Being an otaku in the world of American comics

#149 - Pale Orc

After a short while, the group finally reached the end of the road, beyond which was a steep cliff.

Most of the Wargs that had initially pursued them had already been cleared by Liang Yue, but the Orc cavalry behind them was still getting closer.

Left with no choice, the group had to listen to Gandalf's suggestion and climbed up the nearby trees.

Liang Yue didn't make an exception this time either. After placing Bilbo to the side, he squatted on a thick branch, observing the situation below.

"This scene... why does it feel so familiar?"

Soon, a large group of Orc cavalry arrived less than fifty meters below them.

They were led by an Orc who was as strong as an Ogre, with pale skin and a Warg mount that was larger than the average Warg.

This Orc's body was smooth and hairless, with totem-like patterns carved on his chest and back, directly carved by gouging out flesh.

His eyes were cold, his expression indifferent, giving off the air of a final boss, warning others to stay away.

More importantly, his left hand had been chopped off at the wrist, and now he was wearing a branch shaped like a claw.

This figure immediately attracted everyone's attention when it appeared.

Especially Thorin, the Dwarf Prince, whose eyes were filled with disbelief, and deep within his eyes, anger was rapidly boiling.

Gandalf, the old wizard, after seeing this Orc leader for the first time, immediately looked around the tree with a somewhat erratic gaze.

At this moment, the little old man was fiddling with a moth with spiral patterns in his hand, muttering something to it with a mystical look on his face.

After a while, the moth fluttered its wings and flew away.

Facing such an obviously characterized target, Liang Yue had naturally guessed the other party's identity long ago.

Without a doubt, it was ~ Azog the Defiler, the Pale Orc, head of the Orcs ~

He had publicly beheaded Thorin's grandfather, the elderly Dwarf King Thrór, during the war with the Dwarves, and had also had his left hand chopped off by this young Dwarf Prince.

His reputation was widespread, feared by many races!

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes are especially red.

Thorin, who was on the tree at this moment, and Azog on the back of the White Warg, were in just such a situation.

However, Liang Yue's purpose in taking out the gun at this time was not simply to kill the target, but to test the Orcs' resistance to bullets.

As for why he couldn't kill Azog the Pale Orc below...

Nonsense~! If he killed him now, who would lead the Orc army to harass them in the future?

Without Azog, the Orc race would inevitably fall into internal strife in a short period of time.

Maybe a few days, maybe a few months, maybe a few years~

If they didn't actively bring troops over during this time, did he have to go find them himself?

After the upper limit of 5,000 Orcs, each one he killed would be one point!

How could Liang Yue not seize such an obvious opportunity to grind data!?

"To kill Azog, at least wait until the Battle of Five Armies. By that time, even if I don't take action to solve him, according to the development of the plot, Thorin will catch up and die with him."

Thinking of this, Liang Yue suddenly raised his eyelids, and his two fingers unconsciously groped his chin. His gaze lowered slightly, and he looked at the white-furred giant wolf under the Pale Orc.

"Speaking of ~ this Warg, it seems to be the Wolf King of their clan, right? A white Wolf King, maybe ~ it's a rare breed, is this considered a boss monster too?

Although I can't kill Azog, it should be no problem to kill his mount, right?"

With this thought in mind, Liang Yue narrowed his eyes, and the gaze he used to look at the white wolf began to become ambiguous.

"Woo ~"

Faced with someone's malicious attention, the White-Furred Warg King suddenly seemed to sense something.

Subconsciously, it jumped back a little, then bent its limbs slightly, lowered its body, squeezed out a fierce look, and bared its fangs at Liang Yue.

It even let out a low growl of intimidation!

"Oh~! Very spiritual?"

Liang Yue's eyes lit up when he saw the other party's reaction, but then he quickly calmed down.

"No, it's too ugly, not worth taking as a mount..."

...

After soothing the Wolf King under him a few times, Azog, who had a lot of acting talent, sniffed deeply in the air at this time, his eyes fixed on Thorin on the tree.

Then, he spoke in a deep tone.

"Do you smell it? It's the smell of fear."

"I still remember the stench of fear on your father, exactly the same as yours now, Thorin, son of Thráin! Hahahaha~"

"Azog, I didn't expect you to still be alive!"

Looking at the enemy who killed his father below, Thorin clenched the Orcrist in his hand at this time, staring at the other party's eyes, his face full of the urge to kill.

However, Azog on the back of the White Warg didn't keep him waiting for long. A grim look flashed across his face, and he immediately waved his hand at the wolf pack behind him, pointing at Thorin.

"That one is mine, kill everyone else!"

As soon as the words fell, a dozen Wargs rushed over, roaring and howling, launching an attack on the crowd.

Wolves can't climb trees, but Wargs have strong jumping and explosive power.

Each Warg is at least three meters long. With a strong kick of its strong hind legs, its front limbs and claws grab the tree trunk, and it can climb at least six or seven meters high.

Every time they wave their claws, every time they stomp, every time they tear, they can take away large pieces of wood chips from the tree trunk.

This is undoubtedly a huge threat to everyone in the tree!

In a few moments, the towering pine trees began to shake violently under the siege of the wolf pack, and large pieces of pine needles fell one after another.

The crowd couldn't help but let out bursts of screams and shouts, their faces panicked and nervous.

"Pa!"

A low gunshot suddenly rang out at this moment.

Under the surrounding fierce wolf howls and the crowd's shouts, it seemed inconspicuous.

And the truth was just that. The bursting bullet, after leaving the barrel, accurately hit the brow of a Warg below.

However, it failed to bring any substantial damage as expected.

In the dark night, relying on his superhuman eyesight, Liang Yue clearly saw at this time that the bullet, after passing through the dense hair of the wolf's head, barely broke the tough wolf skin, but was eventually blocked by the hard wolf bone!

"Woo~!!"

The sudden pain on its body instead stimulated the ferocity of the beast even more. After roaring, the wolf waved its claws even more fiercely towards the tree where Liang Yue was.