Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1125 1107. The Returned Wizard

 Thorin was shocked and had nothing to say.

Just as Lan En said, if you are stalling for time with a reasonable person, this is indeed feasible.

 But once he doesn't want to delay, Thorin has very few choices.

 Keep the gold, or get the Arken Gem.

Even though Thorin is mentally disturbed now, he is not stupid after all.

When Lan En came out of the treasure hall, he was faced with the expectant eyes of the dwarves.

"How is it? Thorin, he" Bahrain stuttered nervously. "Is he getting better?"

“If giving away treasures actively or passively can alleviate the dragon’s disease, then it should be effective.”

Lann nodded towards the old dwarf, and all the dwarves in the circle suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed happily.

Bofur and Oin jumped up and high-fived.

  Their emotions when happy are always simple.

"But I can't stay any longer." Lan En said as he kept walking out. "The elves and humans must make it clear early. Everyone is very nervous now."

“Oh, by the way, Filikili.” Lan En, who was walking forward, turned his head slightly and called out to the two nephews of the King of the Lonely Mountain.

“Next time I’m a guest, how about we clean it up a little? You dwarves can’t treat guests like this in a hall full of cobwebs and dragon stench, right?”

 Fili and Kili looked at each other and immediately agreed happily.

"certainly!"

 “Just wait until we clean it up!”

 They were very happy that Lan En still regarded them as friends.

Coming out of the depths of the Lonely Mountain, Lann jumped off the temporary city gate built by the dwarves with the flannel ball that had returned to the team, and walked towards the river valley city.

On the way, Elmao first hugged Qilin's neck and stretched as if he had returned to his familiar bed.

 Then he lay on Qilin's head again.

The little paw touched the smooth broken horn of the unicorn, and made a "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk" sound.

“Qilin, your horn is broken again, meow.”

 Suddenly, Gu Long let out a dissatisfied neighing sound, which is more or less translated.

"Why do you say it was broken 'again'? This time it was an attack! It was not a beating!"

“Can the offensive be said to be ‘ended’?”

 “That’s what happened!”

After hearing a series of words that made people confused, a happy atmosphere filled the atmosphere between Flannel Ball and Lan En.

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Bard rode his horse back to River Valley City, but the solemn and angry expression on his face gave all the people waiting for him a bad premonition.

Thranduil stood in front of the city gate riding a stag and calmly took Bard into the city.

 He had long expected that the talks would not reach an agreement.

 He has seen countless dwarves and also seen dragon disease. He knew very well what Thorin would become, so he had no expectations from the beginning.

People in the river valley city began to panic, because everyone knew that without gold, most of them would not be able to survive this winter, let alone rebuild their homes.

Moreover, when Thorin was in Lake Town, he argued with Bard in front of the whole town and made a promise to share the treasure.

 In the end, they broke their promise at the most difficult time. The anger in the hearts of the refugees in Changhu Town, as well as the anger spurred by panic, exploded almost instantly.

 The noise of the crowd grew louder and louder.

People are saying that the dwarves are ungrateful. If they don't want to fulfill their promise, then they will take up weapons and arm themselves and go to the Lonely Mountain to get it.

 And Bard, who had always asked the townspeople to deal with things calmly at this time, now had nothing to say and could only watch the rumors spread among the crowd.

 In other words, it is better to spread.

 After all, a group of original fishermen are going to war, and they can't do it without anger as a spiritual motivation.

The contents of the ordnance depot in River Valley City have been distributed long ago.

Although due to the unsatisfactory storage conditions and the long time, not much can be used, it is still enough to arm a hundred-man team.

 “I still don’t understand.”

Bard stood in front of Thranduil's marching tent with a sad expression on his face, watching the townspeople begin to practice with weapons in hand.

"The gold we want is nothing to Gushan, and your national treasure has no special meaning to the dwarves. Why do they not hesitate to go to war?"

Thranduil had already taken off his armor and put on his gorgeous robes.

 His marching tent was set up in the central square of River Valley City.

At this time, the Elf King came out with two wine glasses, gave Bard a glass, and took a sip himself.

“You will know the stubbornness of dwarves as soon as you come into contact with them a few times. You cannot understand their thoughts, so it is best not to do such useless work.”

Bard is still grimacing, but he is not afraid of fighting, but

 He looked at the Changhu townspeople outside who were excited about the livelihood of themselves and their families.

