Changhu Town.
People mostly stayed indoors.
Because there will be very cold winds blowing from the east and north at night. And with the departure of those dwarves, people's enthusiasm finally subsided a little.
Some people began to worry about the scene in Bard's mouth: the evil dragon was awakened, killed the dwarves, and then took revenge on Lake Town.
"Perhaps we are all confused by gold and silver. Going to challenge a giant dragon in the mountains is indeed not a wise decision!"
But some people said: "Haven't you lived a life of poverty enough? The mayor made so much money from trading with the elves in the forest, but he was only willing to give a small amount of remuneration! And he also had to rely on Alfred. The sycophants continue to exploit us! Look what we eat every day? Vegetable bran and stale fish! If God has a chance to free me from this life, even the dragon can't stop me!"
Of course, more people just hope that the dwarves did not wake up the evil dragon, or that the evil dragon left long ago, and then the dwarf king successfully regained their homeland. The glory of the kingdom under the mountain shines again on the people living on the lake.
If not, those dwarves can bring out some golden treasures.
It was at this moment that people heard a terrifying roar coming from the direction of Gushan, and their minds, which had been stunned by the illusory gold and silver, finally came to their senses.
People were huddled in their rooms in fear, or looking up to the north, and they were talking about it.
Suddenly, a red light suddenly lit up in the northern sky, and it disappeared briefly.
"Look!" someone said, "it's that light again! Last night our night watchmen saw that light shining from midnight to early morning. Something must be happening in the mountain."
"Perhaps the King under the Mountain is forging gold," said another. "He has been in the north for some time, and the contents of those songs are beginning to come true."
"Which king?" Another person said coldly, "That is most likely the flame sprayed by the evil dragon when it robbed. He is the only king under the mountain we know."
It's Bud.
He was the least hopeful of all the people about how things would turn out, and he was always worried and anxious.
"You crow's mouth!" Others retorted dissatisfiedly, "I know what you are thinking! You don't want us to live a good life! Either you are talking about dragon fire, or we are going to die, think of something that makes people happy. !”
At this time, a dazzling light suddenly appeared on the lower part of the hill, and the northern end of the lake was dyed golden.
"The King under the Mountain!" these ignorant people shouted, "His wealth is like the sun, his silver is like a fountain, and his river flows with gold! The river flows with gold that comes down from the mountain!" Many people followed after hearing this. After shouting, every household opened their windows and hurried out.
The town was once again a wave of excitement and enthusiasm.
"Dragon! It's a dragon!"
But Bud's expression changed and he ran to find the mayor. "The dragon must have awakened, otherwise I would be a fool!" he shouted. "Cut down the bridge! Take up arms! Take up arms!"
The mayor was indeed a little frightened. There were terrible roars and a series of fires. This was not a good thing.
"Maybe..." he said, "We don't need to think about things so badly." The mayor's fat face was sweating, and his small eyes were full of timidity and unwillingness. "Maybe people are right, this is just the king under the mountain turning on their forge!"
But this guy Bader kept pestering him, asking him to evacuate the people and then prepare for battle.
In the midst of a lawsuit.
Suddenly, someone else rushed over and reported to them: "A white light came from the south! Like lightning! Like an illusion! It flew over the east bank of the bridge! It passed in a flash! But many people saw it."
"That's not an hallucination!" Bard said in surprise, "Unless there's something wrong with your eyes! But obviously, looking at you, you're still very awake."
"What is that?" the mayor said sternly. At this moment, he began to regret why he had funded those dwarves. Isn't it good to just trade with the Elf King? You can still make money this way, and there are not so many risks.
"Maybe it's a ghost." Alfred, the flatterer, shivered and hid behind the mayor's thick body, like a frightened mouse. It seemed that any louder movement could scare him away, leaving his so-called master behind and running away.
At this time, the alarm horn suddenly sounded, echoing continuously among the rocks on the shore. The cheers stopped, and the excitement turned to fear in an instant.
