[The Hobbit] Farstrider's Journey

It was evening, and the battle in the wilderness had lasted from morning to now. Everyone was exhausted, but they didn't dare to let go.Because any distraction could kill you.

Legolas emptied his quiver, and faced the necromancer with only the well-crafted elven sword in his hand.Although Legolas was superb in martial arts, facing the endless undead puppets crawling up from the ground, his arms were inevitably sore and his movements sluggish.

The necromancer blocked him on a mountain cliff, completely blocking the way for him to join the elf army.The necromancer was shrouded in a wide cloak, holding a crooked wooden staff in his hand. The image was mysterious and strange, which made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

Because there was no Legolas to mobilize the command on the battlefield, the team he led could only passively face Borg. The elf soldiers were very tired. Although Borg's orc troops also consumed a lot of physical strength, their morale was high. After the adjustment, facing the tired elves, they had the upper hand for a while.

Borg rushed left and right, specially picking out outstanding warriors among the elves. After raiding a few elf fighters, Borg focused on a red-haired female elf.

The corpses of orc soldiers were all over Tariel's side. Holding two swords in his hands, he slit the throat of an orc soldier nimbly and nimbly.Her red hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks and neck. Although she looked embarrassed, she was not injured.

The Borg approached Tariel silently, raising his weapon just as she had killed an orc.Tariel keenly sensed the attack from behind, she only had time to fight back and block it with the short sword in her hand, before being oppressed by the huge force, she lost her balance and rushed forward.Although she resisted the fatal injury, she was knocked to the ground by Borg's power.

Tariel didn't care to think too much, just rolled over quickly, turned around, and dropped a sharp ax covered in blood head-on.

Just as she shrank her pupils in horror, a sharp arrow flew across the battlefield and pierced through Borg's wrist with a whizz.

"Aw!" Borg growled, and looked back at Thranduil and Wallace who suddenly appeared on the stag, his angry eyes turned red.

Thranduil put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and only relied on his legs to maintain his balance.

With a low snort, Wallace passed Thranduil and drove the baron into the battlefield.The stag does not have the blessing of the heavy armor of the fear horse, and dares to join the melee without fear.It lowered its head and used the huge antlers on top of its head to pick up several orcs. Thranduil pulled the reins, and when more orcs surrounded him, he had to jump down.

Cutting down the overwhelmed orc soldiers around him, Thranduil began to gather up the scattered elf soldiers on the battlefield. His eyes scanned from time to time, but he didn't see Legolas.

"I'll go find him!" Wallace said loudly.

Thranduil only had time to glance at his resolute face before the other party drove the fear steed towards another direction of the battlefield.

Suppressing the worry in his heart, Thranduil forced himself to focus more on the battle in front of him.

The elf soldiers gathered towards the elf king as if they saw a bright flag.With Thranduil joining, the situation soon turned to the elf army again.Borg no longer cared about going to trouble other fighters, so he could only concentrate on containing Thranduil.

However, even if he did not come to the Elf King, the other party would not be able to let him go.

The sword in Thranduil's hand flashed a icy light, and it collided fiercely with the battle ax in Borg's hand, and they were comparable in strength.However, Thranduil was in full swing, while Borg turned from victory to decline.

A low growl came out of Borg's throat, roaring like a real beast.Thranduil was the exact opposite of him. He had a dignified but focused expression, he pursed his lips tightly, without making the slightest sound, and his attacking movements were sharp and graceful.

The two fought against each other, and the soldiers of both sides fighting around couldn't help but get bigger and farther away, leaving more space for both sides.

The arrow on Borg's wrist had already been broken by him, but the arrow body stuck in the middle of his wrist was affecting his movements all the time.Thranduil's movements became more and more fierce, and his strength became stronger and stronger. Gradually, Borg's trembling hand could not hold the handle of the battle axe. The empty door swung open.

Thranduil's light-colored eyes stared coldly at his desperate face, and he swung the sword hilt with both hands.

Bright red blood spurted out of Borg's neck, his eyes lost their spirits, and he fell to the ground.

Thranduil was accidentally splashed with blood on his face, he didn't bother to wipe it off, and immediately ordered the elf soldiers around him to shout, spreading the news of Borg's death throughout the battlefield.

