Seeing such a scene, Prince Legolas and Thorin were all stunned.

Even if they were brave warriors, their hearts trembled slightly when faced with such a situation.

When they dealt with the two berserkers just now, they were already in a state of exhaustion, and they finally killed the two berserkers.

And now, in front of them stood more than 20 fierce-eyed berserkers.

This is an almost unsolvable situation.

Standing on the opposite side of the ice lake, Azog laughed coldly: "Hahaha, let's see who is coming?" What a surprise! Unexpectedly, there would be prey sent to the door! Great! As long as I kill the two of you, I won't lose this battle! ”

On the frontal battlefield in the Lonely Mountain Valley, the orc army was already defeated, and there was no hope of counterattacking at all, that is, the war was almost over, and Azog had already lost the war.

However, if he can kill Thorin, the king of the lonely mountain, and Legolas, the prince of the wood elves, then Azog will not return empty-handed, at least, it can shift the blame for this war on Bolger's shoulders.

Seeing that the situation on the field was very bad, Thorin said to Prince Legolas beside him: "You are still young, leave it to me here, you can go quickly." ”

Prince Legolas frowned and looked at Thorin, "Please, you told me to be young?" As far as I know, you're only in your 50s, and I'm almost 1,000 years old. ”

Thorin was slightly embarrassed.

Indeed, in terms of biological age, he is really much less than Prince Legolas, he is just very old.

However, from another point of view, Legolas is definitely very young among the Wood Elves, and Legolas is the only prince of the Wood Elves, if Legolas dies in battle, it will be a huge loss for the entire Wood Elf clan.

And Thorin is different.

He is the king of the lonely mountain, and in the face of the invading Asog, this is the fate he should bear.

"Anyway, we can't all die here!" Thorin gritted his teeth and said, "You go quickly, this is an order!" ”

Prince Legolas grabbed the elven knife in his hand and said loudly: "It's a pity, the dwarf king has no right to order the elven prince, I think, there is no need for the two of us to quarrel, since this is already the case in front, then the two of us will join forces and see if we can fight a bloody way!" ”

Before Thorin could refuse, he saw Dvalin rush up with a group of lonely mountain dwarves.

Thorin suddenly felt a burst of excitement in his heart, there was nothing happier than seeing his own people.

However, his joy only lasted for a short time, and the faces of each dwarf showed grief.

Thorin's heart sank.

"What's going on?" Thorin looked around, "What about Bahrain?" What about Chili? What about Fili? ”

Dwarin choked up and said, "Bahrain he's fine, but Chili and Fili ......"

Dwalin didn't know what to do to tell Thorin the bad news, but Sorin had already seen the hint in Dwalin's mood.

Thorin grabbed Dvarin by the shoulder, his eyes widened and asked, "What's wrong with them, tell me quickly, what's wrong with them!" ”

Dwalin crumbled and cried, and the other Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain followed suit.

Thorin's heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

He had no sons, and Chili and Fili were his successors.

Now, his two successors have died on the battlefield, and the bloodline of Gushan has been cut off!

Thorin clenched the hilt of his sword in anger and glared fiercely at Azog in the distance.

All of this is caused by Azog!

This revenge must be avenged!

Thorin immediately raised the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Lonely Mountain Dwarves, rush with me and kill them all!" Avenge our loved ones! ”

"Kill them all!" Devalin and the others all raised their weapons, tears in their eyes, but their hearts were full of strength.

Azog said triumphantly: "What a bunch of self-defeating guys! Berserkers! Sortie! Bloodwash them! Don't leave any alive! ”

"Yes!" The berserkers rushed towards Thorin with hideous faces.

The two sides immediately scuffled.

The combat effectiveness of the Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain is obviously weaker than that of the Berserkers, but they are full of courage and all of them are desperate postures, and the Berserkers can't even get any benefits.

After a blast, the Berserker was slashed to the death, and only Ori was slightly injured on Thorin's side.

Immediately afterwards, the impact of the second round began, and the berserkers took advantage of their physical strength and strength to fight back.

Thorin and they gradually became a little overwhelmed.

After all, they are not superior in numbers, and their physical strength and strength are much weaker than those of Berserkers.

Although Prince Legolas has been helping, it has been of little use.

However, Thorin became more and more courageous, taking on 4 berserkers by himself and killing one of them.

Under Thorin's heroic leadership, the Lone Mountain Dwarves gradually regained the feeling of battle, and after a confrontation, 5 more berserkers died.

Standing on a high place, Azog watched all this coldly, and when Thorin was besieged, he had been secretly waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, Thorin was knocked back a few steps by one of the berserkers, and his body almost lost his balance, just as Azog suddenly leapt from a great height, and the bladed hand slashed at Thorin's neck at great speed.

"Thorin be careful!"

Dwarin has been protecting Thorin all his surroundings and has been secretly observing Azog's movements, and when Azog jumps in the air, Dvalin immediately rushes towards Thorin and knocks Thorin away!

Thorin was knocked onto the frozen lake, and Azog's bladed hand pierced Dwalin's chest.

Blood dripped down the blade and landed on the surface of the cold icy lake, splashing with hot gas.

"Dwalin!" Thorin exclaimed.

Azog brutally pulled his bladed hand out of Dwalin's chest, and with a flick of his hand, sliced off Dwarin's head.

"No!" Thorin exclaimed.

There's nothing more sad about you watching your teammates get killed and you can't do anything about it.

Thorin angrily rushed up from the icy lake, desperately slamming into Azog.

But Azog was faster than him, and his bladed hands slashed at Thorin!

Thorin hurriedly parried and parried with the long sword in his hand, the sharp hand slashed at the long sword, and the powerful impact was transmitted to Thorin's arms, waist, and knees, Thorin was suddenly difficult to support, and the solid ice lake under his feet was squeaking.

Azog faced him, a foul breath erupting from his foul mouth, "Thorin, do you feel the fear?" However, you should be content, because at the time of the Battle of the Blue Mountains, you should be dead! You should be like your Grandpa Dead and Daddy, killed by me! ”