Chivalry Is a Lie

Bolg hesitated, worried that Azog wouldn't be able to accept Reality Stone.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm still alive." Aaron's smug voice came from above, catching Azog completely off guard.

"Bolg, where are our troops?"

"If nothing unexpected happened, they would have been wiped out." Aaron said calmly, with a hint of regret in his voice. "But there was still an unexpected incident. A few dozen of them were tougher and were just a little short of dying."

However, once we win this battle, I believe the dwarves will be happy to finish off the enemy.

Azog was stunned. He turned to look at Bolg and saw that he was silent. He immediately realized that this was not a lie and that his army was probably really doomed.

"Why are you still alive?" Azog grabbed Bolg by the neck, furious. "Why didn't you die with them?"

"Because we reacted quickly," Bolg explained guiltily. "You have no idea what just happened. That damned Warlock unleashed a flame more terrifying than Dragon Fire, burning our army to the ground."

The flames also melted the ice on Ravenhill, and the soldiers who survived were swallowed by the lake.

Upon hearing this, Azog suppressed his anger.

He desperately wanted to ask why he hadn't killed the Warlock to avenge himself, but the Magic Carpet above his head left him speechless.

Bolg is undoubtedly one of the top warriors among the orcs, but no matter how strong he is, he can't fight enemies in the air if he can't fly.

"I'm not killing you because you're my son, but because we're desperately short of other options." Azog coldly pushed Bolg away. "There's only one way to atone for your crimes, and you know what it is!"

Bolg nodded, then picked up his weapon and looked at the Elf King Legolas. "It's time to settle the score in Long Lake Town."

"I'll play along," Legolas said, squinting.

On the night he was chasing the orcs in Long Lake Town, he was accidentally punched in the nose by Bolg and bled.

The fact that the Elf King's son was slightly injured in the battle against the Orc King's son is a great disgrace, which can only be redeemed by the death of the other party.

Tauriel wanted to help, but Legolas refused.

Bolg is not weak, but he is confident that he can kill his opponent without needing anyone's help.

"Thorin Oakenshield." Azog looked at Thorin and provocatively asked, "Are you planning to fight one-on-one or all at once?"

"I almost forgot, the Durin royal family is here. They're definitely going to gang up on us!"

"I'll do it," Fili volunteered. "Uncle, let me go. Dwarves can't be looked down upon."

"I'll do it, Fili, don't try to take it from me."

"No, you are no match for him," Thorin said, shaking his head. "I'll take his place!"

Holy crap! Are you out of your mind?!

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. What's the point of talking about morality with an orc? Just attack him and kill him.

"Bilbo, you're quite good at throwing stones."

"When you get the chance, smash it into Azog's head. Don't hold back."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked up at the blanket hanging in mid-air, finding it hard to believe that a teenager had said it.

"Oakenshield, is this all the dwarven royal family can do?" Azog roared angrily. He had always thought that backstabbing and ambushing were the specialties of orcs, but today he realized that his perspective was too narrow.

"If you don't want a one-on-one fight, just say so. I'm not afraid of you all coming at me at once. Why resort to these underhanded tactics?"

Thorin's face darkened. "Bilbo, don't interfere."

This is a matter for the Durin people, and it should be resolved by us ourselves.

Bilbo:...

I don't think I meant anything!

"Idiot," Aaron muttered to himself. "Even if you gave him a chance, he wouldn't be able to do it!"

"That's true, but ambushing someone... is a bit unethical." Bilbo pursed his lips. "The heroes in the book all uphold the code of chivalry, let alone King Thorin."

"Give me a break! Chivalry is all a lie."

If you can win, you won't die, so you can play the chivalrous card. If you can't win, you'll definitely die, but you can still play the chivalrous card.

But what about Thorin? He was evenly matched with Azog, going toe-to-toe with him despite having an absolute advantage. I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't Satoshi.

Look at Legolas. He's confident of winning a one-on-one fight against Bolg. If I were to say anything more, it would be disrespectful to him.

Legolas:...

That sounds a bit strange.

"Shut up."

Azog roared angrily at Aaron, then charged at Thorin without regard for anything else.

He dared not let Aaron continue, lest he fool Thorin and turn the one-on-one duel into a group fight, which would be disastrous.

But since they're in the sky, there's no way to stop them. So the only option is to target Thorin. Once the fight starts, he won't think about anything else.

Azog swung his chained stone hammer at Thorin, Thorin knew he was no match for Azog in strength and could only hastily dodge.

The stone hammer was very powerful, but it also generated a lot of inertia. Thorin dodged two attacks and then slashed at Azog's left hand with his sword, but it was blocked by the blade on Azog's left arm.

Azog grinned maliciously and continued to swing his giant hammer at Thorin, Thorin could only dodge the powerful attacks.

The stone hammer kept striking the lake surface, and cracks gradually appeared on the ice.

