little gentleman

Legolas was not unprepared for a horde of goblins charging from all directions, but he did not expect the number of enemies to be so large.Even though Legolas is an excellent fighter, he rarely faced so many opponents alone. If it was just him, he might be able to retreat unscathed, but beside him was a man with no fighting power. Companions need protection.

"Frodo! Take shelter!" cried Legolas.He had his bow fully drawn, aiming at the ferocious goblin who charged ahead.

Frodo hid himself behind a stone, but luckily he was small, and the stone just hid him.

Legolas shot the goblin in the throat with one arrow, and before the body fell, the second arrow was on the string, and with a "whoosh", another goblin rushing towards him died.

Frodo curled up, and he couldn't help trembling: although he thought of the dangers ahead, this was the first time someone had killed someone in front of him, and the real and shocking feeling frightened him.

Legolas no longer had the energy to take into account Frodo's feelings. More and more orcs were attacking him. He moved and jumped to avoid attacks from all directions, and shot one after another at any time during the dodge. A deadly arrow.

Frodo poked his head out from behind the stone where he was hiding, and was almost hit by a flying corpse as soon as he emerged, so he quickly retreated in fright.Hearing the continuous killing, he poked his head out again, and saw the figure of the elf surrounded by a group of ferocious half-orcs.Frodo daringly crept out of his hiding-place, and picking up a clumsy weapon from the corpse, he raised it up in trembling hands, and with courage he charged at an Orc.

Legolas was in the midst of a battle when he heard a low, hoarse voice: "Elf, lay down your weapons—if you value your friend's life!"

Legolas hesitated at the sound, and the orcs around him stopped attacking and backed away.Legolas turned, and beheld an unusually tall goblin, who had but one hand, and the thick surviving arm wrapped itself around Frodo's little body, and nearly strangled the limp hobbit. I'm angry.A knife was attached to the half-orc's severed arm, and the point of the knife was on Frodo's throat.

Legolas thought he had seen this orc before, but he couldn't remember it, because these barbarians all looked alike.Seeing Frodo struggling helplessly, Legolas could only throw the bow and arrow that never left his body on the parched ground under his feet.

The tall goblin seemed to be the leader, and slipping Frodo casually into the arms of another goblin, he made his way to Legolas.

"Friend of Thorin Oakenshield," said the orc slowly, his voice low and menacing, "Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas."

Legolas couldn't help frowning his delicate eyebrows when he heard his name called out, and then he suddenly remembered, and blurted out a name in a slightly panicked tone: "Azog?"

The half-orc sneered: "It seems that you think of me, Elf!"

Azog is the leader of the half-orcs. In the war between the half-orcs and the coalition forces many years ago, he was cut off by Thorin, and he has held a grudge ever since.

"Should you be dead?" Legolas was startled. At that time, Azog was bleeding profusely and was dying. Thorin thought that Azog must die, so he didn't pursue him.

"Unfortunately, half-orcs have very tenacious vitality." Azog walked in front of Legolas, the shadow of his huge body completely enveloped the elf.

Legolas couldn't help but want to back away. He gritted his teeth to restrain his urge to retreat, and firmly raised his head to face the half-orc's dark eyes.

Azog suddenly pinched Legolas' slender chin, forcing him to raise his head higher.Legolas felt that his bones were about to be crushed, he endured the pain, and stared at Azog without flinching.

"I really want to gouge out your eyeballs!" Azog said viciously, "You elves who think you are noble, you slaughtered our people, trampled our land, and in the end called us barbarians!"

"You started the war!" argued Legolas.

"Then who drove us out of our home?" Azog sneered.

Legolas suddenly remembered the history of half-orcs. Hundreds of years ago, half-orcs also used a part of the forest as their habitat. When the elves' population expanded, the two sides clashed over the land. In the end, the half-orcs failed and all retreated. to Mordor, and since then the orcs have never appeared in the forest again.

"Also," Azog continued, gritting his teeth, "the worst thing is that you killed many of our women!"

woman?Legolas widened his blue eyes in surprise. He didn't remember that he had killed a half-orc woman, but he thought with horror that he couldn't tell the gender of a half-orc at all. The same might be true for other elves, even humans and dwarves. Never seen a half-orc female either.Thinking about it this way, they probably killed the half-orc woman at that time, which made him feel terrified.

"Those women are of course worthless, but they are our reproductive tools!" Azog said coldly, "The number of female half-orcs is scarce, and your massacre has caused us to lose a lot of women! Because there are too few offspring in that generation, We almost wiped out our entire family!"

Legolas remembered that at the end of that war, the half-orcs crazily plundered women of other races during their retreat, among which were human women, some female elves and dwarves, and even hobbits. let go.The half-orcs sometimes couldn't tell the gender of the elves, and some of the abducted elves were male. Later, these male elves were brutally killed.

"Don't talk? Don't you have anything to say, elf?" Azog narrowed his eyes dangerously, "If that's the case, go to hell!"

