Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1103 1085. Pile of damage

"Bang!!!"

There was a loud noise, followed by an angry and sharp roar.

The main gate of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom has never been opened since it was breached by Smaug in a surprise attack.

The architectural and aesthetic standards of the dwarves made this huge stone door leaning against the mountain angular, thick and solid with the regular beauty of geometric figures.

The two statues of armed dwarf warriors on the left and right, which are the same height as the gate, are not only decorative, but also further strengthen the force feedback of the gate in terms of architectural structure.

But today, the thick and tall stone door was blasted from the inside out!

Smaug's wing claws hit it, his own momentum, the weight and strength of the dragon, and the weight of the gold dyed in the golden pool.

This stone door cannot withstand it at all!

The dazzling golden dragon gasped and rushed out of the lonely mountain, and the gravel and rubble shot out like raindrops.

After staggering on the ground for a few more steps, Smaug's golden wings stretched out and flapped toward the sky!

The huge wind pressure, even though the surrounding ground was already covered with bare earth and rocks, the flapping of Smaug's wings when taking off still forcibly scraped away the hard ground in this mountainous area within a radius of thirty meters. Half a meter of sand and dust!

The big rocks that make up the mountain are exposed directly!

The evil dragon soared into the sky because of the powerful wind pressure.

When it flies in the sky, its wings tighten and the whole body rotates, and then it opens its wings to gain lift when the rotation speed is the fastest.

During this rotation, a layer of gold on its surface that was still in a high-temperature liquid state was thrown away by centrifugal force.

Looking below, in the already deep night, Smaug almost spun around and a cloud of golden mist exploded on his body, and his huge and dazzling body returned to its original reddish-brown skin.

After being shaken off, these liquid gold solidified into drop-shaped gold beads in the cold wind.

Like bullets, they scattered and hit the ground like bullets.

The mass of gold is too heavy. If a ton of gold is melted and cast into a cube, it will only have a side length of nearly 37 centimeters.

About the same size as a computer case.

And to dye Smaug's huge body with a layer of dye to turn it into a brilliant golden dragon, the weight must be at least a hundred tons!

And after Smaug's chest was almost crushed by the high-temperature liquid gold, he still took off with at least hundreds of tons of extra weight on his body!

After the evil dragon had flown far away, Bilbo, Fluffy Ball and the dwarves were able to catch up to the broken gate of the Lonely Mountain.

"What have we done?"

Watching the evil dragon flying straight towards Lake Town, Bilbo was stunned and murmuring in a low voice.

——

From Bilbo's point of view, although Lake Town was badly damaged by the orc invasion last night, they also looked back on their way to the Lonely Mountain.

The townspeople of Changhu Town indeed began to move out of the town like ants moving, heading towards the ruins of the abandoned River Valley City.

But no matter what, it’s impossible to finish the journey in one day, right?

The damage in the town is considerable, but you are not allowed to pack your belongings when moving? Who can be willing to have their property left where they are?

It took hundreds of people from Lake Town to pack up and move them within three days, which Bilbo felt was fast.

And what if the move is finished?

This area was gradually abandoned by people due to the threat of Smaug, and to this day there are only a few places where people can live.

The abandoned Gushan, the abandoned ruins of River Valley City, and Changhu Town are gone.

Smaug had just ran out of the Lonely Mountain in a rage and full of rage. When he arrived at Lake Town, he saw no one again. The evil dragon was not stupid, so it naturally knew that there was only one place left for the townspeople to go.

In any case, Bilbo felt a sense of guilt about doing things for himself but involving others, and the pain caused by it.

However, what this hobbit who came out of the Shire and adventured all the way didn't know was-

There are indeed people in Long Lake Town now, and these people are ready to take this opportunity to kill Smaug directly.

Lan En's overall planning was the main one, while Bud contributed his trust and prestige among the residents of Changhu Town.

The combination of the two produces super efficiency.

All the hundreds of people in Changhu Town, including a morning of search and rescue and cooling-off time, had actually been moved away by dusk.

Not to mention Bilbo, a hobbit who came from Hobbiton in the Shire, even Bard felt confused with this kind of efficiency.

But Lan En thought about every step. After the direction of the plan was formulated, the Witcher worked with the biological brain in his mind to formulate many policies, focusing on various details and oversights.

Therefore, when transferring the population, Bard only felt that all actions were flowing like clouds and flowing water.

If any problem occurred in the middle and caused the team to stagnate, Lan En would appear from the side and solve the problem as if he was prepared, and then the team would continue to move forward.

Even the Elf King Thranduil raised eyebrows at this ability of overall planning and command.

