Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1104 1086. The evil dragon is coming!

Lan En learned about the form of [Golden Rosin in Bulk] while chatting with Lorenzo, and then after returning to the Magical Middle Ages, he manually divided several whole packages of [Golden Rosin] into small oilcloth-packed bulk.

It's easier and faster to use, but lasts shorter.

Hey, Lao Luo is good at everything, but he's not very good at life.

No wonder Sora was capable, reliable, and responsible, but in the end it was his turn to take over urgently because the previous leader of the Knights of Lothric died in the rebellion.

The souvenirs were all collected by Velvet Ball himself, and he didn't even have the intention to give them away.

There is not much [Golden Pine Resin] that can bloom golden thunder, so Lan En can only hand over to the Elf Archers all the [Higher North Wind] alchemy bombs he currently has.

Ever since he pieced together most of the alchemy formulas treasured by demon hunters in Kaer Morhen's books, Lann began to simultaneously upgrade his alchemy reserves.

Sword oil, magic potion, alchemy bomb, decoction.

As long as he was not short of money, his own alchemy talent was considered 'commendable', so the level of these consumables quickly reached the top.

Lan En didn't understand Smaug. The dragons in this world were not natural creatures, but a race of war machines created by Morgoth.

Therefore, many of Lane's experiences probably cannot be copied.

But there is probably no doubt that the evil dragon uses dragon fire to show off its evil.

[North Wind], which has high body temperature and high heat resistance and can burst out cold air, is the best choice.

Unfortunately, after the situation between the north and the south became more and more complicated, Tissaya and Margarita had no time to inject additional magical freezing air into Lan En's [North Wind] bomb.

For example, in the Ashina Kingdom, it was impossible for a [North Wind] bomb to freeze the rebel Ninja Owl and the earth spirit he surrendered [Fire Feather Mist Crow] at the same time.

So this is just a bunch of [Higher North Wind] with ordinary specifications.

As the night gets darker, the golden sunset first turns red and then disappears into the dark horizon.

Although Lan En and Bud were still lighting the lamps in an orderly manner, their psychology and spirit were slowly becoming tense at the same time.

After lighting the lamps on both sides of the last trail, Lan En jumped lightly onto the roof of the house that had not collapsed and looked towards the north.

There is not a trace of fire in the ruins of Riverdale City, and the townspeople seem to have completely complied with Bard and the instructions he gave.

This made Lan En feel a little relieved.

Bard also stood on the top of a broken wooden tower, looking nervously to the north, but he was looking in the direction of Lonely Mountain.

"Look!" Suddenly, Bard, who was holding on to the railing with one hand to stabilize his body, stretched out his upper body and shouted towards Lan En.

"There is fire in the lonely mountain!"

There was indeed a fire, flickering on and off, bursts of fire.

Although Gushan is a large mine built in the mountain, there are still many openings outside the mountain for ventilation.

It was already night now, the weather was getting colder and colder, and cold fog began to drift over the lake and mountains again.

The firelight in the mountain was scattered through the cold fog, turning into a foggy light spot that was not very shining on the mountain.

"What's the situation now?"

Footsteps as light as falling leaves sounded one after another. It was Thranduil leading his elven archers over.

The Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom asked in a deep voice.

Previously, they were responsible for lighting lamps in another direction and were familiar with the terrain of Changhu Town.

Each of them knew that to fight against such a powerful creature as the evil dragon, if they did not rely on the power of the large army, they would have to make good use of every inch of the terrain.

Fortunately, this is above the Long Lake.

According to the mystical theory of this world given by Thranduil, the power of the dragon's flames was suppressed by the power of the long lake, the melting water of the snowy mountains and the convergence of the rivers.

The cold lake water is a favorable terrain for them.

Although the twenty elite elven archers were not panicking at this time, their handsome faces under their golden helmets mostly had expressions of solemnity and deep breathing.

Although most of them have lived for thousands of years, who can say that they are not nervous from the bottom of their hearts when facing an evil dragon?

Thranduil is dressed in exquisite and beautiful silver armor and a cloak with silver patterns on a black background.

However, at this time, his hand was not resting on the handle of the long knife at his waist, but he picked up the bow and arrow.

A composite bow made from a mix of unknown wood and silvery metal.

Facing Thranduil's inquiry, although Bard was nervous, he still conveyed everything he saw.

"Bursts of fire?"

Thranduil murmured softly, frowning at the same time.

At this time, an elf archer had the same lucky mentality as Bard just now.

"Maybe that's a sign of the dwarves' success?"

The shooter said softly.

"We have seen it before, haven't we? The furnace in Gushan is running, smelting countless gold and silver ores. The fire is burning day and night, and can be seen in Changhu Town, symbolizing the wealth and prosperity of Gushan Kingdom. Prosperity."

