The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Seeing the flame at the end of the orc team disappear into another tunnel, Bahrain thought for a while and slammed his hands.

"No!" Bahrain opened his eyes wide. "Oin! They are rushing to the Masabur Hall!"

"What?"

"That road is the passage to the west gate on the seventh floor. Going to the west gate will inevitably collide with Oin and the others in the Marsab Hall. Oin is still collecting supplies in that hall, and they haven't come back yet!"

"Damn it!" Zelin chopped off his feet. He took out a few bombs from his waist and threw them to Dein: "Dein, fix these bombs on this long bridge. When we come back, put the bombs on. The lead wire is ignited, understand?"

"Ignite?"

De Yin looked at the metal ball tied together by hemp rope in amazement.

"Fix them on the bridge." Zelin said to him. "Remember, don't throw it away, this is precious. Also, this is the thing that blew up the gate just now."

Dein quickly took back the hand he wanted to untie the rope, as if once the rope was untie, these bombs would blow him up like the door.

"Bahrain, let's go to Oin, you know the way, tell me how to go."

"Come with me." Bahrain took off the crossbow behind him. "I know a way, we might be able to get ahead of the orcs!"

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The harsh horns echoed in the ears of the demon hunters, and the screams were mixed with terrifying laughter. The rock wall could not stop the terrible sound, and even overwhelmed Zelin and Bahrain. Footsteps.

"Damn, I shouldn't let Oin and the others go back to Masabur Hall!" Bahrain ran out of breath. He is old, indeed, three hundred and twenty years old is a longevity for a dwarf. But even so, he is trying his best to keep up with the demon hunter's footsteps.

"No one can think of this, Bahrain, there is no need to blame yourself." Zelin listened carefully to the sound coming through the wall, and he tried to use the sound in his mind to judge the approximate location of the orcs. But soon he realized that it didn't make sense at all. The footsteps of the orcs were too noisy, it sounded like they existed in any tunnel.

"Go left, wizard! Left!"

Bahrain reminded loudly. "The passage on the left, go straight ahead, and you will see the gate of Masabur Hall!"

"I got it!"

A frontal attack, a sneak attack from behind, a coordinated battle between several orc tribes. This is only when Azog attacks the lonely mountain. The orcs will fight in two lines, attacking the elves and dwarves allied forces, while besieging the valley city, copying everyone’s Back road. But when there is no command, when the orcs attack the defenseless town of Long Lake, they only know how to rush up. When someone is commanding, this group of beasts will become so tricky, otherwise it would be difficult to say whether or not the scattered sand can be moved in normal times.

The hall was filled with the stench of dust and corpses. Zelin ran across the corner and an orc appeared right in front of him. There is a distorted scar on its face, from the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose to the right cheek. It opened its mouth and yelled and swung its axe, but the Zelin sword was faster, the ebony blade struck its neck like lightning, and a head flew out.

"They are here!"

On the other side of the hall, Ou Yin and two other dwarves were running towards Zelin's direction. A closed door behind them was shaking. Another orc jumped out of the path beside the demon hunter. They might be planning to intercept Oin and his party, but they just happened to hit Zelin. Before the orcs could react, Zelin swung his sword again, then raised his leg and kicked it back into the path behind him, knocking over the two orcs behind him.

An orc jumped over his fallen colleague and slashed at Zelin's head with a sword. The demon hunter turned around, and while the ebony blade was blocking the blade, he threw a bomb at the tunnel where the orc appeared.

The burst of air flow threw out the broken corpses inside. This trail is not like a dwarf cut out, rough and narrow, like a hole gnawed by a bug. Several incomplete corpses blocked the passage. The corpses were pushed a bit. Zelin took off the crossbow and shot a few arrows at the cave. There was a muffled sound from behind the corpse, and then fell silent.

"Oin! Come here!"

The dwarves ran towards the demon hunters and Bahrain. The closed door behind them rumbling with the impact, the not-so-sturdy wooden door shook, and the bolts stuck on the wooden door and the spears against the door broke.

"They rushed into the Masabur Hall!" Oin waved his hand. "Run, we shut them in, but there are too many of them!"

The door panel of Masabur Hall made an overwhelming cracking sound, and a thick gray-green arm punched out of the door panel. These hands fumbled outside the gate, trying to push away what was blocking the gate. But then, a crossbow arrow was inserted into the arm, and a wailing sounded from behind the door panel. Bahrain held the crossbow, aimed at the seam of the door where the arm had been retracted, and pulled the trigger again.

