"Lord, the Dwarven scum have rendezvoused with the orcs led by Lord Bolg."
After Dain met with Bard, a warg rider noticed the scene. He quickly rushed back to report to the orc commander in charge of pursuing Dain.
This orc commander was the one who had previously made a suggestion to Azog. At this moment, he was wearing armor that looked more refined and distinctive than that of other orcs, clearly indicating that he had become the Orc Chieftain of this orc army.
In fact, the strategy of using the orcs' numerical advantage to split into multiple orc pursuit teams, thereby exhausting the Dwarves, was also his idea, not Azog's, as Dain had assumed.
This strategy indeed kept the Dwarven army constantly harassed during their retreat, preventing them from getting sufficient rest and supplies, gradually pushing them into a difficult situation.
The Orc Chieftain asked, "Does Lord Bolg have any instructions?"
When he mentioned the name "Bolg," his tone was very respectful, with a hint of humility in his voice.
After all, it was Bolg's father, Azog, who had put him in the position of Orc Chieftain. Azog's prestige and power were unmatched in this orc army, and Bolg, as Azog's son, naturally received the Orc Chieftain's respect. He knew that his position was bestowed by Azog, and therefore he was especially respectful towards Bolg.
Although this Orc Chieftain was unaware of the subtle and complex father-son relationship between Azog and Bolg. He simply believed that Bolg was Azog's son, and thus should naturally be respected.
Of course, he didn't need to know, as the father-son relationship between Bolg and Azog was already set in stone, with no possibility of change (laughs).
The warg rider replied, "After Lord Bolg's orcs met with Dain, they didn't linger long before leading that group of Dwarves towards Lake-town... I deliberately exposed my position, trying to attract their attention, but Lord Bolg doesn't seem to have left an orc to give us orders."
There was a hint of confusion in his voice, clearly puzzled by Lord Bolg's actions.
"No?" Now it was the Orc Chieftain's turn to be troubled.
"No?" Now it was the Orc Chieftain's turn to be troubled.
He frowned, seemingly deep in thought.
A moment later, he employed his limited, astonishing wisdom and said, "Lord Bolg must have his plans. Since Lord Azog said I should cooperate with him, then we must fully cooperate with Lord Bolg. Lord Bolg must intend to trick these Dwarven scumbags into Lake-town, then close the gates and trap them like dogs."
The warg rider nodded vigorously and then said, "So, Lord, what do you mean by full cooperation? And what does this have to do with the dogs in Lake-town?"
He didn't understand a word the Orc Chieftain said, but since Lord Azog said he was smart and to listen to him, he would listen to this orc.
For the first time in his life, the Orc Chieftain felt the intellectual shortcomings of his own kind, and suddenly understood why Lord Azog had been so eager to promote him to the Chieftain of an orc army upon seeing him.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable anger he felt towards the idiots, and said, "Have the army temporarily follow behind Lord Bolg, ready to obey Lord Bolg's command at any time."
"Yes!"
The warg rider immediately responded. Although he still didn't quite understand, since the Chieftain had spoken, he would resolutely carry it out.
On the other side, the Lake Town Guard led by Bard were silently urging Dain's remnants towards Lake-town.
Although Dain knew Thorin's plans from the carrier pigeon, when he actually saw this group of people, heavily armored in orc armor, rushing towards him, he almost couldn't resist raising his warhammer.
His fingers unconsciously tightened around the handle of his warhammer, his knuckles turning pale.
Even now, riding on his wild boar, he was still muttering to himself. After all, this group of people hadn't said a word or made a single move since they met him; they had just started heading back the way they came.
Dain's nose twitched a few times; the stench of orcs emanated from these people.
That pungent smell made him even more suspicious, and he thought to himself, "Could it really be a group of orcs?"
Just then, Dain noticed that among the mounted Lake Town Guard, a soldier with somewhat uncoordinated posture suddenly slowed his horse. His movements seemed a bit stiff, as if he wasn't quite used to riding a horse.
Under Dain's suspicious gaze, he heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from inside that guard's armor. The person was speaking to him in dwarvish. Although the voice was a bit muffled, it had a familiar feeling, which slightly relaxed Dain's vigilance.
"Lord Dain, I am Fili," the soldier said.
Then, from the area around the other person's abdomen, another dwarf's voice came: "And me, Kili. But I can't see anything right now... Ow, brother, can you stop farting!"
It turned out that this Long Lake-town Guard was Fili and Kili, disguised by stacking themselves one on top of the other, which was why their posture seemed a bit uncoordinated. Fili was on top, riding on Kili's shoulders, while Kili was below, supporting Fili's weight with both hands, although their cooperation was somewhat comical.
Bard had noticed the warg rider earlier, so he naturally didn't dare let the disguised Fili and Kili communicate with Dain.
After all, Bolg and his kind couldn't communicate with Dwarves.
Now, Bard keenly noticed that the warg rider was gone, which made him slightly relieved.
So, he decisively allowed Fili and Kili to make the necessary communication with Dain.
Dain was completely relieved upon seeing that it was his familiar juniors.
Since being ambushed, he had been frowning, but now a smile finally appeared on his face: "Hey, Fili, Kili! Is Thorin doing well?"
"Uncle is doing very well, except that he's quite worried about your safety. Now, the trap to besiege the orc army is ready inside Lake-town; as long as they enter, they are sure to die without a trace." Fili immediately replied, while detailing the intelligence prepared by Arthur to Dain.
A grim smile appeared on Dain's face: "Excellent, the hammer in my hand has long yearned to drink the blood of those orc scumbags. Now it's time to make them pay!"
Fili asked with concern, "Don't your heavy infantry need rest? They've been marching continuously and are very exhausted."
Dain sneered and shook his head: "It's not too late to rest after we've annihilated those orc scumbags. Too many of our kin have died at the hands of those orc scumbags; you must give us a chance to take revenge with our own hands."
Seeing this, Fili knew Dain's mind was made up and did not try to persuade him further. After telling Dain approximately how long it would take to reach Lake-town, he returned to the Lake Town Guard' ranks amidst Kili's dissatisfied grumbling.
Some time later.
"Bard and them are back! And they're followed by a group of Dwarves, it must be Dain's army!"
Igon, who had the best eyesight, noticed the movement in the distance outside Lake-town. He poked his head out from the watchtower and shouted down to Arthur.
Arthur nodded, glanced at the area that the Storm Soldiers had quickly cleared specifically for the orc army, then smiled and looked at Bernal: "Are you ready?"
"Do you mean ready to compete with you to see who eliminates more orcs? Since you're willing to give me this weapon, I must win against you at least once." Bernal retorted with a grin, then affectionately stroked the weapon in his hand.
It was not a knight's greatsword, but a silver scepter that looked like a giant snake coiling around a planet.
Its name was—the world devouring scepter.
Facing a vast number of orc grunts, it was naturally necessary to use such a legendary weapon of mass destruction.