Third Age, 2941.
September.
The people in Changhu Town only saw a strong wind blowing from the north first. This wind roared past like thunder, causing the calm lake water to ripple and make large houses clang.
There were also waves of terrifying roars of wild animals in the wind, which made people jump with fear and panic.
Immediately afterwards, a huge golden and red figure passed through the sky, carrying incomparable oppression, roaring towards the south. The hurricane even blew down the tallest house in the market.
"Dragon! It's a dragon!"
Countless people were like frightened rabbits, running around in terror. Changhu Town suddenly turned into a mess.
"No!" The greedy and cowardly mayor screamed like a dead mother, because that house belonged to him.
Bard also looked at the terrifying figure retreating in shock, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Later, according to the testimony of some guards, it was said that just as the dragon Smaug passed over Changhu Town, a bolt of silver lightning also flew past the east bank of the wooden bridge.
The speed of the two is almost the same.
This made Bard and the people of Long Lake Town even more confused. They didn't know what was going on, and out of fear of the dragon, they didn't dare to go out of their homes for many days, lest they suddenly encountered a fire-breathing creature with teeth and claws. Behemoth.
"Maybe we should wait and see what happens." Bud also changed his tune and said.
But many days later, it was quiet near Esgaros. Apart from the breathing north wind and the increasingly cold lake water, there was not even a shadow of the giant dragon.
Some bravely walked out of the house, walked around for a while, and came back safe and sound.
So, everyone was sure that the dragon was really gone.
At this time, some people said that maybe the silver lightning was the incarnation of Oromi in the human world. He was riding the Holy Spirit to defeat the evil dragon in the mountains.
But Bard felt that if anyone really dared to face the dragon, it would be no one except the legendary hero in the north.
"If it's really the Silver King, then maybe we won't have to worry about evil dragons in the future!" The people became excited again after hearing Bard's conjecture.
They sang a ballad from faraway Rohan, praising the dragonborn's return. Just like the songs they sang in praise of the King under the Mountain.
After they finally finished celebrating, a discordant voice sounded.
"Perhaps that thing is indeed that noble Lord! But isn't it more important for us to go to the dwarves to ask for compensation?" Alfred, the flatterer, stood up. He encouraged and publicized in the crowd, trying to awaken people's respect for the mountains. The desire for gold.
"The dwarves promised to share the treasures of the mountain with us! Now that the dragon is gone, it's time for the king of the mountain to fulfill his oath! And don't forget, Smaug also blew down our house. Isn't it theirs? Are they at fault? It was they who awakened the evil dragon, and they caused us to suffer huge losses!"
Many people were bewitched by him and thought he was right. Now that the King under the Mountain had taken back his kingdom, it might be time to fulfill his promise.
They were bustling and excited, shouting slogans asking the king under the mountain to compensate, and marched towards the lonely mountain.
Bud tried to dissuade him, but his words were no match for gold, so no one listened to him.
So he went to Alfred, the mayor and toady behind the scenes, and said: "Dwarves are notoriously greedy and stubborn. You actually want to take away part of their treasures that cost more than your life. This will trigger a conflict between the two parties." .”
"Didn't the mayor warmly entertain them and support them when they were at their lowest? Didn't they promise in the mayor's hall that if they regained their home in the mountains, they would share their treasures with us? "?" Alfred jumped up and down like a big mouse, which was annoying. "We're just asking them to fulfill their promise. Tell me, Crow Mouth, are we wrong?"
"No." Bud sighed: "But can things just be right and wrong?"
But no matter it was the mayor who provoked the trouble - his big house was destroyed, the people who were eager to get some degree of compensation and were dazzled by the fantasy of gold and silver refused to listen to his persuasion.
As a result, the archer became very pessimistic because he had a premonition that many people who had gone there would not be able to come back.
The chase between the dragon Smaug and the Silver King even alarmed Thranduil in Mirkwood.
The Elf King stood on a high hill and looked into the distance.
But he only saw two figures in the distant sky, one red and one white, flying away like thunder and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
After another long while, the rumbling wind roared past the edge of the forest, past the quiet forest river, and then through the Black Forest Mountains, blowing towards Beorn's hut until it was blocked by the towering misty mountains. , and then stopped.
Beorn, the skin-changer, came out of his hut and looked into the distance in surprise.
"What an ominous evil wind, maybe I should go take a look and see what those dwarves did to my pony?" Beorn thought of his friends and felt that he had an obligation to ask.
So the skin-changer jumped up, magically stretching, expanding, and deforming in mid-air. After landing, a huge black bear weighing several tons appeared.
The big bear roared and ran towards the black forest.
