From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 255 Barbecue Feast (500010000)

In the center of the brightly lit Orc dungeon, thirteen dwarves were surrounded by a large group of Orcs on a wooden platform. The platform was built on a towering rock pillar, and on it was a throne that the Orcs had stolen from somewhere. Sitting on the throne was the Orc King, a disgusting guy with a big belly and pustules all over his body. Compared to his short subjects, the Orc King was obviously ridiculously large. His two thick legs were enough to support four ordinary Orcs, not to mention that he also had an exaggeratedly large belly and a giant head with no neck.

A crown made of bones was worn on this hairless head, and the ribs on the top pointed high into the sky, highlighting the terrifying rule of this orc king.

"Thorin! Son of Thorne! Grandson of Thor!" The Orc King looked at the dwarf prince standing in front of him, saluted playfully, and shouted loudly, "King under the Mountain!"

Thorin's face was filled with anger. The flickering light of the torches in various places in the dungeon caused the long hair on his forehead to cast a heavy shadow on his face.

"Ah! But I forgot!" The Orc King was like a panicked little girl who had angered the king. "You no longer have a mountain... and you are no longer a king... which means you are nothing! Hahahaha——"

The orcs in the dungeon laughed in agreement, but every dwarf stared at them with hatred.

"But!" The Orc King slammed his sheep-head scepter, and the dungeon immediately returned to silence. "I know you still have some value. Someone is offering a reward for your head! Only the head, so the other parts are useless. Maybe I can feed them to my good guys..."

The Orc King was not satisfied with the expression on Thorin's face, so he continued: "Perhaps you know who I am talking about... your family's old rival... the pale orc, riding a white wolf!"

Thorin's face showed disbelief: "Azog the Blasphemer is long gone! I cut off his arm! He died in Moria from his wounds!"

"So you think the shadow he brought has disappeared from your family?" The Orc King showed his yellow teeth and ordered his men, "Send a message to Azog. I found what he wants..."

"Boom--" Thunder was heard in the passage, and the wooden structure built by the orcs on the wall of the deep pit creaked in the thunder.

The dwarves looked at each other and they all guessed that the noise was caused by magic.

"What happened!" The Orc King looked around and used his goat-head scepter to pick up one of his men who had participated in the capture of the dwarves. "Besides these dwarves, who else is sleeping on my front door!"

"Two wizards!" The orc hugged the sharp corner of the goat-head scepter tightly. "They killed several people at the entrance of the cave. I had a hard time running away!"

"Why didn't you report it earlier!" The Orc King's scepter extended beyond the wooden platform, and there was a bottomless abyss under the laborer's feet.

"Boom--" Thunder sounded again, and the Orc King staggered, and lost his balance in holding the goat-head scepter in his hand. When he came to his senses and grabbed the scepter, the orc laborers he had instigated fell into the deep pit under the throne together with him.

"Monster! Our wizards will burn you to charcoal with thunder!" Thorin spat.

The Orc King, who lost his weapon, was furious: "Go! Go! Capture those two wizards! Then, bring up the bone-breaking bed for me! Although Azog only wants Thorin's head, as long as the rest is made into meat sauce! He will definitely be willing to pay a high price for it!"

Many clamoring soldiers poured out of the Orc city built around the giant pit. They were holding a variety of weapons, wearing ill-fitting miscellaneous armor, and were gathering in the direction where the thunder came from.

Another group of orcs, who only had rags wrapped around their crotches, ran in another direction and brought out a huge bed, the bed board of which was made entirely of thick rusty iron nails, making it hard not to suspect that it was not rust, but blood stains. This was the bone-breaking bed mentioned by the orc king.

There is a roller on top of the broken bones. The roller is made of cast iron and covered with raised thorns. If someone really lies on it, it will probably not take long for him to become a bloody mess.

There was a commotion among the dwarves, no one wanting to be carried to the bone-breaking bed.

However, the orcs had no sympathy for the dwarves. On the contrary, the dwarves' instability made these bloodthirsty low-level creatures even more excited. The sounds of howling and iron clashing made the city noisy again.

Just as the orc army had assembled and the bone-breaking bed was about to be carried in front of the throne, a burst of light suddenly broke out on the platform.

Both the orcs and dwarves were knocked to the ground by the sudden flash and explosion and fell into a brief coma.

A gray-robed figure with a wizard's hat on his head appeared in the strong light. It was Gandalf.

"Take up your weapons!" Gandalf shouted to the expedition members who were struggling to get up, "Fight!"

"That's a smiting sword! A striking sword!" The Orc King, who also fell to the ground, recognized the weapon in Gandalf's hand at a glance, "How could that damn bastard forget to report such important news!"

The Orc King quickly turned around. His army had already assembled and was waiting for orders: "Quick! Kill them! Tear them apart! Crush their bones!"

The orc army, frightened by the strong light, had come to their senses. Just as they were about to take action, they heard a loud bang exploding in their ears.