There was another scream.

Bahrain began to replace it with new crossbow arrows.

The door was hit again, and the door panel cracked open with a bang. Several orcs threw out the broken door panel, and the orcs behind immediately stepped on their colleagues to chase the dwarf. Zelin aimed at them and pulled the trigger. The crossbow arrows flew through the air with the sound of breaking through the air. The orcs in the front row fell to the ground like rice that was blown down by a hurricane. Before the orc in front had time to get up, he was pressed to the ground again by the corpse.

"Come on, Oin!"

Zelin beckoned to them.

"There are too many of them, hurry up and warn others...Ah!" Suddenly Ou fell to his knees with a feather arrow stuck in his calf. An orc archer was squeezing out from the entrance of the Marsaier Hall, bending his bow and shooting arrows at the dwarves who were fleeing.

Zelin raised the crossbow arrow and shot it at it, but an orc ran right in front of the archer and was shot in the head by the crossbow arrow. Zelin took aim again, but found that the target had disappeared among the crowd of beasts. A gray-bearded dwarf realized that Oin had hit the arrow, and immediately ran back, pulling Oin's arm, he supported Oin, but the speed was too slow, and the orcs were constantly approaching.

"Bahrain, cover me!"

Zelin rushed forward, and the two of Oyin staggered past. An orc rushed over. Zelin squatted down and avoided the sword swung over his head, and cut off its calf with the sword, while the orc kneeled. When he came down, Zelin swung his sword again and a head rolled out. An orc wanted to sneak attack from the side, Zelin turned around and threw a sword, which fell over his sliced ​​belly. The other four orcs pounced at the same time, and Zelin held the crossbow in the other hand.

Four arrows sounded, and four more corpses with arrows appeared on the ground.

"Go on!"

A cloud of blue smoke exploded in front of the demon hunter, and Avak rushed out of the smoke, and his horse's hoof stepped on the stone slab to make a crisp sound.

"Oh! What is this?!" Graybeard was startled by the ghost horse that suddenly appeared next to him, and almost fell down with Oin.

"Go on!"

Zelin swung his sword to parry the cut blade. He pushed away the enemy, but from the corner of his eye he noticed two archers running out. They aimed at the dwarf who was running away. Zelin was shooting with a crossbow, but two Crossbow arrows have been inserted into them.

"Do as the wizard said, get on the horse!" Bahrain replaced the strong crossbow with a new arrow. "It's time for us to go, Dein will pick us up!"

The two dwarves helped the injured Oin climb up the ghost horse, and they looked embarrassed. The corpses piled up at the gate were knocked open, and four ogres wielding hammers broke through. The ghost horse carried Oin and started to run. Zelin swung his sword and chopped down the orc beside him, shooting the last three crossbow arrows in the runner.

"Bahrain, let's go too!"

The dwarf shot down two enemies who wanted to get close, and then carried the crossbow arrow behind him.

"Let's go!...Be careful of the top of your head!"

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The heavy roar echoed in the wide corridor.

The sound of a crossbow arrow pierced through the air, followed by a heavy falling to the ground.

"They are on the roof! They crawled in along the vents!"

The orcs crawled in along the vent of the tunnel, and the orcs behind them were chasing after them. Zelin shot down a few of them, but there were still a lot of them. The ghost horse ran wildly, and the dwarf on it jogged, clutching the reins tightly to avoid being thrown off.

"Are there any vents in the second hall?"

Zelin suddenly thought of this question. If they blow up the bridge leading to the east gate, and the orcs crawl out of their heads, it doesn't make any sense. And they will be surrounded in the hall. The situation on the battlefield is constantly changing, and Zelin must figure out all possible situations.

"We will not build vents next to the gate."

"A trace of the orc's digging?"

"Those places are full of rocks. We haven't found any extra caves before... Does that horse know the way? It won't carry Oin into the orcs?"

The speed of the ghost horse is very fast, and it quickly disappears into the tortuous tunnel. Their speed was also very fast, but Bahrain gradually slowed down, the old dwarf's face was pale and panting, he speeded up his pace as much as possible, but gradually fell behind. The other dwarves noticed this, they wanted to slow down, but Zelin waved at them.

"Run! Go tell Dein what happened here, push the door of Moria open, and leave it to me!"