Thorin, who was already a little tired, heard the shouts from the countless dwarves behind him, as well as his friends and relatives, and suddenly a huge force suddenly surged out of his body.
"Boom!" He turned over again and avoided an attack from Azog, his eyes suddenly brightened.
Bending and jumping, he suddenly grabbed the sand on the ground and threw it towards Azog's eyes.
"Wow! Azog, who was about to slash, couldn't dodge in time, but he was directly hit by Thorin's insidious trick.
Then, after it closed its eyes subconsciously, it suddenly felt a gust of wind, and then a sharp pain came from its heart!
"Knock~" A dry and dry sound suddenly came out of its throat.
Next moment.
"No!"
A huge fear suddenly filled Azog's heart. How could it be overshadowed? He was simply killed? And Thorin was still alive?
Obviously he can kill him!
No, he couldn't stand it, he absolutely couldn't accept such a result.
Enduring the severe pain, Azog opened his eyes again, the eyes covered with sand had already been soaked in blood red at this moment, and he could only see a vague black shadow 16 swaying in front of him.
Hope, it still has hope!
"Ah! Die for me!"
Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest stagnation, staring at the shadow, Azog used the last bit of strength on his body, and then the cold spot of light at the tip of the blade fell with lightning speed.
"Boom!" Thorin, who had no time to be happy, was directly stabbed in the chest by Azog's desperate blow, and after a dull loud noise, his body flew out far away.
"Thorin!?" The dwarves were shocked.
As the last blow took away all his strength, Azog's huge figure finally collapsed.
Lying on the grey stone, it listened to the last desperate cry of the dwarves, but a smile slowly crept up on its weak face.
It didn't fail, he finally, finally succeeded, avenged.
Thoughts flashed, Azog's world slowly fell into darkness.
The Destroyer faded from history, ended on the stage, and above Middle-earth, there is one less person who is frightening.
Carl looked at this scene, but couldn't help but sigh, the weak are always so powerless..
The dwarves rushed to the side of Thorin, who had been Zhafei.
"Thorin!"
"Thorin!"
They looked at Thorin, who was lying motionless on the ground, and quickly shouted loudly.
Was their great king, ready to lead them back to the prosperous and powerful king of the dwarves, to be slain in this way in such a haunted place?
What is this?
Obviously the glory is in front of you, why should you die?
Carl looked at the crying dwarf, but felt helpless for a while, then slowly walked towards the crowd.
The dwarves noticed the approach of the black dragon.
"What are you trying to do!" They suddenly stood in front of Carl, looking like they were going to die, as if if Carl was going to do something blasphemous with Thorin, they were going to charge at him with iron spears in their hands.
"Stupid dwarf, I'm going to save your king, why don't you get out of the way?" Carl opened his mouth.
"Save people?" The dwarves wondered, how could this black dragon be so kind?
Bilbo reacted and hurriedly told the dwarves to get out of the way. He knew that the pride of the dragon family made them disdain to lie, and such a powerful black dragon would definitely not deceive them.
Moreover, if the Black Dragon really wanted to do something, they would not be able to resist it at all.
The dwarves obeyed Bilbo and slowly moved out of the way.
They saw the black dragon crawling slowly in front of their king Thorin, and then raised their heads when they saw it muttering a few words.
"Scare!" A mouthful of spit fell directly on Thorin.
The anger at the scene fell into silence for a while.
This black dragon? What did it do? Spit? Is it blaspheming their king?
Their hearts were filled with anger, and they were about to scold, but saw Thorin, who had been spat by Carl, suddenly woke up from the ground and sat up.
"What!?" The dwarves were stunned again.
Could it be that the black dragon's spittle has the effect of bringing back the dead?
Carl pouted, but didn't bother to explain to these dwarves who looked like hillbillies.
Azog's blade is so sharp, Thorin ate such a powerful sword, but he was not pierced, what does it mean? It must be wearing protection!
So seeing Thorin just fly upside down, with no damage on the surface, just lying on the ground motionless, but at a glance he found that he was just unconscious.
These dwarves are just worried and messed up, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to find out.
Thorin was indeed wearing protection, which was the soft armor of Mithril—made by the people of Númenor.
Thorin listened to the explanations of the dwarves around him, and finally the black dragon in front of him helped him, although the spittle on his body made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He was about to thank the black dragon, but suddenly he saw the black dragon slowly turning around, then twisting his big tail, and slowly walking towards the gate of the city under the mountain.
The dwarves looked at it in astonishment, and then reacted again, this black dragon went to the city under the mountain, what did it want to do?
Suddenly a thought arose in their hearts, the joy of Thorin waking up was overwhelmed by worry again, wouldn't this evil dragon intend to fulfill his promise?
"Hey, that, the great black dragon, didn't you promise not to occupy the city under the mountain?"
Bilbo, however, was the first to react, hurried up, followed Carl's footsteps and shouted loudly.
"Of course, I always do what I say. Carl" nodded.
"But, why did you 060 go inside." Listening to Heilong's assurance and watching its non-stop footsteps, Bilbo felt no peace of mind at the moment.
He remembered it again at this moment. The black dragon in front of him seemed to be a little different from Smaug. It seemed to be shameless and indifferent.
So, will the so-called oath promise also be ignored?
The more he thought about it, the more likely Bilbo felt.
Thorin and Dain hurried in with the dwarves, they all looked at the black dragon eagerly and followed behind.
Carl cast a glance at them and said loudly: "I'll come in and get something and leave, look at your appearance, I'm not a thief, what are you doing with me!"
"Hahaha, great black dragon, of course we know that you are not a thief, we are just going to show you the underground city."
"Besides, what do you want to take? We may be able to help you find it together." Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills, said with a smile.
"No help, just ahead!"
Hearing this, everyone looked up and looked forward, but found that the direction was the storage hall.
Several Turin dwarves and Bilbo face each other.
Storage hall? Where can I find anything?
What else can be found there except gold and precious stones?
They couldn't help but start to worry and tried to persuade the black dragon to leave, but obviously, Carl ignored them.