Azog's Humiliation After Death, the War Ends

"I told you long ago, there's no need to talk about morality with orcs." Aaron walked up to Thorin and said meaningfully, "I think you should understand now."

Thorin nodded helplessly, then, with the help of Fili and Kili, he lifted his right foot, which had been pierced by the blade. "This is a lesson. You saved me again."

"I've saved you countless times along the way, so one more time won't make a difference."

"What about Legolas? How is he?"

"They don't need your cunning." Aaron pointed to a stone tower that was suspended in mid-air but kept collapsing not far away and couldn't help but sigh, "I am ashamed of myself!"

"When it comes to fighting, I've never seen anything so elegant."

With the agility unique to elves, Legolas nimbly stepped over the falling stones to reach Bolg, then delivered a spinning scissor kick that brought Bolg down.

Both of them nearly fell off the cliff, but they managed to grab onto the rock face and flip back up as they fell.

In their next encounter, Legolas thrust his blade at Bolg, but Bolg grabbed his right hand.

He slowly raised his head and gave Legolas a provocative smile. Legolas returned the smile, then used a nearby rock to push off with both feet and stomp on Bolg's shoulders.

Legolas flipped the dagger in his hand and plunged it into Bolg's head.

Bolg's eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

The moment he fell, the stone tower collapsed under the weight. Legolas did a backflip and jumped to the shore, while Bolg was buried at the bottom of the cliff by the rubble.

"It's finally over." Gandalf breathed a heavy sigh of relief. With Azog and Bolg gone, the Orcs were leaderless and doomed to defeat.

Without defeating Erebor, it would be extremely difficult for the Angmar to rise again. Sauron would also be powerless without resources, and Middle-earth -earth would remain peaceful for a long time.

"Almost there," Aaron said meaningfully. "I think we should make use of this waste, for example, by dumping Azog's body on Dain."

Everyone:...

Holy crap! We were too narrow-minded.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Bilbo chuckled. "Even if he was a wicked man in life, he's dead now, and look at his eyes, they clearly show he died with his eyes open."

"Bilbo, you're still too soft-hearted." Aaron shrugged. "The education I received from childhood taught me that enemies are not worthy of sympathy, much less pity. You can use any means necessary to deal with enemies."

"What kind of education did you receive?" Bilbo asked in astonishment, very curious about what kind of family could raise such an... elite.

"Uh... that's not important."

Thorin, it's your decision: should we use Azog's body?

Thorin was silent for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

Although he avenged the great hatred between his ancestors and relatives, Azog died too easily, especially since he had just launched a sneak attack without any martial ethics. Using his corpse to relieve some pressure on the dwarves can be considered a form of atonement.

"Beautiful!" Aaron snapped his fingers and waved his Wand at Azog's corpse, "Wingardium Leviosa."

As the incantation was uttered, Azog's corpse flew down Ravenhill, but instead of landing in front of Dain, it stopped in the air above the battlefield and was disemboweled by a Great Eagles.

Upon seeing Azog's corpse, all the orcs completely lost their will to fight.

After the Great Eagles arrived, they lost hope in the war and even considered retreating, but Azog did not send troops, so they had no choice but to fight to the death.

But now that the Supreme Commander is gone, they can run away without any psychological burden.

Dain immediately seized the opportunity and loudly announced that Azog had been killed by the king.

The dwarven army immediately perked up, each one acting as if possessed by a war god. They dared to fight even giant beasts one-on-one, let alone orcs.

Looking down from Ravenhill, the group saw the dwarf Dain chasing and killing the orcs as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

"It turns out I was right." Aaron's expression was somewhat unnatural. He knew that Azog's corpse would have an effect, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

His plan was to cut the orcs back into those huge caves, which would be a great victory. But Dain actually sent people to block the cave entrances. How much Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) did he drink to be so fierce?

Meanwhile, the combined forces of elves and humans in River Valley City also launched an attack, with Thranduil and Bard leading the charge, adding two weights to the scales of victory.

After descending Ravenhill, the orcs were completely annihilated.

Thorin gave Dain a big hug, then looked at the leaders of the elves and humans and solemnly expressed his gratitude.

Although the war was won, too many lives were lost; peace was bought with countless lives.

The celebration of the victory was scheduled for tomorrow. Before the end of the day, they would first collect the bodies of their respective tribesmen and pray for the fallen warriors.

Thranduil followed Thorin into the King's Hall and successfully retrieved the Elf Tribe national treasure White Gem.

"I don't like elves, but these are yours, dwarves."

