Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1096 1078. Advancement Plan

After the Elf King shouted without turning his head, he found that his son did not respond to him.

He turned his head in surprise, but only saw an officer in front of the army standing there awkwardly.

Even the gorgeous golden armor of the Elf style on his body could not cover up the feeling of helplessness and embarrassment of this elf.

"Your Majesty." The embarrassed and awkward Elf officer said to the king, "The prince, he rode away on his horse."

"Just when you started talking to Adanisir."

Thranduil opened his mouth: "What else is he going to do now?"

"The prince said he was going to chase the orc commander who escaped last night. He said he had been delayed for too long and would lose him if he didn't go."

"Silas, why didn't you stop him!"

The Elf officer smiled embarrassedly.

Legolas saw his father turn around and talk to others, and walked silently to the back of the army, then rode away on his horse.

What could he do? Could it be that the horse the prince was riding was shot to death?

Thranduil pressed his forehead with a headache, making his smooth white hair a little messy.

Bard and Lann were very wise to stop talking at this time, and even stood a little further away in unison.

Fortunately, Thranduil also knew that his conservative defense policy in the Woodland Kingdom had never been favored by Legolas and Tauriel.

They were too young, only more than two thousand years old, young and vigorous, and hated evil.

There was nothing wrong with this, because elves are naturally kind life after all. Dislike for evil, and spontaneous sympathy and empathy for the weak are almost instinctive.

So when Legolas ran out this time and saw what the orcs did and Long Lake Town was destroyed overnight, he became a little wild to him. Thranduil could understand and had expected it long ago.

But

"I originally wanted to let Legolas lead a team of archers to help you complete the dragon-slaying mission. But I didn't expect that he didn't even have the patience to listen to me finish my words."

Bard listened to the words, his face darkened again. After all, he was about to persuade the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom to lend a hand, but the helper ran away.

But Thranduil changed the subject and put down the hand that was originally pressing on his forehead.

"A top archer, with a team of ordinary archers, this is the support I originally wanted to give you, because the sheer number of people is meaningless to the evil dragon. But now Legolas has left."

Thrandui let out a long breath: "Then I will do it!"

Bard stared up with his eyes wide open.

Thrandui met the eyes of the human archer without dodging.

"Oh, do you really think I'm a coward?"

"Before, I just didn't have the opportunity, and I didn't have the means to kill it. Otherwise, why let this evil beast wreak havoc in the north for so long?"

After saying that, Thranduil didn't mean to explain any more, and turned around and rode a stag to the front of the elves' army.

He began to hand over and give orders to the elven officer.

"Leave only twenty people to me, and take the rest back to Mirkwood to guard the country's borders."

"We don't need so many people to fight the dragon, and we don't need such a big show to kill it with one blow. If we don't succeed, you have to go back and prepare to deal with the dragon's revenge."

All the elves had no objection, and their neat army formation was solemn and neat in front of Thranduil, and they didn't look away.

A king of an elven kingdom, who still keeps the country alive in the world after several epochs.

When seeing the state of the elven army facing Thranduil, Lan and Bard understood.

Thranduil couldn't be a cowardly king.

He just didn't bother to care about things outside before.

Now, with the opportunity to destroy Smaug, he immediately started to push forward the plan.

He was willing to even let himself, who had been burned by dragon fire, return to the battlefield with the dragon.

Thranduil's prestige was unmatched among the elves of the Woodland Kingdom.

So the elves who had been standing neatly on the shore of Long Lake Town quickly retreated in an orderly and smooth manner, leaving only the number of people specified by Thranduil and the supplies sent to the townspeople.

"The dwarves left yesterday, so the worst and fastest case is that Smaug will rush out of his lair tonight."

Thranduil got off the stag for the first time, his exquisite and sturdy armor collided with each other, and his white hair was draped on the black cloak behind him, mixed with the original silver thread woven pattern, making it difficult to distinguish.

He also had an elven-style long sword hanging on his waist, with his hand on the hilt.

Thranduil and Lan looked at each other and discussed the plan with each other.

The picture of two people standing together like this would not look out of place even if it was placed directly in the frame of an oil painting.

Even though the background and light are not good now.

This is the best of the Mei-style figure paintings.

At least Bard felt that he was standing here with a sense of incongruity.

"Time is running out."

Thranduil still said expressionlessly.

"I agree," Lann echoed, "so we'd better get started now."

The Elf King waved his hand without looking back, and immediately asked the twenty archers left behind to follow him and Lann and Bard into the town.

The plan that Bard and Lann had made before would not be changed, and the survivors of Long Lake Town still had to rush to the ruins of River Valley City.

