The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"You want to take Bilbo? No, no, it's too dangerous, I would never agree." Gandalf shook his head. From time to time, the rumbling of battles spread into this militia assembly area, and lost their target. The beasts of war began to throw boulders aimlessly into the city. Their purpose was only one, destroying and destroying all of this. From time to time, houses were being destroyed. The sound of the destruction, the smoke and dust splashing from the place where the boulder fell is clearly visible. Fortunately, there is still some distance from the market. "Bilbo has already ventured twice. I can't allow him to risk his life for the third time."

"We are alone and helpless, Gandalf." Zelin pointed to Crow Hill, which had become illusory in the dim morning light. ."

"Your plan is too risky."

Zelin squinted his eyes and looked at the city outside. "Try to end the war as much as possible, or gain an advantage for allies. War itself is a risky thing. I understand that you are worried about Bilbo. I will ask him for his opinion. I will not force it. Anyone take risks with me."

This will be a raid. He must destroy his command post before Azog can react. The ruins and mountain roads on Raven Hill can make it easy for an orc to hide. The demon hunter needs to know where he can break into the top of the mountain without knowing it.

"No need to ask." As always, Bilbo used his peculiar ring and invisibility ability "I want to go to Crow Ridge with you, I must help."

"No, Bilbo, I won't agree." Gandalf vetoed. Bilbo originally came here only as a snitch of the dwarf expedition to regain the Lone Mountain. His task was to steal the Arken Stone from the Dragon's Den and give it to Thorin. Now that the Lone Mountain has long been recovered, and the mission of the expedition team has been completed, Bilbo has no obligation to stay and help. When Gandalf asked Bilbo to join the expedition, the wizard would not allow Bilbo to die here.

But who knows, Bilbo stubbornly shook his head, "I'm not asking for your consent, Gandalf, I can't stay in a safe place and ignore sacrifices while others are fighting."

The wizard took a few puffs of cigarettes fiercely and exhaled slowly. The smoke gathered in mid-air and turned into an elliptical house that looked upside down on the ground.

"Charles..."

Bilbo's home.

"I know, Gandalf, when the war is over, he must come to my house as a guest. I will prepare the Shire's best tea for you."

"You know me, Bilbo." Gandalf rolled his eyes and looked at the Hobbit. "Charre's good tobacco."

"Of course, definitely not less." The Hobbit smiled, and he looked at Zelin. "What are we going to do? Take you to Crow Ridge? I know the road. I almost moved the terrain of Crow Ridge that night. It's all in my head."

"Yes, when it's Crow Ridge, leave the rest to me." Zelin looked at the militiamen who had regrouped in the bazaar, and Bud was going to lead them to recapture Stone Street and be able to withdraw from the city. Almost all of the militiamen have assembled, less than Zelin expected. He just hopes that it is because these refugees in Long Lake Town do not know the terrain of River Valley City. If the Demon Hunter summons Avak here, it will definitely cause some chaos. Whether there is chaos or not, he is reluctant to touch this possibility.

But at this moment, the hooves of horses rang in the streets of the market, and a white horse rushed from the street with two elves sitting on it. As soon as Legolas saw Gandalf, he immediately tightened the reins. He rolled over and got off his horse, revealing Tauriel, the elf sitting behind. There was still blood dripping on Tauriel's double knives, and it was obvious that they had come all the way from the city.

"Misrandil!"

"Legolas, Legolas Greenleaf!" Gandalf stood up and walked towards the elf.

"There is also an army of orcs, Gandalf, your warning is correct." Legolas walked over and said to them, "Polger, he is leading the orcs from the Gundabad fortress on their way to the Lonely Mountain. Soon Will be there."

"What are we waiting for?" Zelin suggested. "Then let us go to Crow Ridge to kill Azog before Bolger's army reinforces!"

"Polger's army comes from the east." Legolas said in detail to Zelin.

Chapter 766: Shadow of the Evil Dragon

In the silent lonely mountain, Thorin sat alone on the dwarf throne of Iruba.

This very familiar yet very strange king's hall.

Part of the towering backrest of the throne was damaged, and the unrepaired throne appeared to be a match for the king's hall, which was littered with rubble. Thorin knew what was going on. When Smaug broke into the Lonely Mountain, his grandfather Thor did not lead his soldiers to fight Smaug or cover people's retreat when the dragon attacked the fortress. Thor ran to his throne and took away the Arken Stone embedded in the backrest.

This is the only thing a king did when his country was attacked.

The shattered hall was silent.

