Chapter 1128 1110. Temper
Based on the first batch of gold delivered at dusk, humans and the dwarves in the Lonely Mountain have at least established a certain degree of mutual trust again.
In the early morning of the next day, the dwarves had happily returned to the lonely mountain.
The elves and humans in River Valley City also calmed down.
No one seems to think that in this scene, there is any need for the swords to face each other and the swords to be stained with blood.
But when the sun rose a little higher, a rumble of marching sounds suddenly came from the hills east of Gushan.
The townspeople in River Valley City were panicking like their buttocks were on fire.
Most of them have only received their weapons for two days. Although they have practiced a few times during this period, they are still reluctant to be called militiamen.
“It’s a dwarf!”
The armed townspeople on the city wall turned around and shouted in panic.
"An army of dwarves!"
"The dwarves are treacherous!?"
"Are they coming to attack us?"
For the survival of himself and his family, Chang The townsfolk of Laketown can make a desperate move and muster up the courage to go to Thorin and ask for the promised gold.
But they didn't think they had a chance of winning against a heavily armed dwarf army.
The dwarves who looked like iron pillars stood on the top of the hills to the east of the Lonely Mountain, forming a row of people shining with a dull steel light.
The goat with external armor is the cavalry mount of the dwarves. This goat has excellent endurance and can move flexibly in mountains and hills. It is the traditional war beast of the dwarves.
Dwarves wearing heavy armor and restless goat war beasts. These sputtering and scattered sounds are superimposed together, naturally giving off a chilling military atmosphere.
"Don't panic! Don't panic! Don't talk nonsense!"
Bud shouted loudly in the crowd to suppress people's panic.
"The gold the dwarves sent yesterday was not fake! The dwarves were with us yesterday, weren't they? They are sincere! Don't panic!"
If the townspeople talk nonsense in fear, then It is estimated that after a few more rounds of rumors, the purpose of these dwarves in the words of the townspeople will become 'to carry out massacres'.
In a row of dwarves on the hill, three figures emerged from the crowd and rode down the slope.
One of them is a tall, tall man with gray robes and white hair. He is an old human man.
The other one was wearing the dwarves' characteristic armor full of geometric lines and riding a sturdy and stocky armored boar.
The other one is a decent dwarf goat.
Bard, who hurriedly climbed up the city wall, felt even more relieved when he saw this situation.
He relaxed his frown and spoke to his son behind him.
"It seems that the wizard in gray robes has reached a conclusion with the dwarves. I will go to meet them. Barn, take care of your sisters."
Bard's three children are here He was always sensible during these difficult days, and now he is helping him with many things.
"Everything is fine!" After instructing his son, Bard raised his hand and waved it downwards, showing it to the townspeople gathered under the city wall.
The panicked crowd looked eagerly at him.
"Everything is fine! Go back, it's time to work!"
After being reiterated by Bard again, the townspeople finally seemed to have calmed down a little and headed into the city. Disperse.
The elves are more calm.
Thranduil said lightly to Lan next to him.
"It must be the dwarves of the Iron Hills. Gandalf traveled under the stars last night. It seems that if he had not gone before, this army would have appeared on our flank this morning."
River Valley The city is located on the west side of the gentle slope at the foot of Lonely Mountain, while the Iron Hills dwarves appear on the east side, separated by a large plain facing the Lonely Mountain gate.
If Thranduil really formed a formation to attack Gushan as he said before, then the side would be right under the edge of the Iron Foot Army.
“Well, we have to show our strength, otherwise it will be difficult to let Thorin Oakenshield in the Lonely Mountain think that he has the capital.”
With that said, Thranduil put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up and put on his armor.
Lan En stood outside the marching tent, looking at the dwarf military formation on the hill opposite, and said without looking back.
"No, don't bring out the elven army, stay in the city first."
"I believe Gandalf has finished talking, don't stir up any sensitive nerves at this time. Let's Go alone.”
Thranduil didn’t say anything after thinking about it.
If the Ironfoots really wanted to support Thorin Oakenshield, they would have to fight here.
Although River Valley City is dilapidated and old, it still has an outline. You won't suffer any loss if you stay here and don't go out.
Coupled with the elves' thousands of years of tacit understanding and bodies as light as fallen leaves, it is impossible for dwarves to have an advantage in street fighting.
So a few minutes later, Lan En, Bard and Thranduil met outside the city of River Valley City and approached the three people on the opposite side who had already descended the hillside.
On the large plain at the main entrance of Gushan, the clouds in the sky will leave large moving shadows from time to time.
The khaki earth carries an aura of desolation and chilling.
This wasteland does not look big, but when the six people look at it from a distance, the opposite side still looks like ants standing on the horizon.
When Lan En and the others got close enough, the dwarf riding a wild boar on the opposite side reluctantly moved forward under Gandalf's urging.
But even so, it is still far behind Gandalf.
"You look really tired, Gandalf." The old wizard finished the meeting one step ahead of schedule, but Lan En looked at his face tired and helpless, as if he had just escaped from Dol Guldur and arrived in the river valley. The city was still unbearable.
