Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1080 1062. The Supreme One

"We have found our master again, elf."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice echoed in the hall, with a hint of pride in its low voice.

In the woodland kingdom, the buildings are closely connected with the large trees that have grown for unknown ages in the dark forest.

The elves used their own artistic aesthetics to combine trees and rocks to create a winding and beautiful woodland kingdom.

Thranduil, the Elven King of the Woodland Kingdom. The name means 'vigorous spring' in Elvish.

So he wears different crowns in different seasons.

It was autumn now, so on his silky waist-length white hair, he was wearing a crown made of red pearl-like berries and branches.

An elf was escorting the captured orc, kneeling before the king and accepting questions.

The orc's words could not make this elegant and delicate-faced elf king feel psychological fluctuations.

Although he is a 'relatively' young elf king, he has seen a lot.

"This is the nature of evil." After the orcs screamed, Thranduil walked up and down like an explanation and said to the elf warriors who were suppressing the orcs.

"Because people are becoming more and more numb to evil, in the open wilderness, under people's eyes, evil always gathers strength again. Until no one can control it anymore, and then they show themselves freely to the world, Traveling in all directions.”

Thranduil's temperament and appearance are even worse than those of his son Legolas.

At this time, he was just like looking at an object, turning around and looking at the captured orc in his territory without emotion.

According to the records reported by the patrol members, his son Legolas and the captain of the escort team Tauriel, after handing the prisoner to others, went to Lake Town on their own.

It was said that it was necessary to ‘contain the spread of evil’.

Thranduil knew very well that this was because the young and energetic elf was dissatisfied with his inaction during this period.

But this did not prevent him from having a bad mood when facing the orc captives.

"It's no surprise that you gutter rats always find their masters. A troll who can't say anything bad can become your master. I don't care about that, orcs."

Thranduil spoke unhurriedly. The ugly and dirty face of the orc in front of him, and the jagged fangs that could not even close his mouth could not affect him.

"Tell me why you are invading my territory. Tell me the truth and you will be free."

Giving evil people a backbone is a luxury. At least this orc has no backbone or persistence.

After knowing that he might survive, he was not prepared to hide anything.

"We were after those dwarves, that's why we broke in."

"Don't be vague!" Thranduil didn't need to speak this time. The elven warrior who knelt down on the orc was also experienced.

I immediately found the key point from the rhetoric that sounded harmless at first glance.

"What are those dwarves doing and what are their identities that make you send so many people and expend so much effort to hunt them down?"

The orc's jagged teeth cluttered, but he finally told the truth.

"Thorin Oakenshield."

Thranduil was standing casually behind the kneeling orc, with his back turned to him, but now he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to stare at him.

The orc had no eyes on the back of his head and continued talking.

"Thorin Oakenshield has formed an expedition to restore the kingdom, but he, a dwarf, will never be king!"

"You mean the Gushan Kingdom? The King under the Mountain?"

Thranduil asked softly.

"But there is no King Under the Mountain or the Kingdom of the Lonely Mountain. As long as Smaug is still here, no one will dare to get close to Elbor!"

"Haha." The orc's unpleasant voice sounded like there was a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, with contempt in his tone. "You know nothing, elves!"

"The world will burn! Our time is back!"

"Do you really think that we just got beaten twice by some dumb troll this time and then we surrendered to him? Accept him as our master?"

The orc laughed strangely, and his body trembled with excitement.

"My master serves the Supreme One! Do you understand, elves? The flames of war will burn the entire city!"

Thranduil, whose face was completely cold, stretched out a clear sword light from under his gorgeous robe.

The sword light passed through one side of the orc's neck smoothly and stopped on the other side.

The elf warrior who was originally grabbing the orc's scalp and pressing the orc to his knees had no time to react. Only the orc's head was left in his hand.

The body was lying on the ground, and its legs were twitching like a fish on the beach.

"Your Majesty, you promised to let him go free."

The elf warrior said blankly.

"I let it go." The Elf King waved a beautiful sword in his hand and put the sword into its sheath. "I set his hapless head free from his filthy body."

Thranduil walked down from the high platform of his throne without looking back, giving instructions to those around him as he walked.

"Gather all the troops! Follow me to Changhu Town!"

Although his expression remained calm and stern, many elves who were familiar with Thranduil could hear that he was anxious.

This time things were different from the usual small fights, and his son Legolas was still in Lake Town!

