Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1113 1095. Death of the Dragon

Eärendil once wore one of the Silmarils, drove a white ship flying in the sky, and killed the strongest and largest dragon Ancalagon.

This was his feat in fighting against the dark enemy Morgoth when he was still in Middle-earth.

Perhaps it was because they were also fighting against the dragons that the light of Eärendil blessed by Lady Galadriel on the Sword of the Lady of the Lake was activated at this time.

And when the dragon died, the thin and erratic light band that hung from the starry sky and connected to Arondette also slowly dissipated in the air.

However, on the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, Lan could feel that the gentle and pure light of Eärendil did not disappear with it, but returned to the depths of the long sword.

The source of this light was the crystal bottle in Lady Galadriel's hand, which stored the light of the Silmarils.

It would not disappear just because it was disconnected from the Great Star of Hope in the sky.

With the sound of "Cila La", the sword and the flesh were pulled out together.

Lann pulled back his two weapons from Smaug's chest.

Among them, Arondite was no different from before because of the introverted light.

Lann just shook off the remaining stinking dragon blood on it and put it back into the scabbard without any blood.

On the other side, [Muddy Stream·Destruction] was even simpler.

It didn't even need to wipe it, and it ate up any blood and flesh residue.

When Smaug was eaten by [Muddy Stream·Destruction] just now, he had an extremely frightened emotion.

Lann could understand this emotion, because this great sword not only devoured flesh and blood and nutrients, but also had [Ember] in the world of fire.

That was a flame that could burn the soul, and it was also a slight remnant of the first fire, the foundation of the world of fire.

Every drop of Smaug's blood that was stained with the ember would burn a part of his soul.

In the end, the horror of having his flesh eaten may not be as great as the horror of losing his soul.

In the end, Lann thrust the 2.7-2.8-meter-long sword into Smaug's chest, which was spewing dragon flames.

At the same time, the hot red light that came out of Smaug's skin suddenly dimmed and cooled.

With a huge body and huge vitality, he died very cleanly. So clean that it was a bit abnormal.

"Hmm"

Lann looked at [Muddy Stream·Destruction] in front of him, frowned slightly, and gripped the hilt of the sword.

A "Kara-la" cracking sound came.

Starting from the point where Lann was holding, the material of [Muddy Stream·Destruction] cracked in a small range, as if the crisp material was directly crushed by Lann's grip.

But in the depths of those cracks, a hot red light like flowing lava emerged.

This is the state of [Muddy Stream·Destruction] when [Remnant Fire] is activated.

It's just that Lan En has limited the output now, so only the burning cracks appear around the grip point, otherwise the cracks with red light should be all over the sword.

The hot red light flashed, but the demon hunter nodded thoughtfully.

". The flesh and blood are used as nutrition, the soul is used as fuel, and then even the dragon fire is "eaten" together?"

The [remnant fire] that ignited on this greatsword just now was not [the remnant of the initial fire], but Smaug's dragon fire.

"It just so happens that although I have seen a lot with [Spiritual Vision] just now, there is still a gap from fully understanding the dragon fire and turning it into [Spell Fire]."

Lan En muttered, while stuffing [Muddy Stream·Destruction] back into the alchemical leather bag on his waist.

[Spell Fire] will grow because the holder sees and understands the special fire.

Dragon Fire undoubtedly belongs to this category.

But in the battle between Lan and Smaug just now, although he was also using [Spiritual Vision] to observe the dragon flame, most of his attention was focused on observing and summarizing Smaug's actions.

This led to him not fully understanding the dragon flame of the evil dragon after Smaug's death.

But Smaug was already one of the few survivors among the evil dragons.

And since his greatsword had already swallowed the dragon flame of the evil dragon, he could complete his understanding of the dragon flame by observing the greatsword in the future, and then transform it into [Spell Fire].

The evil dragon is dead.

After Lan confirmed this idea, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his originally upright spine and shoulders relaxed.

Although Smaug was a muddy thing in character and will, as he said, his strength was not fake.

The threats and pressures brought were not fake.

But fortunately, it was dead.

It was killed alive by two swords.

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"Look at Long Lake Town!"

The people hiding in the ruins of Dale City climbed up the broken towers and watchtowers, looking across the gentle slopes of the wasteland at the foot of Lonely Mountain to the Long Lake sparkling under the moonlight and starlight.

