Chapter 1080 1062. The Supreme
“We have found the master again, Elf.”
A hoarse and leaky voice echoed in the hall, with a hint of pride in the low voice.
In the woodland kingdom, the buildings are closely connected with the big trees that have grown for unknown ages in the dark forest.
The elves used their own artistic aesthetics to combine trees and rocks to create a winding and beautiful land for the construction of the woodland kingdom.
Thranduil, the Elven King of the Woodland Kingdom. The name means 'vigorous spring' in Elvish.
So he wears different crowns in different seasons.
It is autumn now, so on his silky waist-length white hair, he is wearing a crown made of red pearl-like berries and branches.
An elf is escorting the captured orc, kneeling in front of the king, accepting questioning.
The words of the orcs could not make this elegant and delicate-faced elf king feel psychological fluctuations.
Although he is a 'relatively' young elf king, he has seen a lot.
"This is the nature of evil." After the orcs shouted, Thranduil walked up to explain and said to the elven warrior who was pressing the orcs.
“Because people are becoming more and more numb to evil, in the open wilderness, under people’s eyes, evil can always gather strength again. Until no one can cure it anymore, and then they become more generous The land is revealed to the world and spreads everywhere."
Throndui's temperament and appearance are even worse than those of his son Legolas.
He was just looking at an object at this time, turning around and looking at the orc who was captured in his territory without emotion.
According to the records reported by the patrol members, his son Legolas and the captain of the escort team Tauriel, after handing the prisoner to others, went to Lake Town on their own.
It is said to ‘contain the spread of evil’.
Thranduil knew very well that this was because the young and energetic elf was dissatisfied with his inaction during this period.
But this did not prevent him from having a bad mood when facing the orc captives.
“It’s nothing strange that you gutter rats always find their masters. Trolls who can’t say a bad word can become your masters. I don’t care about that, orcs.”
Thranduil spoke unhurriedly. The ugly and dirty face of the orc in front of him, and the jagged fangs that could not even close his mouth could not affect him.
"Tell me why you are invading my territory. Tell me the truth, and you will be free."
It is a luxury to hope that evil people can have a backbone. At least this orc has no backbone or persistence.
After knowing that he might survive, he was not prepared to hide anything.
“We were chasing those dwarves, so we broke in.”
"Don't be vague!" Thranduil didn't need to speak this time. The elven warrior who knelt down on the orc was also experienced.
Immediately found the key point from the rhetoric that sounded harmless at first glance.
“What are those dwarves doing and what are their identities that make you send so many people and expend so much effort to hunt them down?”
The orcs’ jagged teeth chattered. , but in the end, I told the truth.
"Thorin Oakenshield."
Thranduil was standing casually behind the kneeling orc, with his back turned to him, but now he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to stare at him.
The orc had no eyes on the back of his head and continued talking.
“Thorin Oakenshield formed an expedition to restore the kingdom, but he, a dwarf beast, will never be a king in his life!”
“You mean the Kingdom of the Lonely Mountain? Under the Mountain King?"
Thranduil asked softly.
"But there is no King Under the Mountain and the Kingdom of the Lonely Mountain. As long as Smaug is still there, no one will dare to get close to Elbor!"
"Haha." The orc's ugly voice seemed to have a mouthful in his throat. Phlegmatic, with contempt in his tone. "You know nothing, elves!"
"This world will burn! Our time is back!"
"Do you really think that we are just being attacked by something that doesn't know how to do it this time? The talking troll subdued him after two blows?"
The orc's mouth burst into laughter, and his body trembled with excitement.
"My master serves the Supreme One! Do you understand, elves? The fire of war will burn the entire city!"
Thranduil, whose face was completely cold, stretched out a hand from under his gorgeous robe. The clear light of the sword.
The sword light passed through one side of the orc's neck smoothly and stopped on the other side.
The elf warrior who was originally grabbing the orc's scalp and pressing the orc to his knees had no time to react. Only the orc's head was left in his hand.
The body was lying on the ground, and its feet were twitching like a fish that landed on the beach.
"Your Majesty, you said you would let him go free."
The elf warrior said blankly.
"I let it go." The Elf King waved a beautiful sword in his hand and put the sword into its sheath. "I freed his hapless head from his filthy body."
Thranduil walked down the high platform of his throne without looking back, giving orders to those around him as he walked.
“Assemble the troops! Follow me to Changhu Town!”
Although his expression was still calm and cold, many elves who were familiar with Thranduil could hear that he was anxious.
