The dwarves have forgotten what they are going to do here, they just stare at the vivid image of this rare encounter in front of them.
Among the valleys, a gigantic slaughtering machine rose, constantly spewing endless flames, all the orcs that swarmed against its silhouette seemed so small, fragile, and humble.
Life is so vulnerable in the face of this evil dragon. Whether it's trolls, trolls, orcs, or sieges, they all get the same treatment – no corpses.
In the face of the death of the same species,
"Roar!" The Orcs roared even more furiously.
They're even crazier!
Subsequently
"Roar~" They were deceiving.
I don't know when, seeing countless black corpses lying in the scorched earth, the madness in the eyes of the Orcs subsided again, and the look of fear spread to their hearts again.
Can this kind of existence, they, really be able to fight?
"No, don't be afraid," Azog's voice came again, "My troops, this dragon is running out of strength, hold on, hold on for another minute, no, three minutes, hold on for three minutes, this guy will be exhausted."
Azog looked at the black figure from the ground with difficulty, but the words in his throat seemed a little difficult.
This damn black dragon is so terrifying, even he who has hundreds of thousands of soldiers in his hand, can't help but beat the drum at this point.
Carl also noticed the wobbly of the Orcs around, which made him a little unhappy.
However, thinking that he seemed a little too complacent now, he couldn't help but reflect on himself.
Its performance seems to be very strong. If these orcs see that they have no chance or hope of winning, and retreat and flee, then won't he lose much?
It's a bit of a loss!
Charlie, who came to his senses in an instant, flew slowly back to the ground.
As a result, the Orcs saw the black dragon, which was still arrogant, and its fallen body swayed a few steps along with it, barely able to keep its body on the ground, and was still lying on the ground panting.
Black Dragon's physical strength really can't withstand it?
Seeing this scene, the Oaks couldn't help but marvel, and so they were overjoyed.
"Haha ha!" Azog couldn't help but feel a little excited. Sure enough, his judgment was right, so what if it was an evil dragon, with so many troops under its hand, even if it was consumed, it would also be consumed to kill it.
He commanded the Orcs on the ground again, and told them to charge Carl again, and countless Orcs charged towards Carl with weapons without hesitation.
The oak trees were in high spirits.
That's right, the dragon has no strength, they don't need to be so afraid anymore, as long as they persist for a while, this dragon will fall here.
As a result, the dwarves saw a new scene.
I saw that, surrounded by countless orcs, a helpless black dragon seemed to be exhausted, and could only constantly raise and wave its huge tail to sweep towards the orcs; Kill a group of Orcs; or run twice once in a while, and then spit two salivas into the Orc swarm.
Every time everyone thought that the black dragon might fall in the next moment, but in the next moment it slowly got up again, and killed a group of unlucky bastards smoothly and inadvertently.
The blade of the weapon and the tip of the Orc spear fell on the armor of the black dragon scale, and bursts of sparks appeared.
Although they couldn't pierce the black dragon's skin, they still liked it, because they saw the black dragon's embarrassed appearance. Even if he couldn't pierce the scales, it wouldn't last long.
Wave after wave, check after check, countless Orcs have died heroically.
They have forgotten their exhaustion and their fear, and only want to let the black dragon in front of them die under their own weapons with a fanatical hope.
Little by little, the Orc army was killed and wounded again, from the end of the valley to the top. Covered in countless orc corpses.
Finally, after fighting for a long time, after the black dragon stroked its tail again, the Orcs couldn't help but start wondering.
Why hasn't this dragon fallen yet?
Then he looked back at the countless dead people behind him, and they suddenly discovered a terrifying fact...
Nearly half of his comrades had already fallen.
"Go ahead! Kill for me!" Azog had already been awakened by all the black dragon's hatred at that moment, and his shrill cry came again.
How could he give up so much after losing so many orcs?
In fact, it reacted a long time ago. The black dragon in front of him, which he "can't hold," has surprisingly good stamina, as if he were intending.
Yes, he can see that this black dragon is intending to be his horse, and it's a shame he hasn't seen it now.
But what about the reaction now?
He had no way out, and the moment he disobeyed Sauron's order, he had no way out.
Now, if you succeed, you can still ask the Demon Lord for forgiveness. However, if he were to return with the remnants of his army, he would definitely be tortured by Sauron's most painful means.
Her soul had already been sold to Sauron, and she could not challenge Sauron, so Azog had no way out.
Now, the only thing he can do is kill the black dragon, and then kill the dwarf and Thorin, or cut off his own head and take it back to Thorin.
So how does he do it?
The answer is self-evident, only to fight to the death, at all costs.
Ten minutes later.
Under the setting sun, Azog's figure looked a little tragic, and there was no blood on his pale skin.
As the last group of Orcs was devoured by the black dragon's magic flame, its body began to tremble.
His subordinates, an army of 600,000 people, could not kill a single black dragon.
"Peng!
His knees fell weakly to the ground. Azog had never felt such despair and powerlessness for a moment. There was no anger in his heart, only inexplicable sadness.
The Lord of Destiny did not stand on his side, he has been deprived of hope again, and his path of revenge seems to have ended with the appearance of the black dragon.
Who is it to blame?
Azog doesn't know, it can't even increase the strength of resentment now.
The army of 600,000 people is gone!