Bilbo had never seen the heroic appearance of a dragonborn fighting before, until this day.
Turka swung Aeglos, and the huge blade directly cut open the ugly body of a big spider, starting from the mouthparts to the disgusting abdominal pouch. That armor-like hard shell couldn't stop Aegros's sharp spear blade.
Then he swiped again, and several more hairy spiders were sliced flat, and disgusting juices and some organs immediately flowed all over the floor.
He really wanted to take a breath of dragon flame and turn all these chilling monsters into ashes.
But he was afraid that the fire would spread to the sky and affect the dwarves and hobbits.
These little guys are not afraid of flames like him. If the fire spreads in the forest, they will have nowhere to hide.
Therefore, he could only suppress the urge to breathe fire, and waved his spear hard, killing these spider monsters that Nahar said were closer to beasts and not very intelligent.
The only good thing about Turka now is that there are many gaps on both sides of the Elven Road, otherwise the Aeglos Spear would really not be able to function in such terrain.
He let Hardor maneuver around to protect the poor dwarves and hobbits, while he held Aeglos and charged through the spiders.
"Kili!"
As the only archer among the dwarves, young Kili took on the role of support. He drew his small bow and shot an arrow almost wherever there was danger, piercing the eyes of the spiders.
Several times, he saved relatively slow dwarves such as Balin and Bombur in time.
The hobbit tremblingly grasped his dagger and stood with him.
There were too many spiders, hundreds at least.
Although Turka and Nahal fought hard to kill the enemy, and a large number of spider corpses covered the ground, there were still several spiders that broke through the defenses of the dwarves on the outside, jumped into the center of the crowd, and attacked Bilbo and Kili.
Beorn's ponies were suddenly frightened, and some of them knocked away the dwarves and ran away. As a result, these ponies were soon caught by the spiders in their webs and tied into white cocoons.
Kili was knocked down here by a spider the size of a calf, and his small bow fell aside;
Bilbo screamed, and the dagger pierced the chilling mouthparts of a hideous and terrifying big spider, making the big spider squeak in pain.
"He stabbed me! He stabbed me!"
Perhaps because he was carrying the Supreme Ring, Bilbo actually understood the hissing cry of the spider. With a pale face, he thrust the dagger up to the hilt into the spider's mouthparts, and this happened. A scary monster.
"Stinging Sword? That's a good name."
Bilbo murmured, a trace of blood filling his pale face. There is both the excitement of bravely killing the enemy and the fear of almost being killed by the spider's kiss.
He pulled out the small dagger from the spider's corpse and struck at the one who had knocked down Kili.
"Go away, disgusting monster! Otherwise, I'll let you taste the power of my stinging sword!"
He, Fili, and Gloin used their swords, axes, and hammers at the same time to kill the spider and rescued Kili.
"Perhaps I should say thank you." Kili picked up the small bow and nodded to him without saying too much, "But let us fight off these monsters first."
He didn't know if it was because he was used to it, or if the act of ending a life with his own hands just now made him completely enlightened. The hobbit's hands stopped shaking and his feet stopped weak. He followed the dwarves, led by the brave cousins Thorin and Dwalin, and screamed with excitement, killing spiders one after another.
But the number of enemies is so great that even though the ground is covered with spider corpses, the dawn of victory is still far away.
By the end of the battle, even Bilbo's head was dizzy. He was surrounded by shouts, the sound of knives, axes, hammers and sticks, and the sound of bowstrings undulating - he was so excited.
Qili's small bow had already run out of arrows, so where could the sound of bowstrings come from?
"Kill these spiders."
An elven language emerged from the forest. A sharp arrow silently hit one of the big spiders on the head and shot it down from the tree.
The spiders were shocked. They hissed and looked around.
Woo!
Woohoo~~
Bilbo heard the sound he most wanted to hear.
That's the sound of the elf's horn.
They come from the depths of the forest, blowing through the canopy and grass, through valleys and streams, inspiring people.
"Elf! It's an elf!" Bilbo jumped up excitedly, and was surprised to see a large number of elves wearing green cloaks and gray tight-fitting clothes jumping out from the trees and from behind the bushes.
