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Chapter 254: Goblin Town Targeted (1000010000)

"Wake up! Wizard! Wake up!"

It was Bilbo's shouting that woke Ivy from her sleep.

"Your sword and Gandalf's sword are glowing!" Bilbo drew his short sword from his waist. "Even mine is glowing!"

"That means there are orcs nearby!" Gandalf jumped up from the ground. "Kili, Fili! Have you figured out where this cave leads to?"

"This cave is so small, it can't be any deeper!" Philip quickly defended himself.

"The rain outside the cave hasn't stopped yet!" Bofur, who was on night watch, also came in from the cave entrance, "I can't see anything outside!"

"Watch your step!" Thorin exclaimed. "The ground is cracking!"

Just as Thorin said, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the dry ground of the cave, and it was getting bigger and bigger. The dwarf standing nearby was about to get up and leave when he saw the whole ground flipped over in an instant. He only had time to let out a long scream before he fell down along with the luggage piled around him and the pony standing next to the luggage.

Even Ivy and Golden Horn were not spared.

However, the Ravenclaw crown on Ivy's head was replaced by him not long ago. It has the ability to release the feather fall spell, and as long as Ivy himself falls more than 5 feet, this ability will be automatically activated. And the Golden Horned West Wind Horseshoe is a magic item that uses the two-ring levitation spell, which is even better than the feather fall spell.

Therefore, the man and the horse did not fall directly down the pipe like the others, but slowly descended along the tunnel dug by the orcs. Even at the corner of the tunnel, Golden Horn was able to use the force to come to Ivy and let her sit on his back.

Ivy drew out the Beast Bite Sword, and the faint blue light illuminated the situation in the tunnel - this was a fairly large underground space, and it was unknown how long it took the orcs to dig it.

He looked up and saw that the orcs were using wooden frames and rough metal rods to support the trapdoor hidden under the cave floor. At this moment, several orcs were holding wooden hooks to pry open the latches, staring in horror at the golden horn standing on the rock wall and Ivy on its back.

The so-called 90 degrees is a wall and 91 degrees is a slope. The West Wind Horseshoe is so unreasonable.

Ivy clamped his legs against the horse's belly, and Jinjiao immediately understood what he meant. He jumped back and forth between the rock walls of the cave several times and returned to the vicinity of the trapdoor that was still shaking.

The Beast Bite Sword lightly swept across the orc's neck, and its ugly head immediately left its body.

When the other orcs saw this, they dropped their things and fled in panic. Ivy was about to chase them when he heard another noise from above.

He looked up and saw that Gandalf's long beard was hanging down.

"Where are the dwarves?" Gandalf asked, holding his pointed wizard's hat with one hand. "Where is Bilbo?"

"They are all down there." Ivy pointed his beast-biting sword at the shadowy area below. The dwarves' exclamations were still echoing in the passage.

"We have to rescue them! Give me a hand, Ivy!" Gandalf glanced at the wooden frame that the orcs had built in advance, and finally asked Ivy for help.

Ivy made a few gestures and pointed her staff at Gandalf, and a bright white magical light surrounded him.

"This is the Feather Fall Technique. It allows you to float down like a feather." Ivy explained, then turned his horse's head and galloped towards the depths of the cave. "I'm going to go see what's going on with them first!"

Torches were placed at regular intervals in the cave, lighting up the underground space. Jinjiao ran at full speed, and in just ten seconds, Ivy saw the exit of the cave. Below was a wooden structure similar to a cage, reinforced with iron chains and ropes.

When she poked her head out of the cave, Ivy saw the dwarves being pushed across a bridge with curses. There were many orcs standing beside them, and even their weapons had been confiscated.

Thanks to the presence of the West Wind Horseshoe, Golden Horn made no sound when it landed, and did not attract the attention of any orcs.

One, two, three... eleven, twelve, thirteen.

Thirteen dwarves, no more, no less. But where was Bilbo Baggins? Where had the hobbit gone?
Could it be that he has already faced his fate? The destined One Ring?