The Orc King on the throne saw it clearly: an orange-red fireball exploded in the densest area of the crowd. All the orcs in the center were destroyed, while those a little further away were torn into pieces. Even at the outermost edge of the explosion, countless orcs flew out with body parts of their companions hanging on them.

That was a fireball spell that had been super-magically enhanced by [Ultimate Spell]. To deal with such a densely packed target, Ivy couldn't help but use his old partner. Even if the spell slots couldn't be restored temporarily, so what? Shouldn't he just explode when the time came?

With the blessing of [Wild Elemental Surge], Ivy's fireball not only cleared all the orcs within a 32-foot radius, but also ignited all flammable materials within the range.

For these lazy orcs, the most easily available building materials are of course wood and ropes. Therefore, the fire ignited by magic spread quickly, driving the orc army to flee to other places.

Golden Horn rushed out along the rock wall, avoiding all the burning buildings along the way, and landed directly on the throat of the Orc city.

Although it is a vital throat, it is actually just a wooden trestle built between various stone pillars and tunnels. The trestle here is interconnected, not only connecting to the throne in the center of the dungeon, but also leading to the orcs' armory, food storage room, cells and tool room.

"Grab your weapons and run!" Ivy shouted to the expedition members on the throne, "Let's fight our way out!"

The Orc King on the platform had overcome his fear of the enemy's sword, and was waving everything he could pick up at Gandalf. The old wizard raised his staff and sword high, and then suddenly clashed them together. The powerful shock wave knocked away the charcoal basin, torches and an unlucky Orc laborer thrown by the Orc King, and knocked the obese Orc King off the platform.

Seeing this scene, Ivy couldn't help but start praying for the Orc King, hoping that the pile of fat on his body would not become a decoration, but play its due role and protect this guy from death due to falling injuries.

The dwarves picked up their weapons and quickly killed people everywhere. As warriors, they were much stronger than the weak and pitiful orcs.

"Which direction should we go?" asked Thorin, who had chopped off an orc's head. It was obvious that he, like Ivy, was unfamiliar with the layout of the orc city inside the Misty Mountains.

"Follow me!" Gandalf shouted, sweeping away a large group of orcs with his staff. "We are already in the middle of the mountain. If we use the tunnels dug by the orcs, we may reach the other side of the mountain faster than originally planned!" "You can't go anywhere!" The orc king spoke. He climbed up again with the scaffolding left by the orcs when they built the city, and crashed through the wooden trestle to appear in front of the expedition. Perhaps because of Ivy's prayer, he didn't seem to be hurt, and even the bone crown stuck in the wrinkles of his scalp was not damaged during the fall.

"You have no say!" Ivy thrust his ebony staff forward, and thunder once again resounded through every inch of the dungeon.

However, the invincible Thunder Wave was defeated this time by the fat belly of the Orc King.

Even though the powerful shock wave caused the fat on his belly to tumble up layers of flesh, the Orc King's huge body did not move back a single step, and even the Orc warrior behind him survived.

Not only Ivy, but even the Orc King was quite surprised, because he had just been knocked into a deep pit by Gandalf's magic, and now he was hit by another wizard's magic, but he didn't even have a scratch on his skin.

In order to confirm the situation, he even turned over his big belly layer by layer to check. When he turned over the last layer, he raised his head and showed a vicious smile: "The wizard's magic is ineffective! Kill them!"

Ivy, riding on the golden horn, overlapped the staff in his hand with the elven curved sword, and dragged the staff across the beast bite sword. The blade, which was already flashing with a cold blue light, suddenly emitted red flames and blue electric light.

This is another iconic ability of the Sword Master, [Arcane Enchantment]. Ivy drew a little arcane energy from the arcane energy pool and added two attribute enchantments, [Electric Shock] and [Scorching Flame], to the Beast Bite Sword. And after the enchantment was completed, Ivy spent an extra bit of arcane energy to extend the two enchantment attributes to 6 minutes.

[Arcane Enchanting] is a very powerful professional ability. A level one swordsman can turn an ordinary weapon into a +1 magic weapon. After that, the enchantment enhancement value of the weapon will be additionally +4 for every 1 levels, until it reaches +20 at level 5.

At the same time, as long as the level of the Sword Master reaches Level 5, the Sword Master can give some additional attribute effects to his Sword Master weapon. And these special effects can be stacked with enchantments as long as they are equivalent to the arcane enhancement value.

艾维如今的奥能增强值正好两点，两个初级的属性附魔就够他用一阵子了。何况兽咬剑本身就是一柄+2破敌精灵曲剑，伤害骰是2+1d10的挥砍伤害，在面对半兽人时能够增加2+2d6的伤害，【电击】和【炽焰】两个属性附魔又能分别增加1d6的对应属性伤害。

In this state, as long as the Beast Bite Sword hits the target, it is equivalent to causing 4+4d6+1d10+3 (Dexicion adjustment value) damage, which is stronger than all second-level spells. Even the third-level Fireball will not be much stronger when dealing with a single target.