Under the night, the Long Lake burned like a huge brazier, and even let the cruel flames reflect back to the sky.

The horizon became fiery red, which was particularly eye-catching.

When Smaug broke through the gate of Lonely Mountain and rushed out, he did not find the people hiding here while flying over the ruins of Dale City.

They kept in mind what Bard and Lan said, that there must not be a single light of fire in the night, otherwise they would die.

People hid in closed rooms covered with spider webs and vines, or in town halls occupied by weeds and dust.

The dragon's wings that could stir up storms brought violent and huge winds.

When passing by the ruins of the Valley City, these winds rushed from the sky into every deserted alley and every dilapidated room, turning into a whimper like a ghost.

It seemed that the entire city ruins were full of resentful spirits and evil.

Not daring to light a fire, people could only curl up together and pray that they could survive tonight.

Only when the teeth-chattering wind had whistled past did the townspeople who were brave enough dare to show their heads to observe the situation.

They saw the dragon's abuse of the town.

Everything was just as the legend said.

The invincible huge dragon burned the city, spread its wings in the burning city, surpassed everything, and demonstrated its power and status.

And in the dark forest, the elves of the woodland kingdom also looked at the firelight shining from the bottom to the top of the sky with worry.

Thranduil saw the hope of killing the dragon. The king changed his conservative strategy and led the team himself, wanting to seize the opportunity to wipe out the evil.

This news has spread throughout the kingdom.

The king is still as brave as thousands of years ago. This news inspired many people.

The elves bowed and arrows, and although they were inspired by the king's bravery, they also obeyed Thranduil's orders.

If they failed, the remaining elves' first task should be to "defend their homes under the vengeful wrath of the dragon."

So all the elves were looking at the fire rising to the sky in the distance seriously and solemnly.

Outside the Mirkwood and Long Lake Town, a group of orcs entrenched on the shore of Long Lake were also observing the huge rocks on the lake that were burning in the distance.

The orc leader with a twisted skull, riding a tall and ferocious wolf, stood on a rock and looked at Long Lake Town.

They were also waiting for the final result.

The master of the orcs was as evil as Smaug.

But the evil is even more scheming and dirty.

The orcs' master and Smaug had communicated before and established cooperation.

But no one knows better than themselves that the dragons are domineering and treacherous, as well as their inherent greed and cruelty. Do you really think these bad habits are only aimed at the enemy camp?

Smaug and the orcs' master, whoever really believes in each other, is a brain broken.

So even though they have already formed an alliance in name, the orcs are now watching Smaug wreaking havoc in Long Lake Town, but they have no intention of going in.

Because they know that after going in, they will first face human attacks or unscrupulous dragon flames, which is hard to say.

So, even though the orc leader with a distorted face saw the situation take a sharp turn for the worse, the dragon that was originally arrogant and abused the town suddenly had half of its wings torn off!

Then a thin and erratic starlight descended from the sky and connected to something in the town.

Finally, the towering dragon collapsed with a loud bang, and was killed by the Light of Eärendil and [Turbid Stream·Destruction] in an instant, without even a twitch of the remaining limbs.

During the whole process, the orc leader was just surprised, and had no intention of going in to help.

In the end, he was even a little excited.

Because Smaug, the nominal ally, was dead, then the gold in the Lonely Mountain and the strategic location of the kingdom were all ownerless!

"You! Go find my father! Go to Dol Guldur to find Azog and tell him that it's time to march! The Lonely Mountain has no owner! This is our best chance to connect the north and rebuild the Kingdom of Angmar!"

The wild and evil black language shouted out from the twisted mouth of the orc leader.

Under the protruding rock where he was riding a warg, a warg cavalry nodded to receive the order, and then the warg ran all the way to the distance.

After arranging this messenger, the son of the blasphemer Azog, Bolg. He showed the equally twisted teeth in his twisted mouth, grinning a hideous and greedy smile.

"The rest of the people!"

He shouted, while the orcs and wargs under the rock waited for orders eagerly.

"Follow me to Gundaba! Transfer the troops there! This time, we will take the Lonely Mountain! Take the entire North!"

"Huha!" *N

The black language came out of Bolger's mouth, adding a bit of evil and ambition.

But Bolger had just finished saying this, from their southwest, deep in the dark forest.

Above the distant and cloudy sky, a holy and sharp white light wave spread from above the clouds in a diffused posture!