"Arrows?"
Everyone was startled and hurriedly turned their heads, only to see a group of Orcs appearing around them at some unknown point, constantly firing arrows in their direction. At the same time, large numbers of Orcs rapidly closed in, their footsteps echoing everywhere.
Ganahta's hands rose uncontrollably, and she unleashed a Chain Lightning. The lightning leaped from one Orc to another, turning the archers into charred corpses.
Ganahta looked disgruntled and grumbled inwardly, I feel like a puppet. I never should have agreed to Andrew's request.
"Excellent magic!"
Seeing Ganahta deal with the archers, Gandalf was overjoyed. He drew his longsword, holding a staff in one hand and a sword in the other, and shouted, "They're Orcs! Let's get out of the mine and fight our way through!"
Definitely a Melee Mage.
Andrew grumbled inwardly, then shouted, "You run. I'll cover the rear."
Hearing that Smaug would cover the rear, everyone immediately felt reassured. Led by Gandalf and Ganahta, they quickly fled forward.
Before long, they encountered a Troll and a large number of Orcs. Gandalf's expression changed, and just as he was about to do something, Ganahta dashed forward and sent the over-three-meter-tall, several-hundred-pound Troll flying more than ten meters with a single punch. With a bang, it crashed into the mountain wall, leaving a deep dent in it.
Both sides were stunned. They had not expected Éomer to be so formidable in close combat as well as magic.
Of course, no one paid too much attention to it. After all, the mages of this world were all absurdly capable fighters. They were more excited than anything else. If even a Troll was no match for them, they would definitely be able to escape.
"Kill!"
Everyone shouted. Ganahta dealt with the Troll while Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, and Gloin