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Chapter 113 Azog's Strategy
Two days before Dain was attacked.

Azog, who was strong and huge like a bull, rode the snow-white wolf king and came to the top of the valley.

At this moment, the ground beneath his feet was shaking slightly, making a loud "boom" sound. This sound was made by the earth worms gnawing on the hard rocks underground.

"That's it! Stop the earthworms!" Azog, who could be considered handsome among the Orcs, roared in a low voice and gave orders to the Orcs beside him.

Although the orc was full of doubts and didn't understand why Azog stopped the earthworms from drilling out of the ground, he knew very well that if he expressed this question aloud, he would only be cursed by Azog, and might even be thrown directly into the arms of the warg.

So, it simply emptied its already slow brain and did whatever Azog told it to do.

Anyway, earth worms are huge creatures that live underground. They feed on rocks, so even if they don't come out of the ground, they won't suffocate or starve to death.

After just a few minutes, the rumbling sound under Azog's feet gradually disappeared.

Naok hurried back to Azog's side, crawled on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Master, the earthworms have stopped."

Azog's lips curled up into a sinister smile. "Very good, continue to pass on the order. Let the earthworms lurk underground for a few days. When they sense the movement of thousands of people passing overhead, they will suddenly emerge from the ground."

Oak nodded, then hesitated for a moment and asked in a trembling voice, "Then, Master, should we also send some of our compatriots to follow the earthworms?"

However, what it waited for was not Azog's reply, but the other's ruthless big hand.

Azog took the Orc's head firmly in his good hand and lifted it from the snow, holding it straight before him.

Oak's dirty yellow eyes were filled with panic, but he didn't dare to struggle at all, and his feet could only hang helplessly in the air.

Azog came closer to it and asked in a deep voice, "What's the reason?"

Oak was stunned for a moment, then racked his brains, still in a trembling voice, and replied, "Because the earthworms aren't particularly aggressive creatures. They just look huge, but they're not good at fighting. I'm worried that after a brief shock, the dwarves will quickly react. If, if our army can rush out behind the earthworms, we can surely defeat and annihilate these dwarven scum before they have time to react."

The orc felt that he had never spoken such a long speech in his life.

Azog let go of his hand, and Oak immediately fell to the ground, feeling a burning pain in his buttocks and tailbone.

But it didn't care about all that. It quickly got up and crawled on the snow again, pressing its head against the cold ground.

Azog looked at the fearful Orc with a hint of admiration in his eyes and said, "Yes, compared to your brainless compatriots, you are one of those who can use your brains. However, this wisdom is far from enough. Rise up. Later, you will lead an army alone and work with my son Bolger, who always covets my position. Completely occupy Lake Town and seal off Mirkwood. We must not let those elves interfere in our war with the Dwarves."

When the Orc trembled and stood up, Azog patiently explained, as if offering alms: "Hmph, you only saw the Dwarf scum coming from the Iron Hills, but paid no attention to the Dwarf scum coming from the other side of the Misty Mountains. Since the Dwarf scum from the Iron Hills are marching towards the Lonely Mountain, it means that the poor Dwarf King Thrain has not only been rescued, but also healed. Otherwise, Thorin Oakenshield, a poor wretch, would have no right to command Dain Ironfoot before he obtained the Arkenstone from the Lonely Mountain."

"If the Dwarves in the west join forces with the Dwarven armies of the Iron Hills in the east, this battle will be difficult. Therefore, while ambushing the Dwarven scum in the Iron Hills, we must also disrupt the Dwarven scum in the west. Thus, Dain Ironfoot's army can be defeated, but it must not be annihilated. We must give some of them the opportunity to tip off the enemy. This way, the Dwarven scum on the other side of the Misty Mountains, anxious for support, will be swept up in their anger and fall into the trap set for them."

Azog took a step forward, opened his arms, looked up to the sky and laughed wantonly: "This is all just like the war a hundred years ago. The dwarves of Durin's lineage will die one after another at my hands!"

"Master, you are wise!" The Orc immediately offered Azog his sincere praise. Time went back to two days later, when Dain was attacked.

"It's the earthworms! Send out the sheep knights quickly! Although these worms are huge, they don't have much combat power! Stab the spears hard into their bodies! Be careful to avoid their mouths!" After a brief shock, Dain immediately roared loudly.

Without hesitation, the messenger quickly put his lips to the ancient horn at his waist and blew it hard.

In an instant, a sharp and rapid horn sound pierced the sky, and the fierce command instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

The War Sheep Knights immediately became tense when they heard the horn.

They held the reins tightly and pulled hard. The war sheep paused slightly at first, then understood the mission of the upcoming charge and let out a low roar.

The knights sat steadily on the broad backs of the war sheep, leaning forward with their eyes fixed on the location of the huge but seemingly slow-moving earth worms in front of them.

As the war sheep's powerful limbs stomped the ground, they carried the dwarves on their backs like arrows shot from a bow, and like an unstoppable torrent, they launched a swift charge towards the earth worms, bringing up the snow on the ground and raising dust.

However, Dain's orders did not end there.

He knew in his heart that these earth worms must be the "generous gifts" carefully prepared for him by Azog.

If it was really Azog who did it, then the ambush of the earthworms was just the prelude to the attack, and far from the end.

Therefore, Dain continued to shout orders: "The right army follows closely behind the War Sheep Knights and provides them with cover! The center army will follow me and attack from the other side! The left army, stand by and prepare for support at any time!"

Dain did not order the army to rescue his compatriots who were still struggling in the valley. It was not because he was cold-blooded by nature, but because he knew very clearly in his heart that the most urgent task was to first deal with these worms and the enemies that might appear later. Only in this way would there be hope of saving his trapped compatriots.

If we have to divert troops to rescue our compatriots in the valley and deal with the powerful enemy in front of us, in the end, not only will our compatriots in the valley not be rescued, but even the lives of our own troops may be lost. It is really not worth the loss.

The sharp sound of the horn exploded again on the battlefield. The sharp sound instantly penetrated the dense smoke and flying dust and soared into the sky.

The right side of the dwarf heavy infantry phalanx seemed to be precisely cut apart by an invisible giant hand, quickly and neatly separating it into an army of 1500 people.

The dwarf soldiers let out deafening war roars, the sound like surging waves, one after another.

They marched in neat and powerful steps, following closely behind the War Sheep Knights.

Dain himself rode the powerful and ferocious boar, its sturdy limbs galloping across the snow. He held high his heavy warhammer and had his lieutenant raise the Iron Hills royal banner high. The banner rustled in the wind as they charged, making a rustling sound.

Then Dain's voice echoed over the battlefield like thunder, and he cried out: "Son of Durin, raise your weapons and follow me! Charge!"

(End of this chapter)