First of all, of course, the buildings there are all made of solid stone, which can protect them from wind and rain. There are already large ice floes in this lake and the temperature ensures the body temperature of the townspeople.

Secondly, if Smaug is really as described in the prophecy, he will rush out and let the war ignite again on the Long Lake.

It must be for the purpose of venting anger and killing.

After it ravaged this area several times, only Changhu Town was left. Because it was still quite a distance from the Lonely Mountain, there was no gold in it, and there were not many people there, so Smaug didn't show interest and start a massacre.

After it became angry, the target of the massacre must first be set at Changhu Town and fly towards here.

However, ruins like Riverdale City, which were nearby but had been conquered and massacred by it long ago, would not attract Smaug's attention.

"Lights will be lit in all the houses and streets in Changhu Town that can still stand."

While walking among the charred ruins, Lan offered suggestions on the plan.

Thranduil and Bard listened carefully.

"We have to make Smaug think there are many people here. Otherwise, I don't think the dragon would be happy just destroying a bunch of lifeless buildings."

Thranduil said casually while looking around Changhu Town.

"It is an evil race created by Morgoth in order to defeat the Valar and good beings. It is by nature."

"Remember, when your people enter River Valley City to take refuge, they must not light a spark in the open air!"

"The evil dragon has sharp eyes and a quick mind. If it sees the fire again in the long-abandoned River Valley City, none of us can predict its next move."

The first sentence of Thranduil was in response to Lan En, and the second sentence was a warning to Bard.

And at such an urgent moment, Bard didn't bother to refute the Elf King's statement. He just nodded heavily and seriously to express his understanding.

The situation and image of Changhu Town are even worse than usual.

Thranduil walking here even made Bard feel a little uneasy, because the difference in temperament and manners between the Elf King and this dilapidated town was too big.

Lan En's temperament and demeanor were not much better, but because of his approachable personality, he seemed easy to deal with, so Bud didn't feel this way when he walked with him before.

But Thranduil himself seemed completely indifferent to the environment here.

Because he is now looking at this town with the mentality of observing a preset battlefield.

As for the battlefield, even elves are not so naive as to think that beauty and comfort can be said on the battlefield.

During the Battle of the Final Alliance, Thranduil once invaded the hinterland of Mordor, which was occupied and plagued by orcs for a long time. The situation was much worse than that of Lake Town.

"Hey! Bud, Lann!"

While walking, there was a loud noise calling two people's names and they ran over.

They are the dwarves who were left in Changhu Town yesterday.

Fili supported his brother Kili. Kili's leg injury looked like it was going to kill him yesterday, but now he can walk on his feet.

"Is this cured? The effect is remarkable."

Lan En congratulated the dwarves. Thranduil behind him raised his hand slightly, and the twenty elven archers following him stopped simultaneously and watched quietly from behind.

"The elves' medical skills combined with the king's leaf sword grass can cure the disease!"

Ouyin, who had a copper speaker plugged into his ear, waved his hand and seemed very happy.

Bofur also interjected: "Unfortunately, the female elf is a bit ugly. She has no beard at all on her face, her figure is skinny, and she has no strength at all. Hey!"

Halfway through Bofur's words, Kili behind him lightly punched his shoulder with his fist. He turned around in confusion and dissatisfaction.

"He saved my life, could you please stop gossiping behind my back, huh?"

Kili said dissatisfiedly, and Bofur immediately raised his hands to indicate that he would not say any more. He is also reasonable and grateful, but dwarves are generally outspoken.

After Kili finished arguing with Bofur, Fili watched Lan talking to a group of people behind him.

"Are you people from this town moving away?"

When his eyes glanced at the elves led by Thranduil, the dwarf's eyes flashed with alertness and resistance.

"Yes, this place cannot be inhabited, especially now that it is very cold. We are going to go to the ruins of River Valley City to see if we can clear out a residential area."

Bard was carrying a bow and arrows and rewrapped black arrows, and said to Fili.

After hearing this, the dwarves looked at each other, a little surprised.

"Going to River Valley City? You're on the way with Gushan! You guys saved us last night. Come on, we can help you carry your luggage!"

With that said, several dwarves excitedly started rushing to the townspeople to start working.

Lan En looked at the happy dwarf's back and approached Thranduil.

He bent down slightly and leaned closer to ask.

"Dwarves and elves have never dealt with each other, but I heard before that the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain are particularly reluctant to deal with the elves of the Woodland Kingdom? Is there something going on in this?"

Thranduil sneered indifferently, raised his hand and gently pushed aside the cloak hanging in front of him.