"Morgan!"

Looking at the orcs rushing fiercely from the river bank, Bilbo, who was hanging by the bucket, immediately shouted.

"Damn it!"

Morgan turned his head and saw the ferocious orc rushing on the river bank. His face changed. He quickly pulled out a black arrow from the wooden barrel, raised his hand and stabbed the orc rushing towards the orc rushing in the air.

The orc spear that rushed over was dodged by Morgan's head, and the black arrow in his hand suddenly pierced into the eyes of the incoming orc.

"Puchi..."

The black and smelly blood immediately flowed out of the orc's eyes on the upper hand.

The time was too short and too fast, and the orc who had not died immediately struggled to continue waving the spear in his hand.

Morgan avoided the orc's counterattack in front of him, and immediately tried hard on his hand holding the arrow, stirring the arrow deep into the orc's eye sockets, and poking it hard.

"puff..."

The black arrow instantly pierced the head of the orc in front of him from his eye socket, and emerged from the skull.

Just as Morgan fought with the orcs in close combat.

Bilbo, who was hanging next to the shaking tall wooden barrel, suddenly felt a huge and extremely shocked and dangerous feeling.

He immediately turned his head and saw an extremely tall orc with an ugly and ferocious appearance on the huge rock beside the level ahead, aiming at him and Morgan with a long bow in his hand.

Realizing the source of the danger, Bilbo's face changed suddenly and immediately turned around and shouted at Morgan who was still fighting: "Be careful Morgan!"

The moment he shouted, Bilbo immediately sank into the turbulent river.

At the same time, the orc commander Borg looked at the human who was fighting with the orc in the distance and let go of the arrow in his hand with a cold expression.

He took over the orders of his father, the Orc leader Azog, to hunt down the last king bloodline of the Turin dwarf lineage, Thorin, and Oak Shield team.

Azog had instructed him that except for the leading dwarf Thorin, Oak Shield, must die.

The human who is good at using bows in the team must also die.

"Swoosh..."

The long black arrow shot towards the river quickly.

At this moment, Bilbo beside him yelled and warned. Morgan reacted very quickly, and without thinking, he blocked the orc corpse that had been stabbed through his head and died in front of him.

Next second.

"Puchi..."

An arrow shot through the orc in front of him instantly shot through his body.

Morgan raised his arm and looked at the holes that were shot through by arrows when his long sleeves were pressed against his body. He felt a cool air rushing out from the soles of his feet and heading straight to the cover of the sky on his forehead.

If this is a little bit higher, the arrow will hit the heart.

And this whole body was pitch black and looked at the evil arrow. Morgan had learned from the memory plot that this should be the evil and poisonous arrow in the invading demon cave.

In the memory plot, Qili, who was shot in the leg, almost died in less than a day.

If he shot his heart, Morgan felt that he might have hit gg at this time.

"Morgan!"

"Morgan!"

"Morgan!"

At this time, I saw Morgan standing in front of me holding the orc's corpse and blocking the arrow. The dwarves thought Morgan was caught and immediately shouted urgently.

"Morgan, are you okay!"

At this time, Bilbo also came out of the water and shouted hurriedly as he looked at the dazed Morgan.

Awakened by the shouts of the dwarves and Bilbo, Morgan pushed away the orc corpse in front of him, signaled to everyone that he was fine, and quickly retracted into the tall wine barrel.

At this time, the orc commander Borg, who was standing next to the level, looked at the human being still alive and smiled suddenly, and then he angrily shot at Morgan again with anger.

"Swoosh..."

The black arrow shot in again.

But this time, Morgan didn't even have to hide.

The turbulent and gasping river rolled up and down the tall wine barrel where Morgan was riding.

The arrow shot from Borg shot directly into the air and fell into the water.

Morgan is extremely thrilling.

The same is true for the dwarves in the waterway below the level.

At this time, I saw that I jumped into the water and fought with the dwarves not only took time and effort to injure the dwarves, but also suffered serious casualties and injuries.

