the current fire, one or two fog spells were just a drop in the bucket.

"Hold on for a while!" Gandalf looked up at the moon and shouted, "Hold on! Don't fall down!"

"We are going to get burned!" Noli shouted, "Think of a way, wizard!"

Ivy called for a cloud of fog, which temporarily covered all members of the expedition. Although this prevented the pine trees they were in from being ignited for the time being, it also made them lose their vision.

"Cut down the tree and move it away!" Azog ordered loudly. The fuel spell that Ivy had spread on the ground had burned out. At this time, except for the pine trees that were still burning on the periphery, the scope of the fire had begun to shrink. However, once Ivy removed the fog spell that protected everyone, the fire would expand again.

"The mountain wind is too strong!" Ivy frowned and shouted, "These fogs will soon be blown away! We need to think of another way!"

"There is only one way!" Thorin's voice came from the fog, and then everyone heard the sound of rustling.

"Thorin!" Balin, who was on a tree with Thorin, shouted, "You can't go down! Azog will kill you!"

"I used oak as a shield and cut off one of his arms. This time I am fully equipped and I will definitely kill him!" Thorin insisted.

"Oh! Don't let me worry about the stubbornness of the dwarves anymore!" Gandalf's voice came from higher up, "Come back quickly! Thorin!"

"Let's go down too, Golden Horn." Ivy patted Golden Horn's neck and rode out of the range of the cloud spell.

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The burning pine trees have been cut down, and the orcs have cleared a path in the fire. Azog, riding a white wolf, stood at the front of the team, looking at Thorin in front of him.

"Don't want to be a coward, right?" Azog showed a bloodthirsty smile on his pale face, "Then you will soon become a dead man!"

"Let me do it myself! Wizard!" Thorin stopped Ivy who wanted to provide some help, "This is my destiny!"

Ivy rolled his eyes in his heart. These dwarves were so hot-tempered and hard-tempered that they actually played personal heroism at such a critical moment.

But if this could delay the time for the orcs to attack, Ivy wouldn't mind it. Apart from that, Ivy only sighed in his heart. Since he became a fifth-year student at Hogwarts, he has not seen a complete encirclement of the enemy for a long time, not to mention that he needs to use fire to delay the enemy's offensive.

"Azog! Come and face me! The last blood of the Durin family! Your nemesis! Thorin Oakenshield!" Thorin stood under the burning pine tree and challenged the pale orc in the distance.

"Oakenshield?" The white giant wolf jumped forward and came to a distance where he could attack at any time. "I only saw pine wood on your arm!"

"Enough!" Thorin made a sword flower with the long sword in his hand and took the initiative to attack.

Ivy sighed in his heart. Although he has been a melee professional for less than three months, his combat experience is already extremely rich.

Facing the enemy riding on the mount and charging on foot, and the dwarves, a race with short legs, Ivy can only say that Thorin is indeed very courageous.

Azog riding on the white wolf also charged, while waving the eight-sided hammer in his hand.

Just as Thorin and Azog were about to overlap, the white wolf suddenly jumped to the side, immediately avoiding the arc of Thorin's long sword. Azog on the back of the white wolf leaned sideways and hit Thorin on the forehead with a hammer.

Thanks to the dwarves' heads being as hard as their tempers, Thorin, who fell to the ground, looked just a little dizzy and seemed to still have the strength to fight.

Azog, who passed by Thorin on his wolf, turned around and was about to launch a second attack.

Ivy, who was standing not far away, shook his head, made a few gestures and pointed at Thorin. The magic aura was faster than Azog's hammer and hit Thorin, who was standing there in a daze.

It was a first-ring giantization spell, which could double Thorin's height and make his weight 8 times the original, which made his size one level larger and gained two points of size bonus in strength.

The change in height also changed the location where Azog's hammer hit, from the head that could have been fatal to the less critical abdomen.

"Ah——" Thorin cried out in pain, and Azog was also at a loss for words by this sudden change.

When Thorin came to his senses and saw that Azog riding on the warg was not as tall as himself, he took the lead in launching the second round of attack.

However, the increase in size gave Thorin an advantage in strength, but it also greatly reduced his already low flexibility, not to mention that Azog had a warg under his crotch.

After barely parrying Thorin's attack, Azog drove the warg to leave a huge wound on Thorin's thigh. While Thorin was exhausted from the pain, Azog swung the hammer again and hit Thorin's chest.

Now even if Ivy's magic was powerful, it couldn't help him.

Ivy instigated the golden horn to rush up and slashed at Azog who was about to take off Thorin's head.

Azog raised the hammer head to resist, but the beast bite sword in Ivy's hand directly cut off the hammer handle, leaving a big wound on his body. The blood-stained beast-biting sword changed its trajectory in the air and launched a second attack. Since Ivy Sword Saint's professional level reached level 8, he can swing two swords in one round of attack. Azog is the first half-orc to have this treatment.

In a panic, Azog raised his other arm with a metal claw to resist. The seemingly solid metal claw still failed to stop the beast-biting sword for a moment. This sword did not leave a wound on Azog, but hit the wolf under his crotch.

Because when Ivy launched the attack, Golden Horn also kicked the Warg in the face with his two big hooves, and by chance, he hit the Warg's nose. The nose is a place where canines have very dense nerves. Although the Warg in the world of Arda is a dark creature whose origin is a mystery, its weaknesses are not much different.

The Warg leaned back in pain, and accidentally took the hit for Azog.

"Attack! Attack!" The injured Azog urged the Warg to flee backwards, and at the same time ordered the Orcs and the Warg to launch a new attack.

Before Azog was away from Ivy, the Beast Bite Sword launched another attack. This was an attack of opportunity. The Elf Curved Sword chopped Azog's back and cut off a large piece of meat. However, this attack still failed to cause a heavy blow or kill. Azog, who was injured again, ran faster.

Ivy, who failed to kill Azog in one shot, frowned, turned around to remove the effect of the Giant Transformation on Thorin, lifted him up, and returned to the location of the expedition.

At this time, the cloud and mist spell had been completely blown away by the mountain wind, and the members of the expedition team had gathered on the outermost pine tree on the cliff, which looked precarious. In a few minutes, even if they were not burned to death by the fire, they would fall off the cliff under the crushing pine tree.

"Where is your rescue? Gandalf!" Ivy shouted loudly while urging Golden Horn to continue forward.

"There! Look! They are coming!" Gandalf pointed to the moon in the distance, but Ivy saw nothing.

"Can they fly?" Ivy leaned over and whispered something in Golden Horn's ear, then stood up and asked.

"What else?" Gandalf asked back.

"Very good!" Ivy did not slow down, and rushed out of the cliff on Golden Horn, "Listen to me! Jump down together!"

Before the dwarves fully understood this sentence, Ivy had already jumped off the cliff on Golden Horn and fell towards the forest below.

"No!" Balin, who was hanging on the tree, shouted, but soon he found that Ivy and Golden Horn were falling unusually slowly.

"It's magic! The wizard's magic!" Balin shouted in surprise, and then quickly let go of his hands. He was already exhausted.

Seeing Balin even waving hello to them in the air, the dwarves on the pine tree immediately jumped off the cliff like dumplings. The last one to jump was Bilbo. Hobbits are always afraid of heights, and he couldn't overcome it, but when he closed his eyes and prayed, a strong wind blew him down.

Ivy, who jumped first, could already see what was flying at high speed - a giant eagle.

Burned out...! Continue tomorrow! Ahhhhh

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