Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1051 1033. Oak
Orcs, pronounced 'Ok'.

So generally in Lan En's [Memory Diving], the Space Marines of the Star Empire will call this kind of human enemy Orcs.

Are there Orks in this place? !
Because he had encountered this kind of enemy many times in his memory dive, Lan En automatically entered a tense and focused fighting state as soon as he heard this word.

Until Gandalf walked past him and poked the warg's chin that couldn't close with the tail of his staff.

"Yes, Orc. Dirty, evil life."

Orc, not Orc.
Lan En's tight concentration relaxed slightly, and the pronunciation just sounded similar.

Moreover, those Orcs in their memory prefer to use a creature called "Skugo" as their animal power, and there is no such thing as a warg.

"It's the Warg Striker!"

The leader of the dwarves is Thorin Oakenshield, a very elegant and tall dwarf. He seems to know the wargs and orcs very well.

After taking a look at the corpse of the warg that Lan En dragged over and executed from a distance, he recognized the identity of this thing.

"Alert! The presence of wargs in the vanguard means that the orc troops are not far away from us!"

He yelled, calling his kin to be alert.

Radagast followed Gandalf, and it was obvious that between the two of them, Gandalf usually took the lead and made decisions.

The wizard in gray robes rushed to Thorin Oakenshield aggressively.

He looked down at the imposing dwarf.

"You leaked the news about our whereabouts! Who else did you tell about our plan besides the clan members!?"

Gandalf's tone was almost questioning.

But Thorin looked at the other party without any guilt or concession.

"I haven't told anyone!"

"Who on earth did you tell that?!"

"I didn't tell anyone, I swear! If I lie, all my beard will fall off!"

The voices of the two people were louder than the other.

This behavior not only uses the tone of voice to strengthen one's credibility, but also releases the slightly nervous mood at this time.

As a wizard and wise man, Gandalf calmed down before Thorin.

His tone calmed down: "We were ambushed by orcs! We have to rush out!"

The matter has come to this, instead of continuing to argue, it is better to face the reality and take action.

The dwarves all said they had no objection.

But outside the crowd, Lan En looked at the pointed-hat wizard who stood out among the crowd with some surprise.

His keen emotional perception made him feel that Gandalf seemed a little guilty at this time?

"Orcs? Ambush?!"

Bilbo, the only hobbit in the crowd, stammered. Apparently he had just survived the trolls and encountered the orc army. This was a big surprise for him, a hobbit who had lived peacefully in the Shire for the first half of his life. can not imagine.

"Charging out? Are you kidding me, Gandalf! Our horses were driven away by the trolls and they haven't gathered them back yet! How can we rush out?!"

"And did you see it just now? This thing can jump more than ten meters! Even if our ponies come back, we can't outrun them at all, we can't outrun them at all!"

Because of the fear deep in his heart, this even made the gentle hobbit's tone sound a bit fierce at this time.

And just when everyone felt helpless about the current situation, Radagast stood up and spoke.

"I draw the enemy away."

At this time, he handed over the dagger from the Netherworld, and suddenly felt a lightness in his heart.

His task had been transferred to Gandalf, and the pressure on himself was much less.

Gandalf waved his hand.

"This is the Gundaba warg! Swift as the wind, fierce and tough!"

"I'm still the Crazy Rabbit of Rosgarborg! Who's afraid of whom?"

Gandalf looked at Radagast and then around the circle of dwarves.

"I'm with Radagast."

Lan En, who was standing outside the crowd, raised his hand and said.

So everyone except Radagast looked at him.

"Don't look at me, Gandalf. When you looked around just now, you paused on me for an extra moment. Aren't you just waiting for me to say this?"

Lan En had a narrow smile on his face, and Gandalf took a puff of his pipe sheepishly to hide his embarrassment.

But the old man was also thick-skinned, and even after taking a puff of cigarette, a grateful and self-evident smile appeared on his face.

And holding on to the brim of his pointed hat, he bowed slightly toward Lan En.
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The Mirk Forest is a long forest that runs from north to south, and the Misty Mountains to the west are also long mountains that run from north to south.

Further west, the terrain is composed of hills and wilderness.

The crustal changes in the Misty Mountains spread far and wide.

Therefore, the hills are undulating, and large rocks will suddenly appear on the flat ground.

There are scattered groves growing on the hills, and more parts are meadows.

Typical mountainous and hilly landform. In addition to being magnificent, it is also extremely beautiful.

This is the first time since Lan En came to this world to appreciate the scenery of this world without being in a special environment.

This puts him in a good mood. It would be even better if those disgusting things behind him disappeared!

