Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1105 1087. Cruel and Vicious

Lake Town was like a cake without any resistance, cut by Smaug with the flames he spewed out as a knife.

The town located on the huge rock in the lake suddenly lit up a flame in the middle, which was enough to make people feel scared!

But what made Lan En and the elves feel relieved was that Smaug's first wave of low-altitude fire obviously did not notice Bard.

The black arrows held by the human archers were the key to this battle.

Bard only had one chance, and everyone knew that all their subsequent actions were just to create opportunities for Bard's arrow.

"Shoot!"

Accompanied by an order from an unknown direction in the town, more than 20 arrows were fired from all over Lake Town with sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

A series of arrows all accurately shot at Smaug's body as he passed by at low altitude.

The dragon's chest was emitting a scorching red light from the inside out because of the flames.

But this series of arrows still shot out bright sparks on other parts of its body.

Each of the elite elves is a powerful archer. Their strength combined with bows and arrows can even ensure that each arrow is shot into the solid rock evenly!

Among the more than 20 arrows, the power of one arrow is very different from the others.

The tail feathers of that arrow carry a stream of white mist, which is the high-density air rolled up during the arrow's flight due to the high speed!

Whether it is speed, power, or accuracy. This is one step ahead of the elite archers of the elves.

But it is meaningless.

These more than 20 bows and arrows only scratched more than 20 sparks on Smaug.

The sharp arrows hit the scales of the dragon with a crisp sound of "clang".

Then it was knocked away and spun, and the remains of the arrow fell into the messy Long Lake Town.

The shooting that could penetrate rocks steadily, and the arrow that was far superior to the elite archers of the elves, all felt equally powerless in front of the scales of the evil dragon.

The hardness of Smaug's scales was beyond imagination!

Or if it didn't have such hardness, it should have died directly when it was pressed into less than five steps thick by the huge amount of liquid gold.

"Huh?!"

Although the series of shootings were ineffective, they immediately attracted Smaug's attention.

The dragon fire that was originally spraying in its mouth suddenly stagnated, and its mouth closed, making a sound of surprise.

It was originally driven out of the lonely mountain by the dwarves who were familiar with the terrain after a battle of wits and courage with swords dancing on the tip of the knife. Although it was angry and furious, it was a little frightened.

Compared with the arrogance in the long time after destroying the two cities, Smaug is now much more cautious.

Smaug, who had originally slowed down to get the opportunity to spray fire carefully, suddenly flapped his wings, stirred up a strong wind, and increased his speed.

He flew low over the sky of Long Lake Town.

Legend has it that on the day when the dragon attacked the Lonely Mountain area, the first movement people saw was the large trees that were broken and blown away by the wind from the dragon's wings.

There were "crackling" sounds everywhere as the wood was broken.

Those thick and strong trees rooted in the soil were as fragile as toothpicks under the storm caused by Smaug.

This is even more true for the buildings in Long Lake Town now.

The solidity of wooden houses is simply incomparable to that of trees.

Smaug didn't even speed up much, and the storm he stirred up directly blew a large area of ​​houses back into scattered wooden boards.

The dragon fire he just sprayed also spread out a large area under the surging airflow.

"Who are you? How dare you go against me, the great Smaug!"

The figure of the dragon was circling in the sky. The cold fog on the lake, the black smoke from the burning buildings, and the dark clouds in the sky were mixed together, and the dragon was looming in it.

Its strong chest resonated with its voice, and the evil and low words made everyone in Longhu Town frown uncomfortably.

No one responded to it, everyone just looked coldly and held their weapons tightly.

But in the dark clouds in the sky, the dragon's dim and shining eyes were looming.

"Oh! Elves! And humans! I can smell your scent! I won't make a mistake!"

The dragon in the sky jumped out of a fog and then glided into another fog.

It surrounded Longhu Town, which was not big for it, but the people in Longhu Town couldn't help but get nervous, turning around and looking around, alert.

Smaug occupied the sky and had strong mobility. He had the initiative in his hands on the battlefield situation. He could raid from any direction he wanted.

Under its circling flight, the entire Long Lake Town was like a plate of white mice placed in front of a cold and poisonous snake.

But the evil dragon's coldness and malice are far more than that.

They were created to carry out the malice of Morgoth, allowing Morgoth's chaotic "notes" to disrupt the harmonious "grand movement" that created the world.

Therefore

"Hehe. Hehehe!"

A low and sinister laugh came from the misty fog in the sky against the firelight, intermittently, straight into people's hearts.