As soon as the leader died, the orc soldiers lost all intention of fighting and started to flee.

Wallace searched the battlefield, but he didn't see Legolas until he met Ignaz. After being informed by the other party, he ran towards the mountain beside the battlefield.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes struck dully, and echoed louder when they hit the stone wall, creating a very oppressive aura layer upon layer.

Legolas' arms were so weak that he couldn't lift them up. There were stumps and broken arms all around him, and bursts of cold air penetrated directly into his body, taking away the temperature around him.

The necromancer seemed to be playing a game, and kept summoning puppets from the wilderness soil. The elf prince's perseverance was exceptionally tenacious, and the necromancer had long since become impatient.

The sound of heavy horseshoes sounded behind him, as if it was pressing on people's hearts, making people breathless. Even the necromancer, who had lost his breathing and heartbeat for a long time, felt depressed at the moment.

"Legolas!" Hua Lai's face sank, seeing Legolas surrounded by a group of abnormal species, his face turned pale, and his lips turned a deep purple.

He flew down and quickly whispered a spell, and Picard, the flame imp, appeared bouncing and rolling.

"Pickart, burn!" Hua Lai spat out an order, swept the tip of the stick in his hand downwards, and shot a shadow arrow towards the necromancer whistling.

It was the first time for a necromancer to face an unprecedented spellcaster like a blood elf warlock. The shadow arrow quickly smashed towards him with a blue-purple tail flame. The necromancer had an ominous premonition. Like a black silhouette, it quickly slid away against the ground.

Pickart rubbed out two large groups of flames in his hands, and it smashed them into the puppet.

These puppets are made up of corrupted objects, and Picard's flames originate from the flames of the Sun in the depths of hell, and are most able to restrain these filthy objects.

The puppets have no intelligence at all, and they will not struggle even if they are creaked by the fire. Soon the fire engulfed these puppets, making them lose their ability to move.

Wallace rushed over to support Legolas: "How are you?"

Legolas' expression was very bad, obviously annoyed at his carelessness and getting into such a predicament: "I'm fine, you go after him."

Hua Lai pressed him firmly: "Don't move, you are very cold, where is the gem I gave you?"

"Here." Legolas took out the green gem, and Wallace gave him the gem without saying a word.

A warm current immediately made Legolas much better.

"That man is dangerous," said Legolas, "and he must not escape."

Hua Lai nodded and said, "Don't worry, he can't escape, your father is over there."

Only then did Legolas feel relieved, and when his physical strength recovered a bit, Wallace rode on the baron and led Legolas back to the battlefield.

To the surprise of the two, the battle that was already nearing the end started again.The dead soldiers on both sides of the war became the best material for necromancers to cast spells. One after another, the corpses got up stiffly and attacked the elf soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield!

This evil act of blaspheming the dead made all the elves present furious.However, in addition to orc zombies, there are also many elf zombies.This made the soldiers of the elf army unable to bear to hurt the remains of their comrades-in-arms, which led to unnecessary casualties.

Enduring his grief, Thranduil ordered the soldiers not to be soft-hearted. They were no longer their comrades-in-arms, companions and relatives, but evil creatures infected by filth. He asked the soldiers to end their pain of being controlled by evil.

There were roars and cries on the battlefield, and the elf soldiers endured great grief, and slashed the weapons in their hands on the elves who had turned into zombies.

At this moment, Wallace and Legolas returned.

Unlike others, Hua Lai could tell at a glance that these elf soldiers were controlled by necromancers.Those elf soldiers didn't know the point, just attacking the vital parts couldn't stop the zombies from moving.

It was too tragic to have someone who had never experienced such a thing chop off the limbs of a comrade turned into a zombie, so Wallace put Legolas down and rushed to find the necromancer himself.

Wallace's eyes searched the battlefield, and he released Murphy to help drive away the zombies.The necromancer is hiding in a corner, using the zombies to cause chaos to hide his whereabouts. He wanders on the battlefield with an erratic figure.

Hua Lai stared at the strange figure with sharp eyes, and after locking it with his eyes, an instant curse was sent out.