In fact, after leaving Rivendell, Ivy had a vague feeling of strangeness. With the help of horseshoes, the dwarves were able to cross the Misty Mountains with less energy and faster speed, but they still encountered huge thunderstorms and rock giants throwing stones at each other. Even the cave that Ivy had carefully examined became the entrance to the orc cave. From the time the dwarf fell, he was out of Ivy's sight for only two or three minutes, and then Bilbo, such a big man, suddenly disappeared.

Ivy was originally thinking about whether he could hold the One Ring in his own hands. Although this would become very dangerous considering Ilúvatar's omnipresent sight, there shouldn't be any problem in thinking about it a little bit, right?

But the thread of fate seemed to have been woven long ago. Even though Ivy created many variables, none of them affected the original fate of the expedition.

"Ivy!" Gandalf also floated down from the cave entrance. "Where did they go?"

"There's no danger to their lives for now. The orcs don't seem to be planning to kill them right away." Ivy came back to her senses. "It's just that I don't see where Bilbo is."

"Since the goblins have no intention of killing the dwarves, our master thief is still safe." Gandalf had already drawn his smiting sword. "Where are they going? Ah! I see the pony!"

Following the direction of Gandalf's sword, Ivy saw the ponies huddled against a rock wall, with the dwarves' luggage piled beside their horses' hooves. Next to the ponies was an orc sharpening a knife, his body covered with pus-filled sores, looking disgusting.

The pony was far away from where Ivy and Gandalf were standing, because there was an invisible abyss in between. But Ivy soon discovered how the orcs had sent the pony over. There was a three-story wooden bridge suspended by ropes dangling in the air. The orcs must have used something like this to move around in this cave with few footholds.

"Gandalf, I'll go get the pony and the luggage first. The dwarves have been taken in that direction. If their lives are not in danger for the time being, don't act rashly until we meet up." Ivy jumped high on her horse. The unicorn's golden hair was like a meteor across the sky, and it landed lightly on the wooden bridge that was shaking back and forth.

Without waiting for Gandalf's consent, Ivy rode her horse into the orc butcher's slaughterhouse and crushed the skulls of cattle and sheep on the ground.

The orc who heard the wind just turned around and saw the blue sword in Ivy's hand getting bigger and bigger. Then he felt a chill in his throat and fell into darkness completely.

In addition to the butcher who was responsible for cutting the meat, there were many orcs waiting to transport the meat to the kitchen. Seeing that the butcher was dead, the other orcs with less clever minds picked up all the weapons they could get and surrounded Ivy from all sides.

Golden Horn kicked with his hind hoof, and his hoof, which was as big as a bowl, hit the chest of the orc behind him hard. The guy was secretly trying to tie Golden Horn's legs with a rope.

The orc who was kicked away broke through the railings of the slaughterhouse and fell deeper, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Ivy also launched an attack. Facing the weapons extended from all directions by the orcs, he drew a perfect circle in the air with his beast-biting sword, and all the crudely made weapons produced by the orcs broke into two sections. Rather than being weapons, they were more like rusty iron sheets tied to wooden sticks.

A clever half-orc secretly picked up the butcher's butcher knife from the ground and howled as he attacked. Although he had only become a sword master for less than a month, Ivy was already very familiar with the beast-biting sword in his hand. This time he chose to use the back of the blade to block the attack of the half-orc's butcher knife. The elf curved sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, removing the tendons of the butcher knife at a very tricky angle, and then backhandedly cut off the arm holding the knife.

Golden Horn and Ivy worked in perfect harmony. At this moment, he lowered his head, letting his golden horns face forward, and then kicked his four hooves on the ground, immediately piercing the orc in front of him who had lost an arm. Golden Horn raised his head again and threw the unfortunate guy back into the crowd. Ivy took advantage of Golden Horn's movements and cut off several ugly heads in a row like a hot knife cutting butter. It didn't seem like Ivy had intentionally launched an attack, but rather that the orcs had actively bumped into his blade.

