People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

"ah--"

"Get out of the way!"

"Balin has been hit by an arrow! Balin is down!"

"I got an arrow in the knee!"

The formation suddenly fell into chaos, which was normal. Even a naturally brave dwarf would not be able to maintain the formation after most of the people were hit by arrows.

Thorin almost gritted his teeth. He swung the blade with all his strength. The Orc's head rose into the sky in front of him, and black blood sprinkled on his face, as if it was a primitive totem.

Then, he discovered that at some point, there was a sharp arrow stuck in his chest.

Obviously, the archer was very strong and very lucky. The arrow penetrated the armor, and most of it penetrated into his chest, and almost came out of his body.

"It's over——"

This was Thorin's first reaction.

He has experienced battlefields, and there is no chance of him surviving such an injury.

"It doesn't seem to hurt?"

He immediately reacted from his instinctive thinking: "My hands and feet can still move, and my strength has not weakened at all. The curse is real, and it seems that I will not die."

He couldn't think too much and turned to look at his tribe. He saw the dwarves covering their wounds one by one, with a hint of confusion in their fear.

Then, a dwarf slowly raised his battle axe.

"I seem to be fine?"

"I'm fine too!"

"It's a curse! We won't die!"

"Bahrain stood up! He can still fight!"

Their emotions suddenly became excited and they roared: "Kill! Kill all these Oaks!"

"Calm down!" Thorin's roar overwhelmed everyone: "Restore formation! Don't rush! There are still some of us who are not cursed!"

The king's leadership allowed the dwarves to calm down from the ecstasy of escape, but it was obvious that their morale was completely different.

When Tang Sen took out the stone box, it was impossible to say that there was no doubt in everyone's mind. However, since it was a desperate situation, the dwarves had no choice but to use a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Even if it was fake, at least they could touch it before they died. Touching gold, right?

It had been a long time since the Durin dwarves had touched this thing.

But when he discovered that he really would not die, and that even if his heart was shot through, he could still be alive and kicking, in the eyes of the dwarves, those ferocious wargs and ugly oaks were suddenly not worth mentioning.

The Oaks still wanted to take down the dwarves with a desperate attitude, but when the dwarf camp had a layer of corpses piled up before, and the dwarves were covered with arrows and scars, but they were still alive and kicking. , even if he is as cruel as Oak, he can't help but feel cold in his heart.

Unconsciously, Oak's movements slowed down, and there were even Oaks quietly retreating.

Thorin noticed this keenly. He raised his weapon and shouted: "They are going to be defeated! Charge with me!"

"Don't let Oak go!"

"Waaagh!"

The red-eyed dwarves immediately charged. Shalin, who was holding a giant hammer, ran the fastest. She had long wanted to kill without restraint. Among the wolves, everyone could hardly see her figure, only the one being killed. The mithril hammer dyed black was swung, and large swaths of Orcs were smashed away.

The Oaks' morale could no longer hold up under this wave of charge. They fled in all directions, some fled into the jungle, and some hid behind the hills.

"Victory! Victory!"

The dwarves laughed wildly, not caring about the foul-smelling black blood on their bodies and faces.

That is the decoration that belongs to the winner.

Thorin immediately counted everyone, and when he confirmed that although most of the dwarves were injured, no one was killed, he finally smiled.

He raised his blade and shouted:

"For Durin!"

The dwarves shouted in unison: "For Thorin Oakenshield! For the King Under the Mountain!"

Then, with the support of the dwarves, he strode up to Tang Sen. Tang Sen was sitting, which allowed him to finally look at the traveler.

He didn't speak immediately, he just looked at Tang Sen, and the surrounding gradually became quiet.

Tang Sen smiled and said nothing, patiently waiting for the newly victorious king to organize his words.

After a long time, Thorin suddenly grasped the arrow in his chest, pulled it out cleanly, and then placed it in front of Tang Sen.

"Traveler, the dwarves keep their word. From today on, you are the most distinguished guest of the dwarves!"

"As evidenced by this sharp arrow that pierced my heart."

"Whether it is you or your descendants who come to the city of Durin Dwarves with this arrow in hand, Durin Dwarves will agree to your request."

Tang Sen took the arrow with a rare serious expression and said, "Then I will accept it."

He paused: "However, you still have to pay back the money you owe me."

Thorin's face stiffened, and he turned around and left.

"Thorin Oakenshield is a qualified king." Gandalf came to the side at some point and said in a faint tone: "Traveler, your goal has been achieved."

"What purpose?"

Tang Sen looked at Gandalf blankly, while quietly using Gandalf's robe dragged on the ground to wipe the blood off the arrow.

"Since you know everything, how could you not know that there are Orcs outside the Troll Grove?"

Gandalf said: "Moreover, you waited until the dwarves couldn't hold on any longer before you took out the cursed gold coins. This is the result you want to see, right?"

"Wizard, you are slandering me."

Tang Sen stood up, put away the arrow, and said, "Are you so suspicious of everyone?"

"Slander?" Gandalf wanted to say something else, but Tang Sen had already wandered away.

He squinted his eyes and watched Tang Sen walk to the side of Sha Lin, and then resolutely withdrew the mithril hammer amidst Sha Lin's miserable howl.

"Your Majesty Ilúvatar, is it a blessing or a curse for such a person to come to Middle-earth?"

Gandalf muttered to himself and lowered his head. He was suddenly stunned when he saw the messy blood stains on his beloved gray robe.

"Nasty traveler!"

He gripped the staff tightly and was about to go to Tang Sen to settle the score when suddenly a dwarf shouted: "Those Orcs are back again!"

"How can it be?"

Thorin, who was sulking, suddenly raised his head. He was sure that Oak had lost his courage.

But what is surprising is that after the hills, the figure of Oak does reappear.

Thorin clenched his weapon again and was about to call the dwarves to prepare for battle when suddenly he heard a muffled sound from the earth.

The sound was getting closer and closer, becoming more and more shocking.

That was the sound of horse hooves, a sound that could only be made by strong and well-trained war horses, at least hundreds of them running together.

Orcs cannot tame war horses.

Thorin raised his head and looked at the top of the hills. Behind the Oaks, in the direction of the rising sun, there was a golden light shining.

It was the reflection of golden armor. They came from behind the hills like a golden torrent.

Thorin could see their flowing silver hair and their exquisitely handsome faces.

Arrows shot out like rain, and the Oaks and Wargs had no ability to resist. Each arrow accurately took away one or even two lives.

Thorin gripped the weapon harder than before, forcing the word through his teeth.

"Elves!"