This time things are different from the usual small fights, and his son Legolas is still in Lake Town!
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“There is no way!” Bard was still explaining to Dwalin, “I can get these weapons. The real military weapons are all in the mayor’s armory. It won't be open to anyone, understand? He has been guarding us townsfolk!"
"It would be great if I could transform it in secret!" Dwalin is bald and has hair on the rest of his head. A stout dwarf who is so exuberant that he is a senior warrior in the dwarf team. He has been a member of the dwarf army since the Gushan period.
"Then you might as well let us die!"
He smashed the harpoon in his hand again angrily.
It was already past noon outside, and the much bigger sun shed golden light on the long lake.
The large ice floes in the waterway have become smoother at the edges, and reflect the sun's light, making the waves sparkling.
Many small boats in the waterway, the hulls of the boats and the buildings in Changhu Town made a slight sound of wooden collisions as they were pushed by small waves.
"Are there only guys who can fight in the mayor's armory?"
Thorin stood up and stared at Bard for confirmation.
"Then let's go find the armory. Let's steal a batch! No matter what, the Day of Turin is just around the corner! We must be in place before the Day of Turin!"
"You? Stealing ordnance? The fourteen of you can't even get ten pounds of iron out of your body. You have no weapons or armor. Do you want to take this risk when the guards may find out at any time?"
Bard didn't understand why these dwarves were in such a hurry.
"Okay, don't be so anxious, Thorin."
Lan waved his hands to the dwarves to stop their impulsive thoughts.
"If you need weapons and supplies, then I may be able to find a solution for you when I go to the mayor later."
The witcher touched his chin, thinking. explain.
"Can you really do it?" Bud looked at Lan En uncertainly, "The mayor doesn't trust anyone except himself."
"It's hard to say, but we have to go and see him. He made it clear about the orcs."
After that, Bud and Lan told the dwarves not to go out for the time being and stay with the velvet ball and the children.
When Bard used smuggling methods to get the dwarves into Chang Lake Town, many townspeople had already seen it, and as a result, there were a lot of whispers in Chang Lake Town.
The lives of the citizens of Changhu Town are not easy, and in front of the mayor's mansion in the town, there is a tall statue that is useless but made of solid and expensive materials.
Bud seemed to be a man of prestige and support from the people. When he and Lan walked on the narrow and slippery boardwalk in Lake Town, people would always greet him first, or at least nod, and then express curiosity. He looked at the witcher with amazement.
It didn’t take Lan En long to figure out why the mayor of Changhu Town was specifically targeting him.
The mayor obviously didn't want to see his position unstable. After all, the townspeople seemed to have complained about him.
But while following Bud to the mayor's mansion, Lan's keen hearing always heard people excitedly repeatedly mentioning a poem or prophecy in their chats.
"The Lord of Silver Spring, the King of Stone Carvings. The King under the Mountain, will return to his throne."
Bud also heard these poems that were constantly repeated in the mouths of the people, but he frowned, as if he had thought of something but could not fully recall it.
But before Bud or Lan really finished listening to this poem, they had already arrived in front of the mayor's mansion.
This is a rare building in Changhu Town made of bricks, stones, and sandstone.
There were two guards standing at the door, but Lan En glanced left and right and determined that there was at least a guard lounge nearby.
As long as something happens at the door, a team of guards will rush out in less than half a minute.
"You're not going to knock them out again, are you?"
As Bard led Lan En closer, he cautiously asked in a low voice.
Lan En curled his lips.
"Please, Mr. Bud. Do I look fierce and brainless?"
He came to ask the mayor to strengthen the town's defense, not to personally dismantle the town's defense. .
And excluding violent means, his ability to do things is not bad, right?
Bud felt uneasy, but now that the matter was over, he could only bite the bullet and walk in front of Lan En.
If he hadn't been killed in the mayor's mansion, public opinion would be boiling. Bard had no doubt that the mayor would kill him early on.
Exile or execution.
But now, for the sake of Changhu Town, he must come to see him.
Sure enough, the guard at the door knew Bard. When he saw Bard walking towards the mayor's mansion, he was shocked at first, and then he tightened his grip on the spear.
Bud opened his mouth, but before he could speak.
Lan En, who was behind him, took a step forward and stood in front of him.
And seemingly unintentionally, he brushed his hair that was like molten silver and buried his ears in the silver hair.
The demon hunter has a cold and calm expression, taking the lead.
"This is the mayor's official residence? Where is your mayor?"
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The guard at the door who was originally going to come up to question Bader was immediately put off.
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(End of this chapter)