Golden Horn then leaped towards the head of the orc who was knocked down by the corpse of his companion, and landed successfully behind him. At this time, Ivy thrust the staff in his other hand forward, and before he made any movement, a thunderous sound exploded from the mouth of the wooden dragon on the top of the staff.

It was a first-ring energy-shaping spell, Thunder Wave.

The mighty power of magic exploded in the orcs, and the roaring shock wave swept everything in the range. The fence of the slaughterhouse was broken, the huge grindstone was blown to pieces, and the various bones piled on the ground became floating flowers all over the sky. The worst were the orcs who were hit head-on. None of these weak guys could stabilize their bodies. The best ones could only stagger back, and most were completely thrown into the air by the power of the spell.

The retreating orcs finally opened their eyes and saw a white streak flashing in the air. It was their retreat that triggered Ivy's attack. The four orcs were immediately beheaded and fell into the bottomless abyss. The orcs who were thrown out by the thunder wave were even more terrified when they saw the fate of their companions. They could only scream helplessly to relieve the fear of being swallowed by darkness.

Ivy looked around and killed the orcs who were unable to move due to fear one by one. Only then did he have time to check the opponents' luggage on the ground and the ponies huddled in a corner.

It was obviously not appropriate for one person to run around in the orcs' territory with a dozen horses, but he couldn't just leave them all here. After all, these guys had magic props made by Ivy on their hooves.

Without hesitation, Ivy decided to put them all in the Room of Requirement. Although they might not be able to be released later, it would save their lives. Compared to the dark orc dungeon, Ivy's Room of Requirement was obviously a better place.

The commotion caused by Ivy aroused the vigilance of more orcs. The sound waves caused by the thunder wave were too loud, and this dungeon was a closed space, so the thunder echoed in the entire underground town for a long time before it was absorbed by the orcs' crooked buildings piled in the air.

Seeing another large wave of orcs appearing on the other side of the wooden pier, a smile appeared on Ivy's face. The massacre was about to begin again.

The equipment of this batch of orcs was obviously much better than those orcs who could only do odd jobs. Not only did everyone have a scimitar that could be called a weapon, but some even had leather-covered wooden shields and half-body leather armor.

Seeing the golden unicorn standing in the firelight, the orcs swarmed over, but before they got close, they saw the beast-biting sword in Ivy's hand.

The orc walking in front let out a distorted scream and kicked the ground with his hunched legs, hoping to stop himself from rushing forward and then get as far away as possible from the sword that was shining with blue light.

Unfortunately, the orcs who swarmed in had no idea what formation was. The orcs in the back just pushed their companions in front of them because they themselves were also pushed by the orcs behind them.

Several orcs who didn't want to move forward were pushed off the wooden trestle, and then more mobs saw the elven curved sword in Ivy's hand, and exclamations rang out one after another. Soon, orcs with less stupid brains began to shout out what they saw, hoping that their companions behind them would stop pushing forward.

"The Bite Sword! That man has the Bite Sword! He's the Orc Slayer!"

The King of Gondolin many years ago must have been a very brave and warlike guy, so much so that the legend of his weapons has been passed down among the Orcs for so many years without fading. Just seeing and hearing about it has brought unimaginable psychological pressure to these Orc warriors.

Looking at the orcs who fell off the trestle, Ivy said in his heart, "What a pity." These are all experience points. Although these orc warriors are not tall and strong, and may not even be level 1 when converted into standard challenge levels, every little bit counts, and Ivy is at a stage where he needs experience points to nourish himself. How can he let these orcs go?

He pulled the reins, and the golden-horned man stood up and charged towards the pier where the orcs were.

Seeing the Orc killer holding the biting sword actually launched a charge, the Orcs crowded on the trestle became even more terrified. They struggled to huddle together on the bridge, not even caring about exposing their backs to Ivy, just hoping to stay away from it as much as possible.

But this was destined to be just a luxury. Golden Horn's speed was far beyond that of an ordinary horse. In the blink of an eye, he had already stepped onto the trestle bridge. The ebony dragon head staff in Ivy's hand showed its power again. With a thunderous sweep, the orcs that were piled together were completely dispersed.

