Just as everyone was about to leave, they met Ladagast, the blue-robed wizard among the five wizards, and said a lot of nonsense with Gandalf that seemed to have had a big deal in Dorgodo and the dark forest, and then handed Gandalf a key prop to prove that something big was happening - the Mushroom Sword.

The so-called mushroom sword is just a homonym. The official name should be called the Demon Cave Sword, which refers to a sword that is contaminated with black magic. Whether it is the casting method or the user, there are only villains on the dark side. And their most famous user is naturally the famous Jiuwai and Ring Spirit.

So Gandalf attaches great importance to this, but in Ronan's opinion, the sword is just that. It has poor craftsmanship and poor design, and it will be quite laborious to pick it up and slash. To be honest, if it weren't for the black magic and the poison of the demon cave, the sword was actually a bit of sharp scrap iron.

But the orcs have always been like this. Even the equipment of the powerful orc army led by the later industrial pioneer Saruman was just like that. It was useless to waste the great god Aoli worked hard to stuff so many good ore into the middle ground.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden change occurred, and the screams of wolves came from around him. As expected, it was still too late to leave.

The wolf is the scout of the orcs. They have strong endurance and a sharp sense of smell. They are the best mounts and helpers of orcs. Ronan and others accidentally let one run away when they were fighting fiercely near the Last Bridge. Now it seems that it is not an accident to be tracked.

"Run! Rise your horse and run towards the east!" Gandalf took the lead and rode a tall horse.

Then he turned his head and asked the blue robe wizard: "Is there no problem with you like this?"

Ladagast smiled disdainfully: "I am Resgobert's hare!"

"Okay, just follow up quickly! Run, run!"

Ronan also stepped on the horse and ran away, not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want the dwarves to suffer any losses. The orcs were attacked by a large force this time. Ronan and these Maiya can certainly protect their own conscience, but how could they protect the lives of the fourteen mortals in the chaos? Unless they use their abilities to cheat.

But Gandalf had talked to Ronan before and had a brief discussion. In theory, how much power they could use was determined entirely based on the strength of the enemy. Mortal matters had to be left to mortals to solve. Only when the Demon Lord Sauron took it himself, they could use all their power. Of course, they could not defeat them at that time.

It is so real and so ruthless, but this is the will of Vera. The development of the creatures in Middle-earth is entirely dominated by their own strength. The Maiyas have only the responsibilities of advice and guidance, but cannot make decisions.

It’s nonsense to talk so much. Ronan and his team’s top priority is to break through quickly, otherwise if they are trapped in the encirclement by orcs, the expedition will really fail.

"Everyone, ride your horse, we must hurry!" Thorin ordered these dwarves to no longer dare to procrastinate, and rushed up to his ponies and rushed eastward to run wildly.

But the problem is that their horses are not the kind of war horses, and their charge speed is not fast. How can they pass through the wolf? What's more, there is a Xiangshui River standing in front of everyone, and this time it's really a desperate situation.

Ronan is also full of questions. There is no such thing in the movie. Why is there such a big river before arriving at Rivendell?

But then I thought about it, the movie has not been filmed yet. There must be a difference between reality and movies. Now it seems that reality is a little worse.

"Is there no way to cross this river?" Solin asked.

Gandalf prompted in time: "There is no way, but we can bypass this river northward."

“Not far away?”

“It’s about half a day.”

Thorin pointed to the north and shouted: "Go!"

The group rushed north along the river bank, and a few giant wolves were following not far behind. They howled and chased. Soon after the giant wolves left, the orc troops followed one after another.

The elves on the ferry crossing across the river were stunned. They were still applying for the rescue of these dwarves, but the dwarves ran away and there were still a group of orcs following behind them.

"Woo!" The warning horn spread along Oriental Avenue to Rivendale.

"Run!" Solin led a group of people along the river bank to the northeast.

However, the more you move forward, the slower you will be. On the one hand, the horse's endurance itself is not good, and on the other hand, because it is approaching the foggy mountains, the terrain gradually becomes rugged and complicated, and I can't run anymore.

The orcs' advantages are gradually getting bigger, the howling of wolves is becoming more and more obvious, and the ponies are becoming more and more uneasy.

"Ao~Ao!"

"Ao~Ao!"

Finally, the orcs blocked them before they ran into the misty mountains.

"Fili, Qili, shoot freely, the rest of the people are ready to face the enemy!" Thorin ordered.

This time I was really powerless to turn the world around. Not to mention that all the dwarf heroes present are dwarf heroes, the hero units are also afraid of human-sea tactics. Although they died here, they were considered dead to be the only one, but the Turin Dwarf lineage was really cut off.

"Gandalff, do you have any solutions?"

"What can I do? I'm just an unpopular old wizard."

Ladagast stood up at this time, "I'll lead them away, you can let the horses run and walk secretly."

"Can you do it?"

"In terms of speed, no species on the Middle Land can match my rabbits!"

"good!"

"Everyone dismounted!" Thorin got off the horse from the pony and patted the pony's butt, "Go to Jasmine, don't look back, stand!"

The others also said goodbye to their foals, and they knew that this fare was really permanent.

"There is not much time left, move quickly! Fili, Qili, Duvalin, here!" Thorin immediately hid in the cover of the huge rock.