Golden Horn charged forward, and Ivy took the opportunity to slash the Orc King's fat belly with his sword. Yellow fat overflowed from the wound like melted candles, and was then hit by the flashing arc of electricity on the blade. The smell of burning immediately filled the air, and it was extremely foul.

"Ah--" The Orc King cried out in pain and rushed towards Ivy with open arms. Considering his size, Ivy was not much taller than him when riding on the unicorn, and his cross-section was much thinner.

Jinjiao thought he had hit a wall. In panic, he stood up and stomped on the orc's face with his two front hooves.

But the bowl-sized hoof was almost like a back massager for the Orc King, and the fat on his face also served as a buffer. Therefore, the Orc King had no intention of defending himself, but just opened his arms to capture Ivy and his horse.

How could Ivy give him this opportunity? He thrust his ebony staff forward and the thunder wave exploded almost in his face.

Although the thunder wave could not cause any displacement of the Orc King due to his weight, the flash of shock wave made the Orc King lose his aim. Moreover, the force is mutual, and since he failed to push the obese Orc away, the force was naturally transmitted back to Ivy and the golden horn under his crotch along the ebony staff.

Ivy was prepared for this. He squeezed his knees against the horse's belly, and Golden Horn turned around and jumped away flexibly, even kicking the Orc King in the stomach before leaving.

Ivy had already discovered that in the battle with this big guy, the Golden Horn, which was equally huge but not as strong as his opponent, would only be a burden to him, so he took the initiative to jump off the unicorn's back.

Gandalf and other dwarves in the expedition team wanted to come up to help, but Ivy shouted them away: "Go find the exit. I left a magic mark on you so you can find the direction. Leave this idiot to me!"

The stubborn dwarf was still waving his axe and moving forward, but Gandalf, always with the determination of a warrior, grabbed Thorin's belt and pulled him away: "Mr. Baggins is still missing! We have to look for him too!"

"I've already told you! You have nowhere to escape!" The Orc King waved his hands and threw the two unlucky guys around him towards Ivy, hoping to cause him some trouble.

One of them had his neck broken by Jinjiao's mid-air kick, and the other was cut into two pieces by Ivy's beast-biting sword.

Ivy was immediately surprised when the obstacle blocking his view disappeared.

Because the Orc King, who was like a mountain of flesh, actually lowered his shoulders and launched a charge, intending to capture Ivy and his group in one fell swoop.

Ivy flattered him and let Golden Horn escape on his own. With the West Wind Horseshoe, there was no way Golden Horn would be caught by this mob.

Ivy himself jumped to the side and pointed his staff at the ground, and a large patch of oil immediately covered the Orc King's path. This was still a second-ring fuel spell. Since the damage from the beast-biting sword could not penetrate his fat armor, he would use fire to completely burn the grease.

The reason why he had to pounce to the side before casting the spell was because Ivy knew very well that this obese orc would never have a good balance. He even had to step on a mat to get off a chair, and being able to run was already considered agile.

"Get out of the way!" Ivy did not forget to remind the dwarves behind her who were still fighting fiercely with the orcs.

Just as Ivy expected, the moment the orc's sturdy body stepped on the greasy ground, the behemoth lost control of its body and fell headfirst to the ground.

However, the greater the mass of a moving object, the greater its inertia. Therefore, even though he had used his face as a brake, the Orc King still couldn't stop, and cleared away everything in his way like a giant sweeping robot - mainly his Orc minions.

Seeing that the dwarves of the expedition had already dodged, Ivy wielded the Beast Bite Sword, which had three different magical auras at the same time, and slashed at the greasy trail left by the Orc King.

With the violent flammable properties of the oil spell, even a little bit of unburned ash could ignite the entire pool of oil, not to mention the [Blazing] property that Ivy enchanted on the Beast Bite Sword.

The flame suddenly stood up from the ground like a horrible monster. The orcs standing on the greasy surface wailed twice and were all finished. Only the orc king with tenacious vitality began his fiery dance.

His pair of arms, which were thicker than trees, swung like two fans, madly slapping the flames on his face. This was the disadvantage of Facesha, except for his belly that looked like an air cushion, his face was the most oily.

"Well done!" Gandalf praised. "What a barbecue feast!"

In fact, it was not only the orcs that Ivy had set on fire that became the ingredients for the barbecue, but also the two wizards and the thirteen dwarves of the expedition team. Before the official battle, Ivy had already used fireball to set a large area of the orcs' buildings on fire. The thick smoke had almost filled the top of the cave and was now approaching downwards like a black cloud. If they stayed here for a while longer, they would probably become either barbecued meat or smoked meat.

"That way!" Gandalf's staff flashed, and most of the fires in the dungeon went out, except for the Orc King, who was burning like a tallow candle. "The smoke has shown us the direction! Now we just need a little luck, and we can reach the other side of the Misty Mountains!"

　Today it’s still ten thousand! Ahhhhh!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)