Chapter 490

"Half-orc arrows!"

"Prepare for battle!"

Legolas saw that the arrows embedded in the door were extremely crude and hurriedly shouted a warning.

Without a second thought, Aragorn immediately dragged over several tables and other objects, piling them behind the doors as temporary barricades and cover.

Boromir reacted just as quickly. His gaze swept toward a corner, and he rushed over to pick up two heavy long-handled battle axes from beside the dwarf bones. He swiftly wedged them behind the doors, locking the two panels firmly in place. Then Legolas and Aragorn both took their bows from their backs, retreated several steps, nocked arrows, and aimed at the doors. Boromir raised the longsword and knight's shield in his hands and stood steadily at Aragorn's side. Wang Zhen and the others also drew their weapons, ready for battle. Intentionally or otherwise, everyone shielded the four Hobbits behind them—although Frodo and the other three Hobbits had also passionately drawn their gleaming little swords, their collagen-filled young faces full of determination, no one expected them to join the fight. As long as they did not get themselves killed, they were already helping. Gimli the dwarf let out a roar, drew the second axe from his back, gripped one in each hand, and stood murderously atop the stone coffin of his cousin Balin. His short, stout body resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"Damn half-orcs! Come on! As long as Gimli still stands, the dwarven race still stands! I'll chop every last one of you bastards to pieces!" Gimli glared with bloodshot eyes at the two trembling wooden doors. Through the cracks, he could see the gray-green-skinned, hideous half-orcs reeking of stench surging toward them like a tide. He could not help licking his dry lips as he muttered under his breath, the