Thorin still remembers that he led his soldiers to resist the dragon. When Smaug drove straight in, he ran to Iruba to find his grandfather. He still remembered seeing his grandfather Thor hiding in a treasure house full of gold. Looking at the appearance of the Arkenstein in his hand. He forcibly pulled his grandfather out of the treasury and led the people to flee the lonely mountain occupied by the dragon.

The Arken Stone fell into the Dragon Cave at that time.

The broken hall was deserted.

Thorin still remembers that after his grandfather Thor died in Moria in battle, and his father Thorne disappeared and his whereabouts were unknown, he alone took up the responsibility of the entire Turin dwarf, as a dwarf lord of the blue mountains, to guarantee his son The people's life continued, leading them to start a new life. At that time, they had nothing; at that time, they were alone. He still remembers when he led the people to take root in the Blue Mountains and regained their wealth, they spontaneously built a hall in his name.

The House of Solin in the Blue Mountains.

The shattered hall was silent.

Thorin vaguely remembered the sense of responsibility that arose in his heart when he met the gray-robed wizard Gandalf in Bree, who persuaded him to form an expedition team and regain the Lonely Mountain. He still remembered his generous speeches in the Blue Mountains, and in the end there were twelve dwarves willing to risk the death of the dragon and embark on the journey with him. At that time, Bahrain told him about the changes of his grandfather Sol, and he smiled and patted Bahrain on the shoulder.

"I am not my grandfather."

Thorin was taken aback. The sound that suddenly sounded in such a silent hall, the sound from his mouth, how hoarse, how gloomy. He had heard such a voice before, Smaug, when he faced the dragon in the lonely mountain, Smaug's voice made him unforgettable.

The sound of footsteps came from far away, from far to near. Thorin noticed that he was bowing his head on the throne, holding the heavy crown on his forehead with one hand.

How long have you been sitting here?

"Sorin."

Devarin's figure walked along the stone path in the middle of the throne hall. Just in the afternoon outside, the slanting sun just reflected the light from the gate above the solitary mountain, and the entrance of the hall became blurred in the light, like a dividing line, completely isolating the hall from the outside world. Devarin, Thorin's most loyal and powerful cadre, like Kilifi, the most loyal to Thorin, and can even use his life to defend Thorin. In fact, Devarin has already proven himself.

"How can we abandon the tribe." Dewarin walked up the steps of the throne hall in two steps. "Dyne is fighting the orcs, Thorin, our tribe is dying. The elves are all helping Dain in the battle, how could we stand by. "

Fight, fight hard.

Yes, there is a fight outside.

Thorin suddenly opened his eyes as if he had recovered.

"There are caves everywhere in this big mountain..." Thorin murmured, "Fight, we can build fortifications, strengthen the walls, and ensure safety..." His voice became low and inaudible, and his opened eyes gradually closed. . Suddenly, he stood up suddenly, as if thinking of the most important thing, "Yes, yes, that's it."

Thorin's voice became rush, and he walked to Dewarin in two steps, "We are going to move the gold to a deeper and safer underground."

With that said, he was going to the treasure house. The big jacket woven of mink velvet dragged a trace on the dusty ground. Thorin's clothes like a king made him a stark contrast with Devarin, who was dressed in simple leather clothes and chain armor around him, as if they were from two worlds.

"Didn't you hear? Dyne needs help!" There was a sad look on Devarin's face. It was not painful sadness, but disappointed sadness. There was only unbelievable and extremely disappointed in his eyes. "They are right. Constantly dying under the swords and axes of the orcs, we are not even willing to open the gate of the lonely mountain?!"

Thorin turned his head blankly.

"In the war, death and injury are inevitable, life is inherently cheap, and the value of these gold cannot be estimated by human life, it is worth every drop of our blood."

Devarin closed his eyes.

"Sorin, you are wearing a crown now, sitting in this high wall, but you look smaller than ever."

"Don't talk to me like that..." Thorin shook his head slightly, and he staggered back a few steps. "It's like I'm still some low dwarf lord." He seemed to have a headache, and one hand supported his forehead "It's like... …I’m still Thorin Oakshield..."

He drew his sword all at once.

"I am the king! The king under the mountain!"

"You are my king, you have always known it." Facing Thorin's sword, Devarin was indifferent. "But you don't know what you have become!"

Thorin stared at Devarin in a daze, at the follower he most trusted and most familiar with.

With a jingle, the sword had already slipped from his hand at some point.

"Get out..." Thorin turned staggeringly, and walked to the steps leading to the treasure house under the throne, "Get out of here..."

"Sorin!"