Use arrows and swords to shoot and stab all the spiders to death.
The spider's formation was suddenly disrupted.
They froze in place, bewildered. I don't know whether to fight back against the elf or continue to attack the delicious pastry in front of me.
This gave the elves an opportunity to take advantage.
And there were so many of them, almost as many as the spiders. This made the battle end extremely quickly - which almost helped Turka and Nahar.
"These Merikundi have come at the right time," Nahar said, pausing. Its huge golden hooves had just crushed the ugly head of a spider.
Merikundi, the elves who have not seen the light of the Double Holy Trees, are also called dark elves, to distinguish them from those Karakundi on Aman who have seen the light of the Double Holy Trees - the light elves.
"On this continent, the starlight of Elentári is our eternal love, my lord." A very handsome tall elf jumped down from the tree and landed on Turka and Nahal Come forward and say.
Elentári, Queen of the Stars, also known as Varda and Elberis, is the Valar most revered by the elves.
Nahal nodded and accepted his words.
"Legolas!"
Turka planted Aeglos on the ground and embraced the elf warmly.
The spiders finally dispersed. They were driven away or killed by other elves. A large number of spiders were wiped out in this battle, and their corpses were even spread outside the valley.
"Elves!"
Thorin pulled Orcrist out of a spider, his expression ugly.
Because he believed that he encountered this ambush entirely because the elves deliberately allowed spiders to run rampant in the forest.
Moreover, he thought that the timing of the appearance of the elves was too clever. It was unfair that the elves did not appear until all the dwarves were exhausted. This was unfair to the dwarves who had been fighting for a whole time.
The other dwarves felt that it was a lucky thing that someone came to rescue them. They sat down on the ground, thankful to have escaped.
Seemingly aware of Thorin's anger, Turka let go of Legolas and said with a smile: "You guys came in time. If it were a step later, I wouldn't even be able to help setting fire to it. You know, this is very difficult for me." It’s not difficult.”
A smile suddenly appeared on Legolas' face. "Yes, this is indeed something to be thankful for." He said: "Let the wrath of Drachnis be left to the mountains, and let the elves continue to own the forest."
Then the Elf Prince walked up to Thorin, stroked his chest and saluted: "May your beard remain prosperous, Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom Under the Mountain."
Thorin's expression looked better now.
He scowled and snorted.
"The ears of elves are still so sharp, and they can always detect everything in the forest. You came in time, elves, so timely that I thought you had planted a few spies around me."
"Thorin!" Balin promptly interrupted the dwarf king's acrimony. He bowed deeply to the elf prince apologetically and said, "Thank you! Thank you elf for your timely appearance! May the friendship between dwarves and elves be as green as the pine tree. Stay prosperous!"
"I hope so," Legolas said.
Then turned and left.
Thorin's face turned pale with anger.
Turka shook his head, really not knowing what to say.
Perhaps the relationship between the two races has eased due to the war ten years ago, but it is obvious that the inner gap between the two still exists.
Unlike the elves of Rivendell and Linton, the elves of the Woodland Kingdom have the most direct conflict of hatred and hatred between Thranduil and Thorin, which cannot be resolved overnight.
Especially, Thorin's temper...yeah.
Legolas first whispered with the other elves for a while - Turka saw a familiar figure among them, Tauriel, the captain of the King's Guard of the Woodland Kingdom also came.
Then he came over.
"My lord." He extended an invitation to Turka: "Perhaps you can go to the kingdom of elves for repairs."
Legolas glanced at the embarrassed dwarves and the escaping ponies, and said with a hint of joking and a hint of sympathy: "It seems that you can no longer continue your journey now. And my Father also asked me to invite you there, as there seems to be something I want to convey."
Turka was stunned.
"What does the Elf King want to discuss with me?" he asked.
He had met Thranduil many years ago. But to be honest, he had only average feelings for this famous Elf King. Not that there's anything wrong with him, but he's more like a human king than Cirdan or Elrond.
"Father didn't say it, but I think it's important." Legolas said seriously, "Because when we came out, he told me a lot that I would definitely ask you to come back."
