I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 77 Eat my Comet Azrael!

"Too strong, Mr. Egon!"

Kili cheered excitedly when he saw Egon's archery skills, which allowed him to hit the target with his bow.

He immediately imitated Aegon, drew his bow and shot an arrow at the distant wolf. However, Qili's arrow did not hit the wolf like Aegon's.

It’s not that the arrow shot by Qili lost its power before it even flew out of the village entrance, and fell shakily on the crown of a tree in the village.

But Qili was not surprised by this scene.

He just looked at the short bow in his hand, then looked at the long bow in Egon's hand that was taller than him, curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

This is definitely a hardware issue, not mine.

Qili comforted himself in his heart.

Egon's actions continued when the hunter who had run to the village chief's house finally arrived at the bell tower.

The hunter had naturally seen the two people on the bell tower a long time ago, but he did not drive Egon and Kili, a dwarf, out of the bell tower.

Instead, he opened the door breathlessly with the key given by the village chief, and shouted upwards: "Who are you! Oh, never mind all that. Do you see the rope under the bell? Help me ring the bell!"

"Kili, please help me." Egon said while shooting arrows on the top of the bell tower.

Kili, who was beside Aegon, nodded. He jumped lightly and landed on the platform accurately, his boots making a dull sound on the stone surface.

The rope danced in Kíli's powerful hands, and with each swing the bell chimed sharply and sharply.

“Ding-dang-dang-dang—!”

The bells rang throughout the village, letting every household that had experienced the Orc attack know what had happened.

The doors of every household were closed, and through the window lattices, one could see the nervous expressions on the faces of women, both old and young.

However, although they looked nervous, they were not panicked.

The women hugged their children tightly in the arms and comfort of their men, humming lullabies with suppressed trembling voices, hiding in a place in the house where it was difficult for outsiders to find them.

The men picked up anything at home that could be used as weapons, such as axes, sickles, or pitchforks, pushed open the door and walked out.

The previous attacks by the Orcs had taught the villagers that these evil dark creatures would have no sympathy for them.

If the villagers show weakness and are unwilling to resist, they will only intensify their killing to satisfy their desires.

In the center of the village, the bells are still ringing, and every strike seems to strike people's hearts.

Without exception, the men holding various sharp weapons consciously gathered in the direction of the village guards, and the village chief had already arrived at the compound where the guards were located with the help of David.

Although they are called the village guards, they are just a patrol team spontaneously formed by some experienced old hunters and young, energetic and strong young people in the village.

They only had experience fighting against orcs a few times and could not be considered qualified warriors.

After the bell rang, a look of panic flashed across the face of the young man who was still eating dinner. He put down his bowl and stood up, but he didn't know what to do next. He only returned to normal after being scolded by several old hunters.

"Why are you panicking? The key to the bell tower is in the hands of the village chief. Since the bell is ringing, it means the village chief has known about it for a long time and must be on his way. Bring your hunting bow and quiver, and get ready to kill those Orc scum." An old hunter with a silver-white stubble on his chin kicked a young man who looked a bit like a baby and scolded him.

The village chief flung open the door, revealing his face, purplish red from the cold wind, and addressed everyone inside. "Occult wolf scouts are approaching from the west of the village. The knights and wizards who were coming to the village today have already gone there. Quickly, grab your weapons and go to the west to help."

The old hunter nodded. Seeing the young men all moving, and then seeing the village chief, supported by David, about to pick up a short, sharpened stick, he quickly stopped him, saying, "You're drunk, so don't get involved. David, quickly hold the village chief back."

The village chief glared and shouted in dissatisfaction: "I am the village chief, how can I hide behind the young people in the village?"

The old hunter showed a look of disgust on his face. "Don't act like a hero at a time like this. You're drunk, but it's a good thing you're just causing trouble. Do you really think I'm worried about you? David, keep an eye on him. He has to stay here until he sobers up."

David nodded blankly, "Huh? Okay."

Then the old hunter glanced at the others who were ready, shook his head at the drunken village chief, and walked out.

West, outside the village.

A bell rang in the distance, and the wargs' sensitive ears caught the sudden sound. They knew that their whereabouts had been completely exposed.

The wargs began to howl, and the sound echoed in the night sky and spread far away.