The Beast Bite Sword flashed with cold light and flew up and down in the air, and immediately four unlucky people were killed. However, something worse happened to the Orcs. One of the four dead was killed by a heavy blow. The range of the Elf Curved Sword's heavy blow was 18-20, which means that there was a 15% chance of a heavy blow. It was not until now that the first [Terror Massacre] was fired, which could be considered Ivy's bad luck.

Silent fear secretly gripped the heart of every Orc. Even those who had just stepped onto the pier dropped their weapons and fled.

Thus, a man-made avalanche began. The orcs who crowded the trestle bridge now had only one thought, which was to try their best to escape the nightmare behind them. The armor on their bodies was just a burden, and the weapons in their hands had been thrown away long ago. The characteristics of the mob were once again revealed.

There were even many orcs who jumped into the abyss in panic just to avoid Ivy's blade.

"Cut off the trestle! Kill the Orc killer with this move!" shouted an Orc wearing half-iron armor. He was also the only Orc who was not affected by [Terror Slaughter].

From his attire, it can be seen that the armored orc is an officer, which is why he did not rush to the pier immediately. Although his order was very reasonable, the orcs on the pier were busy escaping and had no time to pay attention to him.

So the Orc officer could only swing his rusty sword and try to cut the ropes that tied the pier himself.

There were simply too many orcs on the bridge, and Ivy could only advance less than a third of the distance despite his best efforts.

The half-orc officer who wanted to cut off the trestle was even worse off, unable to move forward even a single step. After realizing that he could not accomplish his goal, the officer also prepared to flee, but before fleeing he had to drop his weapon. At this time, the lives of his companions were the guarantee of his own survival, and the faster he ran, the greater his chance of survival.

The long sword flew out of his hand and flew towards the bridge pile. The Orc officer did not look back, but opened the buckle of his upper body armor and ran away like the wind.

Who could have imagined that the rusty long knife would actually hit the rope tied to the bridge pile exactly? Normally, such a blunt knife would not cause much damage to the rope twisted from coarse hemp, let alone cause the entire pier to fall down.

But it just so happened that the blunt knife only made an insignificant wound on the coarse hemp rope, less than an inch deep, but great things often begin to collapse from the smallest details.

The orcs swayed left and right on the trestle as Ivy's sword flashed, and they screamed from time to time. Under the constant vibration, the ropes that tied the trestle broke. The trestle, which lost its support, collapsed with a loud bang, and the orcs on it fell into the bottom of the bottomless cave like dumplings.

Ivy was now extremely anxious. There were still many orcs whom he had not harmed at all, so even if they really fell to their deaths at the bottom of the cave, they would not be counted as Ivy's heads.

In a hurry, he didn't care that he was falling, and quickly threw out a chaos arrow that had been super-magicized by [Ultimate Spell], hoping to mark himself one by one before the orcs completely left the attack range.

Golden Horn was indeed a colorful unicorn that had not appeared for hundreds of years. In such a short time, it had completely mastered the use of the West Wind Horseshoe. As it fell, it kept kicking the orcs in the air, and actually jumped up again by stepping on these ugly heads.

The orcs who had recovered from their panic because Ivy was no longer in sight had no time to celebrate their escape before they caught a glimpse of the cold light of the Beast Bite Sword. Ivy swung the curved sword wantonly, sending all the orcs to their deaths.

Looking forward along the corpse-strewn passage, he could see a fire at the corner of the cave not far away. Ivy realized that this was not a simple orc settlement, but an underground town.

Thinking that there were still many orcs waiting to provide him with experience points, Ivy felt relieved about the orcs who fell into the abyss before he could finish them off.

As long as this orc settlement is destroyed, the intermediate ancient ritual of the Beast Bite Sword can be carried out, and by then Ivy's strength will usher in another leap.

However, he also needs to be especially careful not to let other people in the expedition team snatch the head of the Orc leader, because the next step of the ceremony is to use the head of the Orc leader to commemorate the fallen kingdom of Gondolin.

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(End of this chapter)