Seeing this, Thorin immediately decided to use the ice to turn the tide. He moved around Azog, guiding his attack.

Soon the ice beneath their feet broke off, and they floated on the water like a small boat, swaying constantly.

Thorin lost his footing and slipped on the ice. As soon as he regained his footing, the stone hammer slid across the ice and struck his legs.

Thorin fell again, rolling to avoid Azog's attacks.

After several attempts, Thorin quickly got up and seized the opportunity to slash Azog in the abdomen with his sword.

However, his armor was incredibly tough, and the sword strike did not cause him much damage; instead, it enraged him.

Azog angrily turned and hurled his stone hammer, but this time he used too much force and the hammer slammed into the ice and couldn't be pulled out.

Azog looked at Thorin and suddenly thrust out his left-hand blade, but Thorin bent over to dodge it.

Just as he was about to launch another attack, a flock of Great Eagles Accio from behind Thorin.

The Brown Wizard Radagast joined the battle with reinforcements. The giant bats were like chicks in front of the Great Eagles, and were torn to pieces by the Great Eagles in just one round of attacks.

In addition, the Skin-changer Beorn also transformed into a giant bear, venting his hatred for the orcs like a meat grinder.

The orcs, who had just gained a slight advantage, instantly felt Despair spreading through their hearts, and Sheng Yang's fate completely sided with the dwarves, elves, and humans.

"We won! We definitely won this time!" Bilbo shouted excitedly.

Aaron, controlling the Magic Carpet, landed in front of Gandalf and said with satisfaction, "This wave of reinforcements is absolutely a dimensional attack. The orcish behemoth army has been almost completely wiped out. They have no power to fight back and are doomed."

Gandalf, unperturbed, gave Aaron a smug wink, "You arrived just in time."

"It was timely, but it would have been better if it had been earlier."

Gandalf:...

As Azog watched the Great Eagles fly away, he knew that the orcs' fate was sealed.

But he was extremely unwilling to pay such a heavy price for merely inflicting heavy damage on the dwarf and elf armies. He felt that he should at least take the heads of the dwarf king and the Elf King to barely break even.

But just as he came to his senses and was about to deal with Thorin, he found that Thorin quickly picked up the stone hammer on the ice and threw it to him.

Azog held the stone hammer, his mind filled with doubt.

What's going on? Oakenshield has given up resisting, and Julius has returned his weapon to him.

At that moment, Thorin suddenly took a step back and jumped onto the solid ice.

As he left, the ice floe beneath Azog's feet completely lost its balance and tilted uncontrollably downwards.

He immediately threw away the stone hammer, but it was too late; he struggled and fell into the icy lake.

"We won! Thorin won!" Dwalin laughed and cheered, Fili and Kili were also very excited.

"Don't be too happy yet," Aaron said with a stern face. "Azog is no ordinary orc. He didn't suffer any injuries. You could say he fell into the icy lake in perfect condition."

"Even with your physique, you could struggle for several minutes if you fell in. For the mighty King of the Orcs to be unable to even create a ripple is truly... unbelievable."

Upon hearing this, the men's expressions changed drastically.

They looked at Thorin, who sat on the ice with a relieved expression, and a sense of the Grim crept in.

"Thorin, get out of there!" Gandalf shouted.

Upon hearing the sound, Thorin paused for a moment, but as soon as he stood up, a sharp blade pierced his foot.

Azog burst through the ice, knocking Thorin down, and then plunged the blade from his left arm down hard.

Thorin instinctively held his sword horizontally in front of him, barely managing to block the fatal blow, but his strength was no match for Azog's, and he could only watch helplessly as the blade approached his chest.

"Thorin."

"Uncle." ×2.

Dwalin, Fili, Kili rushed over quickly. At this point, morality was no longer an option. The king was in imminent danger; who the hell cared about a duel between equals?

However, they had barely run halfway when a short sword radiating blue light struck first, piercing Azog's temple.

Azog let out a piercing scream. The immense pain made him forget about killing Thorin. He pulled out the Sting stuck in his temple and threw it aside. He staggered back a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

But his blue pupils were wide open, revealing his intense resentment before his death.

Ru Kuan would accept dying at Oakenshield's hands; after all, he was the king of the dwarves, and dying at his hands wouldn't diminish his status.

But just as he was about to kill Thorin Oakenshield and avenge his severed arm, he was suddenly taken by an unknown short sword. What could be more frustrating than that?

"Gaius." Bilbo looked at his empty right hand, shook his head with a wry smile, "Although I don't want to say it, well done."

"Thank you for the compliment. The story of your great-great-great-uncle Bullroarer Took, killing the Orc King is just a legend, but today's story is true."

Hobbit Bilbo, the Hobbit Bagins, indirectly helped the Dwarf King kill the Orc King Azog, and Sting will also go down in history, enough for you, his master, to brag about for a lifetime.