"careful!"

Morgan's roar suddenly came from behind.

Thorin, Oak Shield and Chilidvalin, who were in a good mood and relaxed in his heart, changed his expression immediately when he heard this voice.

Morgan is not the one who likes to make such jokes.

Several people just felt alert.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish..."

I saw a large number of arrows shooting from the dense river banks on both sides.

"Be careful!"

Thorin Oak Shield widened his eyes and shouted, then his whole body immediately retracted into the tall wooden barrel.

Qili and Devalin also operate the same way.

The moment Morgan yelled, he became vigilant.

Then I saw the rain of arrows coming from both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and they instantly shrank into the tall wooden barrels.

However, these arrow rains are more than targeting the dwarves in front of them.

At this moment, Morgan Nolio Ligroyin and other dwarves in the river behind were also attacked by arrow rain from both sides.

Morgan noticed something strange when he reminded the dwarves such as Thorin, Oak Shield, and others in front of him.

This is the time when the reaction is faster.

Morgan first pressed Billbo from the side of the bucket into the water.

Then the whole body quickly retracted into the tall wine barrel, curling itself into a ball as much as possible.

The other dwarves in the rear river channel were not slow either.

Morgan's throat can be heard by the dwarves in front of him, and naturally the same is true behind him.

Almost all the same operation, and all dwarves in the river can only try their best to shrink into the barrel under them to reduce their chances of being shot.

Pang Bo, the most bloated and huge among the dwarves, was more difficult. He was too bloated and fat to squeeze into the barrel, which was a bit difficult.

At this time, you can't do it.

But he was also smart, and knew that he could not shrink into it and his whole body immediately tried hard to make the barrel roll into the water.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The dark arrows fell down like raindrops, and all the barrels were shot instantly and thudded.

Fortunately, the river water was in a hurry, and the wine barrel was wrapped in the flow rate very quickly, and the water waves were fluctuating rapidly.

After the first wave of arrows, the sides of the river immediately stopped.

Morgan immediately stood up, picked up Bilbo, who was drinking water deep in the bucket, and then looked around.

Good guy, every tall wooden barrel has at least three black arrows.

Five black arrows were also stabbed in the wooden barrel where Morgan was.

As for the most, the dwarves Thorin, Oak Shield and Chilidvalin in front, were almost all of their barrels slaughtered with arrows, and they had already become hedgehogs.

At this time, even the stupid dwarf realized that he and his people were ambushed.

As for the ambushed enemy, after the arrows fell, they quickly surged out of the weeds on both sides. It was the orc troops wearing armor and full of armour and ferocious faces.

In the dense dark orc troops on both sides of the strait, on the huge rock next to the checkpoint in front.

Morgan saw the leader of this orc army. It was the tall and strong man wearing steel thorn armor. Even half of his head was tightly wrapped in black thorn armor. The ferocious orc: Borg!

"Pretty, kill them for me, kill them all!"

Borg waved his black longbow on his back and danced with a huge hammer in his hand, looking at the dwarves in the river below, roaring coldly.

The moment Morgan saw the orc Borg clearly, his anger and vigilance had risen to the highest level.

But no matter how angry he was at this time, it was useless because he and a group of dwarves were floating in the river.

Not only were the weapons and equipment on them deprived of them in the Woodland Kingdom.

No, when it comes to weapon Morgan, it is his elf sword, which is now hidden in the silver space ring in his hand.

But he couldn't take it out at this time because he couldn't explain it to the dwarves at all.

Although it is useless even if it is taken out, it is not helpful because it is put in a wooden barrel and is now a living target as the water flows down.

It's the living target of the orcs!

The river was panting and surging. The orcs didn't dare to go into the water, and they didn't have to go into the water. They just took a bow on both sides of the river and shot.

Arrows on both sides kept shooting towards them.

Morgan, Bilbo beside him and the dwarfs behind him were really desperate and were shot so hard that they couldn't raise their heads.

And in the eyes of Thorin Oak Shield and Chilidvalin in front of them

The real despair was watching the orcs rushing to the level ahead and pressing the switch of the waterway gate below.

Looking at the huge closed iron fence that was constantly gathering in the distance ahead, the dwarves who saw all this with their own eyes were really desperate.

"No..."

Thorin Oak Shield roared in despair.

Seeing the iron fence of the waterway near me completely closed.

Thorin, Oak Shield and Chilidvalin, the dwarves could only look in despair as the huge barrel they were riding on was wrapped in water and quickly drilled into the level below, directly hitting the huge iron fence.

He was blocked in the gate below the level and was now caught in a jar.

"No, no!"

"Damn it!"

Thorin Oak Shield grabbed the huge iron fence as thick as his arm in front of him and shouted.

The irritable Gothelin, who was squeezed into the barrel beside him, also shook the iron fence in front of him desperately.

At this time, the dwarves such as Morgan Bilbo and Nolio Lipomb in the serpent behind him were still being shot like a bird by the orcs on both sides, so they could not raise their heads.

On this side of the level, I knew that several dwarves had been blocked in the level fence below, and the orcs were yelling and preparing to go into the water.

"Go ahead, kill them, kill those dwarves!"

At this time, the roaring command from the orc commander Borg came from behind him.

The orc who was originally standing by the water still hesitantly jumped down the level immediately.

"Puboo..."

The three orcs who fell down and jumped into the water immediately sank. The river was quite shallow, especially the waterway in front of the level.

In addition, the rapids of the river flowing behind quickly rushed past, and the three orcs who went into the water immediately disappeared.

This made the other half-orcs who were about to join the side stop immediately, and looked at the commander behind him with a hesitation and screamed: "The water below is too deep, what should I do if the leader?"

Bog, the leader who was commanding other orcs, immediately turned his head and shouted at the orcs on the level with a ferocious face: "Idiots, jump down for me, even if I fill in, I will fill in the dwarfs to death!"

The little orc leader was stared by Borg and turned around and kicked the hesitant orc beside him, kicking him into the panting river.

Then he waved the giant mace in his hand and threatened and yelled at the surrounding orcs: "Hurry up, jump down and kill the dwarfs below!"

Threatened by the little leader of his direct superior, these orcs had no choice but to jump down the level like a fish-fried person.

This time, several orcs jumped into the water and floated up, and then they screamed and rushed to the dwarves at the bottom of the level by being swept by the water.

At this time, the wooden barrels of the expedition team members behind the river channel were finally approaching the level by countless arrows on the banks of the river.

Bilbo was hanging beside the Morgan bucket, and inevitably fell behind.

Because of the impact of the water flow, they hit a dark stone in the river, and the two of them quickly leaned towards the shore.

Just as he approached the shore, a half-orced orc suddenly rushed out of the shore with a spear in his hand and jumped straight towards Morgan's tall wine barrel.

At this moment, Morgan had no way to hide. He immediately stood up from the barrel, holding the arrow pulled out of the barrel and immediately stabbed the orc who was rushing towards him.

At this moment, on the huge rock beside the level, the orc commander Borg, with an ugly and ferocious face, reached out to take off the black longbow on his back.

Looking at the human being entangled with the orcs in the distant river, he raised his hand and shot it out with an arrow.
Chapter completed!