The Great Grey Wizard, the Clone Takes the Field

The thunderstorm came and went quickly, but the tremendous commotion left an indelible impression on everyone.

Elves, dwarves, humans, and orcs alike stared in awe at the walls of Erebor, for in their knowledge only a powerful Warlock could cast such magic, and there was one there.

Meanwhile, on the walls of Erebor, Bilbo and a dozen or so dwarves stared blankly at Aaron, their eyes filled with a hint of unfamiliarity and an indescribable awe.

But more than anything, people are glad that Gandalf recognized his talent and brought him into the expedition. It would be a waste of his abilities to Golden Snitch.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat when he noticed the gazes of the others.

He instantly realized what was happening and looked at Gandalf with reverence.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Gandalf asked, puzzled, but a sense of the Grim crept into his heart.

The next moment, Aaron grabbed Gandalf's right hand, which was holding the staff, and shouted to the battlefield below, "Long live Gandalf! Long live the Grey Wizard!"

While shouting, he also used a Amplification Charm to ensure that his voice could reach everyone's ears.

The dwarves and elves were instantly in high spirits, and despite being outnumbered, they held their own and even gained a slight advantage over the orc army.

With a powerful mage standing behind and dealing damage, even when facing an enemy force several times their size, they can still see a glimmer of hope.

Dáin King Gandalf rode his wild boar into battle, he laughed heartily, "Gandalf the Grey, we have Warlock to help us!"

Thranduil frowned slightly as he looked at the city walls. He knew Gandalf's capabilities well enough; such powerful magic was beyond his ability to predict.

However, he no longer has time to satisfy his curiosity, and a rise in morale isn't necessarily a bad thing.

On the contrary, the orc legion felt somewhat suppressed. Originally, they wanted to crush the elves and dwarves with an absolute advantage, but now there was an unfavorable factor in their absolute advantage.

Never underestimate the influence of a legendary Warlock. Preparing powerful magic takes time, but no one wants to experience the devastating power of thunder.

Holy crap...

Gandalf snapped out of his daze, his face flushed with anger, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably, and his right hand, gripping the staff, trembled violently.

He was secretly pleased, thinking that once Gaius made his move, there was no way he could escape.

Even if he tries to escape halfway, the orcs will never let him go. The bounty posted by Azog will spread throughout the entire continent the very next day.

But he never expected that they would pull this trick. This work was so amazing that it blew his mind and opened the door to a whole new world for him.

Gandalf had never been so glorious in his life, but he didn't want this glory at all, because behind this glory was an enormous cauldron.

It's one thing that he showed his face to his own troops, but the orc army also remembered him. One can imagine the terrifying targeting he would face if he left the battlefield.

If Tian wins this battle, he will be fine, but if he loses, his future will definitely not be peaceful.

"Gaius, you really are..."

"Don't thank me, really don't thank me." Aaron hurriedly interrupted him, looking like he was thinking of him. "From tomorrow onwards, the Grey Wizard will become famous."

"Do I need to?" Gandalf retorted with a dark expression. "Do you really have to go this far to trick me?"

"As for it," Aaron shrugged, "I need a shield, and no one is more suitable than you."

"I'm just a nobody Warlock, far less intimidating than the Grey Wizard. Only when you stand on the city wall will I be less conspicuous."

Gandalf:...

But you can't just scam me like that. Can't you give me some time to prepare?

"The magic just now..." Gandalf hesitated, then stopped.

"Ultimate Lightning Element Magic," Aaron said in a serious tone.

"No, I'm asking if you can still draw more. If you can, we definitely can't win."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Aaron chuckled. "Grand Archmage can unleash the power of the ultimate Magic Array. With my current magic power, if I were to unleash such a powerful move, my magic power would be exhausted in no more than ten uses."

"That's good!" Gandalf looked at the battlefield with some delight. "It's enough to eliminate a portion of the enemy, which can greatly boost our morale and reduce the pressure on our side."

"No." Aaron refused directly. "First of all, it's a waste of time. Secondly, I'm not that selfless. At least I'll keep some of my strength for running away."

Gandalf paused for a moment, then said, "You're quite honest."

"By the way, why don't you use powerful magic?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"Well..." Gandalf said hesitantly, "The work of Warlock is more inclined towards guidance and strategy, so the Valar do not allow us to use too much force, and magic is greatly restricted."

Suddenly, the horn sounded, Azog on Ravenhill descended again.

"Attack, keep attacking."

Warlock are nothing special; we will win this battle.

With his shout, the orc legion, which had been stunned by the thunder, quickly adjusted its formation and continued to advance towards River Valley City.

In addition, more than ten giant beasts carrying catapults emerged from the cave. They bent down from a high place, and the orcs on their backs controlled the catapults to launch a destructive attack on the walls of River Valley Town, clearing obstacles for the orc army.

After all, the River Valley City had been abandoned for many years and was in a dilapidated state. Compared to the City Gate, the city walls were severely under-defended, making it easier to break in.

Upon seeing this, Bard immediately ordered his troops to retreat back to the city to protect his family.