It was not the anger of defeat, but a cry to the orcs—the wargs were in great need of support.

Because the sharpshooter in the village had killed eight of their compatriots without them noticing.

Behind the wolf scouts, the wolf-riding Orc rider, Yazneg, who had discovered the dwarves, shouted in the Black Tongue, "We've been spotted! Full speed ahead! Kill all those humans and dwarves! Especially the dwarf my master wants a bounty on! Bring me his head!"

"As ordered."

Groups of orcs riding on wolves emerged from behind Yazneg.

"Don't attack from one direction, attack in separate directions to tire the human wizard out on defense!"

Yazneg shouted again.

In terms of numbers, although there are not as many as the Orcs that attacked Tanes' territory at night, there are still more than a hundred of them.

If we count the wolf scouts who attacked first, there were nearly 130 of them.

The people in David's village might not have thought that the Orcs that attacked this time were not just a dozen or so like in the previous times, but a whole group of Orc wolf riders.

They were a professional army, not the looting orcs of the past.

These Orcs and Wargs were enough to burn the whole village to the ground, and the Dwarves would have no chance of escape.

The reason why a whole group of well-trained Orc wolf riders came this time was because of Tanes and the others.

Originally, Yazneg did not want to bring a whole army of wolf riders, firstly because he felt it was unnecessary, and secondly because he did not have enough authority to lead such an army.

But its other companion who stayed in Bree heard the presence of a wizard among the dwarves, and also two humans in armor.

Based on the description of the armor's features, Yazneg instantly recognized one of the humans in armor as the wizard who was supposed to be in Minhirias, the one who slaughtered all the Orcs in that area and seized the port of Longdedale that its owner had painstakingly rebuilt.

Yazneg's memory told him that this wizard was very different from the wizards the other Orcs had seen.

He was full of martial virtue, and when he saw Orc, he even rushed towards him, brandishing a huge sword that was taller than others. He also used spells with strong lethality.

He is completely different from other wizards who try not to take action if possible.

So Yazneg used his limited intelligence to come to a conclusion, that is, if he brought a dozen wolf riders to challenge these dwarves, it would simply be to add a few more heads to the wizard's hands.

So it continued to track the dwarves while leading its team back to Windcloud Peak through the Green Avenue.

That is where its owner is currently, and it needs to report these things to the owner.

It was obvious that its master was also afraid of the human wizard, and even dispatched a whole team of well-trained and well-equipped wolf riders to deal with him and the dwarves.

When Yazneg saw this entire army of wolf riders, he was also deeply shocked, but soon the bloodlust rising in his heart made him grin fiercely, just like his current expression.

Yazneg was already imagining himself cutting off the heads of the human wizard and the dwarf, presenting them to his master, and receiving the reward.

Just as Yazneg was thinking this, the Orcs in the front suddenly began to riot and their speed began to slow down.

"What's going on!!" Yazneg shouted impatiently.

However, the wolf under its crotch twitched its nose a few times, as if it smelled something, and a low, uneasy growl came from its throat.

Then a roar was heard from the front, and it became louder and louder.

A huge blue-green torrent of magic with a breath of destruction arrived in an instant, brushing past Yazneg's right ear and continuing to run backwards.

I don’t know how long it took.

It seemed like a long day, yet it seemed like just a moment, and the turbulence of magic finally subsided.

The air around them seemed to have just awakened from a nightmare, and the blue-green magical particles slowly dissipated. They flickered with their last rays of light under the moonlight, like stardust gradually fading in the night sky.

On the ground, the rampant magic left an indelible mark, and a wound appeared in the earth.

Yazneg was thrown to the ground by the wolf and fell down, and the wolf's body collapsed to the side.

Then, a sharp pain came from the right side of the body of the Orc rider Yazneg. Following the pain, his gaze shifted and he saw that his right arm, calf, and part of his torso were gone.

The cross section is very smooth and regular, as if it was suddenly cut by a sharp blade.

The dark blood flowed out from his broken limbs like an uncontrolled spring.

At that moment, it suddenly realized that the wolf did not deliberately throw it off.

Instead, the entire right half of its huge body evaporated, leaving only the left half falling powerlessly on the muddy ground.

The wolf's incomplete internal organs and gurgling blood flowed out from the broken parts, like a red river of despair, slowly flowing on the cold land, reflecting Yazneg's desperate and confused mood.

