Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1125 1107. The Returning Wizard

Thorin, who was shocked, actually had nothing to say.

Just as Lann said, if it was to delay time with reasonable people, it was indeed feasible.

But once he didn't want to delay time, then Thorin had very few choices.

Keep the gold, or get the Arkenstone.

Even if Thorin is mentally ill now, he is not stupid after all.

When Lann came out of the treasure hall, he faced the expectant eyes of the dwarves.

"How is it? Thorin, he..." Balin stuttered nervously. "Is he getting better?"

"If giving up treasure actively or passively can alleviate the dragon disease, it should be effective."

Lann nodded to the old dwarf, and immediately a circle of dwarves breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed happily.

Bofur and Oin also jumped up and high-fived.

Their emotions are always simple when they are happy.

"But I can't stay any longer." Lan En said as he walked out without stopping. "We need to talk things over with the elves and humans as soon as possible. Everyone is very nervous now."

"Oh, by the way, Fili and Qili." Lan En turned his head slightly and called the two nephews of the King of Lonely Mountain.

"Next time I come as a guest, can we clean up a little? You dwarves can't treat guests like this in a hall full of cobwebs and dragon stench, right?"

Fili and Qili looked at each other and immediately agreed happily.

"Of course!"

"Just wait for us to clean up!"

They were very happy that Lan En still treated them as friends.

Coming out from the depths of Lonely Mountain, Lan En jumped down the temporary city gate built by the dwarves with the fluffy ball that had returned to the team and walked towards River Valley City.

On the way, Felu Cat first hugged Kirin's neck and stretched as if he had returned to his familiar bed.

Then he lay on Kirin's head again.

The little paw touched the smooth broken horn of the Qilin, and a "tsk tsk tsk" sound came out of his mouth.

"Qilin, your horn is broken again, meow."

Suddenly, the ancient dragon let out a dissatisfied hiss, which was roughly translated as.

"Why do you say it's broken again? This time it's an attack! It's not being beaten!"

"Can an attack be said to be 'broken'?"

"It's exploded!"

A series of confusing words like this suddenly filled the atmosphere of joy between the flannel ball and Lan En.

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Bard rode back to the Valley City on horseback, but the solemn and angry expression on his face gave all the people waiting for him a bad premonition.

Thranduil rode a stag in front of the city gate and calmly took Bard into the city.

He had long expected that the talks would fail.

He had seen countless dwarves and dragon disease. He knew very well what Thorin would become, so he didn't expect it from the beginning.

The people in the valley began to panic, because everyone knew that without gold, most of them would not survive this winter, let alone rebuild their homes.

And when Thorin was in Long Lake Town, he debated with Bard in front of the whole town and promised to share the treasure.

In the end, he broke his promise when they were in the most difficult time. The anger in the hearts of the refugees in Long Lake Town, as well as the anger caused by panic, almost exploded in an instant.

The noise of the crowd became louder and louder.

People were saying that the dwarves were ungrateful. If they didn't want to fulfill their promise, they would take up arms and arm themselves to go to the lonely mountain to ask for it.

Bard, who had always asked the townspeople to deal with things calmly at this time, now had nothing to say and could only watch the rumors spread among the crowd.

Or rather, it would be better if they spread.

After all, a group of former fishermen wanted to go to war, and they couldn't do it without anger as a spiritual motivation.

The weapons reserve in the valley city had already been distributed.

Although there are not many that can be used due to the poor storage conditions and the long time, it is still enough to arm a hundred-man team.

"I still don't understand."

Bard stood in front of Thranduil's marching tent with a sad face, watching the townspeople start to practice with weapons.

"The gold we want is nothing to Lonely Mountain, and your national treasure has no special meaning to the dwarves. Why do they hesitate to go to war?"

Thranduil had taken off his armor and put on his gorgeous and exquisite robes.

His marching tent was set up in the central square of River Valley.

At this time, the Elf King came out with two wine glasses, gave Bard a glass, and took a sip himself.

"The stubbornness of the dwarves, you will know after a few more contacts, you can't understand their ideas, so it's better not to do these useless things."

Bard still had a bitter face. He was not afraid of fighting, but

He looked at the people of Long Lake who were excited for the livelihood of themselves and their families.

At this time, the ruins of the River Valley City, which was originally deserted and dilapidated, were filled with people that had not been seen for decades.