"Woo~"

Howls that were more unpleasant and louder than ordinary wolf howls continued to sound behind Lan En and Radagast.

There were a large number of wargs, and in addition, the cavalry sitting on the backs of the wargs were also shouting wildly and restlessly. "Wow!"

"Go after them! Kill them all! Kill them all!!"

Orcs.

These "filthy and evil races" in Gandalf's words appeared in Lan En's eyes.

It's hard to describe what they look like because they range from ugly to ugly.

Most of them have corpse-like blue-gray skin, and humanoid limbs and head structures.

But in addition to these general characteristics, each of their individuals has varying degrees of distortion and growth.

Some have irregular sarcomas on their faces, covering their eyes and crooking their noses. Some have completely wrong number of finger bones, and the knife has to be tied to the forearm with a leather cord, otherwise it will be impossible to hold it.

Others have arched spines and twisted bodies. It’s unclear how the spines that should be curved are twisted in his body.

There is a strange feeling all over their bodies. These distortions are not caused by acquired injuries, but are just the way they are naturally.

Lan En just glanced at them and understood that Gandalf's description was not mixed with prejudice.

Lan En has seen many things and many people.

He had seen an old lady in red in Yanan who had almost lost her human form, but the old lady still wanted to help others.

He had also seen fanatical believers who were like gods in ancient Greece. Those fanatics liked to splice animal limbs on living people.

Appearance does not affect Lan En's judgment of a person's quality.

This is how he summarized his experience before.

But in this world, in this special world, appearance seems to be a way to distinguish evil from good.

The twisted and proliferated bodies of those Orcs should have made their ordinary lives painful and inconvenient.

But in this situation where the body functions were distorted, what Lan En saw in their eyes was not the emotion of 'desire to survive'.

Hatred, bloodlust, jealousy of other races, and the desire to spread one's pain
The thoughts beneath their bodies are simple and chilling.

"Come after me! Idiots!"

Radagast shouted, calling to the leading rabbit.

His rabbit sled turned left and right among the raised rocks on the meadow. The flexible steering ability of the big rabbits made the fast wargs frequently unable to brake, causing the car to turn and stall.

A large group of warg cavalry ran towards the distance, led by Radagast.

Lan En sat on Qilin's back, holding the pale mane in his hand.

He looked vaguely in another direction, only to see a tall figure wearing a pointed hat on the small slope between the hills, leading a group of short figures quietly forward.

Lan En clicked his tongue.

The path Gandalf was leading was not right.

If they wanted to hide their tracks, they shouldn't move over unobstructed terrain with only the occasional jutting out of large rocks.

And this direction coincides with Radagast, isn't this getting closer to the Warg Cavalry?

"Whoosh!"

A vague sound breaking through the air came towards Lan En.

Then there was the chaotic sound of the huge warg's claws trampling on the grass.

The demon hunter didn't look back, he just grabbed his chest in mid-air with his palm.

The fierce and sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly stopped.

There was only a short sound, the sound of the wooden arrow shaft rubbing against the palm of the leather glove.

Flip your wrist like you're throwing darts at a tavern.

Several tons of power were concentrated on the arrow, and it returned the same way.

Before he had time to put down his bow, the warg-riding archer felt as if he had been punched out of thin air, and his whole body flew upside down and was loaded onto the wolf's back.

Qilin carried Lan En and Flannel Ball and was now standing on the top of a large raised rock.

Gu Long's ruby-like eyes stared calmly at the bloody wolf that was unafraid of death and pounced on the rock.

"Huchi~"

It breathed out gently, and then tapped the ground gracefully with its hooves.

The figure jumped downwards lightly and nimbly.

It was exactly parallel to the warg that was rushing towards him in mid-air.

The fierce warg wanted to open his mouth and bite to the side, but
"Oh!"

"Ow~"

A strong big hand suddenly stretched out and grasped the chin of the evil beast when Qilin passed by the warg in mid-air!
The warg felt that even if he was caught in iron pliers, it would be nothing more than that!
Not finished yet.

Qilin plus Lan En's downward momentum was obviously much stronger than the upward force of the warg.

In mid-air, the warg that was originally charging upwards was forced down halfway!

"Crack" was the sound of bones cracking.

Lan En, who was holding the warg's chin with one hand, placed his hand on the big rock next to him smoothly after landing.

A splatter of blood sprayed from the warg's head.

The huge and ferocious corpse twitched and pulled on the ground, its claws still sharp and powerful, even the grass roots and soil were exposed in the meadow.

But it is indeed dead.

(End of this chapter)