legend begins with lord of the rings

Bard put the bag containing weapons at his feet on the table, and opened the bag under the expectant eyes of the dwarves.

The bag does contain more than a dozen weapons of various types, but the quality needs to be verified.

"What is this?" Thorin asked, grabbing a spear-like weapon.

"The spear hook...is modified from a harpoon..." Bard said.

"What about this?" Fili asked as he picked up a huge hammer.

"We generally call it a "hand hammer", which is modified from a hammer for blacksmithing... Although it is a bit heavy to use, it is at least much better than empty-handed..." Bud explained to Fili again, in his hand

The purpose of that giant hammer.

"You're kidding... What we need are normal weapons, not these rubbish." Thorin threw away the strange weapon in his hand, looking very dissatisfied.

"This is simply child's play..."

"I don't want to use it to deal with the dragon..."

"This is just a bunch of toys..."

The dwarves looked at the pile of inferior weapons on the table, and they all showed dissatisfaction.

"I can't find anything better in the town. All the weapons have been locked in his arsenal by the mayor... There's nothing I can do about it," Bard said helplessly.

He also felt a little bit regretful. The weapons on the table were indeed a bit unattractive.

"When is the Day of Turin?" Kili suddenly asked.

"It's the last day of autumn, and it's only two days away... If we can't reach Lonely Mountain before then, then our expedition will be meaningless." Fili answered his brother's question.

Balin also frowned at this time. Among the dwarves, he was the one who had the deepest affection for Gushan.

He pondered for a while and said: "Thorin, why don't we just take these weapons and set off? I can reach the Lonely Mountain even if I am empty-handed..."

"Agree~" Dwalin sided with Balin.

The other dwarves were also staring at Thorin, waiting for his next decision.

"Thorin... the dwarves... Thorin... the Lonely Mountain..." Bard listened to the discussion of the dwarves and whispered.

An ancient legend in the town flashed through his mind: The Lord of Silver Spring, the Lord of Carved Stones, and the King under the Mountain will return to the throne, and the people will celebrate the return of the King under the Mountain.

This ancient prophecy is full of yearning for the wealth of the kingdom under the mountain.

However, Bard knew that there was a second half to this prophecy: all this would end in tragedy, the lake would sparkle, and the war would reignite.

This indicates that when the Dwarf King returns, he will not only bring wealth, but also disaster.

"Are you Thorin, the king under the mountain?" Bard stopped in front of Thorin and asked.

Thorin glanced at Bard and did not answer.

"That's right, the person in front of you is Thor's grandson, Thorn's son... Thorin, who holds the title of King Under the Mountain." Dwalin stood up and said to Bard.

"Are you going to Lonely Mountain?" Bud continued to ask with a heavy face.

"Yes, our goal this time is to return to the Lonely Mountain and get back the wealth belonging to the dwarves." Fili also said proudly at this time.

"You can't go, the sleeping evil dragon on the Lonely Mountain will be awakened by you... It will bring destruction to Long Lake Town again." Bard stood in front of the dwarves.

"Where we go is our freedom. It has nothing to do with you." Thorin glared at Bard with an unhappy look on his face.

"I said you can't go~" Bard still stubbornly stopped in front of Thorin without taking a step back.

When the dwarves behind Thorin saw this, they all picked up the weapons on the table and stared at Bard. They seemed to be ready to take action if they disagreed.

At this moment, Bayin also came behind his father with Bard's bow and arrow.

Seeing a conflict could break out at any time.

"Can you listen to me?" Abel walked from the side and stood between Bard and Thorin.

Abel still had some weight in the hearts of the two of them. Although neither Bard nor Thorin spoke, their attitudes softened a bit.

"There is nothing wrong with Thorin going to the Lonely Mountain to retrieve the wealth that belongs to the dwarves." Abel said to Bard.

Just when Bard was about to refute, Abel turned to Thorin and said: "This trip to the Lonely Mountain will definitely alarm the evil dragon. If it fails, Lake Town will be destroyed by Smaug again. This is also

fact."

Seeing Abel's displeased appearance, Thorin asked impatiently: "What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say next is the key point." After Abel signaled everyone to relax, he continued: "Why don't we think of a solution that has the best of both worlds.

Since Smaug may destroy Lake Town again, the residents of Lake Town can be transferred out. Even if Smaug comes to Lake Town again, it will only destroy an empty city."

"No, if we leave Changhu Town, how will the residents here make a living? Besides, Braga won't agree." Bud objected.

"It depends on Thorin. If he is willing to give up part of the Lonely Mountain treasure, it will not be difficult to help Changhu Town rebuild its home afterwards." Abel looked at Thorin.

Of course Thorin knew that by awakening the dragon, Lake Town would most likely be implicated.

He turned to discuss with Bahrain and then said: "If I can get support from Changhu Town, I am willing to spend one-sixteenth of the gold coin to rebuild the homes of the residents of Changhu Town."

"Very good, the problem is solved now." Abel said with a smile.

Bud thought for a moment and realized that this was indeed a feasible solution. Then he asked, "Who will discuss it with the mayor?"

"Why should we discuss with the mayor? We can re-elect a new mayor..." Abel put forward his own suggestion.

"This is rebellion, and Braga will not agree to it," Bud said.

"You are wrong again. The residents of Changhu Town are not living a good life now, and they need a wise mayor.

The dwarves also need a mayor who is willing to cooperate with them in going to Lonely Mountain.

It just so happens that we have a candidate here who meets all the requirements for appeal." Abel said meaningfully.

Bud realized at this time that Abel wanted to recommend him to be the mayor of the town.

"I need to think about it." Bud was a little undecided for a while. On the one hand, he really wanted the residents of Changhu Town to live a better life. On the other hand, he didn't think he had the ability to overthrow Bra

Added rule.

"Then I hope you will think it over carefully before dinner. After all, Thorin and the others are pressed for time," Abel said.

As far as Abel is concerned, Bud doesn't need to be considered at all. With his ability, he is more than qualified to take on the duties of the new mayor.

The dwarf and Bard finally reached a preliminary reconciliation with Abel's reconciliation.

On the other side, a conversation was also going on in the high-rise building of the mayor's house.

"How's the inquiring going?" Mayor Braga leaned back in his chair and looked at Fred, who was sweating profusely.

"I just found out that those dwarves are fugitives who escaped from the Woodland Kingdom. They deceived you." Fred wiped the sweat from his forehead, but there was a hint of excitement on his face.