The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"The spears, bows and arrows, and those who have received the sword and shield, assemble separately."

Most people still don't understand what's going on, they are still immersed in the joy of getting help from the elves. He couldn't jump to a conclusion before Bard returned from his negotiations. However, people moved quickly, and within a short while, all the weapons were distributed to the hands of these hundreds of townspeople. All the elves walked up the city wall, facing the direction of the lone mountain, as if Thranduil was planning to demonstrate against the dwarves in the lone mountain Irub. Catch it with one's hands.

"You rescued these dwarves from my dungeon. Your extra act caused us a lot of trouble, human." Thranduil clearly remembered the Demon Hunter.

"Maybe it's right, maybe it's wrong. We'll know when all this is over." Zelin, who stood at the gate of the city, leaned against the gate, looking at the lonely mountain in the distance. Bud rode over on a horse, and it would not be long before they would know the result.

"Does it have to go to war, Your Highness?" After a while, Zelin asked Thrandil, "If the Lonely Mountain Treasure is really as large as the legend, there will be enough for all of us, and there will be more left. ."

If you divide five out of ten gold coins, some people may repent, but when a person owns 10,000 gold coins, one hundred less gold coins may not be noticed. It is not difficult to choose a small part in exchange for peace. Not to mention, this is not human beings who came to Gushan to grab and take. This is what Thorin originally promised to the people in Long Lake Town in exchange for help. Remuneration.

"You don't know dwarves, but I do." Thranduil had an unpredictable smile on his face. "Being reasonable with them is like playing the piano to a bull. The theory with dwarves is meaningless, especially when it comes to gold. They can only come hard."

"For the gold, is it worth the bloodshed?"

"If there is no gold, the people of River Valley will be displaced, and they will not be able to rebuild the city." Thrandil said lightly. "If the dwarves are willing to hand over what should belong to us, war will naturally be avoided."

People in River Valley began to talk about it, and some people seemed to have realized something, especially Alfred began to talk loudly in many places about the dwarves who were about to break the oath and were unwilling to give them a single cent. People are surprised, and then angry. They paid so much for the restoration of the dwarves, and even the dragon Smaug was not killed by the dwarves, but died in Long Lake Town. How could these dwarves abandon their previous promises.

A bundle of arrows was transported out of the armory, and people were all wearing armor. Although these helmets did not fit the townspeople who were fishermen and coopers not long ago, no one cared about them. Now these people no longer have to worry about spending the winter, and now they have to start thinking about the next life. Some people have begun to practice how to use spears and swords in courtyards and streets, and others have begun to practice archery using straw bales as targets.

At least the arrows won't break when shot on straw bales, they are not rich enough to be wasted.

"These people are very wise, and it makes no sense to negotiate with dwarves."

Thranduil said leisurely. He did have a leisurely reason. If it wasn't for Bud who said he was going to try to talk to the dwarves, now the army of elves had lined up in front of the gate of Lonely Mountain. Maybe the elves have already entered.

"My son, where is it now?" Suddenly, the elf king asked.

"The last time I saw him, Legolas said he was going to Gundabad Mountain to investigate the orcs." Zelin replied casually.

"With Taurier?"

"Yes."

It didn't take long for Zelin to see Bud riding his horse back from the road leading to the Lonely Mountain. The archer's solemn expression indicated that the negotiation should have failed.

"He's nothing." Bud shouted at Thranduil from a distance.

"It's a pity, but you did your best." The elf king slowly drew out his sword. "Tomorrow morning, we will attack."

After all, he drove his elk back to River Valley City. Bud has anger and confusion on his face.

"I don't understand why he would rather go to war than pay for gold?"

"Dwarves have always been like this." Thranduil seemed to have expected this result. "Are you attacking with us?"

Bud glanced at Gushan last and nodded.

"We need gold, otherwise the people under the lonely mountain will become history."

At this time, there was a roar in the direction of Gushan, and the head of a huge dwarf statue at the door of the fortress slipped from its shoulders, and the stones roared, smashing the only stone bridge connected to the door of the fortress.

The dwarves showed their attitude.

Chapter 743 Negotiations

"I'll go to Gushan to take a look, Bud, the townspeople are fully armed, and I will be back before this afternoon."

Zelin didn't know why Thorin had such confidence that he would fight an entire army with more than a dozen people. No matter how crazy people are, it is impossible not to realize that ten people can never guard that wall, even if they tear down the bridge.

Either that Thorin really became completely irrational because of the gold, or did the dwarves of Lone Mountain have other certainty, some kind of special powerful weapon? Or unexpected reliance, allowing them to refuse Thranduil's request. He had better find out the reason, and the best result would be for the dwarves to make concessions, or the elven soldiers to take down the lone mountain without blood. The worst result is that for some special reason, the elves and humans paid a great price to win the Lonely Mountain.

