He doesn't want to lose the underground city again, but now, facing so many orcs, can Dyne be able to fight?
The surrounding dwarves and Bilbo were equally worried.
"Thorin, perhaps we should go out and fight with the Lord of the Hills."
"No, no, I want to defend the city under the mountain, and there is no room for loss here." Thorin shook his head and vetoed.
But he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the dwarves who were still fighting with the Orcs under the city wall, but their brows were still tightly wrinkled.
He really doesn't want to lose the city under the mountain, and, with so many Orc army, even if he goes out, what can he do?
A person's strength is always limited. If he goes out, what can he change?
Yes, he can't go out.
Thorin was firm again.
Relying on the city wall, he can still hold on, as long as he survives the disaster in front of him, the city under the mountain will still be his.
At that time, his kingdom can still restore its former prosperity and prosperity.
Yes, the mission of reviving the country rests on him, he can't do anything, otherwise, everything will be over.
Now that the Arken gem is in his hands, he only needs to guard the city under the mountain, yes, as long as he guards it.
Thorin's face was still calm, but his hands had already been clenched into fists.
The dwarves looked at each other again and hesitated.
"Carl, the Orcs have arrived, what are we waiting for?" The skin changer Beorn glanced at the man who was lying on the grass beside him with his eyes closed.
Just now, he wanted 043 to charge down with his clan several times, but Carl stopped them all.
Carl opened his eyes slightly and cast a glance at Beorn: "Beorn, you were reluctant to call you here before, why are you so positive now."
"Does it need to be said? Of course, after your guidance, the stalemate has stopped, so let's hurry up and do it."
Before, he really did not want to bring his clan to participate in this kind of battle.
But, as Carl had told him, if this war were to take place here, the Orc would be victorious in the end.
Then, soon, other places, including the homes of their skin-changers, will inevitably suffer from war.
Because the Orcs will definitely stick out their fangs to all the creatures around the territory under their dominion.
At that time, without the existence of dwarves and elves, the skin changer obviously could not resist the attack from the Orc alone.
Therefore, they must not allow the Orc army to win this battle.
Therefore, Beorn was a little anxious when he saw that the dwarves and elves were now in danger under the attack of the Orcs.
Only now, he was puzzled, he didn't know why Carl was stopping him.
Carl glanced at Beorn, as if explaining, and said slowly:
(bgeg) "I just want to punish some self-righteous fellow, Beorn, be patient, and, dwarves and elves, aren't as weak as you think.
Hearing this, Beorn felt helpless, but he had no choice but to turn around and explain the matters that his clansmen should pay attention to when fighting, such as how to quickly shred the enemy's body, and how to neatly protect the enemy's neck.
"Attack! Attack!" On Raven Hill, Azog was still waving his mace, shouting non-stop.
The Orc at the bottom also kept moving forward.
But the tenacity of elves and dwarves is indeed strong, and they are still standing in the face of the countless surging orc army.
The elves even ripped open a hole in their heavy siege.
"All elves, retreat!" Out of the encirclement, Thranduil hurriedly gave his order.
Now, he has no more heartache. In this war, too many elves have died, so much that he feels a little numb.
Hearing the order of their king, the elves exited the battlefield in an orderly manner and ran towards the woods on the side of the battlefield.
But it didn't take long for them to move, and they were discovered by Azog.
Its angry voice came again from Raven Hill: "Damn, don't let them go, those damned elves. Where's my warg trooper? Come on and shred these guys!
Azog, standing here, can clearly see everything that is happening in all corners of the battlefield.
He could not tolerate the peaceful retreat of the elves who were always giving him trouble and discomfort.
The Wargs were ordered, and some began to split up and head towards the elves who were about to flee, their mouths whistling with bloody mucus.
The elves looked at the surging giant Warg cavalry, but their expressions were a little ugly.
They had already fought a battle with the dwarves before, and everyone's physical strength was not that sufficient. In addition, with the loss of so many troops, if they were entangled by the wolves and caught up by the Orc army again, they would want to. It will be more difficult to break through again.
Thranduil was also secretly anxious.
But at this moment, there was a sudden change in the forest.
Then,
Puff puff "Pfft!" Arrows suddenly shot out from the dense forest, killing the wolves who were about to rush up on the spot, screaming and whimpering endlessly.
"Whoosh whoosh!" A white-faced boy suddenly rushed out of the woods with a group of elves.
Seeing who was coming, Thranduil couldn't help but be surprised: "Legras, why did you come here? Didn't I tell you to guard in the woodland?"
"Father, I have already heard the movements of Oak, and I am afraid that there will be an accident, so I came here." Legolas explained that at this moment, he looked at his father's haggard appearance, but he was a little worried and afraid.
Sure enough, fortunately he came here, otherwise his father would be in trouble.
"Okay, then let's go." Thranduil no longer doubted, and after saying that, he was ready to leave with his son.
"But, father, what about these Orcs?" Legolas turned his head to the frontal battlefield, where the screams of killing were still fierce, which made his feet hesitant.
"Don't worry, the walls of the Woodland Kingdom are very strong, and those orcs cannot be breached." Thranduil said.
"No, father, I mean, these dwarves, shall we just leave them alone?"
"They? It's none of my business!" Thinking of the dwarves, Thranduil felt even more anger in his heart.
If it weren't for the dwarves, how could he have killed so many of his subjects?
His people were supposed to live peacefully in the dark forest, but now? But their heads are in different places, and their souls have drifted back to Mandus, the temple of death.
Legley tried to persuade his father, but was ruthlessly rejected.
Legolas obviously couldn't understand his father's current feelings. He felt that as a righteous party, it was a matter of course for him to stand up at this time and destroy the Orcs together. For this reason, it was not worthwhile to temporarily cooperate with the dwarves. Not possible.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with him thinking this way, the only mistake is that he did not think from his father's standpoint.
In the end, Thranduil was provoked by his own son, and he suddenly shouted: "Okay, if you want to help these dwarves, then go and see what you can do for them?"
After all, he looked at Legolas coldly.
He thought he would be subdued.
Legolas was also frightened by his father's angry look, but, after being silent for a few seconds, he turned away resolutely.
The so-called justice requires people to be on duty. Legolas is different from his father. He has his own thoughts and beliefs.
Thranduil's face was even more ugly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Legolas' figure slowly disappeared in front of his eyes.