" Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the bushes in the distance, causing several archers to raise their bows and arrows.

"Ah! Fire! Death!" A figure riding a sleigh pulled by a dozen rabbits burst out of the underbrush.

"Radagast!" Gandalf recognized the newcomer and quickly motioned for everyone to lower their weapons.

"Brown robe wizard Radagast? Probably a senior wizard like Gandalf," Roland thought to himself. In this world without Valar and Maiar, Roland couldn't fully grasp the rank of the brown-robed wizard from the original tales.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. This is wizard Radagast," Gandalf introduced to the group.

"Radagast, why are you here?" Gandalf asked curiously.

"I came looking for you. Greenwood is sick!" Radagast lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"Huh?" Gandalf looked at him suspiciously.

"Uh..." As expected, poor Radagast, as Roland knew, had forgotten what he was going to say again. Roland's face changed, he turned his head immediately, and scanned the surroundings. Sure enough, Radagast opened his mouth and pulled out a huge bug.

The knight who saw this scene immediately vomited.

Even the normally stoic dwarves twitched at the corners of their eyes, while Bilbo's face turned blue and purple.

Roland was glad he missed the sight of the meal, otherwise, the sight would have been unbearable.

"Ha! It's a insect!" Radagast finally exclaimed happily.

" The knights who had just restrained their stomachs couldn't hold back any longer.

"The Greenwood is sick, darkness covers the earth, everything stops growing, the air is full of rancidity, and the worst is those webs."

"Webs? What webs?" Gandalf asked in surprise.

"It's spiders! Big ones. I'm pretty sure they're the descendants of Ungoliant. I followed them and found that they came from Dol Guldur!" Radagast said seriously.

"Dol Guldur? The old fortress?" Gandalf said in surprise. "It's been deserted long ago!"

"No! No! A necromancer is entrenched there..." Radagast began to recall, his voice full of fear.

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"Hey! Take some old Toby tobacco, it will help you feel at ease." Gandalf handed over his pipe. Looking at Radagast, who took a deep breath, Gandalf asked, "Now can you be sure that it is the Necromancer?"

Radagast didn't speak but took out a cloth bag from his arms. "This is definitely not a weapon from the Human World!" he affirmed.

Gandalf opened the cloth bag with a bitter face, and his expression changed drastically. He was about to speak when a howl interrupted him.

"What is that? Are there wolves in this forest?" Bilbo asked curiously.

"What the hell! The whole army is on alert! It's a warg!" Roland's expression changed.

"Qiang!" Reynold drew his long sword.

"Roar!" A figure jumped out of the shadows, this time the warg was obviously stronger than any Roland had encountered before.

"Death!" Carlos raised his spear and was about to throw it, but the archers, who had been on alert, were faster, and a sharp arrow pierced the warg's eye socket.

"Damn it! Warg scout!" Gandalf's face changed drastically.

"We are being hunted! The half-orc army is nearby!" Roland panicked.

"Ah!" A knight was thrown down by a warg. Fortunately, his reliable teammates chopped off the warg's head with one swift strike.

"Leave the woods!" Roland forced himself to calm down.

"Sir! How should we go?" Reynold came to Roland at this moment.

"Gandalf! Take us to Rivendell!" Roland shouted.

"This way!" Gandalf hurriedly pointed the way.

"Why go to Rivendell? Do you think those elves will help us?" Thorin said angrily.

"My friend, if you want to be drowned by the torrent of orcs, then do it yourself! Thorin's bloodline will end today! I will not bring my knights to die with you!" Roland said coldly.

"If you think 13 dwarves can fight the half-orc army, then you are free! Knights! Let's go!" Roland urged his horse forward.

Thorin should feel lucky. After all, in the original tale, they lost all their ponies, and now they still had means of transportation. Based on the principle of not taking immediate losses, Thorin eventually led his followers to join Roland.

"Gandalf! You take them away! We will stay behind! Otherwise, no one will be able to leave!" Roland shouted.

"Get out of here! All archers obey orders! Follow them and keep them safe!" Roland turned his horse after speaking.

"Brothers of the Holy Glory Knights, let's go to the plain!" Roland called the knights to rush to the plain beside them.

Sure enough, the half-orc army was attracted and didn't notice the small group's departure.

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"No!" Thorin said in pain while sitting on his horse.

"Let's go back and save them!" At this moment, Thorin had not been affected by the curse of the Lonely Mountain; he was still the dwarf who was extremely loyal to his friends.

"Come back! They paid a great price to let us go! We cannot fail them!" Gandalf stopped his foolish behavior.

"We should find elves!" said an archer.

"It's very close to Rivendell, and there should be cavalry and rangers guarding around here!" Another Batenian archer analyzed.

"Yes, we should seek the help of King Elrond!" Gandalf's eyes penetrated the distance.

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"The whole team! Line up!" Roland stopped his war horse to let it rest for a while.

"I'll give you the command!" Roland said to Reynold.

"Yes, your lord!" Reynold took the task worriedly.

"Don't worry, Carlos will support us at any time!" Roland patted his shoulder with a relaxed expression.

Leaving everyone's sight meant Roland's strongest combat power could be fully unleashed, and the dragon knights were simply unbeatable against the half-orc wolf cavalry hunting down the dwarves.

"You don't know, right? Carlos is a dragon knight, the kind with flying dragons." Roland asked, looking at the confused Reynold.

"Uh... No one really told me..." Reynold took a deep look at Carlos. It was unbelievable that this handsome guy had a dragon in his pocket! No wonder Lord Roland wasn't panicked and even took others away.

"Ow!"

"Roar!"

The messy wolf cavalry appeared in Roland and his group's field of vision, about two or three hundred strong.

"That's it?" Roland almost spat out.

"Ah, hehehe." Reynold, who was originally nervous, smiled dryly at the moment.

"This..." Carlos covered his face.

The half-orcs who were scared to death were so frightened, Roland, Reynold, and Carlos all covered their faces. How embarrassing! To tell others that they had a knight order that let three hundred orc wolf cavalry scare them out of the plain from the woods, and even prepared to unleash a flying dragon to fight... Roland took a few glances around. No outsiders, very good! Otherwise, he might consider silencing witnesses.

"Little ones! Charge!" The soul of the King of the Mountain instantly possessed Roland, shouting slogans, spearing, and riding horses.

"Knights! Charge!" Reynold blushed and ordered the knights to activate their charge skills. The horses rushed out in neat steps. From the sky, 100 apprentice knights under Reynold's command rushed out, performing a difficult wall charge.

"Boom!" The next moment, the wall of steel hit the orcs heavily.