Azog's hand suddenly pinched Legolas' white and thin neck downwards, and his strong fingers were tightly gathered and lifted up.The elf's lithe body was lifted off the ground, struggling with its toes, rubbing against the dust.Azog grinned grimly. Through the elf's thin skin, he could feel the weak and pitiful pulse. Just a little more time would stop the elf's heart from beating forever.

A roar broke the deadlock between the two sides: "Don't touch him! You dirty ugly monster!"

Before the words were finished, a black feather arrow shot through the air and hit Azog's intact arm. He let out a cry of pain, and reflexively let go of his hand. Legolas fell to the ground, and the air was like The wind from the open valve rushed into his oxygen-deprived lungs.

After shooting Azog's arm, Bud had already put another long arrow on the bow to cover the charging people.

Jinli's ax had already knocked down several orcs, and he ran towards this side angrily: "Damn orcs! How dare you touch Legolas with your dirty hands!"

Aragorn and Boromir have also rescued Frodo, only Gandalf stood aside and did not make a move.

Azog glared at his attackers, and he saw Aragorn holding a sword: "Freelander? It's you again!"

"Now I am the king of Gondor," Aragorn cut down a half-orc warrior, "My name is Aragorn, remember!"

"I will write this name on your tombstone!" Azog rushed towards Aragorn fiercely.

Boromir and Aragorn faced each other back to back: "Don't fight him, this guy is very powerful!"

"Don't worry, I have fought him before." Aragorn was not afraid of the mighty Azog.

While speaking, Azog had already reached the front, and Aragorn swung his sword to meet the enemy. The moment the two weapons collided, Aragorn felt that his arms were numb from the shock. He stabilized his footsteps and tried to avoid Azog's frontal attack. Carefully wrestled with the orcs.

Gimli helped Legolas up, which was a bit of an effort, he was much shorter than Legolas: "Hey, elf, don't die!"

Legolas recovered and got up to fight with Gimli.

"I really didn't expect that I would die with an elf!" Jinli said jokingly, "but I feel very honored, and it's not a bad thing to die with a beautiful elf."

Hearing this, Legolas couldn't help throwing a mischievous smile at Jin Li: "Then how about dying with a friend?"

"Extremely happy!" Jinli leaned on Legolas' back, and the two stood in the center of the battlefield in tacit understanding, bravely facing the half-orcs coming from all directions.

Aragorn and Azog fought inseparably. Aragorn wanted to break the deadlock as soon as possible, so he stepped into the pit behind him unexpectedly, fell backwards and fell to the ground, and just escaped an attack from Azog.

Suddenly, a cry from another direction distracted Azog: "Azog! It is me you are looking for!"

Azog looked to the side angrily, his eyes immediately burning: it was Thorin Oakenshield standing on the slope calling his name.

Bilbo beside Thorin could only groan inwardly. He wanted to take everyone away quietly, but now they became targets.

"Thorin!!" Azog yelled, his huge body shaking with rage.

"I said back then, if you dare to violate again, I will cut off your other arm!" Thorin walked towards Azog steadily.

"It was you and your friends who invaded our land!" Azog's eyes turned red with anger, "It was your elf friend and the mouse first, and then you! You have come to my territory in such a brazen manner, how dare you call yourself a hero!"

After all, the sharp blade in Azog's hand had already slashed towards Thorin, and Thorin drew out the beast-biting sword to resist, and the sword clanged loudly, and every stroke made people tremble with fear.

Bilbo knew he should stay where he was, but he couldn't see Thorin in danger while he shrank himself.He rushed out of his hiding place and ran towards Thorin.

"Hey! Big fool!" Bilbo threw a stone at Azog.

The stone hit Azog on the shoulder, drawing his attention to the little hobbit: "Damn it! Another rat!"

The other Orcs noticed Bilbo, too, and one of them slashed at him with a knife.Bilbo couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed in the chest. The powerful impact made him feel that his internal organs were about to be crushed.But when he looked down in fear, he found that there was only a hole in his clothes, and the faint light of mithril emerged from the hole.

Seeing that Bilbo was not dead, the orc became furious, and hit Bilbo on the head with his club.Bill Borden was knocked unconscious and fell backwards.

Seeing the hobbit lying powerlessly on the ground, Thorin was furious, and he attacked Azog, who was much taller than him, even more valiantly, and beat the huge orc back again and again.When the orc was exhausted, Thorin seized the opportunity to slash Azog's intact arm with his sword.Although Azog dodged immediately, his arm was still bloodied, almost hurting his bones.

Just as the battle was heating up, an eagle sound came from the air.Everyone looked up subconsciously, and saw a group of big eagles descending from the sky.Gandalf standing on the hillside was chanting a series of spells to the sky. It turned out that he had summoned the eagle.The first eagles overturned the orcs around Legolas, grabbed the elf and flew into the air.The other eagles also grabbed Gandalf's companions and took off.

Azog looked coldly at the enemies going away. He was angry that the battle was interrupted, but what was even more hateful was that he failed to kill the enemy with his own hands.He was still bleeding from a fresh wound on his arm, and this was the second time Thorin Oakenshield had slashed him.

"One day you will pay the price, all of you!" Azog said viciously, looking at the sky.