Chapter 1118 1100. Thorin changes
“Look.”
Thorin opened his hands as a master and said.
"This great treasure accumulated by Thror!"
Thorin casually grabbed a ruby on the pile of gold coins, which was the size of a dwarf's fist.
He threw it towards the people on the stairs without a care.
Fili quickly reached out to catch it, but in the eyes of this young dwarf, the joy and shock of returning to his hometown and seeing mountains of gold and silver seas were gone.
On the contrary, he looked at Thorin at this time and became worried for no apparent reason.
Seeing Fili catching the gem, Thorin smiled and then said loudly.
“Welcome, my nephews, my brothers. Welcome back to Elbor!”
Then Thorin's louder voice echoed in the treasure hall.
To celebrate that their four friends did not have any accidents and successfully returned to their hometown, everyone can take a rest.
But then, all of them had to come back to this hall again, rummaging for the Arken gems, and then they could rest only after they found them.
“The gates of our kingdom must also be repaired and strengthened urgently!”
Thorin’s thumbs were clasped on his grandfather’s exquisite golden belt, and he stood on the steps with his hands on his hips. Said.
"Hundreds of refugees are already gathering in the river valley city. We must defend our recaptured home and never let it fall again!"
Seeing Thorin standing on the steps and giving this order to everyone, the dwarf Although people felt something was wrong and were not comfortable with it, they still did it.
“Thorin wasn’t like this before.” Bombo, who was like a meatball, muttered, “He ate and lived with us, worked and fought together, what now?”
"Be patient." Ou Rui, who was next to Bombo, was going to repair the gate. At this time, he picked up a hoe and said, "He is the king under the mountain now. Of course it is different from before."
Bangbo He took the shovel to himself and prepared to continue digging for Aken gems in the golden mountains and silver seas. He also muttered: "It will be different when you become a king. This is really strange."
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The dwarves are busy in the Lonely Mountain, and the humans here in River Valley City are also running for a living.
When the dwarves lit up the brazier for lighting at the gate of Lonely Mountain to facilitate construction, Lan En's guess that he was 70 to 80 percent sure about was completely confirmed.
That is: Smaug was driven out of the Lonely Mountain by dwarves who were familiar with the terrain and equipment, instead of eating and burning the dwarf team that entered the Lonely Mountain, and then came out to vent their anger.
Thorin and the others are still alive, and looking at their orderly appearance, their numbers have not decreased.
"Okay, it seems that God has made the evil dragon no longer harm people. Even on the night it died, it didn't let it kill even one more person."
Bud's face was covered with a mixture of sweat and dust after his busy work. , standing with Lan En on a stone bridge corridor facing the gate of Gushan.
There was relief in his voice, and he was glad that the dwarves who had stayed in his home for a while did not die from the dragon's mouth.
Although Lan En said it before, it was just a guess. This is evidence.
Oddly enough, Smaug, who had abused the entire Lonely Mountain region for a long time, flew out of the Lonely Mountain in anger, but gave away his own life without killing anyone.
But the night before, dozens of orcs raided and set fire, leaving hundreds of people dead in Changhu Town.
If these dozens of orcs were in front of Smaug, they probably wouldn't even need to breathe fire, they would just flick their tails and be done with it.
It can only be said that the difference in combat tactics and facing opponents has resulted in such bizarre results.
A simple comparison of strength is neither wise nor accurate.
Smaug's terrifying lethality and deterrence when facing the large army made all surrounding forces dare not mess with him without making a strong determination.
But Smaug could be restrained by an elite team. If Bard had shot the arrow accurately at that time, he might have killed him directly.
The elite squad is no longer so intimidating in front of the large army.
This is why Gandalf begged Lan to tell Thorin about the complicated situation in the Lonely Mountain area.
The difference between a dwarf restoration team facing an evil dragon and facing an army of orcs is huge.
Not even the same situation at all.
"Okay, let's let everyone settle down first."
After saying that, Bud was about to go down and continue working.
Lan En looked at the lit brazier on the gate of Gushan City opposite.
“Aren’t you in a hurry to get the gold?”
The witcher asked Bard, who was already walking back.
"The gold can't escape. There's nothing to worry about. There's a lot of gold in the mountains."
Bud went down the stairs without looking back.
“But if we don’t work now, one more night of freezing will really kill us. It’s not too late to ask for it after we settle down, and we will only ask for the share we deserve.”
Bard’s sober and rational statement made Lan nodded.
The witcher followed him, dusting off his hands as he walked.
He also helped a lot in the city during this day, and so did Qilin.
Although there is no pale horn, Qilin's body seems to be more adaptable to this. It can open a path in the rubble with one step of its hooves, and there is no loss of control of the body. sign.
It’s just that the control of thunder and lightning is still unstable without the Ashen Horn, but in the magic harness from Arethusa, the wide and expensive silk rune cloth has the effect of suppressing the current. Therefore, no trouble was caused.
