Alfred, still dressed in pitch black, was in front.
Morgan walked behind.
Seeing Alfred's respectful and flattering look, Morgan looked cold.
Yesterday at Long Lake.
He slapped Alfred directly.
He beat Alfred until his nose was bleeding, and he was stunned. Then he pulled out the elf sword amidst the cheers of everyone, and was about to kill Alfred.
It was Bud who pulled Morgan off.
If it weren't for Bud, he would really be ready to kill this guy Alfred.
He was not Bilbo or Bard, and he couldn't be as generous as they were when he was offended over and over again and forgive others.
Maybe he really sensed murderous intent in Morgan's eyes.
Ever since then, Alfred has been very afraid of Morgan.
There were fewer people in the corridor of the city hall. Except for the elderly and injured people who were still lying down, everyone else had obviously gone outside.
When Morgan followed Alfred out of the corridor, he saw a group of surviving residents huddled together, looking with fear at the orderly and majestic elf troops in the square.
Bard was talking to an elf leader in silver armor in the square.
Morgan stepped forward and Bud, who saw Morgan, was about to say something.
At this time, a loud sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the direction of the avenue.
The two of them looked up and saw a tall and handsome elf wearing silver exquisite mail and a silver cloak, riding on a huge antlered deer, walking quickly, followed by several elf leaders wearing silver armor and riding on horseback.
"It's Thranduil, the Elven King of Mirkwood."
Bud quickly whispered something to Morgan and strode forward to greet him.
"Your Majesty Thranduil..."
Bud stepped forward quickly, bowed slightly, and said with a smile on his face: "What kind of wind brings you here."
The huge-antlered deer stopped not far in front of Bard. Thranduil looked at Bard and said calmly: "I heard you need help."
The original Changhu Town had always relied on trade with the Woodland Kingdom.
As Thranduil, the king of the Woodland Kingdom, he knew Girion, the former king of the River Valley State, and also knew Girion's descendant Bard.
In Chang Lake Town, under the leadership of the bloated and greedy mayor, Bud was outstanding in terms of strength, character and conduct.
Now Laketown is destroyed by the evil dragon Smaug.
Bard not only stood up and killed the evil dragon, but also avenged all the residents.
He also took care of all the surviving residents of Changhu Town.
He naturally became the leader of all survivors.
Now that the evil dragon is dead, he looks at Bard and a group of human residents in the distance.
Thranduil could almost see a new Dale town coming.
And Bard will definitely become the new mayor of River Valley Town and the king of River Valley State.
After hearing Thranduil's words, Bard immediately smiled bitterly and said: "As you can see, we really need some help now. If you can..."
Before he finished speaking, on the main road not far away, large carriages loaded with vegetables, radishes, tomatoes, bread and other food slowly came from a distance.
Bard looked overjoyed and immediately looked at Thranduil on the big horned deer.
Thranduil nodded slightly, his expression still calm.
After receiving Thranduil's nod, Bard immediately waved to the surviving residents who were looking eagerly at the five trucks full of food.
The surviving residents immediately swarmed forward and watched as the elves driving the car began to distribute food to everyone in an orderly manner.
Bard looked at Thranduil with excitement and said with great gratitude: "You are really our savior..."
"I don't even know what to say. Thank you so much, Your Majesty." Bud said emotionally.
Thranduil still looked calm and continued: "You don't have to be too excited, it's nothing, I just came here by the way."
"I'm not here for you, but to get back what's mine from the dwarves."
Thranduil's tone was calm and indifferent.
But several people around him could hear the suppressed anger in his words.
Morgan, standing not far away, was one of them.
Looking at the proud Elf King sitting on a huge antlered deer.
Morgan put a trace of his energy into the dimension ring in his hand and touched the top of the nearly two-meter-high gold and silver treasures piled in a corner of the space, a brilliant white gemstone necklace that shone with pale white hazy starlight.
He thought about how the elf king in front of him would react if he knew that the precious necklace he had been thinking about for many years was in his hands.
Morgan looked at the Elf King in front of him quietly.
Bard on the side heard Thranduil's words, and the smile on his face immediately solidified, and he was about to say something.
Thranduil suddenly turned to look at Morgan not far away and said, "This must be another warrior who killed the dragon Smaug, right?"