Gandalf pinched the bridge of his nose sadly, his gray hair hanging down under his pointed hat, looking exhausted.
"Seriously Lann, if Thorin who is suffering from dragon disease is really more difficult to deal with than Dane, then I really can't imagine how you convinced him at that time."
"You have to be strategic with your words, have arrangements in your plans, and the most important thing is to take the initiative in the conversation." Lan En sat on Qilin's back. With his height advantage, he could easily see the rider who was reluctant to follow him. Pig dwarf.
“Tell me about Gandalf, how many things have you accomplished?”
The old wizard shook his head and did not answer.
I traveled through the night with Gandalf last night, and the dwarf who acted as the middleman was Balin.
He was faster than the dwarf riding the pig, but still slower than Gandalf. He came here only after he finished speaking.
Under the sound of the goat's hooves trampling on the ground, the old dwarf with a white beard looked unhappy and pressed his waist.
“Hey, I’m too old. I’m no longer old enough to ride a goat.”
Bud approached on horseback, bent down and patted the old dwarf to encourage him: "Thank you, Balin. And you look full of energy now."
The old dwarf waved his hand feebly: "Don't compliment me. If I don't fight, my waist will be worth it."
"I thought I would die outside and become a lonely ghost, but now I can return to Gushan. Yes, I don’t care about the gold. As long as our people can go home, that’s better than anything else.”
Bud nodded, these people in Changhu Town are now considered to have their families broken up, and he was very touched. .
After the greetings, Bud looked at the pig-riding dwarf who was about to approach, and asked in a low voice: "We don't want to fight, and they don't want to fight us, right?"
The legions of dwarves are awe-inspiring, and Bard cannot help but be careful.
"Dane has kept his promise." Bahrain gave the other party reassurance, "I testified last night and explained clearly the whole story and losses of Chang Lake Town. Dane has no gold reward for Chang Lake Town. Objection, he also felt that Thorin had gone too far."
At this time, Thranduil, who was sitting next to the stag, narrowed his eyes sharply.
The gold in Changhu Town is fine, but it still looks menacing. Does that mean it has objections to their elves?
Sure enough, a dwarf with a thick head armor and a wild boar on his crotch sauntered closer.
In his hand was a square peen hammer the size of a man's head.
"Is it you who are surrounding you outside Gushan?"
After getting closer, people found that this was a very typical dwarf.
He has a strong beard and a stocky figure. The beard around his mouth is braided into the shape of fangs and curves upward to shape.
Like a fierce and arrogant wild boar.
His words and actions certainly sound like it.
"Okay, my cousin Thorin has recaptured the Lonely Mountain, and then you will surround him when he is isolated and helpless!"
Dai is obviously a bit shorter than everyone else. Well, now the wild boar pacing under his crotch seemed to be surrounding them.
The huge square-head hammer in his hand could not stop turning, just like a skilled carpenter who was familiar with the feel of the hammer before starting work and was ready to smash it out at any time.
“I still want to extort the treasures accumulated by our dwarves in the Lonely Mountain!”
Lan En calmly looked at the hot-tempered 'dwarf' in front of him: "I have to clarify that I am not blackmailing. My partial ownership of this treasure was personally acknowledged by Thorin Oakenshield."< br>
"Yes, I heard Bahrain say it last night." Dane remained unmoved, "But one code is one code! The money should be given to us, but the territorial issue must not be mixed with sand! You guys are surrounding us. If you go to Gushan, then put all other opinions in the back row!”
“Don’t even think about mentioning anything until this matter is resolved!”
Although he is responding to Lan En, it is arrogant! The dwarf always looked at Thranduil on the stag and said.
The meaning is self-evident.
The Elf King's eyes were rounded with anger, and his delicate face almost laughed in anger.
“But regarding the orc army, it has to come before all other issues, right?”
Just before the atmosphere calmed down and almost became tense, Lan En He suddenly spoke.
At this moment, not only Thranduil, but also Dane was relieved of his anger.
This is almost needless to say. The hatred between elves, dwarves and orcs has lasted for tens of thousands of years.
This is not only racial hatred, but also the confrontation between good and evil in this special world.
The stag's hooves clicked a few steps, and Thranduil turned his head automatically, not facing Dane directly.
[Iron Foot] Dane also snorted coldly, causing the wild boar that had been pacing in circles to return to the front.
“Yes, those orcs are like bitches!”
Dane’s tone was like a hungry wolf chewing bones.
"Gandalf talked nonsense to me all night, and in the end I didn't know where the dirty army was!"
"We dwarves' axes and hammers are indestructible, but we can't split the air. Hammer. You have to tell me where the bastard Azog is!"
"Yes, we are thinking about this too." He should be the only person who can have a calm conversation with Dane, a grumpy dwarf.
I don’t know why, even though Dane wanted to get angry at him, he just couldn’t get angry.
This grown-up guy always seems to have a fucking point in what he says
"As expected, they are very efficient in gathering their strength. They also move very fast."
Lan looked at Gandalf, and the old wizard nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.
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(End of this chapter)