Dragon-Slaying Secret Art, the Destruction of the Gundabad Orcs

Gandalf led Legolas and Tauriel to fight the war, relieving the dwarves of some of the pressure, while the Thought Form One escorted Bilbo to Aaron's side.

The main body and the clone were in perfect harmony, and in no time they had eliminated the dozen or so orcs in front of them.

"We need to help Thorin quickly," Bilbo said.

"Not now, I need to restore my magic."

"That's why I'm here," the Thought Form said with a meaningful smile, before the microparticles merged with its main body.

Feeling the surge in magic power, Aaron felt a great sense of relief, finally experiencing a long-lost sense of security.

"Can we help Thorin now?" Bilbo asked anxiously, holding the Sting.

"Anyone else is fine, but you have to stay here. I'm counting on you for a bit."

"What are you talking about?" Bilbo asked, puzzled. "Is there anything more important than helping Thorin?"

"There really is one." Aaron gestured for Bilbo to turn his gaze to the sky, where a huge dark cloud was approaching Ravenhill, filled with swarms of giant bats.

"Gollum!" Bilbo felt a chill run down his spine and silently reached into his pocket, ready to put on the One Ring at any moment. "Have the Gundabad Orcs arrived?"

"Thorin won't die anytime soon. We need to find a way to stop this orc army. Not to mention the elves and dwarves below, we ourselves are in dire straits."

This is not an exaggeration; even eight people might not be able to be taken away by Apparition.

"What do you plan to do?" Bilbo asked in a deep voice.

Just as Aaron was about to explain, a swarm of giant bats flew over Ravenhill and attacked the dwarven Ironfoot Army on the battlefield below, instantly turning the tide of the battle to the orcs' side.

"Hopefully Radagast will be reliable and bring our reinforcements over soon."

"If it had been any later, the battle would probably have been over."

"Go! Kill them!" Bolg suddenly appeared in their line of sight, commanding his Gundabad Orcs vanguard to attack the group.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Without a word, Aaron used the Patronus Charm to construct a giant protective barrier, blocking the Bolg army on the other side of Ravenhill.

Upon seeing this, several clear black lines appeared on Azog's pale face.

Initially, only Oakenshield, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and an ordinary Warlock stormed Ravenhill. He thought it was a sure thing; it was only a matter of time before the garrison on Ravenhill took down these mere five men.

After that, their numbers doubled, but he didn't think it mattered; in fact, he was even a little excited.

The Elf King and that damned Grey Wizard are both here. If we can take their heads, the Orcs will basically win the battle. Although the garrison may be insufficient, the arrival of the Gangabae reinforcements will solve all problems.

But what did he see now? A Warlock named Ju Tong was blocking his reinforcements. This was nothing like what he had expected.

The moment Thorin seized Azog the God, he cleaved off his shoulder armor with a single sword strike. "Looks like you've made a mistake!"

"Hmph! An unexpected variable in the plan."

"It doesn't matter. How long do you think he can hold out with this kind of magic?" Azog sneered. "Perhaps this isn't a bad thing, because you're not facing the vanguard. The Gangabaean army will gather quickly and then easily crush you."

"Good idea." Aaron led Bilbo to the top of the watchtower and then gave Azog a harmless smile.

"I should have killed you first!" Azog roared angrily.

Aaron curled his lip dismissively, "You talk like you can kill me."

"Gaius, can you hold on?" Thorin asked.

"It's alright, I have a plan, I'm going to go big." Aaron glanced discreetly at the other side of Ravenhill, "But I didn't expect the audience to be so enthusiastic!"

"Is it really appropriate to say this now?" Bilbo asked nervously, because a large number of ferocious orcs were attacking the barrier less than ten meters away from them.

"I will unleash the most powerful magic I can currently cast to try and destroy this orc army, but after that, my magic will be depleted, and I won't be able to use even the most basic spells."

"My life is in your hands then; everyone else is unreliable."

Upon hearing this, Bilbo turned his head and glanced at the ever-growing orc army. Suddenly, he understood something and felt the Magic Carpet on his back become incredibly heavy.

"I understand. I will definitely protect you before I die."

Thanks.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and with a wave of his hand, he removed the protective barrier. The orc army surged forward like a tidal wave.

Upon seeing this, Aaron leaned forward slightly, took a running start, and jumped off the watchtower.

As he fell, he mobilized all the magic power in his body, flames bursting forth from his hands, which he then arranged in a spiral pose in front of him.

"Dragon-Slaying Secret Art - Crimson Lotus Exploding Flame Ninja".

