Chapter 1090 1072. Leave
Lan En did not speak, nor did he make any excited movements.
He just had a fireball suspended above his left hand, and then approached the orcs who were squeezing towards the square's defense line.
But as his footsteps got closer and closer, the heat of the fireball got closer and closer.
The orc standing at the back suddenly raised his voice and spoke with his difficult and difficult voice. A rough voice spoke a black language.
He turned around, facing away from the square defense line that he had just wanted to rush in to. Nervously, he looked at Lan En first, then turned his head and looked back, moving back and forth quickly.
It seems that if you turn your head a little slower, you will be dead by the time you turn your head.
His black language was spoken loudly, but he didn’t know what he said. It was just that many orcs who were crowding behind to come forward quickly turned around after hearing this and looked at the approaching ones. Lan En.
They seemed to dare not approach Lan En first, but they were unable to break forward.
It’s just that the eyes of many orcs have been looking towards the river next to them.
These orcs fought against the square's defense line for more than ten minutes, with dead bodies and blood all over the place, but the crazy influx never slowed down.
But after Lan En arrived, they began to shrink back.
Even though the battle has only been going on for ten minutes, the news that there is a "ghost" in this town has already been known to all the orcs who came in.
But Lan En did not hesitate for even a second because of the enemy's flinch.
After walking a certain distance, he held his left hand and extinguished the fireball suspended in his hand.
[Spell·Fireball] not only has lethality, but also has an explosive effect. It would be too stupid to use it on the entangled battle lines.
He has more reasonable tactical choices.
The orcs just breathed a sigh of relief because the fireball disappeared, but then "Hula~"
The sound of flames spurting came from the hands that closed and then opened forward.
[Spell·Jet Flame].
But unlike the records in the "Great Swamp Spell Book", the original [Spray Flame] is like the advanced knowledge of the Wolf School Witcher's [Igni Sign], and can produce a continuous flow of flames like a flame spray gun.
But now, the lines of orcs and humans are intertwined and squeezed together, and the probability of accidental injury from the continuous [Jet Flame] is too high.
So Lan En just snapped his fingers forward.
It clicked.
A brief, condensed, but controlled flame stream swept forward.
Just like the original [Igni Seal].
As Lan En was learning [spell], he began to speculate about the fire of the spell, "whether this flame is closely related to life."
Mentos invested his computing power in this direction, and now, he can simply and limitedly make some 'minor' modifications to the spells he has learned.
This phenomenon undoubtedly proves the correctness of the direction of his guess.
The power of the cursed fire is much greater than that of normal flames.
The orcs who had been burned suddenly burst into shrill screams, and then they couldn't care less and jumped into the water channel next to them, regardless of the effect of jumping into the armor on their bodies.
The pain and fear caused by fire are instinctive.
The orcs lost their push, and they were about to control the front line where the shield guards had squeezed in. At this time, they were suddenly pushed back.
As Lan En walked closer, his long knife left a cold arc of light in mid-air. The orcs crowded in front of the front line were like onions being peeled layer by layer. Thinner and less.
Finally, after all the orcs in front of the line were dead, the shield-bearing guards swallowed in silence and looked up at the tall figure in front of them.
"Please give way." Lan En said softly.
The guards quickly backed away as if they had just woken up from a dream.
Lan En waved back, so at the corner where he had just blasted with [Spell·Fireball], several townspeople were running towards this direction, holding children or holding their own chickens and ducks. Come.
It wasn't until the last person entered the square's defense line that Lan En also walked in.
"You rescued all these people?" Bud walked forward and suddenly realized, "And those before? How is the situation outside?"
Who can save people in such a chaotic and dangerous town now? Not many people have this ability.
"I cut off the bridge connecting Long Lake Town to the shore, but don't expect to stop the orcs. They will not give up in order to kill the dwarves."
Lan En's The first sentence made Bud sigh with relief, but then it made him frown again.
After the witcher briefly explained the situation to Bard, he turned to look at Thorin who was standing aside.
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
"Just as I was about to leave, you came." Thorin put the beast-biting sword back into its scabbard, like the Lake Lady's Sword, which kills people without staining any blood. "Now I'm thinking of ways to get Bard to agree to our departure."
"Heh, it seems that Master Bard has soared into the sky now."
Lan smiled without any malice. Laughing, Bard shook his head bitterly, and then the demon hunter's face became serious again.
"You have to let the dwarves leave quickly, otherwise the casualties will be even greater! Do you know how many people in the town have not come to the square because of the bell before?"
"The orcs had left a second earlier. A few more people can survive." Bud pursed his lips and nodded. If he hadn't been because of the movement of the fireball in Lan En's hand, he would have relented by now.