So, what is that?
Yazneg felt his vitality slipping away bit by bit like sand in an hourglass.

The cold feeling spread from its limbs to every part of its body until it devoured its consciousness.

Yazneg's vision was gradually shrouded in darkness, with only a glimmer of light remaining.

It crawled clumsily and with difficulty using its intact left hand and left leg, like an abandoned stray dog.

The next moment, the same blue-green torrent as before suddenly occupied Yazneg's remaining vision, and then, like a TV that was turned off, his consciousness was disconnected with a "snap" and he fell into eternal darkness.

Two minutes ago.

Tanes simply stood on the road leading to the village, frowning slightly as he watched the approaching wolf.

Although Aegon's archery had killed some of the Wargs, there were still many left.

If Tanes relied on himself alone and did not use magic, the wolves could easily rely on their mobility to bypass him and enter the village directly.

Even if Tanes was riding Torret, there was already a huge unfairness between the attackers and the defenders.

That's right, the attacker only needs to consider attacking, while the defender has a lot more to consider.

However, this time I came out, I didn't prepare too much of the Blue Dew Drop Holy Grail bottle, probably only enough for about four sips.

So Tanes frowned as he was thinking about what spell could be used to destroy these wolves with the lowest magic power consumption.

Just at this moment, the village bell rang rapidly, and the wargs running towards them began to howl, followed by Orc warg riders, who were dozens of times larger than the warg scouts, appearing from the direction where the warg scouts appeared.

This actually made Tanes' frown relax, because the number of enemies exceeded his imagination, so he didn't need to think about saving magic power.

There is no way he can intercept all these enemies by himself, so he only needs to focus on eliminating most of the enemies and not use up all his magic power at once.

After all, Tanes is no longer under the protection of the golden tree, and the Blue Dew Drop Holy Grail Bottle will not slowly restore the blessings in it.

Let Bernal and Thorin deal with the remaining small number of enemies.

So, in the dark green eyes of the wolf scouts, Tanes suddenly took off his White Wolf War Ghost helmet, then put on a dark green gem-like human head on his head and wrapped his face with tattered cloth.

Then... Tanes quickly searched his space backpack for the amulet needed to cast the spell.

He was used to just chopping with his broadsword, but he hadn't used this magic for a long time, so he was a little unfamiliar with it.

Portrait of Radagon, Magician Block Amulet, Magic Scorpion.

Tanes held three "amulets" of different colors and shapes in his hand and then quickly put them into the amulet bag.

The last thing that appeared in Tanes's hand was a dark green crystal staff that was exactly the same color as the gem on his head, Azrael's Comet Staff.

The prerequisites for casting the spell were almost ready, and the wolf was only more than 60 meters away from Tanes.

But Tanes did not panic at all. Instead, he raised his staff, and a magic circle emitting azure light instantly appeared under his feet.

【Pyroxene Magic·Magic Realm】

The effect of the magic circle is very simple, that is, the characters in the magic circle can increase the power of the magic they cast.

Then a slender elixir holy grail bottle appeared in Tanes' hand, and the holy grail bottle was now emitting a blue light.

The wolf scout was getting closer and closer, only about forty meters away.

Tanes popped the cork of the Holy Grail of Elixir and drank the blue liquid in one gulp. It was as if an endless surge of magic power burst out from his body, and the cloak on his back moved without wind.

More than twenty meters.

Tanes looked at the wargs, and both sides could see the expressions and goosebumps on each other's faces.

Oh, sorry, the wargs couldn't see the expression on Tanes' face because it was blocked by the dark green gem.

Fifteen meters.

Tanes raised his right hand, pointing the tip of his staff at the Wargs and the Orc riders coming up behind them.

The monkey show is over, it’s time to eat my comet Azrael!!!
A surging torrent of magical power suddenly appeared from nothing, directly occupying all eyes looking in this direction.

For a moment, the blue-green light was so bright that even the bright moonlight was dimmed.

　Tanes: Do you mean that there happened to be a group of enemies rushing towards us in a nearly straight line from a distance before they dispersed?

　　It’s not that Oak, who was giving the orders, didn’t order them to disperse, but Comet Azrael was moving too fast.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)