Thranduil's voice was cold, and it was easy to hear a hint of emotion.
Bard's expression changed, and he thought to himself: Could it be that Morgan not only offended the Elf Prince Legolas, but also his father?
Just when Bud was about to think about how to help Morgan speak.
Morgan bowed slightly to Thranduil and said calmly: "I have met His Majesty Thranduil."
"If there's no one else, it's me."
Seeing Morgan's attitude, Thranduil softened his tone slightly and continued: "If I remember correctly, you should be the human who escaped from my kingdom with the group of dwarves, right?"
Although the tone was inquiring, the discretion in the words clearly meant that he already knew his identity.
Morgan wasn't surprised.
With the energy of the opponent's King of Dark Forest, it is easy to investigate these.
Besides, Morgan never deliberately concealed it.
"it's me."
Morgan nodded.
Thranduil looked at Morgan and continued: "As far as I know, you are a member of the dwarf expedition. Why are those dwarves now sitting on the entire Lonely Mountain, but you are here?"
Morgan said calmly: "It's simple, because I quit the expedition."
Thranduil seemed to be very interested in Morgan's affairs and continued to ask: "We have reached the Lonely Mountain, but you have withdrawn from the team. Can you tell me why?"
"Sorry, Your Majesty."
Morgan shook his head in denial.
Just kidding, he didn't want his conflict with Thorin Oakenshield to become known to everyone.
He could tell Tariel because Tariel was his woman.
Tell Bard because Bard has to deal with Thorin Oakenshield next.
As for other people, even the King of Mirkwood, Morgan didn't care.
Even if Thorin Oakenshield is suffering from illness now, he is still the king under the mountain.
His student Kili, as well as Balin, Fili, Bofur, Groin and other dwarves with whom he has a good relationship are now under the command of Thorin Oakenshield.
And he himself is not only a former member of the expedition team.
Now he has the identity of a dragon slayer and a dragon slaying warrior.
We are still considered characters after all, and we must always save some face for each other.
Seeing Morgan's refusal, Thranduil stopped asking and pulled the reins. The big-antlered deer under him immediately turned around and left.
As soon as the Elf King left, all the Elf troops on the side immediately turned around and began to walk out.
Bard finally reacted upon seeing this, and hurriedly caught up, looked at Thranduil and asked: "Are you really going to start a war with the dwarves just for that little gem?"
Bard had heard about the feud between the King of Mirkwood and the King Under the Mountain.
"How can a treasure inherited from a family be allowed to wander outside."
Thranduil looked at the moving army beside him and said calmly.
My heart has long been determined to regain the Starlight White Gem Necklace, even if it means starting a war.
After hearing the determination in the Elf King's heart before him, Bard could only solemnly say: "We are allies."
"A share of the treasure in that mountain belongs to my people."
"Let me talk to Thorin Oakenshield!"
Hearing such words, Thranduil finally turned around, looked at Bard who looked serious and said in surprise: "You actually want to argue with the dwarf?"
"In order to avoid unnecessary war casualties, of course we must try!"
Looking at Bard's determined look in front of him, Thranduil seemed to see Girion, the king of the River Valley State many years ago.
Finally, Thranduil nodded slowly and said coldly: "Since you are so insistent, then give those stubborn dwarves a chance."
He simply regarded this as giving face to the future King of River Valley State, Bard.
Since the last time I saw Thorin Oakenshield.
He was all too aware of the stubbornness and greed of those dwarves.
Saul years ago;
Thorin Oakenshield many years later.
But nothing.
It's just a day's delay.
I have been waiting for this for so many years, and this day is not missing.
It would be best if Bud can negotiate.
Although he had no hope.
Can't negotiate?
Then use strength, swords, iron and blood to reason with those dwarves.
Thinking of this, Thranduil waved to the elf leader not far away and gave a few words.
Then he and Bud turned around and walked towards the City Hall Square.
Morgan looked at the two people walking together and knew in his heart that the real plot was developing in an orderly manner towards the memory plot.
"etc..."
"The starlight white gem necklace that King Thranduil wants is in my hand."
"If I take it out and give it to the Elf King now, will the other party withdraw now?"
"If the elven army led by Thranduil did not participate in the battle, wouldn't the Battle of the Five Armies in the memory plot be missing an important army?"