Turka frowned. He looked at the gloomy Thorin, then at the weak and almost exhausted dwarf and our Snitch Master, and nodded slowly.
"I will never accept alms from elves!" Thorin jumped up and was the first to express his objection.
But both Bahrain and others persuaded him to agree.
"We need to rest." Bahrain said out of pure publicity: "There are also a few ponies missing. If we can provide supplies, it will be beneficial to the next journey. We should not refuse."
"I can't walk anymore." Bombur muttered, "And I'm tired and thirsty. If the elves are willing to entertain, then why not? Just consider it as their compensation."
But this aroused Thorin's inner stubbornness, and he said: "If you want to go, go ahead, but none of my subjects will beg for mercy from the elves!"
This made Turka couldn't help but yell: "Don't be stupid, dwarf!"
The Dragonborn even used a bit of magic power, and the loud and majestic sound made the forest canopy vibrate, causing butterflies and insects to fly. The surrounding trees are like a sea of colors.
The dwarf was so frightened by this scolding that contained magic power that he shivered and looked at a loss.
The elves also looked at this in surprise and looked at each other.
"It is wise to recognize ourselves and the enemy clearly and stop losses in time." Turka accepted the voice of the dragon and said helplessly: "Don't we have to rush to the Lonely Mountain before Turin Day?"
He advised: "But if there is not enough food and horses, how can we arrive on time?"
Thorin's face was ashen, but in the end, he nodded slowly.
The dwarves immediately cheered.
Bilbo also collapsed to the ground with a tired look on his face.
But soon, he was pulled aside by Turk and whispered something.
It can be seen that our Master Baggins was surprised, but facing the majestic vertical pupils of the silver-white king, he nodded nervously.
So they turned north and began to march towards the Woodland Kingdom.
Because of the leadership of the forest elves, the adventure team was able to move quickly through some unknown trails. They passed through a large fir tree and crossed endless oak trees. After walking for nearly a day, they came to a huge mountain range.
This is the Black Forest Mountains called Eminduil. A fast river winds down from the northern foot of the mountain, flows northward into the Jungle River, and flows into Esgaroth, also known as the Long Lake. town.
The palace of the woodland kingdom Thranduil is located in a huge cave surrounded by a dense forest river.
There are countless small caves in this huge cave, which extend underground in the distance. There are many passages and wide halls inside.
After entering the cave, you can see many winding tunnels lit with torches. These tunnels are not too deep and the air is relatively fresh. Thranduil's throne (a carved wooden chair) is located somewhere in the cave in a hall whose columns are carved from stone.
Obviously, Thranduil built this palace based on the appearance of Menegroth (meaning the Palace of Thousand Caves), the capital of the Kingdom of Doriath established by the Sindar elves in the First Era.
Considering that Thranduil lived in Doriath in his youth, this reminiscence is not surprising.
The main entrance to the palace is carved into a hillside covered with beech trees. This door is magical and once entered, no one can easily leave.
The Jungle River flows right in front of the door, and a long stone path connects the Elf King's palace to the Dark Jungle.
Woohoo~~
Seeing the return of their clansmen, the guards guarding such palaces immediately opened the main door to welcome their princes and distinguished guests.
The dwarves looked at this majestic underground palace with curiosity and scrutiny, and said with a little disgust: "Compared to the kingdom under the mountain, this palace of the Elf King is far behind."
"This palace was once one of the masterpieces of the dwarves. The elves asked the dwarves for help and then built this palace."
But in fact, we all know that this is simply impossible.
Because the architectural style here is completely different from the thick and majestic architectural style of the dwarves.
The architectural style here is more like that of elves.
Exquisite, complex, and integrated with nature.
However, Legolas and the others did not expose the ridiculous self-esteem of these arrogant dwarves, but warmly invited everyone to enter this exquisite underground palace.
Bang.
As everyone entered the sacred realm of the Woodland Kingdom, the magic door was closed, and a gleam of light flashed in Turka's amber-like vertical pupils.
I hope things don't turn out the way I imagined.
he thought.
Behind him, our Master Baggins looked around nervously and curiously, looking awkward and uneasy. One hand couldn't help but put it into his pocket, stroking the ring inside.