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"There's no way!" Bard was still explaining to Dwalin, "I can get these weapons. The real military weapons are in the mayor's armory and will not be open to anyone. Do you understand? He has always been on guard. Where are we fellow townspeople?”

"It would be great if I could transform these in secret!"

Dwalin is a stout dwarf with a bald head and luxuriant hair on the rest of his body. He is a senior warrior in the dwarf team and has been a member of the dwarf army since the Lonely Mountain period.

"Then you might as well let us die!"

He smashed the harpoon in his hand angrily.

It was already past noon outside, and the much bigger sun cast golden light on the long lake.

The edges of the large ice floes in the waterway have become smoother, and they reflect the sun's light, sparkling.

Many small boats in the waterway, the hulls of the boats, and the buildings in Changhu Town made a slight sound of wooden collisions as they were pushed by small waves.

"Only those who can fight in the mayor's armory?"

Thorin stood up and stared at Bard to confirm.

"Then let's go find the armory. Let's steal a batch out! No matter what, the Day of Turin is just around the corner! We must be in place before the Day of Turin!"

"You? Stealing ordnance? The fourteen of you can't even put together ten kilograms of iron on your body. You have no weapons or armor. Do you want to take this risk when the guards may discover it at any time?"

Bard didn't understand why these dwarves were in such a hurry.

"Okay, don't be so anxious, Thorin."

Lann waved his hands to the dwarves to stop their impulsive thoughts.

"If you need weapons and supplies, then maybe I can think of a way for you when I go to the mayor later."

The witcher touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Can you really do it?" Bud looked at Lan En uncertainly, "The mayor doesn't trust anyone except himself."

"It's hard to say, but we have to go see him and tell him clearly about the orcs."

Afterwards, Bud and Lan told the dwarves not to go out for the time being and to stay with the flannel ball and the children.

When Bard used smuggling methods to get the dwarves into Chang Lake Town, many townspeople had already seen it, and as a result, there were a lot of whispers in Chang Lake Town.

Life is not easy for the citizens of Changhu Town, and in front of the mayor's mansion in the town, there is a tall statue that is useless but made of solid and expensive materials.

Bud seemed to be a man of prestige and support from the people. When he and Lan walked on the narrow and slippery boardwalk in Lake Town, people would always greet him first, or at least nod, and then express curiosity. He looked at the witcher with amazement.

It didn't take Lan En long to figure out why the mayor of Changhu Town was specifically targeting him.

The mayor obviously didn't want to see his position unstable. After all, the townspeople seemed to have complained about him.

But while following Bud to the mayor's mansion, Lan's keen hearing always heard people excitedly repeatedly mentioning a poem or prophecy in their chats.

"The Lord of Silver Spring, the King of Stone Carvings. The King under the Mountain will return to his throne."

Bud also heard these poems that were constantly repeated in the mouths of the people, but he frowned, as if he had thought of something but could not fully recall it.

But before Bud or Lan really finished listening to this poem, they had already arrived in front of the mayor's mansion.

This is a rare building in Changhu Town made of bricks, stones, and sandstone.

There were two guards standing at the door, but Lan En glanced left and right and determined that there was at least a guard lounge nearby.

Whenever something happens at the door, a team of guards will rush out in less than half a minute.

"You're not going to knock them out again, are you?"

As Bud led Lan En closer, he cautiously asked in a low voice.

Lan En curled his lips.

"Please, Master Bud. Do I look fierce and brainless?"

He came here to ask the mayor to strengthen the town's defenses, not to dismantle the town's defenses himself.

And excluding violent means, his ability to do things is not bad, right?

Bud felt uneasy, but now that the situation was over, he could only bite the bullet and walk ahead of Lan En.

If he hadn't been killed in the mayor's mansion, public opinion would be boiling. Bard had no doubt that the mayor would kill him early on.

Exile or execution.

But now, for the sake of Changhu Town, he must come to see him.

Sure enough, the guard at the door knew Bard. When he saw Bard walking towards the mayor's mansion, he was shocked at first, and then he tightened his grip on the spear.

Bud opened his mouth, but before he could speak.

Lan En, who was behind him, took a step forward and stood in front of him.

And seemingly unintentionally, he brushed his hair that was like molten silver and buried his ears in the silver hair.

The witcher's expression was cold and calm, and he took the lead.

"This is the mayor's official residence? Where is your mayor?"

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The guard at the door who was originally going to come up to question Bard was immediately thrown out of his mind.