He can actually do this in his own kingdom, but the basis of this situation is that the elves in the Woodland Kingdom have basically lived under his governance for at least thousands of years.

Rather than the ability to coordinate and plan, it is more a combination of the tacit understanding accumulated over a long period of time and the average quality of the elves that is above the sky.

In short, it took them less than an afternoon to completely evacuate the residents of Changhu Town from this small town built on a huge rock in the middle of the lake.

Only Bard, who mastered the black arrow, Thranduil and twenty elite elven archers were left, as well as Lan En.

Thranduil had no intention of letting himself and his warriors fire black arrows.

According to his words: Elves are always not very comfortable with the creations of dwarves.

The same goes for Black Arrow, and so does Wind Crossbow.

Moreover, Bard's shooting skills are quite good in Thranduil's eyes, no different from his elite marksmen.

His own abilities, family feud, and Bard's sense of responsibility to the people of Lake Town made Thranduil rest assured that the Black Arrow would stay in Bard's hands and make the best use of it.

Near dusk, Lan En and Bud walked together on the dilapidated trail of Long Lake Town, where there were still occasional intact houses.

They had to light lamps from house to house or add lamp oil to make the town look lively at first glance.

Bud just poured out a small dish of lamp oil from the oil pot, then lit the wick on the dish and hung it in the glass lampshade.

When he raised his head, he could see the snow-capped mountains in the distance shining in the golden sunlight of dusk from the damaged part of the building in front.

There wasn't much movement there yet, but Bud was already feeling uneasy.

Although no matter how you analyze it, facing Smaug is an inevitable situation.

But the fluke mentality that exists in life keeps popping up.

Maybe it's not that bad, maybe the evil dragon is still sleeping, maybe the evil dragon just went out for the Teeth Festival.

But in the end, Bud had to face reality and sigh.

"Take this."

After sighing, a greeting came from Bud's side.

Bard, who came back to his senses, raised his hand to catch the small bottle that Lan threw to him across a waterway.

It was a special thickened glass bottle with a liquid as thick as oil inside.

"What's this?"

Bud looked at the small bottle and asked.

In the waterway opposite, Lan En also happened to light a candle and put it on the candlestick.

"[Higher Dragon Oil] is a targeted poison that I often apply on my weapons when facing dragon beasts. Although I have never used it on evil dragons like Smaug, even if it lacks specificity, its toxicity is strong enough. ”

The witcher fixed the candlestick in place and turned to look at the human archer.

At the same time, demonstrate the smearing action with your hands.

"Put it on your arrow. I'm a monster hunter. Although I haven't dealt with this kind of evil dragon yet, it's always good to pile up more damage, right?"

Bard doesn't know what a 'dragon' is, he only knows the evil dragon Smaug. But he recognized Lan En's logic.

Since you want to fight Smaug, you have to use all means.

"Are there any more?" Bard shook the special glass bottle in his hand at Lan En. "The black arrows are long and big. Wouldn't it be better to get more? I heard that you wizards have a lot of strange things in your hands. , why not just take it all out this time?”

Lan En, who was getting a lamp, raised his eyebrows and didn't bother to correct Bard's wrong name given by the dwarves. Then he reached into the alchemy leather bag on his waist and took another dig.

He then threw several small triangles folded and wrapped in oil paper to Bud across the waterway.

Bud caught them all with quick eyes and quick hands.

"[Bulk golden rosin]."

Lan En used a non-physical performance to show Bud how to use it.

"Just make a hole in the oil paper and rub it on the weapon. That will make your weapon temporarily emit golden thunder and lightning, but the golden thunder and lightning does not last long, at most half a minute. You have to seize the opportunity."

"There is a kind of dragon that is very afraid of this golden thunder and lightning, but I still say the same thing. I don't know how it will react on Smaug."

"Thanks."

Bard solemnly placed [Higher Dragon Oil] and [Bulk Golden Rosin] in the inner pocket of his old leather windbreaker. He took out his palm and pressed the position of the inner pocket hard.

"By the way, where are the elves?"

Bud also started lighting fires and glass lanterns along the road again, and he suddenly said to Lan En.

"Don't worry, I've given you everything you need to give. The [Advanced Dragon Clan Oil] is enough to coat the arrowheads of each of their twenty-one people's arrows."

As Lan En spoke, he shook the oil bottle in his hand to determine how much lamp oil was left in it.

“There’s not much [golden rosin], but I gave them another support.”

[Golden Pine Resin] was a souvenir that Flannel Ball took with him when he left the world of fire, and he didn’t have much to begin with. They were all taken from Lothrik, which was originally the Dragon Hunting Kingdom.