Because the roar from the north has become more solid, and even the blindest guy can no longer lie to himself about that terrible beast's roar, saying that it is just the sound of wind blowing over rocks.
"Dragon! The dragon is coming!"
The residents of Changhu Town ran around in panic, and a few careless daredevils lost their balance and fell into the cold lake.
Turka tightened his grip on the long mane of the Holy Spirit, and one man and one horse turned into a silvery light, rushing through Esgaroth (Long Lake), through Raven Ridge, through the ruins of River Valley City, and finally At the most critical moment, we arrived at the dark gate of Gushan.
A giant creature with bat wings, four legs, horns on its head, and a tail like a cone rushed out from the depths of the mountain, furious and cursing.
"Those fools in Changhu Town actually dare to help you. I will burn them to death first, and then come back to torture you one by one! Just wait and see, dwarves! And you, thief! None of you can escape! Yes, I am fire, I am death! I am Smaug the tyrant!"
It turned out that just when Bilbo thought he could not escape death, the dwarves led by Thorin successfully saved him from the edge of death again.
They experienced a very heated argument at the door. Thorin, who finally refused to go down to save people, was told by Balin: "His name is Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins. He saved us more than once! He is our friend! So is The hero who discovered the secret door! Without him, we wouldn't even be able to see our former home! Now he is in danger, but we stand by and watch! Thorin, tell me, is this still the Thorin Oakenshield I know? Or the same one? Is the king worthy of the respect and love of all dwarves?" I was touched.
There was struggle in Thorin's eyes, which was the shadow in his heart. There is the power of the ring at work, but also anger at a feud and an obsession with the treasure in the mountain.
At the same time, there is also the fear of the evil dragon Smaug who destroyed the dwarves' hometown of Erebor.
But eventually.
"you're right!"
The dwarf king's eyes regained clarity, and the heroic spirit returned to him again: "If a hobbit can treat Smaug as nothing, why don't the dwarves dare?"
He pulled out the sword from his waist and rushed into the secret door: "This is the home of the dwarves! Fighting for your home is the right thing to do!"
Behind Thorin were the greatly encouraged dwarves such as Dwalin, Filikili, Beef Bombergrowin, and others.
Bahrain is the last one.
They took advantage of their familiarity with the environment and their size to scamper around the dwarf hall to attract Smaug's attention.
"Old reptile!" Thorin waved his dagger and taunted Smaug loudly on a high step: "You have become fat and dull! Wait, you beast! I One day I will cut off your head and melt it into a sculpture! I will spit on you a hundred times a day!"
Smaug was really angry.
Because in its view, dwarves are just snacks on its lips. Two hundred years ago, when it destroyed the kingdom under the mountain, it ate countless dwarf warriors, but now, even a little Thorin Oakenshield dared to act recklessly in front of him.
"Your grandfather, your father is not as tough as you!" Smaug twisted his big head, and a red light flashed in his abdomen. "When they escaped back then, they were in such a mess! Now, it's your turn, Thorin Oakenshield! I hope your flesh and bones and your bones are as tough as your mouth!"
As he spoke, an extremely hot dragon flame spurted out!
Thorin's eyelids twitched crazily. He jumped down the steps and fell into an ore truck in embarrassment.
Taking this opportunity, Bilbo quickly ran away from the dragon. He panicked and slid down a golden mountain with his heart beating wildly. When he fell to the bottom of the mountain, he touched a cold, big stone. Like a shining gem in a fist.
Bilbo's pupils shrank, and without thinking too much, he casually put it into the lining pocket of his clothes.
Filiqili, Bofur, and Noredori took advantage of Smaug's huge body and ran up and down the mountain paths and halls to delay time.
Balin and Oin used sulfur and charcoal in the dwarf's forge to create jars of bombs, which continuously exploded with shining lights on the dragon's body.
But none of them could cause any effective damage to Smaug, who had scales that were harder than fine steel.
"If this is your trick." Smaug spread its wings like a magnificent sculpture, looking down at everyone: "Then are you ready to die?"
"Don't look into its eyes!" Bilbo did not forget to remind the dwarves at this time. "It will make you hallucinate!"