Now Thorin Oakenshield leads the team to the Lonely Mountain to restore the country, and there are only two results in everyone's mind.

One is that the country is restored successfully, and the other is that the evil dragon wakes up and all the dwarves are wiped out.

It depends on whether it is the dwarf messenger or the dragon Lieyan who spreads the news.

Bard on the ruined tower pursed his lips and looked solemn.

Lan En said nothing.

Thrandui shook his head directly: "We have all seen the prosperous period of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, and we have also seen how the huge smelting furnace works."

"The flames did not come out in waves."

The Elf King's voice was rational, a calmness that could only deal with the bad situation calmly after being used to it.

"Prepare for battle! Follow the plan! Everyone get into the designated position! Quick!"

After Thranduil issued the order, the twenty elite elven archers no longer had any objections.

They spread out to the surroundings of Long Lake Town with light footsteps, each looking for a shooting position.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Lan En, who was much heavier than the elves' footsteps but lighter than his body should be, jumped down from the high roof and landed beside Thranduil.

"Have they all equipped with the things I gave them?"

Lan En didn't have many [High North Winds] with him, only five, and all of them were distributed to the elves.

"It's hard to control a ball on an arrow." Thranduil said expressionlessly, "But it doesn't matter. As long as we weigh it in our hands, it's fine to hang it on the arrow later."

"Also, you don't have to come and talk to me, Adanisir."

Thranduil looked up and glanced at Lann beside him.

"I'm not afraid of fighting, nor will I flee. As long as there is a chance to kill Smaug, I will persist until the end to decide the result."

Lann smiled embarrassedly.

In front of the elves of this world, he still seemed a little immature.

After all, he only saw a drop in the ocean of memories spanning tens of thousands of years in the gene seed, and that was a timeline that was pieced together by many Space Marines.

But the elves of this world, they really have lived for tens of thousands of years.

Needless to say, everyone knows their combat goal today.

That is-kill the dragon!

Soon, the ball of fire that was originally on the distant lonely mountain became brighter and brighter, and at the same time it became bigger and bigger, which means it is getting closer and closer!

When the fire finally came down from the halfway point of the Lonely Mountain and flew at a lower altitude, the foot of the Lonely Mountain and the shore of the Long Lake were illuminated by the fire and became golden!

It was like a little sun!

"I am the raging fire! I am death!"

The roar that was so low that it didn't sound like a humanoid creature's voice could make it echoed in the air.

It really didn't come from the mouth of a humanoid creature.

Legend has it that on the day when the Lonely Mountain and Dale City were destroyed, people didn't see the figure of the dragon at first, but saw a hurricane first!

The description of this legend is extremely accurate.

Smaug's wings can force his own weight, including the thick layer of liquid pure gold covering his body, to the sky and fly!

This kind of power is unimaginable!

The dragon is the creation of Morgoth. It is a war machine created by him to deal with the mythical battlefield not long after the creation of this world!

This level of power is natural.

Smaug flew close to the surface of the Long Lake, and the fire from his chest and throat was terrifying!

Every time the wings flapped, the huge air pressure would leave two huge bowl-shaped holes on the water surface, until it flew forward, the vacancy in the lake would be filled.

Flapping the wings again and again, fanning the lake water, the flow pattern of these liquids was messed up!

The waves in an inland lake, after accumulating, turned out to be like a rough sea!

With the attack of the evil dragon, its dark and evil power began to bring changes to the surrounding atmosphere.

The bright moon that was originally hanging safely in the sky began to be covered by thick dark clouds, and the stars scattered in the night sky were also covered.

The sky above the Long Lake Town suddenly became gloomy.

Gloomy and restless.

Like a dangerous fire that was not yet ignited!

The orange-red fireball that fell from the lonely mountain in the distance first flew low over the lake.

It caused waves wherever it passed, and its speed also created a hideous trail of water splashes on the lake.

Just as the orange-red fireball approached Changhu Town, it suddenly jumped up a notch!

The flapping of its wings brought a huge amount of air flow, which madly passed through the streets and buildings of Changhu Town.

It even directly blew away several houses that were relatively close! Tiles and wooden walls were blown into the sky like gravel, shattered into wood chips, and then fell down again with a crackling sound!

Then, the orange-red fireball, which had risen in height and slowed down, revealed its slender and hideous tail hidden in the shadows behind the fire.

The dragon's wings opened and closed like a razor, and there was an evil and ferocious dragon head on its slender neck!

The evil dragon Smaug!

And what slowed down this ferocious beast was not that it changed its mind, became kind, and became tolerant when it came to Changhu Town.

It raised its altitude and slowed down its speed, just to let the dragon flame plow through Changhu Town carefully!

"Roar!!!"

In the gloomy night and the misty cold fog, Smaug's figure flashed over the town.

Only the orange-red dragon flame sprayed and spread from its mouth was dazzling!