The smelly wolf blood splattered all over his body. He tried his best to pull out the sword that pierced the wolf's throat. Little Aragon gasped tiredly, raised his numb and weak arms, blocked the orc with the weapon in his hand and dropped an axe into his head, kicked it out, kicking the opponent to the ground.

"Huh!" As he rolled back, little Aragorn tried his best to avoid a sharp claw that had been pressed, but his sharp claws still passed through his face. In an instant, a scar with skin and flesh blooming appeared on Aragon's tender face, and blood gushed out of the wound, dyeing half of his face red.

Ignoring the splashing into his eyes and dyed his vision red blood, Little Aragon pursed his lips tightly, and before he could get up, his arm holding the sword was swung out fiercely.

"Click!"

A crisp sound of bone break appeared, and the front leg of the rushing wolf was cut off by Little Aragon. He screamed and fell to the ground.

"ah!"

The roar of effort appeared from the mouth of Little Aragon. He stabbed the weapon in his hand through the head of the wolf, resulting in its life and exhausted his last little energy!

"The physical strength has reached its limit..."

Although Little Aragon's gray eyes were still flashing with an unyielding fighting spirit, his body had reached its limit. He was young and his physical strength was far superior to ordinary people, but his internal strength was completely consumed. Without the bonus of internal strength, his strength and physical strength were not as good as those of the dwarves. In addition, after a series of battles, if it weren't for the unyielding fighting spirit that was supporting him, he would have fallen asleep long ago.

At this time, Thorin was struggling to fight with Azog. The other dwarves, under the siege of the wolves and orcs, were not very good. As for Bilbo, he was not a warrior. If Gandalf had not taken care of him, and those orcs and wolves had always skipped him unintentionally, he would have been torn to pieces.

After a quick glance around, Little Aragon wiped the blood in his eyes. When he was about to stand up, an Orc Wolf Knight drove the wolf and threw him to the ground with a thrust.

The sharp wolf claws were tightly clasped into the flesh and blood of his shoulders, bringing out a series of blood and pressing him to the ground.

Little Aragon screamed in pain, and the gray eyes reflected the increasingly larger wolf's mouth, and the disgusting smell was smelled, but he didn't feel afraid at all. What appeared in his mind at this moment was...

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm embarrassed and I'm going to die in the wolf's mouth!"

A bitter smile appeared unwillingly, and his vision was completely occupied by a wolf's mouth.

"Ah!"

But the next moment, a tragic howl appeared in the mouth of the wolf that was about to end his life, and was directly knocked out by a huge force. Then, he was lifted from the ground with one hand.

"Stand firm!"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Ji Mi who appeared in front of him. Little Aragon whispered: "Teacher!"

"Yeah!" Ji Mo nodded slightly, pressed his hand on Little Aragon's shoulder to cross a stream of energy, helping him stop the blood on his face, and then looked at the battlefield.

At this time, both sides were red in their eyes. In addition to the little Aragon saved by Ji Xiao, only Gandalf and Bilbo saw the silent appearance of Ji Xiao and Soga who followed Ji Xiao.

The two of them looked happy and nodded at Ji Mo.

Ji Mo's eyes swept over the orcs and wolves present, with expressionless faces. He had been observing the battle with his mental power before the battle began. As for the shouting of Little Aragon, he of course heard it.

However, he still regarded this experience as a trial for Little Aragon. According to the plot, there would be a giant eagle that came after Gandalf's call for help, so there should be no danger.

But what surprised him was that Little Aragon actually chose to take the initiative to join the war when facing such a situation!

This made Ji Mo praised the little guy's courage. After all, Little Aragorn didn't know that they had reinforcements, so he took the initiative to attack. Not everyone had the same many enemies as they faced, and knew that the winning rate was almost no, and he had the courage to take the initiative to fight.

So, after seeing the little guy's choice, the end of the season chose to continue watching, like seeing which step the future King of Gondor can do, and as a result, the end of the season was very satisfied.

After letting Soga protect Little Aragon and protect Gandalf and Bilbo, Ji Mi took a step forward, Mo Li appeared in his hands, and then drifted into the battlefield like a gust of wind without any murderous intent.

The trajectory of the wind is unimaginable, just like the current trend at the end of the season, irrespectable and unpredictable, but it actually brushes through people, bringing people the cool feeling of the wind.

But what the end of the season brought was not coolness, but boiling blood.

Hesitate!

The extremely rhythmic sound of flesh-and-blood cutting actually formed a chilling music in this chaotic battlefield. With the pace of moving at the end of the season, the hot blood spurted out from the throat turned into notes of the music and sprinkled on the ground.

In just a few seconds, the wolf and the orc who were fighting with the dwarves were easily taken away by Ji Mi, separating the two sides of the battle.

The dwarves who lost their enemies gathered together, gasping heavily, and standing behind Ji Mo with scars. Thorin looked at Ji Mo and shouted in surprise: "Kelthas!".

"Meet again!" Hearing Thorin, Ji Mo looked at Azog.

"Who are you?" Azog narrowed his eyes and looked at Ji Mo, his eyes full of fear. He completely saw Ji Mo's actions just now. Even if he hadn't noticed Ji Mo in advance and separated from Thorin, he might have turned into a corpse like those dead orcs.

Ignoring the orc leader opposite, who was extremely difficult to deal with in the dwarves' eyes, Ji Mi greeted Thorin and walked towards the enemy like a walk.

"What does he want to do? Does he want to kill the remaining enemies?" The dwarfs stared at their eyes, and a thought that they couldn't believe was in their minds, because there were still thirty or forty enemies in front of them.

"They are dead!" Sitting on the ground, Little Aragon's words were full of affirmation. Looking at the eyes that were staring at him, he raised his head proudly and said firmly: "None of them can escape!"

"Kelthas, Azog left it to me!" Hearing the words of Little Aragon, Thorin hurriedly spoke, "I must kill him with my own hands!"

Ji Shi paused, waved his hand casually, and said, "Oh, I understand!"

Seeing this, Azog yelled at Ji Mo angrily: "Who do you think I am?? Kill him!"
Chapter completed!