Good Advice Can't Save the Doomed; Let's Go Big

"Thorin, I really understand you," Aaron earnestly advised, "But you are the king. Think of your people. You absolutely cannot risk your life at this time."

Thorin turned his head, his face expressionless but his eyes filled with a resolute look. "Precisely because I am the king, I cannot remain indifferent."

Azog insulted not only me, but the Durin tribe, and the entire dwarf tribe.

"For the sake of the bigger picture!" Aaron said with a dark face. "Anyone with eyes can see that this is a trap, and you, no, you are all foolishly walking into it."

Once the Bolg orc army arrives, then...

"Then kill that demon king before they arrive," Thorin said firmly.

"Leave the other orcs to us." Dwalin patted his chest, assuring Thorin that the other orcs wouldn't bother him. Fili and Kili also tacitly drew their weapons.

Aaron took a few deep breaths silently, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. "The courage of the dwarves has truly opened my eyes, but have you ever thought about what will happen if you lose?"

The king was beheaded by the orcs, the dwarves' morale plummeted, and they were eventually all killed.

Thorin, Moria is a cautionary tale; don't tell me you're going to repeat the same mistake.

Thorin paused slightly, glanced at the sneer-faced Azog, and then sighed, "Sometimes sacrifice is more meaningful. Dáin and his Ironfoot Army will fight to the death to avenge the king."

Gaius, I request a favor from you, as a friend.

"If I die, you must take Fili and Kili with you. Fili will be the next dwarf king."

"Uncle, I..."

"Shut up." Thorin stared sternly at his two nephews. "This is the King's order. I may die here, but you must return alive."

"Touchingly moving." Aaron silently took out his Wand and Stupefy.

Just as the spell was about to strike Thorin, Dwalin pulled him away and glared at Aaron, demanding, "What are you doing?"

Alpaca!

Aaron was on the verge of tears. "You're a traitor, aren't you? Can't you tell I was saving him?"

"Um... actually, it's a misunderstanding. I just wanted to knock him out and then take him away safely."

"Gaius, thank you for your kindness, but if you still consider me a friend, don't stop me," Thorin said with a smile. "This is for the Glory of the Durin clan, and I will protect it to the end, even if it means death."

Aaron:...

I'm tired. Let's destroy it!

Meanwhile, in River Valley City.

While fighting alongside Gandalf and others, the Thought Form suddenly received the memories of the original entity.

"OMG Fuck!"

The Thought Form sensed the anger and helplessness of the original body, its eyes blazing with fury, and its entire body emanating a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

Just then, a giant beast appeared before him. The Thought Form looked at this ready-made punching bag and began to vent its anger by raising its fist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Thought Form moved with the wind, striking the giant beast and spitting foam as it retreated from the alley entrance to the alley end.

As he retreated to the end of the alley, just as he was about to lose his last consciousness, a flame ignited on the right fist of his Thought Form, "Dragon... Iron Fist."

The enormous figure let out a final scream, rose into the sky in a ball of fire, and then fell back down.

"Gandalf, who exactly is this guy?" Legolas asked in astonishment. "Are you sure he's a mage?"

"Are you sure it's an avatar?" Tauriel also somewhat shocked.

"I didn't know he could fight a giant beast hand-to-hand!" Gandalf said sheepishly. In fact, this was no longer hand-to-hand combat; it was blatant slaughter.

These Warlock were no weaker than top warriors, but they hadn't escaped the realm of humans. However, Aaron was a complete anomaly. His magic and combat power were exaggerated to an outrageous degree, making him seem like a human from this world.

Gandalf suddenly realized something, and his expression subtly changed as an almost impossible truth surfaced in his mind.

"Um... you're not alright, are you?" Bilbo walked over and asked.

"There is hope, there is great hope, a very great hope," the Thought Form said angrily. "Thorin plans to stay on Raven Mountain and fight Azog to the death."

"What?" Gandalf exclaimed in shock, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground. "Has he gone mad? Didn't you tell him about the Gundabad Orcs orc army?"

"What do you think?" The Thought Form rolled its eyes. "I explained it very clearly, even telling him the consequences of his defeat, but it was no use."

Azog brought up his grandfather and father, disgracing the Durin royal family and rendering the dignity of the dwarves utterly worthless. Do you think he could tolerate that?

"Didn't you try to knock him out?" Bilbo asked anxiously.

"Heh!" The Thought Form covered its face and chuckled bitterly, "That unlucky thing, Dwalin, pulled Thorin back at the crucial moment, saving him from my Sleeping Charm. Under these circumstances, I can no longer cast spells."

"What about the others?" Tauriel asked. "What do they think?"