"Furthermore, on behalf of my grandfather, I apologize to you," Thorin said solemnly. "Although it may be inappropriate to say this, he was probably not mentally sound at the time, and I hope you can forgive him."

"We elves have made too many sacrifices for this cursed place," Thranduil said expressionlessly. "I hope you don't follow in your grandfather's footsteps."

"No." Thorin shook his head, took the Arkenstone from the throne in front of his people, elves and humans, and then looked at Aaron. "Gaius, I present this gem to you as the king of the dwarves."

"It's for me." Aaron was somewhat flattered. The Arkenstone was a king's certificate, equivalent to the Dwarves ' royal seal. Was it really appropriate to give it to a human?

"Take it!" Thorin placed the gem in Aaron's hand. "This gem has a seductive power; I dare not pass it on to the next king."

Of all the people I know, no one is more suitable than you.

"If that's how you put it, then I'll shamelessly accept it." Aaron grinned. "But you should be prepared, I'll probably melt it down and forge it into a weapon."

"That would be the worst possible situation. Do you need the dwarves' help?"

The dwarves' blacksmithing skills are absolutely second to none in Middle-earth.

Aaron waved his hand, indicating his refusal.

The dwarves' forging skills are indeed excellent, but the weapons they create are probably similar to the Orcrist.

There's only this one piece of the Lonely Mountain Heart, so it's better to hand it over to Argus Ancestor after you go there; he's the professional.

As night fell, Aaron successfully collected the quest reward of two thousand Magic Points.

Just as I was about to open my personal panel, I felt a warm sensation in my left arm.

Lifting up his sleeve, the Gaius family crest was faintly visible, a symbol of their lineage.

Upon seeing the familiar World Tree symbol, Aaron couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and then burst into laughter, but as he laughed, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

An overwhelming sense of grievance welled up in his heart. Heaven knows how he endured the past half year, not having enough to eat or wear, and spending every day either rushing on the road or rushing on the road.

That's fine, it's only right to suffer a little after signing the contract.

But then things went too far. He went to jail, was relentlessly hunted down, fought a dragon-slaying battle, and finally joined a massive war.

This trip to another world wasn't too dangerous for him, but it was incredibly exciting.

Calling it Hell mode is a bit of an exaggeration, but there is still a difficult mode.

I thought it was still a long way off to get to home, but I never expected the surprise to come so unexpectedly.

"Master, now..."

No, there's something else I need to take care of.

Aaron suppressed his excitement and lay down on the bed, preparing to take a nap.

He was definitely more tired than anyone else today. He had killed at least four figures of orcs, but the consumption of magic power and physical strength was also unprecedented. His body couldn't hold on without a rest.

The next day, early morning.

Aaron woke up from his sleep, quickly washed his face, and left the room.

To his surprise, Bilbo also came out of his room and packed his luggage.

The two exchanged a smile, said nothing, and walked tacitly towards the City Gate.

"Are you going to take over the family?"

"I suppose so! I also informed Gandalf." Bilbo smiled easily. "Thorin has inherited the throne, Bard has taken away enough wealth to build River Valley City, Thranduil has taken the national treasure, and the threat of the orcs is no longer there."

It seems everyone got what they wanted, and it's time for my journey to come to an end.

"Really? I think so too."

As soon as the two stepped out of the City Gate, thirteen dwarves, including Thorin, stood there.

Gandalf walked up to the two men with a smile, "Please forgive me for informing them."

"Even if you're leaving, you should at least say goodbye to us!" Thorin said, somewhat dissatisfied.

"I don't really like farewell scenes." Aaron pursed his lips, took out his Wand and waved it lightly, and a silver-white raven flew out. "But my Patronus will tell you after I leave."

Bilbo walked up to the group, pondered for a moment, and said, "If any of you happen to pass by Bag End, um... afternoon tea starts at four o'clock, with plenty of refreshments. We look forward to welcoming you anytime, no knocking required!"

The dwarves smiled knowingly and bowed to Bilbo Bagins, as if they were 'at his beck and call' for the first time they entered Bag End.

Under the watchful eyes of the thirteen dwarves, Aaron, Bilbo, and Gandalf each mounted a small horse and slowly rode along the Shire's path.

However, just after leaving the area of Lonely Mountain, a white horse blocked their way.

"Prince Legolas," Gandalf asked, somewhat surprised, "Was King Thranduil sent you?"

"No, this has nothing to do with my father. I'm looking for him." Legolas looked at Aaron meaningfully. "I believe you should still remember what you promised me."