Chapter 1096 1078. Advance the Plan
After the Elf King finished shouting without looking back, he found that his son did not respond to him.
He turned his head in shock, but only saw an officer in front of the military formation, standing there awkwardly.
Even the gorgeous elf-style golden armor on his body cannot conceal the helpless and awkward feeling of this elf.
"Your Majesty." The awkward and embarrassed elf officer said to the king, "The prince, he rode away on horseback."
"Just when you started talking to Adanisil."
Thranduil opened his mouth: "What else is he going to do now?"
"The prince said he would Go after the orc commander who escaped last night. He said that he has been delayed for too long and will be lost if he doesn’t go.”
“Silas, why didn’t you stop him?”
The elf officer smiled.
Seeing his father turn around to talk to others, Legolas walked silently to the back of the military formation, then mounted his horse and ran away.
What can he do? Is it possible to shoot the prince's horse to death?
Thranduil pressed his forehead with a headache, making his soft white hair slightly messy.
Bud and Lan both wisely stopped talking at this time, and even stood slightly outside in unison.
Fortunately, Thranduil also knew in his heart that his previous conservative defense policy in the Woodland Kingdom had never been favored by Legolas and Tauriel.
They are all too young, only over 2,000 years old, young and energetic, and jealous of evil.
There is nothing wrong with this, because elves are naturally good beings after all. The aversion to evil and the spontaneous sympathy and empathy for the weak are almost instinctive.
So after Legolas ran out this time and saw what the orcs did, and saw that Lake Town was destroyed overnight, he became a little wilder towards himself. Thranduil can understand, and also I had expected it.
But
"I originally wanted to let Legolas lead a team of shooters to help you complete the task of slaying the dragon. But I didn't expect that he would not even listen to what I said now. My patience is gone.”
After hearing what he said, Bard's face darkened again. After all, he was about to persuade the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom to help, but the help ran away.
But Thranduil changed the topic and dropped the hand that was pressing on his forehead.
"A top shooter, paired with a team of ordinary shooters, this is the support I originally wanted to give you, because simply having a large number of people is meaningless to the dragon. But now that Legolas is gone, "
Thranduil breathed out: "Then I will do it! "
Bard looked up with wide eyes.
Thranduil met the human archer's eyes without hesitation.
“Oh, do you really think I am a coward?”
“In the past, there was no chance and no means of killing. Otherwise, this evil beast would be allowed to wreak havoc in the north. "So long?"
After saying that, Thranduil turned around and rode the stag to the elves' army formation without any further explanation.
He began to hand over and give instructions to the elf officer.
"Only twenty people are left for me, and the rest are taken back to the Dark Forest to guard the country's borders."
"You don't need so many people to fight the evil dragon, and you don't need such a grand display to kill with one blow. If We failed, you have to go back and prepare to deal with the dragon's revenge."
All the elves had no objections, and their neat military formations were solemn and neat in front of Thranduil.
The king of an elven kingdom still allows the country to survive in the world after several epochs.
Lane and Bard both understood when they saw the state of the elven army facing Thranduil.
Thranduil could not be a timid king.
He was just too lazy to care about outside affairs before.
And now, after the opportunity to eliminate Smaug appeared, he would immediately proceed with the plan.
He would not even hesitate to let himself, who had been burnt by dragon flames, return to the battlefield with the evil dragon.
The prestige of Thranduil is unparalleled among the elves of the Woodland Kingdom.
Therefore, the elves who were originally standing neatly on the shore of Long Lake Town quickly retreated in an orderly and smooth manner, leaving only the number of people specified by Thranduil and the supplies sent to the townspeople.
"The dwarves left yesterday, so the worst and fastest scenario is that Smaug will break out of his lair tonight."
Thranduil left for the first time. The stag got up and down, his exquisite and strong armors colliding with each other, and his white hair hung on the black cloak behind him, mixed with the original silver thread pattern, making it difficult to distinguish.
An elf-style long knife also hung on his waist, with his hand resting on the handle.
Thranduil and Lann looked at each other, discussing their plans.
Such a picture of two people standing together would not look out of place even if it were placed directly into the viewfinder of an oil painting.
Even the current background and lighting are not very good.
The pinnacle of beauty-style figure painting is nothing more than this.
At least Bud feels a little out of place standing here.
“Time is running out.”
Thranduil still said expressionlessly.
"I agree," Lan En agreed, "so we'd better start doing things now."
The Elf King waved his hand without looking back, and immediately let the remaining people Twenty shooters followed him and followed Lan En and Bard as they walked into the town.