At this time, the ruins of River Valley City, which were originally deserted and dilapidated, were filled with people that had not been seen in decades.

　　The majestic small patrols of the elves are patrolling in the city, and their uniform steps are as rhythmic as a drum. The townspeople were carrying firewood, food, weapons, armor, and arrows back and forth. Those who could work were all working, and shouts and greetings were heard constantly.

Several townspeople who were guards in Changhu Town began to organize the townspeople who were assigned to be armed, and they practiced temporarily and quickly in the form of small square formations. It's like sharpening one's skills before battle.

 In order to survive, they must need the gold, and they must fight the dwarves. But once a fight actually breaks out, how many people will die?

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the far side of the street. A white-haired old man wearing a tattered gray robe, with bloodstains and fatigue on his face, was riding a horse towards here.

Although his superb equestrian skills along the way prevented him from bumping into any busy townspeople in the crowded and damaged streets, he still caused a commotion.

Bard noticed that Thranduil's face showed that he had seen a troublesome person and something unexpected.

 “Oh, you are here.”

The old man kept walking in front of the square in Riverdale City. He dismounted and walked towards Thranduil's marching tent.

 The elf guards passing by him did not stop him as if they had not seen him.

Thranduil slightly adjusted the look and expression on his face, and greeted him with a smile.

 “Mithrandil, long time no see.”

 “Forgive me the politeness, Thranduil.”

Gandalf held a different staff in his hand and walked towards the Elf King and Bard with vigorous steps.

 It was as if the scars and embarrassment on his face were all fake.

 “I’m here to give you, the dwarves and the humans a warning!”

Gandalf said seriously. His appearance and temperament accumulated from long-term wisdom made Bard feel that he was a wise and reliable person when they first met.

But Thranduil is very different.

 “Please speak, I am listening.”

The Elf King said, taking a sip of the wine in the wine glass, showing obvious duplicity.

"The grudges between you and the dwarves must be put aside first! The war has begun, and the orc army of Dol Guldur is rushing here!"

 “Everyone here is in danger!”

Gandalf said with his hands on his hips. His silver scarf, which was originally hung neatly around his neck, was now sloppily dragged to the ground.

 Looking very embarrassed.

Thranduil did not comment on Gandalf's words, but Bard frowned.

 After all, he had only been a fisherman for a few days.

Any disturbance at this time makes him sensitive.

So Bud took a step forward and stared at the old man in front of him.

"what are you saying?"

"You don't know them yet, Bard." Thranduil spoke before Gandalf wanted to respond, with a relaxed tone, as if he didn't care about the 'danger' in the old wizard's mouth.

“Wizards are like thunder rolling in the cold winter. The movement is quite loud, but when have you ever seen it really rain?”

“Oh my God.” Gandalf braced himself and looked at Thranduil angrily, “When did my advice become so worthless?”

“The orc army is already on the way, and may even be in front of us overnight! They have mobilized all their strength, and you haven’t realized the danger yet!”

Thranduil looked at the furious Gandalf coldly.

"Since you asked us not to target the dwarves first, I don't want to hear it. After all, I also know that the dwarves in the lonely mountain are all your friends. It sounds reasonable to stabilize us for the sake of the safety of our friends. Isn’t it?”

“I appreciate your loyalty to your friends, Gandalf. But why do you think I am in such a hurry to get this done?”

"You said the orcs might have arrived overnight, but the question is: How could they have gone so fast? That was an army that set out from Dol Guldur."

“Secondly, where are the traces of that army?”

Gandalf opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

 First of all, as the initiator of the dwarves' restoration expedition and a friend of the dwarves, his position is indeed awkward now.

Then, he did not know the current whereabouts of the army that set out from Dol Guldur.

Gandalf entered the eerie old castle alone in order to lure out the true form of his enemy.

 He succeeded, and indeed the power of the dark enemy did not return to full strength.

 Under the heavy pressure, he did not even kill him directly. Instead, they only severely injured him, suppressed his power, and imprisoned him.

Out of some bad taste, he called the leader of the northern orcs, Azog the Blasphemer, in front of him.

 Let him lead the army out in full force, and Gandalf witnessed the assembly process of the entire orc army.

 That's why we were extremely worried about the situation in Gushan and rushed over non-stop after we got out of trouble.

As soon as he came over, he saw the three parties of humans, elves, and dwarves at war with each other.

Gandalf suddenly felt numb.

The enemy hasn't appeared yet, and there will be a fight on our side.