"Ah! I understand!"

The voice of the evil dragon was accompanied by the whistling sound of the wide wings holding the air.

"You all made an appointment with the dwarves, right?"

"You want my throne, you want my treasure!"

The dragon's voice was angry and high at first, but then it quickly turned low.

"Hehe, there are no people in this shabby town, no one screams or cries under my flames. Let me think, let me think. Ah!"

Smaug made a very deliberate and enlightened voice.

"You sent those stinky fishermen to the Woodland Kingdom? Or the old place of Dale City? Right?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, they are hidden so well!"

"I will burn them to death now, so you don't have to worry anymore! Get ready to enjoy the fireworks blooming from the earth, humans and elves! There may be sweet screams of your loved ones among them?"

"They will be right in front of you! Burned alive by me!"

In the low voice of Smaug from the sky, most of the people hiding in the town showed doubts and fear.

They dared to stay in Lake Town at this time and prepare to kill the dragon. Of course, they were not afraid of death.

But they didn't expect that the dragon would decide to kill others first to vent his anger so quickly.

Bard was a human being. Although he was a descendant of Girion of the Dale City, he had never seen the dragon in person or met it. He didn't know that Smaug had such a quick mind and such a vicious character.

Thranduil and the elves had seen the dragon and even saw the day when Smaug raided the Lonely Mountain area.

But it was because they saw how powerful and arrogant the dragon was that day that they felt it was unexpected now.

According to the elves' understanding of Smaug, how could he let go of those who attacked him in Lake Town first?

Whether it was revenge or abuse, it was always the more painful and cruel the better.

Now that the enemy was right under his nose, Smaug actually wanted to fly out to find those who were far away and powerless?

But no matter what, this evil dragon, which had been sleeping for more than sixty years, rushed out of the lonely mountain and appeared in the world again.

Its cruelty and viciousness once again made people feel a panic in their hearts.

Cruelty and viciousness are not terrible, but if cruelty and viciousness appear on a powerful evil dragon, it will be very terrible!

In the mist outlined by the firelight, the evil dragon's winding and hideous figure swam in the air.

With its low and unpleasant malicious laughter.

But then

"Bang bang bang!"

A sound completely different from the sharp sound of the bow and arrow breaking through the air came from Changhu Town!

The gunpowder grass from the New World provided the explosive force of the explosion, which was confined to the tube composed of highly skilled craftsmen and the strong body material of the boom dragon.

Three shots in a row!

Under precise pre-aiming, it exploded directly on Smaug's dragon scales!

The air wave of the explosion even directly dispersed the fog covering the dragon's body in a small area!

If we talk about the power of the projectile, then the arrow that Thranduil had just shot among the elf archers was definitely stronger than the normal bullet of [Dragon Roar] in Lan's hand.

If the general level of ordinary elf archers is that the arrows can easily penetrate the rock, then Thranduil's arrows are aimed at the level of piercing the rock wall.

However, the shape of the arrow determines that if it has strong penetration, the killing area is not large, and the momentum is not great.

The sharp force pierced the scales of the dragon, and it was like a needle prick in the end.

Of course Smaug felt pain, but it was not really injured for its huge body.

But the heavy crossbow [Dragon Roar] from the New World Survey Team is different.

The huge bullet and huge impact force are huge kinetic energy. The bullet cannot penetrate the scales, and the impact force can also push into the skin and flesh of the dragon layer by layer!

Immediately, the dragon's originally low sneer was interrupted by the explosion.

It was not careful during the flight, and the impact of the heavy crossbow ammunition disrupted its breathing.

Its wings tilted, and although it had some twists and turns, it still landed smoothly on the foundation of Long Lake Town, the huge rock in the lake.

At its landing point, the wooden houses of the townspeople were as fragile as straw houses, and they would break into pieces with a slight push.

The same was true for the foundation of the town. Its huge weight and sharp claws and hind legs crushed the artificial foundation, and finally it stood firm on the natural rock.

Smaug slowly turned his head in the spreading fire, and the town under him looked like a miniature landscape made of building blocks under its size.

Smaug's sudden forced landing shook the entire huge rock, but only the man holding the heavy crossbow and standing up to face Smaug did not walk unsteadily.

"To put it bluntly," Lann approached Smaug under the illumination of the raging fire and the dragon's gaze, and pulled the bolt of the heavy crossbow with a "click".

"Did you, the beast, get scared in the Lonely Mountain?"