All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 139 Demon Star

The first person to put away his weapon was Legolas, the elf prince. He also stopped the elves beside him, and their bows and arrows no longer pointed at the dwarves. "We've shed enough blood."

Opposite him, Ironfoot Dyne also put down his war hammer, and his soldiers no longer roared like rolling stones.

Thranduil looked up at the Star of Azura in the sky, his eyes reflecting the orange magic light. "Oh, my gem...there it is."

The Nazgul who were fighting him were even more excited, stretching out their arms towards the distant stars, pointing the sharp gloves of their armor at the dazzling light, wishing to seize it immediately.

The pale and thin master of the Lord of the Rings on the wooden tower trembled all over, grinning his lips, and the golden Supreme Lord of the Rings on his fingers flowed out lava and penetrated into the master's veins.Wherever the magic light passed, the skin turned gray like a rock, the flesh and blood swelled in convulsions, the bones proliferated rapidly, and clusters of bony spurs protruded, piercing the epidermis.First the palm, then the arm, and then spread from the shoulder blade to the chest, abdomen, head and limbs.

The wooden tower swayed slightly under the pressure of the suddenly expanded Demon Lord's body.

Its gaze never strayed away from the wizard in the sky, nor from the star of Azura.

"Mine, mine...that's mine!"

Azog and Thorin just glanced up at the Star of Azura, then continued to attack each other mercilessly.

The confrontation between wolf cavalry and humans did not stop, and they fought bloody in the southeast corner of the river valley.

Dumbledore held the Star of Azura high and flew south.

The lord and the ring spirits led an army of laughing orcs in pursuit of the wizard.

Thranduil ordered his men to pursue him, but they hesitated. Thranduil repeatedly ordered the stationed elven soldiers to face the south. At this time, the Elf Prince came from behind.

"Stop, please stop," Legolas called to the king.

"Legolas, you must come with me to seize that gem." Thranduil's eyes felt strange to his people.

"Absolutely impossible. I plan to stay here and help the dwarves and humans defeat the orcs."

"You want to help the enemy?"

"No, they are not enemies. Orcs are."

Rumor has it that Orcs were created by the dark enemy Morgoth. They are not evil by nature, but they are very vulnerable to the dark forces.During the downfall of the Dark Lord, they lived scattered in the form of tribes, competing with each other constantly, and once a unified leader appeared, they would gather under their command to make waves.

It is no longer unusual for Azog's tribe to be so powerful, but the appearance of the Ringwraiths and Lord of the Rings shows that the dormant darkness is ready to move again.

The hatred between the elves and the dwarves stems from the competition for the Silmarillion, and they are united in order to fight against Morgoth.Now that there is a conflict over the Star of Azura, can they fight against each other again?

"The dwarves killed our people." Thranduil persisted in his hatred. He was eager to restore the morale of the army so that he could immediately go south to pursue the gem.

"No, it was greed and desire that killed our people." Legolas stared at his father, "It was your greed that killed our people."

The sun is like blood.

The dwarves had blown their horns, and they took up their positions and headed east to support their friendly forces.

The battle between Thorin and Azog is drawing to a close. The Lone Mountain Dwarf, a descendant of Durin, has the title of Oak Shield because he grabbed a piece of broken oak as a shield during the battle of Azanubiza. , resisted Azog's attack, and took advantage of the situation to cut off one of Azog's arms.

The two of them are old enemies.

Life and death is the destined outcome.

Beside Thorin lay the corpses of his companions, his nephews Fili and Kili, the diligent Bifur and Bofur, and further away there were the loyal Dwalin and the silent and shy Oin. They were all dead. Died in the morning before victory.

In a place like this, no one is immune to death.

Azog's heavy blow knocked Thorin to the ground. The orc leader's skin was still dark, but his cruel posture was the same as before, making Thorin's pain at this moment unforgettable.

"Your grandfather Thror died like this back then." Azog grinned. He was the purest person in this war. He just wanted to avenge Thorin for his broken arm, instead of worrying about broken gems. Can that kind of bullshit be used as food?