Immediately, before the next wave of the orcs’ attack arrived, Bard greeted them loudly.
"Get a boat! The orcs are coming with the dwarves! The dwarves are willing to leave the town and lure them away!"
As soon as they heard this, two or three of the townspeople quickly A man dropped his weapon and took a long pole to hook a boat from the waterway around the square.
"Don't worry." Thorin was excited when he saw that he was about to embark on the journey to the Lonely Mountain.
He patted Bard's arm: "We will leave in front of the orcs, so that they will immediately be sure that we have nothing to do with this town."
"This is the best." Bard was still in a bad mood, Although he didn't lose his temper because of his personality, he didn't say anything nice to Thorin.
Just drop a sentence coldly.
The flannel ball jumped up from the ground to Lan En's shoulder, and was picked up there again.
Lan En scratched the flannel ball's chin, and Eluma narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.
When he first came over, he saw Fili and Bofur slashing orcs with swords, and knew that Velvet Ball had brought everyone from the Bard family over.
Lan En is very confident about Ellu Cat. Not to mention that this skill is equivalent to being taught by him personally, and the alchemy bombs he allocates to flannel balls are quite a lot.
It's a pity that I didn't get a space expansion pack for it when I was in Aretuosa last time, otherwise the load would be even greater.
Taking advantage of this moment, the townspeople who had long been accustomed to living in Changhu Town easily hooked up two boats.
They are all small boats used by the townspeople for daily travel. They are not big, but they are flexible enough for all the dwarves to fit in them.
Thorin stood at the edge of the square, organizing the dwarves to throw supplies and equipment into the boat.
Based on the architectural style of Changhu Town, this square actually has a small ferry for parking boats.
The townspeople, whose eyes were shining just now under Thorin's speech and the treasure of the Lonely Mountain, are now avoiding the dwarves, not wanting to have contact with them, and just hoping that they will leave quickly. .
Thorin could understand this, but in the flickering firelight, his eyes became darker due to fatigue and lack of rest.
The dwarves hurriedly got on the boat and unskillfully operated the oars and long poles.
This is not only because they are eager to get to Lonely Mountain, but also because they do not want the people in Changhu Town to be attacked by more orcs.
But when Fili and Oin were helping Kili to get on the boat, Thorin, who was standing on the ferry, held down his two nephews.
"There is only one full day left until the day of Turin. During this time we have to cross the Long Lake, and we have to walk a while overland after landing. You will hold back our march, Kili. You have to stay here."
Thorin said calmly, there were wooden houses that collapsed due to fire in the distance of the waterway, mixed with the screams of orcs and humans.
He deliberately avoided his nephew's disbelieving gaze.
"What?" the weak Qili said with difficulty and pleading, "No, no no! I must be present when entering the ancestral hall! I have grown up listening to the stories there since I was born! You know, Thorin! "
"If it were normal, I would take care of you. I can carry you all the way to the top of the Lonely Mountain. But not now, Qili will not do it anymore." She avoided her nephew's gaze and looked at him seriously to show her determination.
“This is the only chance to restore the country in the prophecy! The whole team has been on the road for a year, just for tomorrow! Look at your legs now, they can’t even move!”
< br>As he said that, Thorin patted Kili's shoulder in a final comforting manner.
"When we take back Gushan, you can stay in the Ancestral Palace as long as you want. Now you are resting here, understand?"
Lan En and Fangbuqiu also appeared on the small ferry in the square: "You have to move faster, Thorin. The next wave of the orcs' attack will not take long, especially now that they know you are here."
The dwarf prince nodded, then turned around and boarded the ship. .
But Kili’s brother, Fili. Oin and Bofur, who were responsible for taking care of the patients, also stayed.
Thorin did not look back, but stood at the bow of the ship and waved forward: "Forward! Let's go!"
The dwarves started rowing, and Lann followed them on the nearby trail, guiding them in the direction of the town's sluice.
Lan En's estimate was correct. The orcs' attack came again within a minute after they left.
But Bud was not as desperate as before.
He just ordered the remaining dwarves to hide themselves, and then deliberately asked the shield-bearing guards to drive the orcs to the direction of the waterway during the battle, and watched with his own eyes as the dwarves left in boats.
As expected, although the orcs have twisted sadistic desires, orders are orders.
Seeing that the highest-level target actually left here on a boat, the humans in this square were completely worthless in the eyes of the orcs.
The evil and filthy black language roared to convey the message, and finally there was another blast of horns at the edge of the town.
Bard in the square looked at the figures of the orcs stepping on the roof and turning away. He didn't see much happiness. Instead, he still looked worriedly at the lonely snow-capped mountains in the distance.
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