On the contrary, the appearance of Qilin, which is noble and elegant in the eyes of the uninitiated, and carries an unspeakably powerful body, really makes the townspeople who have just endured two nights of fright feel some peace of mind.
They were singing some songs about Qilin in private. The melody is simple and the words are simple. It's almost the same as the chant when working.
But it gave these townspeople who had been displaced from their homes a sense of peace of mind and hope. Qilin also found it interesting.
Lan En always feels that people here seem to be singing poetry at every turn, and he doesn’t know if this is the tune that has been passed down from the creation of the Great Movement.
Everyone can sing at least two lines.
I heard Bofur chatting before and said that even the underground goblin kingdom in the Misty Mountains - the name of a type of skinny orcs - those goblins can sing songs composed and composed by themselves. Ballads.
Bad, weird, ridiculous. But it’s a ballad.
"Is there anything else you need to sort out over there? I'm done and can come to your side to help."
Lan En said while twisting his wrist.
“Really, that’s great!” Bud was overjoyed, but still kept walking.
The sun was about to set, and the temperature would drop sharply. They had to seize the time.
"It's still the same hall. Not only was the stone door outside destroyed by dragon flames, but there was also collapse inside. They all have to be repaired."
The demon hunter nodded disapprovingly: "I understand, just leave it to me. . ”
Speaking of which, last night, after burning the outer layer of skin and muscles, I directly touched Smaug’s wound flesh with [Tendon Coil].
The Valyrian steel cables inside Lan En's body became stronger as if they had been fed good food.
Now in River Valley City, apart from the Qilin relying on the body of the ancient dragon of the New World, Lan En is probably a crane-level existence in terms of strength alone.
When we arrived at the collapsed hall, the big stone at the door had been cleared out in a long time, and only the gravel was still inside.
Lan En rolled up his sleeves and walked inside. In a moment, he picked up a stone half as big as his own body.
The surrounding townspeople stared blankly.
"What's so special about this hall? I think you spent half of your time here today."
Lan En said, turning back in as if nothing happened, and There was an explosion of air from inside, and then the smaller piles of rubble that had been piled up and bit together rolled away in a mess.
[Alder's Seal] is quite useful for cleaning up this kind of rubble pile.
While greeting the townspeople nearby, helping to put the cleared gravel on the cart, Bud answered Lan En.
“This hall extends underground and has good thermal insulation capabilities. There is also a city warehouse next to it.”
Bard’s ancestor is the city lord Jirian, and no one here is more familiar with it than him. Riverdale City.
“This place is big enough, even enough for more than a hundred people to enter at one time. We can place the vulnerable elderly and children in first and take care of them together.”
"Although there has been no ventilation here all year round and the smell is not good, now I think it should be the most efficient way."
As Lan En used [Alder's Seal] to disintegrate the last pile of people stuck with each other. There were piles of rubble, and there was no obstacle blocking the way in the entire hall.
So the townspeople waiting outside filed in and began to clean up these small gravels.
And Lan En heard the unfinished meaning of Bard's words just now. The demon hunter's tall body did not need to bend down and lower his head in this hall, so he winked at Bard.
And Bud did exactly what he thought, he came over without any nonsense, and the two of them walked aside calmly.
"The 'warehouse' you just mentioned is the key, right? What's in it?"
Lan En asked in a low voice as he took care of his clothes and hair that were a little dirty from moving rocks.
“What else can it be that has been left in this deserted town for so long?” Bard shook his head. "That's an armory."
"You want to arm these townspeople?"
"Of course." Bud said bluntly. "The mighty Smaug is indeed dead. But I have not forgotten that it was the orcs who really killed many people in Long Lake Town."
"The orcs have disappeared in this area even longer than the dwarves, but now they are riding wargs and destroying Long Lake Town. Not to mention that the deterrent effect of the evil dragon in this area has disappeared with death. This Who can feel relieved in this situation?"
Lan En nodded in agreement.
“It is good to remain vigilant.”
Lan did not tell Bard the true impact of Thorin’s taking back the Lonely Mountain. But as a person who has lived in the Gushan area for generations, Bud has instinctively felt the unrest in the current situation.
The death of the evil dragon seemed to have caused the lake, which had barely remained calm, to lose its suppression. Without Smaug's deterrent power against large legions and powerful forces, the undercurrents everywhere are now becoming more turbulent.
And there is a tendency for ‘undercurrents’ to turn into ‘waves’.
“That’s all I can do.”
Bad covered his forehead with a headache and smiled bitterly.
"Thanks to your face, the supplies that His Majesty Thranduil supports us should arrive tomorrow. Otherwise, I don't know how these poor people can survive in the ruins of Riverdale City in the winter."
"Don't think too much." Lan comforted Bud. "Once everyone is settled, the gold Thorin will deliver will bring this place back to life."
Bud wiped his face to cheer himself up and nodded.
“I hope so.”
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