There was nothing to say all night. The next day, everyone woke up from their dreams and set off again, continued to follow the road, passed by Fengyunding, and then headed east.

The scenery gradually turned from lush forests to bushes, and finally into grasslands. At the end of the view, you can see the winding Cangquan River. From a distance, it looks like a white silk, coming from the north along the mountain, and then turning to the west in the south.

"After crossing the Cangquan River and passing the forest ahead, we are approaching the Mist Mountains. Move faster. The orc voices I heard last night were too dense. I felt a little bad premonition." Thorin Oak Shield urged and moved forward.

But when they approached the last bridge, they encountered a small group of orcs unexpectedly. This shouldn't have happened. No one expected that an orc army would lurk in the pit on the roadside. No, it was actually not lurking. It was obvious that they were not prepared, so they could only say that they were life.

Everyone met, and both sides were stunned for a moment. The orcs immediately howled, and then two orc wolves knights rushed out of the cave and fled north.

"Felli, Qili!" Thorin shouted.

On the other side, Fili and Qili had already been ready. They shot the escaped orc knight with an arrow, but only one of the two wolfs was left.

Looking back, Ronan and the others here had already formed a squad with the remaining orc army.

The dwarves didn't even have a chance to dismount, so they collided with the orc's infantry head-on. But the problem was that their ponies were not war horses, and at most they could only be used to rush on the road. The orcs' sudden attacks achieved results that they could not imagine. Several dwarves were thrown off their horses on the spot.

"Ah!" Solin was furious, picked up the big sword and jumped off the horse's back, and then rescued the unlucky guys, so the dwarves quickly regained their formation.

The archers finally took care of the informed wolf cavalry and turned around to deal with these miscellaneous soldiers.

Ronan also killed crazy, with a pair of iron fists and a child punching each other. Even the dwarf was a little stunned.

The main reason is that the visual effect is too shocking. Ronan's hand slashes his fist and can break the neck of an orc with one punch, or break up all their chests and simple armor and sternum, allowing the unlucky guy to lie on the ground and hum and wait for death.

But the problem is that it is so disgusting. Ronan dares not think about his appearance now. But judging from the sticky and smooth touch that comes from his clothes, it must be very bad. If it weren't for the battle, Ronan might have vomited it out directly.

Speaking of this, we may have to teach you what the orcs in the Lord of the Rings’ worldview look like. They are completely different from the humanoid creatures with green fangs in other fantasy works.

In the history of Middle-earth, the orcs were actually the creation of the first great demon king Mogoth, the legendary rebellious Milkor.

In fact, in Tolkien's early settings, orcs originated from elves, but in later modifications, they wanted to be changed to humans, but there were many bugs, so the problem of Tuo Lao's death became a mystery. The setting we adopted here is that orcs directly originated from Milkor.

After all, the god of Vira's atmospheric Manwei can have a giant eagle clan; the god of matter, Ari, creates dwarves; the god of plant, Yanfana, creates tree shepherds; there is no reason Milkor cannot create orcs.

Then the origin story about the orcs became like this:

After Milkor came to the Alda World from the void, he fought many wars with many Vera. These wars caused the earth to collapse and the rivers to change directions. In the end, Vera and others gave up Middle-earth and established the Oman holy land in the west of the world. Milkor from then on proclaimed himself the king of the world.

After that, many stories happened, until Milkor realized something that Vera had their own mortal servants in his hands, so he needed them, so he created his own mortal race, orcs in the dark.

In order to allow these orcs to fight against the elves, he deliberately increased the reproduction speed of orcs to a limit and made them contaminated with darkness.

At the same time, because of Milkor's poor craftsmanship, most of the early forms of these orcs were short, thin, irritable, and irritable, and afraid of the sun. The orcs who live in the Mist Mountains are the legacy of these orcs.

Later, with the development and continuous improvement of the war, the orcs also had stronger and taller individuals. They occupied the north of Middle-earth and formed several orc kingdoms. The pale orc who occupied Moria was the branch of this orc.

No matter which orc they are, they have a distinctive characteristic, that is, there are huge differences between their individuals. It may be because they were born in the darkness and then they adhere to a spirit that no one sees me, and then they really grow up casually.

They are like fish in the deep sea. The more weird they look, the more weird they look. It is impossible to tell between individuals that they are the same species. What’s even more uncomfortable is that these small and unique individuals have tumors, and there are suspicious pus leaking everywhere on their bodies, making people know that they are a prototype for optimizing garbage at a glance.

That's really disgusting, he's fucking opens the door to disgusting, it's so disgusting.

Finally, Thorin couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he drew a sword and threw it to Ronan. This thing was a big sword for the dwarf, and it was a short sword for Ronan. It was too generous and Ronan used it very unimportantly.