The plan that Bud and Lan made before will not change, and the survivors of Lake Town still have to rush to the ruins of Riverdale City. First of all, of course, the buildings there are all made of solid stone, which can protect them from wind and rain. There are already large ice floes in this lake and the temperature ensures the body temperature of the townspeople.
Secondly, if Smaug is really as described in the prophecy, he will rush out and let the war ignite again on the Long Lake.
It must be to vent anger and kill.
After it ravaged this area several times, only Changhu Town was left. Because it was still quite a distance from the Lonely Mountain, there was no gold in it, and there were not many people there, so Smaug didn't show interest and start a massacre.
After it becomes angry, the target of the massacre must first be set at Changhu Town and fly towards here.
Although it is nearby, ruins like River Valley City, which have been attacked and massacred by it long ago, will not be noticed by Smaug.
"All the houses and streets in Changhu Town that still have a shelf should be lit up with lights."
Walking among the charred ruins, Lan En put forward suggestions on the plan.
And Thranduil and Bard listened carefully.
“We have to make Smaug think that there are many people here, otherwise I don’t think the dragon would be happy just destroying a bunch of lifeless buildings.”
Thranduil’s side Looking around Changhu Town, he said casually.
"It is an evil race created by Morgoth in order to defeat the Valar and good beings. It is by nature."
"Remember, when your people enter the valley city to hide, you must let them not Ignite a spark in the open air!”
“The evil dragon has bright eyes and a quick mind. If it sees fire again in the long-abandoned River Valley City, none of us can predict its next move. "
The first sentence of Thranduil was in response to Lan En, and the second sentence was a warning to Bard.
And at such an urgent moment, Bard did not bother to refute the Elf King's statement, but just nodded heavily and seriously to express his understanding.
The situation and image of Changhu Town are even worse than usual.
Thranduil walking here even made Bard feel a little uneasy, because the gap in temperament and manners between the Elf King and this dilapidated town was too big.
Lan En's temperament and demeanor are not much better, but because of his approachable personality, it is easy to deal with, so Bud did not feel this way when he walked with him before.
But Thranduil himself seemed completely indifferent to the environment here.
Because he is now looking at this town with the mentality of observing a preset battlefield.
As for the battlefield, even elves are not so naive as to think that beauty and comfort can be said on the battlefield.
During the Battle of the Final Alliance, Thranduil once invaded the hinterland of Mordor, which was occupied and plagued by orcs for a long time. The situation was much worse than that of Lake Town.
"Hey! Bud, Lan En!"
While walking, there was a noise calling their names and they ran over.
They are the dwarves who were left in Changhu Town yesterday.
Fili supported his brother Kili. Kili's leg injury looked like it was going to kill him yesterday, but now he can walk on his feet.
"Is this a cure? The effect is remarkable."
Lan congratulated the dwarves. Thranduil behind him raised his hand slightly, and the twenty elves who followed him The shooter stopped at the same time and watched quietly from behind.
"The elves' medical skills combined with the king's leaf sword grass can cure the disease!"
Ouyin, who had a copper speaker plugged into his ear, waved his hand and looked very happy.
Bofur also interjected: "Unfortunately, the female elf is a bit ugly. She has no beard at all on her face, her figure is too thin, and she has no strength at all. Hey!"
Bofur was mid-sentence. , he was lightly hit on the shoulder by Qili's fist behind him, and he turned around in confusion and dissatisfaction.
"You saved my life, could you please stop gossiping behind my back, huh?"
Kili also said dissatisfiedly, and Bofur immediately raised his hands to indicate that he would not Say it again. He is also reasonable and grateful, but dwarves are generally outspoken.
After Kili finished arguing with Bofur, Fili watched Lan talking to a group of people behind him.
"Are you people in this town moving away?"
When his eyes glanced at the elves led by Thranduil, the dwarf's eyes flashed with alertness and resistance.
"Yes, this place cannot be inhabited, especially now that it is very cold. We are going to go to the ruins of River Valley City to see if we can clear out a residential area."
Bad Back Holding the bow and arrows and the rewrapped black arrows, he said to Fili.
After listening, the dwarves looked at each other, and they were all a little surprised.
"Going to River Valley City? You happen to be on the way with Gushan! You saved us last night, come here, we can help you carry your luggage!"
With that said, several dwarves excitedly began to rush towards the townspeople. Start working in the pile.
And Lan En looked at the back of the happy dwarf and approached Thranduil.
Bending slightly, he came closer and asked.
"Dwarves and elves have never dealt with each other, but I heard before that the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain are particularly unwilling to deal with the elves of the Woodland Kingdom? Is there something going on in this?"
Thranduil sneered indifferently, raised his hand and gently pushed aside the cloak hanging in front of him.
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(End of this chapter)