The elves' majestic and orderly small patrol teams were patrolling in the city in shifts, and their uniform steps were as rhythmic as drum beats.

The townspeople were carrying firewood, food, weapons, armor, and arrows back and forth. Those who could work were working, and shouts and greetings were heard everywhere.

Several townspeople who had been guards in Changhu Town began to organize the townspeople who were assigned to be armed, and they practiced temporarily and quickly in the form of small square formations. It can be regarded as sharpening one's skills before the battle.

In order to survive, they must need the gold, and they must fight the dwarves. But once a fight actually breaks out, how many people will die?

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the far side of the street. A white-haired old man wearing a tattered gray robe, with bloodstains and exhaustion on his face, was riding a horse towards here.

Although his superb equestrian skills along the way prevented him from bumping into any busy townspeople in the crowded and damaged streets, he did cause a commotion in the end.

Bard noticed that Thranduil's face showed that he had seen a troublesome person and something unexpected.

"Oh, you're here."

The old man kept walking in front of the square in Riverdale City. He dismounted and walked towards Thranduil's marching tent.

The elf guards passing by him did not stop him as if they had not seen him.

Thranduil slightly adjusted the demeanor and expression on his face, and greeted him with a smile.

"Mithrandir, long time no see."

"Forgive me the courtesy, Thranduil."

Gandalf held a different staff in his hand and walked towards the Elf King and Bard with vigorous steps.

It was as if the scars and embarrassment on his face were all fake.

"I'm here to give you, the dwarves and the humans a warning!"

Gandalf said seriously. His appearance and temperament accumulated from long-term wisdom made Bard feel that he was a wise and reliable person when they first met.

But Thranduil was very different.

"Please say, I'm listening."

The Elf King said, taking a sip of the wine in the wine glass, showing obvious duplicity.

"The grievances between you and the dwarves must be put aside first! The war has begun, and the orc army of Dol Guldur is rushing here!"

"Everyone here is in danger!"

Gandalf said with his hands on his hips. His silver scarf, which was originally hanging snugly around his neck, was now sloppily dragged to the ground.

He looked very miserable.

Thranduil did not comment on Gandalf's words, but Bard frowned.

After all, it had only been a few days since he became the leader from a fisherman.

Any disturbance at this time made him sensitive.

So Bud took a step forward and stared at the old man in front of him.

"what are you saying?"

"You don't know them yet, Bard." Thranduil spoke before Gandalf wanted to respond, with a relaxed tone, as if he didn't care about the 'danger' in the old wizard's mouth.

"Wizards are like thunder rolling in the cold winter. The movement is quite loud, but when have you ever seen it really rain?"

"Oh my God." Gandalf supported his waist and looked at Thranduil angrily, "When did my advice become so worthless?"

"The orc army is already on the way, and may even be in front of us overnight! They have mobilized all their strength, and you haven't realized the danger yet!"

Thranduil looked at the furious Gandalf coldly.

"Since you asked us not to target the dwarves first, I don't want to hear it. After all, I also know that the dwarves in the lonely mountain are all your friends. It sounds reasonable to stabilize us for the sake of the safety of our friends. Isn’t it?”

"I admire your loyalty to your friends, Gandalf. But why do you think I am in such a hurry to get this done?"

"You said the orcs might arrive overnight, but the question is: How could they move so fast? That was an army starting from Dol Guldur."

"Secondly, where are the traces of that army?"

Gandalf opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

First of all, as the initiator of the dwarves' restoration expedition and a friend of the dwarves, his position is indeed awkward now.

Then, he really didn't know the whereabouts of the army that set off from Dol Guldur.

Gandalf entered the eerie old castle alone in order to lure out the enemy's true form.

He succeeded, and indeed the dark enemy's power did not return to its full glory.

The pressure didn't even kill him directly. Instead, they only severely injured him, suppressed his power, and imprisoned him.

Out of some bad taste, he called the leader of the northern orcs, Azog the Blasphemer, in front of him.

Let him lead the army out, and Gandalf witnessed the assembly process of the entire orc army.

It was precisely because of this that he was extremely worried about the situation in Gushan and rushed over non-stop after getting out of trouble.

As a result, as soon as I came over, I saw that the three parties of humans, elves, and dwarves were at war with each other.

Gandalf suddenly felt numb.

The enemy hasn't appeared yet, and a fight is about to start on our side.