Before his heavy hammer fell, an elven arrow passed over the turbulent and noisy military formation, pierced Azog's throat, and passed through the back of his neck.

The hammer fell to Thorin's hand, and the Orc leader fell down on top of the dwarf.

Thorin survived the disaster and was panting. He heard the elven horn blowing.

He cut off Azog's head and raised it high. As soon as the orcs saw the leader's head, they immediately lost their fighting spirit, abandoned their helmets and armor, and fled in all directions.

The cheers of the three armies resounded in the river valley.

The Elf Prince came to Thorin side by side with Dain Ironfoot.

Dyne hugged his cousin tightly.

They glanced at the elf, and Legolas looked to the south with a worried face. "Have we all seen the man on that tower?"

"Yes. That's not a good guy. But he's not against us." Dyne replied lukewarmly.

Thorin said aloud, "I know the wizard. He is my friend. I am going to help him."

Legolas offered to help the elf.

Thorin turned against them and asked them for the Arkenstone. Dain was also very unhappy. He asked the elves, "You have got the gem you want, why did you kill our messenger? How can such a despicable act be done?" Is it worthy of our belief?”

Legolas explained: "The gem we are asking for is not the Arkenstone. It is the one in the wizard's hand."

The three of them looked at each other, "So, this is all a misunderstanding?"

They looked around at the corpses of the same race around them, and felt chills piercing through their bones for a moment. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel a great absurdity, and they couldn't help but want to laugh.

"What a crazy stone," Dain muttered.

The star of Azura in the sky slowly landed on the banks of the rushing river.Dumbledore looked back at the orc army that was chasing him.As a wizard, he had never had a direct confrontation with an army of Muggles.He said to himself: "I thought I lived long enough to experience everything."

This group of half-orcs infected by the power of the Lord of the Rings are stronger and smarter than their own kind. They have no fear and can fight to the last person standing. Their deafening laughter is a moving source of noise, and ordinary armies will lose courage in the face of their madness.

Undeterred, the wizard waved the Elder Wand and began to chant a long incantation.

There are advantages to living old enough, such as knowing some lost ancient magic.

In the 13th century BC, a wizard named Moses used magic to part the Red Sea. Muggles believe this is a power given to him by the gods. Dumbledore happened to know that this magic was not given to him by God, but was learned from ancient books.

The running river swayed in ancient Hebrew incantations, and the water gathered into huge waves and surged ashore behind him. Dumbledore stood there, and the river naturally divided into two branches, passed him, and rushed towards the orc army.

What is more terrifying than the fierce military force is the natural disaster.

A huge wave came and engulfed this group of evil-infected orcs. They were swept under the water, their armor twisted like rags, their limbs scattered like cotton wool, and their lives were taken away in an instant.

The owner of the magic ring on the wooden tower raised his hand unhurriedly, the ring glowed, and the surging river water suddenly dropped. Under the magic light, the evil wind suddenly rose, the surface vegetation withered when the wind blew, and the soil degraded into sand. The yellow sand swept to the river bank, forcing Dumbledore to retreat continuously, and the running river behind him quietly dried up.

How can a mere wizard compete with the Supreme Lord of the Rings?

Nine Ringwraiths swarmed in, carrying yellow sand, and surrounded Dumbledore.

The dry breath in the demonic wind made Dumbledore's limbs weak and dizzy, and his aging body was shaking in pain.

The grim necromancer raised the blade of sorcery and slashed at Dumbledore's arm that was holding Azura's star tightly.

The old educator barely dodged and wanted to escape by apparating away, but he no longer had the strength.

The blade tore through his robe and pierced his arm.

Dumbledore groaned.

Then, the gem in his hand emitted bright, fiery light, forcing the ring spirits away.

The divine power of the Demon Lord enveloped this human being.

His long silver-haired beard trembled in the wind like a furious lion's mane.

Dumbledore raised his head, his sea-blue eyes turning into orange vertical pupils.