As for the possibility that Thorin could successfully repel this army, Zelin ruled it out.

"I don't think you can convince him." Bud shook his head. "Go over and they will shoot you with bows and arrows."

"There are many people who want to shoot me with bows and arrows, but I am still here." Zelin shrugged. "Lend your horse for a use. You'd better go and explain the situation to the people here. They are all worried or suspected of picking up. What else will happen next."

"But they blocked the bridge and you can't get there." With that, Bud rolled over and got off his horse, and handed the horse's rein to the demon hunter.

"Don't worry, such a wall can't stop me."

The city gates that the dwarves piled up with stones in an emergency are full of holes in the eyes of the demon hunters. Those rugged stones are no different from a steeper slope. He had encountered more trouble once, but he got it every time.

"Yes, you are a wizard." Bud rubbed the tip of his nose. "Can you use witchcraft to blow up the stones in the gate, or just make a way out? Anyway, I can't think of what a wizard would do. Anyway, at Come back before launching the attack."

"It won't be long."

The wind rushed through the wasteland unscrupulously, and Zelin could almost feel the gravel hitting his armor. Getting closer and closer to the Lonely Mountain, the walls of the Irub Fortress were more clearly presented in front of the Demon Hunters. Even if this fortress was destroyed by Smaug, its remaining scale is enough to prove to anyone how strong this fortress was in the past. It is estimated that the fortress can be defeated when Iruba is intact, and probably only the powerful dragon. .

Not only the demon hunter, but also Baggins Bilbo, the hobbit in the Lonely Mountain, was also puzzled and puzzled.

"What are you doing? You can't go to war, Thorin." Bilbo was covered with ash all over his body, and it was difficult to keep his clothes tidy and messy hair when he was tumbling in the dragon's lair in Lonely Mountain. . Since the dwarves got the lone mountain, everyone has been searching for the heart of the mountain day and night, the Arken Stone. The amount of gold is so much that they have been searching for several days, but they have not been able to find the golden mountain again.

Not to mention the smell of dragons that permeate Yilubai. The mountain fortress is too big for a dozen people to clean it out, let alone making it livable. In fact, the interior of Yilubai may be It is no better than some ordinary underground caves. It was cold and humid, like the dark circles under Thorin's eyes.

"It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Baggins." Thorin looked at Valley City not far away indifferently, while the other dwarves were silent beside him.

"I'm sorry, you may need to be reminded that there is an army of elves stationed outside." Bilbo's voice became rushed because of anxiety. "Not to mention there are hundreds of furious fishermen. Seriously, we are outnumbered. ."

Hearing this, Thorin smiled slightly and shook his head confidently.

"We won't wait here for too long."

This sentence choked back Bilbo's remaining advice. He took a few deep breaths and asked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"It means." Thorin took a few steps and walked to Bilbo. "Mr. Bilbo, never, never underestimate the dwarf."

Oak Shield turned to the other dwarves. "Now, we have regained the lone mountain. Now, we want to protect it."

But as soon as his voice fell, he heard Groyin's shout standing on the city wall.

"Someone is here again, it's the wizard!"

Hearing this, several dwarves were embarrassed. Because just two days ago, these dwarves also promised Zelin that they would clear the hall soon, and invite the people who are still in River Valley City to come to Iruba, take their gold, and invite those who have helped them. Of people come to Gushan as a guest. But now, they closed the gate, and they were about to confront the residents of the river valley with swords.

"Leave him alone, tell him, if you want to say anything, just fly over this wall by yourself."

After all, Thorin walked down the wall of the gate, and the other dwarves followed him to the armory in the Lonely Mountain, where the best weapons and armors that a dwarf craftsman could make were stored. No matter how they ultimately protect the Lonely Mountain, they will need the armor and weapons inside.

However, before they took a few steps away, they heard a familiar voice from the wall behind.

"Maybe your newly built wall is still too short. A crappy wizard flew up in no time."

Zelin was standing on the edge of the city wall, looking at the dwarf below who had not completely walked down the stairs. "If you want to deal with the elves, you must at least double the wall height, or remember to let someone watch on it. Maybe wait for you. When you wake up, you will find yourself back in the prison of the Woodland Kingdom."

These dwarves opened their eyes wide in surprise. No one of them would have thought that the retaining wall they had built up overnight would be walked up, but after thinking of Zelin's identity, most of the dwarves withdrew their shocked expressions. Few people know about wizards. In fact, many people will never see a real wizard in their lifetime. No one knows to what extent they can do it.