The little orc leader who was intimidated by Commander Borg suddenly turned his eyes in his mind, and a flash of inspiration seemed to flash in his mind.

Then, it thought of a solution, so it immediately pointed at the river channel below the level and shouted at the orc beside it: "Hurry up, go there, go there and shoot these dwarfs with bows and arrows to death, they can't escape!"

After being yelled by the little leader, several orcs holding bows and arrows immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

Here on the level.

The tall barrels of other dwarves, including Morgan, finally quickly approached the level with the rapid flow of gasping.

Now, the orcs guarding the level finally waited for the opportunity and immediately rushed towards the wooden barrels drifting below.

The orcs jumped down like dumplings.

Fifteen or sixteen tall wine barrels, plus a large number of orcs jumping into the water.

The waterway below the level immediately became a mess and blocked.

Facing the fiercely pounced on the orcs, although the members of the expedition team were trapped in the tall wine barrel, they did not react slowly. They immediately pulled out the arrows stuck on the wine barrel and fought back fiercely.

In front, the dwarves and others such as Poforpoppoppelli were rushed to the front by half of the orcs as soon as they approached.

Morgan, who was following closely behind, saw it. As soon as he approached the level, facing the first orc that rushed up, Morgan suddenly stood up with an arrow in his hand and took the lead. An arrow quickly pierced the neck of the orc that was rushing towards him.

The smelly black blood immediately overflowed from the mouth of the orc in front of him.

Morgan didn't care about the struggle before his death, but raised his hand and pushed the orc in his hand out and fell into the surging river water, quickly sinking to the bottom and disappearing.

But just as he killed the first half-orc, two half-orcs wielding axe and spear pounced on Morgan down from the level one after another.

Facing the orc who rushed over again, Morgan, who had nothing in his hand, had to take the initiative to attack again, stood up and quickly grabbed the black axe on the other party's hand.

The orc who was caught in the weapon was not to be outdone at all and immediately started a fight with Morgan.

At this time, another half-orc waving a sharp spear pounced on him.

Below was a tall wine barrel that was constantly shaking, and in front of him were a strong orc who was struggling to fight for weapons.

All the other dwarves around were entangled by orcs.

Even Bilbo was trying his best to deal with the orcs in front of him, and he couldn't protect himself.

At this moment, all the members of the expedition were fighting to protect themselves, and no one could care about Morgan's danger.

At the same time, on the huge rock beside the level, the orc commander Borg, who was summoning orcs gathering, watched the humans fighting raised their black longbow again.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Morgan used a special skill: the body of the rock.

Next second.

Morgan felt that his back was subjected to two attacks of different strengths.

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

Two brittle sounds made by gold and iron hitting the hard rocks.

An arrow from Borg, the orc commander of the orc on the rocks in the distance.

Another sound came from the orc who rushed from behind with a spear in his hand.

The black arrow hit Morgan's back and made a crisp sound instantly, and rebounded and fell directly into the water.

The orc holding a silver-gray spear pounced on Morgan's back, and his palm suddenly slid down and penetrated deep into the edge next to the sharp end of the spear.

The orc who was attacking sneak attacked was injured by his weapons and screamed and fell straight into the water.

However, Morgan staggered forward because of the orc's spear, raised his elbow and suddenly elbowed the orc's chin in front of him.

"Bang..."

Accompanied by the dull elbow sound, four or five bloody fangs flew up immediately.

Morgan took the opportunity to snatch the sharp axe hard and slashed the orc who fell into the water with one axe.

"Puchi..."

The warm and smelly black blood immediately flew up, splashing Morgan's face and body.

"Quick, get up!!"

"Kill them, kill them all!!!"

The orc commander Borg roared with a ferocious expression, and a large number of orcs running from both sides of the surrounding shore were waving their weapons and screaming and rushing towards the level.

Morgan gasped violently and looked at the dense orcs, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but feel despair for the first time.

Just then.

"Swoosh swish swish..."
Chapter completed!