"It can't go on like this, we have to find a way!" Sorin looked a little ugly.
Could it be that he is going to stop here, just because he met these weak and ugly goblins?
No! Absolutely not, he can't die here.
He still has to go to Lonely Mountain, to get back the Arken gem, and to make the kingdom of Turin shine again.
Thinking of this, Sorin shuddered.
He gritted his teeth and rushed to the front, his face turned hideous and terrifying, and a low growl like a beast came out of his throat.
His mission must not end here.
Gandalf also felt inexplicable powerlessness at this moment.
He glanced at Carl and found that the latter seemed to have used all his strength, because he saw that the longbow that Carl was holding was still turning into an afterimage, so, is their journey coming to an end?
But yes, even if everyone here is very powerful, how could they be able to beat so many goblins?
It's a numerical advantage that they simply can't match.
Gandalf was full of bitterness.
Elrond's blessings are still vivid in his mind, but after a day's walk, he has fallen into desperation.
Sure enough, things are impermanent, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment of life.
Everyone's breathing became heavier.
The Goblin King, who was still timid, raised his head again, his eyes kept rolling, watching the performance of the crowd.
….
Carl looked at everyone's performance, but nodded again with satisfaction in his heart.
His teammates performed well this time, and they cooperated well with each other. They were all heroic and good, and they even endured for so long under the charge of the goblins.
Especially Sorin, his aura became more and more obvious as he fought, and he grew very fast.
However, it seems that these heroic guys have indeed reached their limit, and they may really be unable to hold on if they continue.
After thinking about it, Carl slowly put away the bow, and then the light flashed, and suddenly there was an object in his hand.
This object has black skin, and is slightly rough and hard. At first glance, it looks ordinary, like a roadside stone, and like a random iron lump, but when I look closely, I find that there are actually leftovers on it with a small tail.
If someone who knows the goods comes up and smells it, they will definitely recognize the strong smell emanating from this thing.
This thing should not appear in Middle-earth, but it was created by someone.
...
Ignite, burn, fly, land!
Carl's movements are done in one go!
"Boom!" A loud noise exploded in the goblins, and the violent impact and fireworks directly blasted all the surrounding goblins that were still running forward.
It also made people's ears bang.
The sudden explosion caused everyone to be stunned for a moment, and while they were stunned, they saw another black thing moving far away from another goblin colony.
"Boom!" There was another burst of bright fire.
Countless goblins were like leaves blown off by the gust of wind, and that thin body was involuntarily smashed to the left and right in the countless waves.
The goblins were also stunned, but after being stunned, they began to prepare to attack again. They thought that Carl, like the old man just now, might be able to shoot twice.
However, they were wrong.
So, for this, a heavy price was paid.
Countless blood seeped out from the rock wall and dripped down, and countless limbs fell like rain, submerged in the underground abyss.
Finally, they began to fear.
What are those black things?
They looked at Carl's eyes, their bodies began to tremble, their feet began to grow heavy.
Through Carl's figure, they seemed to see the Balrog from hell.
Such a terrifying person, someone who can fire the fury of thunder without getting tired, how could these weak creatures be able to compete with them?
Just as the goblins were about to retreat, an exclamation suddenly sounded from behind the crowd.
"Ah~" Bilbo subconsciously let out a loud cry when he noticed his uncontrollable body.
Everyone turned back quickly, but they saw that the goblin king who had been hiding in the distance and shouting didn't know when, he actually touched behind them, and also caught Bilbo.
Bilbo also discovered the bad situation at the time, and he was a little frightened, and he tried to twist his body to break free.
But with the strength of the Hobbit, how could it be possible to break away from the power of the Goblin King?
"Let him go!" Without being shocked by Carl's performance, Thorin and the others hurriedly drew out their long swords and angrily shouted at the Goblin King.
After the twists and turns of life and death along the way, Bilbo's place in their hearts has long been different from what it used to be. This frail, but extremely agile hobbit was indeed a great help to them.
Whether it was daily care or fighting on the battlefield, this hobbit never left them out of fear.
And they have long regarded him as a companion, so how can one let his own companion be hurt?
Carl didn't expect that the goblin king, who was afraid of death, would have the guts to risk being killed by a bomb and crawl over secretly, which really surprised him.
Seeing how everyone cared about Bilbo, the Goblin King smiled. He smiled brightly, showing the yellow teeth in his mouth.
Holding Bilbo in front of him, he glanced playfully, and then said to everyone:
"It seems that you are very concerned about this little guy? How about it? Do you want to think about saving him?"
After that, there was a murderous look on his face, and he shouted: "Now, put down the weapons in your hands, or I will break the neck of this little thing in your hands."
"Wait!" Seeing this, Sorin hurriedly stopped.
What a joke, how could they just watch Bilbo get killed right in front of their eyes?
But are they really going to drop their weapons?
"Come on, I'm running out of patience, you dwarves and humans of Damn it!" cried the Goblin King again.
Today is definitely a terrible day for him. Not only have a large number of useless waste people been killed, but it also delays his entertainment time. How can he not be angry?
"Okay, let's let it go!" Sorin said, ready to let go of the long sword in his hand.
When the goblins around them who were originally afraid saw this scene, a glimmer of hope rose again in their eyes.
Are all humans that stupid? It seems that their king is still powerful, but with a little trick, these humans are obediently captured.
The goblins looked at everyone expectantly, or rather, looked at Carl expectantly.
As long as Carl put down the black thing in his hand, they would immediately jump on it and kill it brutally, making him apologize for the fear he had caused them before.
They are opportunists. When they are afraid, they can't hide. When the momentum rises, they must be trampled to death.