"Awooo..."
"Giddyup! Giddyup!"
"Clack clack clack..."
"Faster! Faster!"
"Dwalin, Thorin, they're closing in!"
"Archers!" Thorin shouted. "Take down the ones closest to us!"
"Got it!" Kili replied, taking his bow and arrow from his horse's back, swiftly nocking an arrow and focusing for a moment. Paying no heed to the running horse, he spun around and loosed an arrow.
Swish!... Thwack!
A high-speed Orc scout dropped down!
Kili continued nocking arrows, spinning around to loose another.
"Swish!"
"Thwack!"
Yet another Orc tumbled off a Worg.
An Yang rode atop the violently bucking horse, muttering a spell under his breath, then pointed toward the ground.
"Whoosh!"
Something burst out of the earth.
Moments later, two Orc scouts passed through here as several vines suddenly erupted from the ground, writhing like living things and tightly binding the front legs of the two Worgs, instantly throwing the charging beasts off balance.
"Bang!"
The Worgs collapsed to the ground in a sprawling posture. At a high speed of tens of kilometers per hour, the Orc scouts on their backs flew off at high speed without a shadow of a doubt. Ahead of them lay a pile of rubble An Yang had specifically prepared for them, and one could easily imagine the fate in store for these two Orc scouts!
Turning to shoot an arrow, Kili saw this scene and couldn't help casting an approving look at An Yang. "Not bad!"
Paying no heed to several casualties, the lead Orc raised his weapon and shouted, "Go around, flank them, leave these dwarf scum no way out!"
Thorin soon also realized that horses could not match the speed of Worgs—especially since many Worgs carried no Orcs, allowing them to run recklessly and catch up to the dwarves. Once the dwarves fell into a quagmire, it would