But the dwarves were obviously more experienced in dealing with dragons than the hobbits. Without his reminder, everyone hid behind huge pillars.
Then the next moment, the monstrous dragon flames filled the entire forging hall like a flood.
It's really thanks to the fact that the dwarves have an advantage over humans and elves in fighting fire, otherwise Thorin's adventure would have ended here with this terrifying flame that almost melted the stones.
But even so, the adventure team's situation became more and more critical as time went by.
All their weapons and methods could not cause any harm to Smaug, and as long as Smaug's dragon flame touched them, they would leave this world forever.
This is an extremely unequal battle.
"Perhaps our journey really ends here!" Bilbo thought pessimistically. Their hair, beards, long hair on their feet, and leather coats were all burnt and curled, and there were many places on their faces, hands and feet. burn.
He even thought about using a magic ring to escape from this terrible place, but every time Bilbo looked at the dwarf's stubborn eyes and expression, he put down the ring in his hand.
"If they can risk their lives for a hobbit, how can I abandon them?"
In fact, Smaug could crush rocks into powder, whipping the walls with his huge tail and making them rumble until cracks opened and rubble fell from the cave ceiling.
But it was tired of playing hide-and-seek with a dozen dwarves in the dark palace of the dwarves deep in the mountains, and it thought of a better torturing idea.
"Do you think your adventure will succeed? Do you think old Smaug will give up his treasure? No, you are destined to fail, if not here, then far to the south!"
"A darkness has taken over the sky again, and humans, dwarves, and elves cannot resist it! But in order to let you experience the powerlessness of failure first, I decided to start with the merchants on the lake!"
Smaug fluttered his wings, abandoned the dwarf and the damn thief, and emerged from the mountain, ready to carry out his revenge.
Then Bilbo couldn't bear to cause trouble to the innocent residents of Long Lake Town, so he chased Bilbo out and saw a scene that made him scream with excitement.
"But you have to get through me first!"
The Silver King threw a meteor throw.
The Spear of Aegros turned into a stream of light, pierced the vast night, and went straight to Smaug's chest!
"No!"
Smaug's huge golden vertical pupils were almost stretched into a thin line, and he made the most embarrassing move in the history of the dragon clan. It turned sideways like a puppy, and the spear of Aeglos rubbed against its back and wings, sliding hard over.
The sharp spear blade cut through the dragon Smaug's scales, which were harder than fine steel, leaving a long scar on its body! Then disappeared into the vast mountains.
pity!
Turka's vertical pupils, which are N sizes too small, shrank.
It was true that the Spear of Aegros sliced through Smaug's scales, but due to the angle, it failed to cause fatal damage! This is trouble.
"Lord Turka!"
Bilbo shouted excitedly outside the dark gate, dancing happily, as if the blisters on his hands, feet, and face no longer hurt.
Smaug was horrified.
That stream of light was almost the most dangerous moment in its not-too-short life. At that moment, Smaug really felt that he was just one step away from death!
The King of Darkness is here!
Smaug didn't care about the new enemy. It didn't give Turka Aracano a second chance to strike. He kicked off his thick limbs, ignored the injuries on his back, flapped his huge wings, and the wind suddenly rose, following the trend. 's flew up.
"I've heard that name!"
The largest fire-breathing dragon in Middle-earth in the Third Age, the giant dragon Smaug roared angrily and screamed in fear while flying southward with all his strength: "Although old Smaug is lying on the dwarves' treasure pile, he has Many friends, or servants! They mentioned this name to old Smaug!"
"Curse you, curse this abominable name! Just a... what on earth are you? You don't have the smell of a human, nor are you an elf, you! You are more like us dragons! But how is that possible!"
"Sneak attack! Murder! You can only hide in the dark and throw elves' spears. You are a despicable and shameless guy. I will definitely kill you!"
Beneath the crazy Smaug, the Silver King and the Holy Spirit Nahal followed closely.
Turka shouted: "If you would stop, I would believe you!"