The orcs who followed him followed Ladagast and a group of unowned ponies to the mountains. When they really caught the exhausted horses, they realized that this was just a plan of the dwarves.

"Ah! Chase! The dwarves are left behind by us! Go back to find them!" The orc leader was so angry that he really didn't know how their scouting job was done.

Ladagast and the pony successfully bought time for Thorin, Ronan and others, but there were four legs that were faster than walking on two legs, so everyone could only hide behind the tail of the orc team.

But orcs have another advantage, that is, the wolf has extremely excellent smell reconnaissance ability. When orcs know that they have been deceived and start looking back, the exposure of dwarves is inevitable.

Finally, Thorin Oak Shield was still in desperate situation. Although they had the Thirteen Dwarves, the best thieves in the world, and two Maiya-level combat powers, they were powerless when facing an army of mortals.

"Where is Gandalf?" Solin turned around and discovered such a shocking event, and then he saw that even Ronan was gone.

"I have never seen Gandalf again since the beginning, and Master Ronan, they have abandoned us!"

"I knew they were unreliable!" The young dwarves were filled with righteous indignation, and the older dwarves sighed.

No one blames others for this. They are their own decision-making mistakes. From the beginning, they should not deliberately avoid elves. If they were leading an army of dwarfs, they would naturally be able to avoid anyone, but they only have such a few people and want to fight against the army of orcs, which is simply a delusion.

Behind the fourteen people, Ronan and Gandalf hid in a tunnel under a huge rock, waiting for the dwarves to arrive at the opportunity.

Ronan looked at Gandalf and felt that the old man was so nauseous.

"Are you deliberately setting up a trap for these short guys? I always feel like you are deliberately guiding you."

Gandalf curled his lips and replied: "Well, it's not actually worth it. Since Thorin rejected my proposal, he has not had many choices. He either needs to make up for the dead and return to the old path of seeking help from the elves, or dies in a life-threatening way, becoming a corpse in the misty mountain range. Oh, I also heard that he was offered a reward, just a head."

Ronan refused to comment. Finally, outside, the dwarves and Bilbo were surrounded by orcs, with no way out, and even their archer's quiver had no arrows to shoot out.

Gandalf hurriedly sorted out his expression and stood out from the tunnel with a sad face, shouting: "Come here, you little fools!"

Ronan: "Damn you have good acting skills, you are so bad."

Of course, Ronan couldn't reveal himself. He stood beside Gandalf and whispered: "There is an authentic here. If you don't want to die, you'll come down for me! Ha!"

While speaking, Ronan threw out a stone the size of a fist, and an orc rushing over was smashed to his head on the spot.

But this did not scare the orcs. They were numerous and powerful, and were not afraid of such casualties. However, if the dwarves ran away, it would take a lot of effort to catch up with them.

Thorin's mind is now full of their people who cannot die, and he doesn't consider whether this is a coincidence. He quickly ordered the dwarves to retreat. At this moment, there was a dense sound of horse hooves coming from behind. Suddenly, the orcs' team was in chaos, and there was no need to care about Thorin and others.

"Let's go!" The dwarfs got into the tunnel.

Ronan and Gandalf followed at the end, and Ronan asked him, "Don't you want to say hello to the elves?"

Gandalf smiled and said, "There will be opportunities later."

Then an orc who was shot into an arrow fell into the tunnel. Judging by the arrow's craftsmanship, even the dwarf now knows that there are elves outside.

Because I really didn't want the elves to see how embarrassed they were, even though it was already safe outside, Solin didn't want to go out and show his shame. He could only walk south along the tunnel and walked to the exit of the tunnel, and then he was stunned.

Then he looked back at Gandalf and asked, "Rivendale?"

"Well, the Imratre Valley, the last elves in the West, also called Rivendell."

"Why!" Thorin felt deeply betrayed. He was so unwilling to turn to the elves, but reality still pushed him step by step into this self-deprecating fire pit.

"Thorin, you must know that it is very necessary for us to get the help of the elves, especially the Lord of Rivendell, Elrond, who can only help us unravel the secrets on the map of the Lone Mountain."

Thorin stopped talking, this game was considered a move for Gandalf to win.

Bilbo, a country bumpkin, stared at the beautiful valley with wide eyes and wide mouth. He thought that he would never regret forgetting this scene in his life. It was so beautiful.

"Drip-Click!"

Everyone heard a strange sound, turned around and saw that it was Ronan holding a strange thing at Rivendell, and the sound was made by this thing.

Ronan: "Uh...I'm here, taking pictures, just...drawing."

...Not to mention dwarfs or Bilbo, Gandalf has never seen such a weird thing.

Sizzling, there was another strange movement, and then a piece of paper popped up under the weird thing.

Ronan pulled it out and handed it to everyone to watch. Wow, it was really a painting, and it was so real.

"What's this?"

"This machine? It's called Polaroid, which can record the scenery immediately and draw it."

"Wow... I bet, even my god Aoli doesn't have such a treasure."

"Idiot, can I use this too?"

Gandalf also sighed: "It's really a very exquisite machine, very very exquisite."

Bilbo asked embarrassedly: "Can I keep a painting like this?"

The dwarves also said, "I'm the same!"

Ronan: "Everything, all."

Thorin: "..." Why is this building crooked so quickly? We were just discussing the deep hatred with the elves!
Chapter completed!