The flames in Aaron's hands instantly expanded countless times, turning the massive flames into a powerful and destructive sea of fire that covered half of Ravenhill in the blink of an eye. Countless orcs were burned to ashes by the extreme heat before they even had time to react.

The massive explosion also triggered a chain reaction, shattering the ice lake on one side of Ravenhill and causing a large-scale collapse of the mountain.

Having narrowly escaped death from the flames, the orc had barely caught his breath before being swallowed up by the icy lake water, which carried countless pebbles.

The number of Gundabad Orcs, and less than half a week later, even these incredibly lucky ones were half-dead and had trouble even standing up.

Aaron knelt on a Monolith, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

As expected, the Dragon-Slaying Secret Art Technique directly drained his magic power, but the effect was still quite astonishing.

The Gundabad Orcs completely crippled. All that's left is for Radagast reinforcements to arrive, and the war will be over.

Just then, Aaron heard heavy footsteps.

Turning his head, he nearly had a heart attack from fright. He saw Bolg wielding a black Hammer, charging rapidly towards him.

Holy crap! They're still alive?!

Bolg wasn't brainless to lead an army; he sensed immense danger the moment Aaron uttered the words "Dragon-Slaying Secret Art."

Death warnings kept ringing in his mind. Almost instinctively, he lay down on the ground and grabbed a few orcs next to him to make several thick human shields for himself, which barely allowed him to survive the sea of fire.

Even so, he suffered many burns, but they were not serious injuries, which allowed him to escape the subsequent flood.

"Don't come any closer, it's really just a misunderstanding," Aaron said anxiously, inwardly cursing Bilbo for not coming to his rescue yet. He didn't have the strength to fight Bolg one-on-one right now!

"To die."

Bolg roared in fury, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that almost materialized.

The Gangdaba army was the key to the Orcs' victory in this war, their last bargaining chip, but now they have nothing left.

If it weren't for the giant bats, there would be no loss; their presence or absence would make no difference.

Now you actually have the nerve to say it's a misunderstanding? Even if he's out of his mind, he wouldn't believe you.

Moreover, Aaron is too threatening. He can use such exaggerated magic in less than a year. It is estimated that only his orc master can defeat him.

This is his weakest moment. If we don't kill him now, we'll never have another chance, and the orcs will never have a chance to rise again.

Just as Bolg raised his Hammer, and Aaron was about to use the last bit of magic to cast a spell, a stone struck Bolg precisely on the back of the head.

Feeling dizzy, Bolg staggered.

At this critical moment, Bilbo seized the opportunity, controlling the Magic Carpet to grab Aaron's arm and lift him into the air.

Having narrowly escaped death, Aaron glared at Bilbo with resentment, "Why did you take so long to arrive?"

"That's fast enough," Bilbo said, but when he met Aaron's suspicious gaze, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. "Alright! I was truly amazed by your magic."

This is outrageous! An entire army wiped out in a single move. Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it.

"Heh! So you've forgotten about me?" Aaron was speechless. "You should have come to save me immediately."

"Uh... I was only shocked for a few seconds," Bilbo said sullenly. "I rushed over to save you the moment Bolg crawled out of the pile of corpses."

Upon hearing this, Aaron rolled his eyes in anger.

Damn it!

If you could save those few seconds of shock, I wouldn't have been so terrified while listening to Bolg's mouth. I've never been this excited before.

"Huh?" Bilbo was taken aback. "Your current state is not suitable for the battlefield."

"Don't worry, Gandalf and the others are all safe. The scattered orcs on Ravenhill pose no threat to me at all."

Bilbo thought so too, and immediately controlled the Magic Carpet to return to Ravenhill.

When Bolg saw them arrive, he roared angrily, wishing he could sprout wings and fly into the sky.

"Impotent rage." Aaron said sarcastically, then leaned back tactically. "I was just being sarcastic. All orcs deserve to die. There's no misunderstanding whatsoever."

Even though Bolg was trembling with anger, he knew he couldn't do anything to them, so he simply pretended not to see them and quickly ran towards the top of Ravenhill.

Now that the army is gone, the only way to win this war as quickly as possible is to help Azog take down Thorin and the others.

Near the ice lake at Ravenhill, Gandalf and his men had almost completely cleared out the orc guards.

The situation naturally underwent a huge change. Originally, it was orcs besieging a few dwarves, but now it is dwarves, elves, and Warlock besieging Azog.

Even the Cangshan half-orc Azog couldn't help but feel a little guilty when surrounded by seven people.

Just then, Bolg arrived, giving him a glimmer of hope for victory.

"Bolg, you've come, which means that Warlock is dead, right?"

"Quickly mobilize our troops and slaughter them all!"