"The Wandering Wizard!"

Anyang heard Solin calling him.

The river is about a hundred meters apart from the camp. He could see the camp as soon as he jumped out of the river, and also the wolf knight rushing down from the mountain behind, and the huge pale figure standing on the edge of the cliff and looking downward.

Blasphemer, Asog!

The dwarves had all taken their weapons and stood beside the war horses, waiting for him.

Anyang quickly accelerated, ran to the camp, and a horse turned over and ran towards the forest below.

The dwarves took a step ahead of him, running a little in front of him, and wandering around in the forest. Only Thorin dared to turn around and stared at the figure on the cliff, his eyes full of hatred.

"Qi Li!" Anyang shouted.

"Yes!" Qili immediately took one from the two battle bows beside him, slowed down the horse, and threw it to him.

Anyang held the quiver behind his back, tightened his belt, and almost ran with Qili, put on an arrow, pulled the bow and full moon, but he didn't even look at it, and turned around and shot an arrow.

"Shuh!...swho!"

An orc fell from a wolf.

At the same time, another sound of breaking through the air sounded from the side, and an arrow shot into the forehead of a wolf nearest.

The two looked at each other and continued to pour fire backwards.

But the road conditions in the forest are not good, and it is downhill again. It is easy for horses to slide through people. The wolf cavalry is so tight that if someone falls, the consequences will be unimaginable! In addition, horses are far less flexible than creatures like wolves, and surrounding prey in the forest is completely what wolves are best at. Everyone realizes that it will definitely not be good if this continues.

Until the largest Bangbo's horse slid and the horse overturned, he immediately rolled down from the mountain.

Seeing this, Thorin rushed over immediately, stopped beside Bangbo, and shouted: "Prepare for the fight!"

All the dwarves stopped and pulled out their weapons.

Anyang and Qili are still shooting arrows, but because of the complex environment of the forest, the target is moving at high speed. Even if each shot is aimed, it is difficult to ensure that the arrows will always deviate due to branches and leaves, and may even be blocked by thicker branches!

"So quickly!"

"So quickly!"

...

Arrows kept breaking through the air and passing through the forest, in exchange for the wailing sounds of wolves or orcs, and the sounds of a series of objects rolling down from the mountain.

Thorin, who was biting the sword with one hand and Devalin, who held the two axes, stood in the front, and the other dwarves lined up behind them, forming a human wall to block the enemy for the two archers behind so that they could play.

The orcs approached quickly, and there were a large number of them, and they circled around them at high speed, making waves of roars.

Anyang saw that the person in the lead was an extremely ugly orc. He had not seen Asog yet, so he aimed the arrow at the orc without mercy.

"So quickly!"

An arrow cut through the sky.

It shot very accurately, but there was no sound of piercing the flesh, but a sound of metal collision.

"bite!"

The arrow was blocked by a small shield tied to the orc's wrist. At the same time, he also saw Anyang, put down his hand, and let out a demonstrative roar.

"Today, no one can escape!" he said.

Anyang was also helpless because the initial speed of the arrow was so fast, which was determined by the bow and arrow, and had nothing to do with his archery skills. No matter how good his archery skills were, if the opponent could accurately see the trajectory of the arrow and block it, then there was nothing he could do unless he was willing to spend precious energy on the arrow to attach spells.

So he immediately shifted his target and continued to shoot at other orcs around him, and decided to clear the monsters first and then kill the boss.

The gathering of more and more wolf cavalrymen put great pressure on the dwarves. The war horses had already run away when they heard the howls of wolves. Now they can only fight with their backs!

Thorin held the weapon tightly, and Devalin's hand holding the two axes tightened and loosened, adjusting his steps.

Suddenly, many grinning wolves calmed down. A pale wolf carrying the orc of the same skin slowly walked up, revealing the majesty of the king, making the orcs and wolves around him dare not say anything.

"Asorg!" Solin whispered gritting his teeth.

Asog rode above the giant wolf, sniffed, looked down at Thorin, and said, "Do you smell it? The smell of fear, I remember your father exuding fear, the son of Thor, and the grandson of Thor."

"I will kill you!" Thorin stared at him.

"Ha, then, come and try it." Asog raised his warhammer high, waved it around, pointed at Thorin and shouted, "This person is mine, kill the others."

The wolf and the wolf cavalry rushed up in a swarm, roaring and grinning at the dwarves.

"Climb up the tree, the higher the better!" Anyang shouted to Baggins, then put down the bow and arrow, holding the branch in his left hand and the elf sword in his right hand, abandoning the position of the archer, but walking forward to fight side by side with the dwarves.

"Wandering Wizard, what are you doing here?" Fili asked in a low voice, then turned his head to look at Qili.

"Now... we can only escape by killing Asog, so I plan to do this in person!" Anyang finished speaking in a deep voice, but stood there without moving.

The wolf and the orcs had rushed forward, and the dwarves also rushed forward with their weapons, shouting the dwarves' language, colliding with the orcs, and then crossed them, bursting out with the light of bleeding and fire in an instant!

Among them, Thorin and Devalin performed the most bravely, and then Fili, who killed the wolves or the orcs behind the wolves they had contacted without any effort.

After the orc's charge was disbanded, the fighting wizard holding the wooden stick and the cross sword rushed forward and directly aimed at the orc's leader, the pale orc, the blasphemer, the giant orc, and Asog!

In the blink of an eye, he passed through several orcs and rushed to Asog.

"Human, dare to challenge me!" Asoge, as the most powerful warrior, was naturally not afraid. He pushed away a half-orc in front of him and walked towards Anyang.

Anyang examined the energy in his body, and it was still full, and then burst out at an extremely fast speed to rush towards Asog.

The two figures collided in an instant.

"when!"

The giant hammer in Asog's hand collided with Anyang's cross sword, and a bright spark burst out. That moment made Anyang feel like facing Orgrim's hammer of destruction in Azeroth, but at this time he was much weaker than when he entered Azeroth...

His arms were numb, and if it weren't for the force of the charge, he would never be able to tie with Asoge.

Moreover, Asoge's mount, the pale wolf, bit the staff of his left hand, and with a little force, he bit the branch into two pieces and fell to the ground, leaving countless wood chips between the teeth of the wolf.

"The Wandering Wizard!" Thorin called him from the side, as if he was worried about the end of his solemn blasphemer.

But Anyang only has one idea at this time

"Damn it, my staff!"

Anyang immediately roared, waved the cross sword again and collided with Asoge, but at this time, he stretched out his empty left hand, aimed his palm at Asoge, and shouted a spell.
Chapter completed!