"Stay here and defend the dignity of the Dwarves with the king." The Thought Form was filled with grief and indignation, and a sad smile was also on its face. "I've lived a life of games for fourteen years, and apart from being beaten up by my older sister from the Klein Family when I was 18, I've never lost."

But today I lost, lost to those brainless dwarves, lost utterly and completely.

"Uh..." Gandalf looked at Aaron with some reluctance, "I know you must be feeling terrible right now, but the bigger picture is what matters."

"Don't talk to me about the big picture." The Thought Form interrupted him, "I've had enough, I've really had enough. You should go talk to those damned dwarves about the big picture."

"But we can't just leave him at Ravenhill, can we?" Bilbo said. "The Bolg orc army is about to be over."

"So Thorin even arranged his funeral; the next dwarf king will be Fili." The Thought Form waved its hand helplessly. "Even the heavens would have to yield to such a death-defying determination. What could I do?"

Upon hearing this, Bilbo remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I still think we should support him. We may not be able to help much, but at least we can buy Thorin more time."

"I'll go too," Tauriel immediately declared. She was genuinely worried about Kili, who was also in Ravenhill.

"It's too late," Legolas said. "There will be many obstacles along the way, and by the time we get there, they will have already finished fighting."

"That's how it would normally be, but we have an abnormal Warlock," Gandalf said, giving the Thought Form a meaningful look.

The Thought Form chuckled and turned her face away, not wanting to pay him any attention.

A few dwarves were enough for him; why send more? Were they trying to make him even more tired?

Furthermore, although Thorin's attitude infuriated him, giving him the feeling that he was a damned bastard who couldn't be reasoned with, they were still friends, and if there was really no other way, his true form could lead them out of the encirclement.

"Do you really have a way to get us there?" Tauriel asked the Thought Form with eager eyes.

"No."

"You must have," Legolas said confidently. "Since you've decided to stay and fight, it means you don't want to lose this war."

Send us there now to help Thorin Oakenshield kill Azog, and we'll have won half the war.

Upon hearing this, the Thought Form fell silent.

He had to admit, he was tempted.

The current situation remains unpredictable, and the situation will become even more complicated after both sides send reinforcements.

In this situation, Ravenhill is the key to the battle. In order for the huge sum of two thousand Magic Points to be successfully received, Azog must die, and Bolg and his Gundabad Orcs cannot live either.

"Ren, I will take you there."

"This is too much." Bilbo immediately went to Aaron. "Let's go, I'm going to get ready."

"Wait a moment." A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Thought Form. "Since you're going, let's go all out."

"What's the meaning?"

The Thought Form did not answer, but instead jumped to the top of the tower and looked at the flames of all sizes in the River Valley City, waving its Wand.

The next moment, all the flames in the River Valley City transformed into a crimson light that flowed towards the tower and was completely absorbed into the mouth of the Thought Form.

The group stared in disbelief at the scene, utterly shocked, but unable to find the words to describe it.

The Thought Form let out a burp and casually commented, "It tastes good, but it's a little burnt."

"You ate the flames?" Bilbo stammered.

"Calm down, I'm Warlock, this is just a normal procedure to restore my strength."

Upon hearing this, the three of them simultaneously turned their gazes to Gandalf, as if asking: Is what he said true?

Gandalf:...

"Nonsense, no one but the Balrog can devour flames."

"Now you can see the answer."

"Who exactly are you?"

"I remember telling you the answer to that question before," the Thought Form said calmly. "Do you need me to repeat it?"

Gandalf's eye twitched. He thought of Aaron's self-introduction earlier and wondered if he should say "MMP" (a vulgar expression).

"The important business is ahead of us, please take us there quickly."

"Hey!"

The Thought Form quickly retrieved the Magic Carpet, causing Bilbo to frown and ask worriedly, "With so many of us, can the Magic Carpet carry us?"

"What are you thinking about? This is for you." The Thought Form solemnly placed the Magic Carpet in Bilbo's hands. "If I run out of strength in a little while, you'll have to take me away."

Although Bilbo was puzzled, he nodded nonetheless.

The Thought Form then had several people grab his arms, Apparition to Ravenhill.

"This is amazing! We're already in Ravenhill?" Tauriel was shocked. This teleportation technique completely shattered her worldview.

Legolas was also surprised and uncertain. Elves also knew some magic, but they had never seen this kind of magic before.

"Where are Thorin and the others?" Gandalf asked.

The Thought Form pointed to the frozen lake behind them, where Thorin was engaged in a fierce battle with Azog on the lake. Perhaps due to a burst of anger, he was fighting Azog to a standstill, even gaining a slight advantage. As for the others, they were helping him hold off the remaining orcs, their roles quite clear.