"Without the threat of Thranduil, Thorin Oakenshield would not have asked for help from the Iron Hills dwarves in advance."
"Without the timely reinforcements from the Iron Hills dwarves, the dozen or so dwarves in the Lonely Mountain would definitely not be able to withstand the orc army led by Azog. I'm afraid they would all be wiped out in one wave of attacks."
"At the same time, the approximately four to five hundred surviving residents of Changhu Town in Hehe Town, which is close to Gushan, may only end up becoming food for the half-orcs..."
After deducing the ideas that suddenly pop up in your mind.
Morgan immediately broke into a cold sweat.
He didn't forget that he was still in Riverdale Town.
Because of his relationship with Bard, he must be considered a human being now.
River Valley Town was once surrounded by a massive army of orcs.
It will definitely end up being reduced to half-orc food.
Even for himself, it would be extremely difficult to survive.
He had previously been thinking about how to get the maximum benefit from the Elf King Thranduil in exchange for the Starlight White Gem Necklace.
It seems now that before the war broke out.
He must not expose the starlight white gem necklace on himself.
"call..."
"This is really..."
"so close..."
After taking a long breath, Morgan felt scared.
He was really thinking about how to use that necklace to obtain the greatest benefit.
Although the starlight white gemstone necklace is equally valuable even if it is sold to others, it is still not as valuable as selling it to Thranduil who has the bonus of story history.
He was also thinking about whether to use the necklace to solve the issue of Tauriel being expelled from the Woodland Kingdom at the same time.
Although Tariel probably doesn't know it now.
But Morgan thought that the Elf King had most likely given such an order at this time.
Fortunately, there was no time to implement it.
Fortunately, it was all in time.
I am still thinking about the previous plot, even if there are unexpected small branch plots like this due to my joining.
But the main plot still unconsciously moves closer to the plot in memory.
Now it looks like there's finally a chance for a major plot change.
But Morgan didn't dare to move at all.
Because the consequences are too serious and closely related to yourself.
Of course, if Morgan doesn't care about the lives of his real dwarf students Kili, Fili, Balin and other dwarves in the Lonely Mountain.
To Bard, to Barn, to Snow Song, to Tilda, and to all the surviving human residents of Long Lake Town who had cheered for themselves and shouted that they were dragon-slaying heroes and the saviors of everyone, they had no regard for the life and death of them. care.
He could indeed take out the starlight white gem necklace and make the deal with Elf King Thranduil right now and leave.
However, humans are social animals.
From the moment Morgan came to this world, he began to have intersections with this world in one way or another.
The longer the time goes by, the deeper the feelings will be.
Like now.
"Morgan, is what you told me before true?"
At this time, Bard and the elf king Thranduil, who had laid down the big horned deer, walked over while chatting. Bard looked at Morgan and asked.
"What?"
Morgan came back from his complicated thoughts, looked at Bud and said casually.
Bard stepped forward, looked at Morgan and continued: "You told me before, you said that Thorin Oakenshield was infected with the disease."
Upon hearing this question, Morgan immediately realized that Bard must have told him what he told him about Thorin Oakenshield to the Elf King in front of him.
He estimated that Bard would go to the Lonely Mountain next to negotiate with Thorin Oakenshield.
It would be better to know more about Thorin at this time.
Faced with Bud's question, Morgan nodded: "That's true..."
At this time, the Elf King on the side pointed to the side and suddenly said: "Let's go over there and sit and chat together?"
Morgan and Bud looked in the direction of the elf's finger and discovered that a huge golden tent had been quickly erected in the center of the spacious square of the city hall.
"I followed the dwarves from the Shire..."
"If it were Thorin Oakenshield before arriving at the Lonely Mountain, he might still be able to listen to Bard's persuasion and negotiation."
"But now Thorin Oakenshield is probably infected with the same disease as his grandfather Thorol..."
"So, I feel that your method, Bud, is probably..."
In the golden royal court tent, Morgan looked at Bard and spoke softly.
"I also think so..."
Before Bard could speak, Thranduil immediately answered.
“Always have to try it!”
Bud, who frowned and looked firm, shook his head.
Not long after, a white horse rushed out of River Valley Town and walked quickly towards the lonely mountain opposite.