"This is bad." Gandalf's expression turned serious. "We have to go and support River Valley City. We absolutely have to go."

"But how do we get across?" Bilbo said anxiously. "There's a battlefield between us!"

"Gaius, can you help us?"

"Yes, but the two of you alone won't be of much use."

Moreover, Gandalf, you are now the morale pillar of the Allied forces, you're certain...

"That's why we have to go there even more." Gandalf's tone left no room for argument. "We must hold our retreat route. After Azog holds back the elves and dwarves, he will definitely send a large force to occupy the River Valley City, which will become the second battlefield."

"I understand, I will help you." Aaron nodded, then his body emitted a burst of white light, and he used half of his magic to create Thought Form.

The people on the city wall were all shocked, but Bilbo seemed to have thought of something and looked at Aaron in disbelief, "Was it really you who fought Smaug in Long Lake Town a couple of days ago?"

Aaron shrugged, helplessly admitting that he had indeed told the truth, but no one believed him.

The Thought Form stepped forward and grabbed Gandalf and Bilbo's left hands, teleporting them to Bard's side.

"These two are your reinforcements," the Thought Form said to Bard. "They will help you."

"Wait, Gaius ..." Gandalf hurriedly stopped the Thought Form, "We will really need you here."

"I didn't say I wouldn't stay!" the Thought Form said, then looked at the city wall to the side, where the ferocious orc legion was less than a meter away.

"Bard, I'm trying to buy you some time, but I can't buy you much more."

"Thank you." Bard nodded, then led everyone back into the city. He needed to make arrangements for the elderly, women, and children in the city as soon as possible.

The Thought Form Apparition to the arrow tower inside the city wall and greeted the guards there succinctly, "Aaron Gaius, a Warlock, Bard sent me to help you."

We can't hold out for long, but we'll hold out for as long as we can. Don't push yourself too hard.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw a giant beast charge fiercely at the city wall with its head at high speed.

"A ruthless person, no, a ruthless beast!" The Thought Form clicked its tongue and took a deep breath. "The roar of Dragon."

A burst of crimson flames erupted from Aaron's mouth, blasting the giant beast backward from a distance of tens of meters.

He rolled several times on the ground while still half-cooked, crushing more than ten orcs to death.

"This is much more powerful than the Incendio, but the mana consumption is staggering, so we still have to use it sparingly." The Thought Form thought to himself, but looking at the surging orc army in front of him, he immediately calmed down.

He's not Smaug; even if all the enemies drained his and his original body's Magical Energy, they wouldn't be able to kill half of them.

Thinking of this, the Thought Form picked up a piece of rubble and used Transfiguration to turn it into a Longsword.

Soon, the orc army besieged the city.

The guards were extremely nervous; one of the younger ones was even trembling, but he still gripped his bow and arrows tightly.

They all knew very well that orcs were extremely ferocious and completely inhuman. Even if they surrendered, they would be tortured to death. Fighting to the death was the best and only option.

The Thought Form was also a little nervous, but there was a hint of excitement in his nervousness. He had only seen scenes of thousands of troops in movies, but now it was happening in real life in front of him.

Even though he was facing an army of thousands, he felt his blood boiling.

I remember when Jeans trained me, his assessment was that I could barely hold my own against him. Today is the perfect opportunity to test his true fighting strength.

"You guys," the Thought Form said to the others, "I'll charge down in a bit. You guys cover me with your bows and arrows. Once we run out of arrows, retreat."

"No." The oldest person disagreed. "Child, you don't know how terrifying the orcs are. Even if you are Warlock, you can't possibly deal with so many people."

Upon hearing this, the Thought Form smiled and said, "Perhaps I didn't introduce him clearly enough. Aaron Gaius Warlock by profession and a swordsman by profession."

"That won't work either, you're too young."

If we absolutely must stall for time, my old bones..."

"Do whatever I tell you to do." Aaron said, forcefully swinging his Longsword. The cold sword light flashed, leaving a long sword mark on the ground.

"Any more objections?"

"No, that's all." The old man's eye twitched slightly. He wasn't sure if Bard was that powerful, but he was certain that he wasn't this fierce when he was young.

"I don't mean any disrespect to you, but don't underestimate me." The Thought Form patted the old man's shoulder, then jumped down from the city wall several meters high, standing alone in front of the orc legion.

The Thought Form took the initiative to attack, wielding its Longsword and charging into the orc army.

Wherever the sword passed, blood gushed forth like a spring, and heads rolled off. In an instant, more than ten orcs were killed, their clothes stained with a layer of black blood.

Meanwhile, several guards on the city wall began firing arrows rapidly in an attempt to stop the orcs from getting closer, but against such a massive enemy force, the effect was destined to be a drop in the ocean.

Since the previous round of Monolith attacks had damaged the city walls, the Thought Form could only attract a small number of enemies, and most of the orcs chose to enter the city from other directions.

The Thought Form was aware of this, but he was only one person. His head-on struggle was already helping the people of Long Lake share the burden, and he couldn't do anything more.