However, the results of the battle were still very impressive. Five orcs were split by Ronan and his men and equipment. The dwarf's sword eye he had just obtained turned into a serrated blade.

The remaining orcs saw it, "All right, there's no need to struggle, it's better to die as soon as possible. If Ronan calls him, it's really ugly to die, so the battle ends quickly.

After the war, Balin and Duvalin stood together and watched Ronan, who had the most efforts, was amazed. He had no rules when fighting, but it was just such a barbarian who scared the orcs out of their courage. It was strange!

"Solin, the sword has returned to you, it's a bit curled, but I've repaired it." Ronan went to find Solin with his dirty blood and flesh.

The dwarf king was shocked and quickly said, "Master Ronan, I will give you this sword. You should hurry up and wash it up first. This look is too shocking."

Luo Nan felt that was the same, so he quickly returned to the small world to rinse it. It took five minutes, then reappeared, and then vomited with the stone.

This is a profound lesson. Ronan feels that he should use less fists and more swords in the future. For nothing else, he just wants to save trouble and rest assured. Moreover, he is not very handsome to use fists to solve problems, so he should use a knife.

Ronan weighed the dwarf's big sword, which was not very suitable for his size. The sword was a good sword, but this style was not good. It had to be changed to the...uh, the human sword.

At this time, he thought of the sword brother collected in his small world. The sword had a good appearance and did it as soon as possible. Alchemy easily completed the work.

So the dwarves were shocked again, God, Master Ronan can pinch iron blocks like mud!

So Ronan's new application was developed.

"Master Ronan, something went wrong with my hammer head. I would like to ask you to help me change it."

"Master Ronan, there is a blazing blade on my sword. Help me."

"Master Ronan, I can't find a few of my arrows. Please help me pinch them out."

Ronan: "..." Damn, you're so kind!

"System, is this a cheating situation?"

System: "...I really haven't thought about this, but... it shouldn't affect it. By the way, don't fire guns to them!"

"I'm not stupid!"

"Electromagnetic guns are not good either!"

Ronan: “…”

"Okay, go find the horses soon. We can't stay in this place for a long time. We can quickly cross the last bridge and we will spend the night in the forest ahead tonight."

Thorin couldn't stand this tedious approach. A wolf ran out just now. If the orcs came back to check it out, something would definitely happen.

"Action should be fast! Action should be fast!"

With Thorin's urging, the group of sixteen people quickly crossed the last bridge, then walked eastward, and when approaching the Buju Neng Ferry, they suddenly turned north and entered the forest, and found an abandoned farmhouse to camp.

Ronan said that it was still here, and Solin was still too stubborn and too stubborn. Even if the truth he recognized was wrong, it might be a kind of leader temperament. But Ronan didn't think it was right, because the responsibilities he shouldered could not tolerate him being willful.

This is just like when Ronan once created a country in the world of alchemists. At that time, he had endless things to do every day, wanting to study alchemy. Sorry, there was no time, wanting to take a vacation, no time. When sitting in that position, you can't even have your own preferences, because at that time, the preferences of the country and the people were your preferences.

So Ronan never thought about what national leadership to be. That was really not a job for people. Although Ronan did a good job, he was really too tired.

Although I probably knew what happened tonight, Ronan did not go over and forcefully persuade Solin. It would be good to teach him a lesson. People just need to suffer some losses to accelerate their growth.

But Gandalf couldn't bear it. He was racing against time to prepare for this matter. How could he let Thorin mess up the rhythm, not to mention that his colleagues were still waiting for him ahead.

So he went over and persuaded: "Sorin, it's still early now, we can go on and go through the Buju Neng Ferry, and then rest in Rivendale, where there is food, reliable security, and warm and dry houses, you can have a good rest."

Thorin didn't think so, he stared at Gandalf and retorted: "Impossible, since Eribo's incident, I have sweared that I will never ask for any help from the elves again!"

"Thorin, you can't help but be so willful about this matter. Listen to me, we must arrive at Rivendell before dark."

"Gandalff, as far as I know, I am the leader of this adventure."

Gandalf stared at the stubborn donkey in a daze, and ran out without any anger. This scared Bilbo and quickly asked Gandalf what he was going to do.

"I'm going to stay with the calmest people within a radius of ten miles. I'm really fed up with these stubborn dwarves!"

"Who is that?"

"That person is myself!"

"Puff!" Ronan laughed directly, "I didn't expect that Gandalf, you can be so angry that you can't manage your emotions after living for so long."

Gandalf turned around and said, "It would be awful if I hadn't been angry!"

"It always takes time for human growth, Gandalf, you can't expect Thorin to know everything at the beginning, just like me, I won't fight in close combat."

"Maybe you're right, but I'm going to leave!"
Chapter completed!