Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1128 1110. Bad 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.

 Early the next morning, the dwarves had returned to the lonely mountain happily.

The elves and humans in River Valley City also calmed down.

 No one seems to think that in this scenario, there is any need to face each other with swords and be stained with blood.

But when the sun rose a little higher, a rumble of marching sound suddenly came from the hills east of Gushan.

The townspeople in the river valley city were as panicked as if 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?”

　In order to survive for themselves and their families, the townspeople of Changhu Town can make a desperate move and muster up the courage to go to Thorin to ask for the promised gold.

But they didn't think they had any 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, as well as restless goat war beasts, these sporadic sounds are superimposed together, naturally giving off a chilling military atmosphere.

 “Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Don’t talk nonsense!”

Bard 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 were allowed to talk nonsense in fear, then after a few more rounds of communication, the purpose of these dwarves would become "to cause massacre" in the townspeople's mouths.

From a row of dwarves on the hill, three figures emerged from the crowd and rode down the slope.

One of them is an old human man wearing gray robes and white hair, tall and tall.

The other one was wearing the characteristic armor of the dwarves full of geometric lines, and was riding a sturdy and stocky armored boar.

 The other one is a pretty decent dwarf goat.

　　Bard, who hurriedly climbed up the city wall, felt even more relieved when he saw this situation.

 His frowned brows relaxed and he 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 were already sensible in this difficult day, and now they are 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 was eagerly looking at him.

"It's okay! Go back and do the work!"

 After being reiterated by Bard again, the townspeople seemed to finally calm down and dispersed into the city.

 The elves are more calm.

Thranduil spoke lightly to Lan beside him.

"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 force would have appeared on our flank this morning."

The River Valley City is located on the west side of the gentle **** 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 the Lonely Mountain as he said before, then the flank would be right under the edge of the Iron Foot Army.

“Well, we have to show our strength, otherwise it will be difficult for Thorin Oakenshield in the Lonely Mountain to think that he has the capital.”

 Speaking, 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 spoke without looking back.

"No, don't send out the elven army, stay in the city first."

"I believe Gandalf has finished his conversation, so don't stir up any sensitivities at this time. Let's go alone."

Thranduil thought for a while and said nothing.

If the Ironfoots really want to support Thorin Oakenshield, they have to fight here.

Although Riverdale 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 their 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 would leave large moving shadows from time to time.

The khaki earth carries an aura of desolation and chill.

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 to a certain level, the dwarf riding a wild boar on the opposite side reluctantly moved forward under the urging of Gandalf.

 But even so, it is still far behind Gandalf.

"You look really tired, Gandalf." The old wizard completed the meeting one step ahead of schedule, but Lann looked at his expression of exhaustion and helplessness, as if he was even worse than when he had just escaped from Dol Guldur and arrived in Riverdale City.

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 the 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, Gandalf, how many things have you accomplished?”

 The old wizard shook his head and did not answer.

 Last night I traveled through the night with Gandalf, 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 hands on his waist.

“Hey, I’m too old. I’m no longer old enough to ride a goat.”

Bard rode close to him, 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 hands feebly: "Stop complimenting me. If I can avoid fighting, my waist will be worth it."

"I thought I was going to die outside and become a lonely ghost, but now I can still return to Gushan. I have nothing to be dissatisfied about, and I don't care about the gold. As long as our people can go home, that's better than anything else. ”

Bard nodded. These people in Changhu Town are now considered to be devastated, and they are very touched.

After the greetings, Bard 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 dwarf army is awe-inspiring, and Bard cannot help but be careful.

"Dane kept his promise." Bahrain gave the other party reassurance. "Last night, I testified and explained the whole story and losses of Chang Lake Town. Dane had no objection to the gold reward from Chang Lake Town, and he also felt that it was too much. Lin went too far.”

Thranduil, who was sitting next to the stag, narrowed his eyes keenly at this time.

There is no problem with the gold in Changhu Town, 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 he held a square-peened hammer the size of a man's head.

“You are the ones surrounding 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 fangs and curves upward to shape.

 Like a ferocious and arrogant wild boar.

 His words and behavior are exactly like that.

“Okay, my cousin Thorin has recaptured the Lonely Mountain, and then you will surround him while he is alone!”

Dane was obviously a bit shorter than everyone else, but now the wild boar pacing around his crotch seemed to be surrounding them.

The huge square-head hammer in his hand kept 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.

“You 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, I am not blackmailing, and my partial ownership of this treasure was personally recognized by Thorin Oakenshield."

"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 land issue must not be mixed with sand! You have surrounded the lonely mountain, then All other explanations should be put to the back of the table!”

 “Don’t even think about mentioning anything until this matter is resolved!”

　　Although he was responding to Lan En, the arrogant dwarf always looked at Thranduil on the stag.

 The meaning is self-evident.

 The Elf King was so angry that his eyes rounded up, and his delicate face almost laughed in anger.

"But regarding the orc army, it comes before all other issues, right?"

Just before the atmosphere became tense and tense, Lan En suddenly spoke.

At this time, 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 opposition 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.

And [Iron Foot] Dane also snorted coldly, causing the wild boar that had been pacing in circles to return to the front.

“Yeah, those orcs are like bitches!”

 Dane's tone was like a hungry wolf chewing bones.

“Gandalf talked nonsense to me all night, and I ended up not knowing where the dirty army was!”

"We dwarves' axes and hammers are indestructible, but we can't split the air and smash it to pieces. You guys have to tell me where those Orcs are! Where Azog the **** is! Better before my patience runs out!"

“Yes, we are also thinking about this problem.” Lan En should be the only person who can talk calmly in front of Dane, a grumpy dwarf.

 For some reason, Dane couldn't get angry even if he wanted to get angry at him.

This big guy always seems to make sense when he says it.

“As expected, their efficiency in gathering forces is very high. They also move very fast.”

Lan En looked at Gandalf, and the old wizard nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.