This evil wind also alarmed Galadriel and Celeborn in the Golden Forest, who looked to the south worriedly. I can't tell who will stand at the end of this battle.
At the same time, Thranduil was also thinking quickly: The evil dragon is gone, and the silver king is not here either. Maybe this is a good opportunity?
The Elf King had always had poor feelings towards the dwarves. There were many frictions and grievances between the two clans, and Thorin even cursed him in his palace. He also stole his wine barrel, escaped through the secret passage, and slapped Thranduil hard in the face.
Plus.
At this time, he had already learned that Legolas and Tauriel ran out of the forest alone and disappeared without a trace. Out of concern for the only heir, the Elf King finally organized a 2,000-man army and headed for the Lonely Mountain.
So, fate has broken out as promised.
As for whether the results are still familiar to us, please let us continue to read.
Turka didn’t know yet that although Smaug didn’t die in Long Lake, what was supposed to come had still come. One person and one horse turned into a ray of light, chasing after the giant dragon in the sky, speeding towards the south.
"Aloof Smaug! What are you afraid of!" Turka shouted, his voice piercing the howling wind and reaching Smaug's ears in the sky: "I am unarmed now, why don't we stop and let's talk? "
Smaug was furious.
In fact, since both parties are of the "dragon" species, neither Old Smaug's flames nor Turka Aracano's magical voice have any effect on each other——
Smaug tried, but when he dropped a mouthful of phlegm from the sky...a mouthful of dragon flames, except for making the holy light of Valinor in the Holy Spirit Nahal more brilliant and unsightly, it did not achieve what it deserved. Effect.
On the contrary, with the help of the Holy Spirit Nahal, Turka had the advantage in numbers,
If Old Smaug really comes down, there's no telling who will win.
Not to mention, Smaug's back was opened by the Silver King with a long gash. Although it was not fatal, the boiling dragon blood in his body was constantly draining away, which made the cunning dragon even more afraid to tangle with it. .
"Despicable villain!" Smaug shook his huge wings in embarrassment and cursed crazily, threatening insidiously: "You first attacked old Smaug sneakily, and then relied on the number of people! Wait, wait. I have healed my wounds, and I will let you taste the wrath of the dragon Smaug! Annuminas will be burned! The elven harbor (which refers to the Gray Harbor) will be burned! The forest will burst into flames, the river will boil and disappear, and the people will disappear. Wail and scream, but you can’t escape death!”
"You don't have this chance." Turka said solemnly.
But in fact, both Nahar and Turka understood that if the giant dragon in the sky was allowed to escape, the terrifying scene it said might actually become a reality.
Because this is Smaug!
As the largest evil dragon in the Third Age of Middle-earth, it is fully capable of making the entire race of Middle-earth pay a huge price for its evil and violence.
This is one of the reasons why many people were initially reluctant to allow Thorin's adventuring party to anger the dragon Smaug.
From a third-party perspective, it is too crazy to anger a big guy with a natural disaster level for the sake of the dwarves' selfish interests! But from the perspective of the dwarves, regaining their former homeland is a sacred and inevitable decision, and no one can blame them!
only.
That fateful throw only scratched Smaug!
Looking at Smaug in the sky, who was desperately shaking his wings, Turka lamented, it turns out that the plan is up to man, and the success is up to heaven! At this point, Smaug cannot be given a chance to recuperate or recuperate, otherwise no one will be able to control the dragon's disaster.
However, he does not have no chance of winning.
Although the wound was not fatal, Smaug would definitely not be able to bear it for a long time. Now, it depends on who can't hold on first.
"Master Hal, the next step is up to you." Turka said.
The Holy Spirit was full of fighting spirit and said: "Over the years, the rules of Arda have made my strength weaker and weaker! But if I run against the wind on the earth, I will not lose to the winged guy in the sky! Come on, come on , let us see who is the king of speed in Middle-earth! Witness Vera!"
With it the name of the Mighty One was called. Suddenly, a breeze blew up from the ground. The wind was as thin as silk at first, then gradually became stronger, until it turned into a refreshing and gentle breeze.
The Holy Spirit, Hal, is running in this wind, and his snow-white hair on his temples is undulating like silk and satin, which is extremely magnificent.
But this wind will not cause any hindrance to it. On the contrary, with the sudden breeze, the earth becomes solid.
The originally uneven and soft earth became smooth and hard, and Nahal's golden horse's hooves stepped on it as comfortably as walking on the land of Aman.
The branches and low bushes on the roadside avoided the Holy Spirit, who was as white as snow;
ah.
Manwë and Yavanna responded to the Holy Spirit Nahar, and the breath of Arda and the earth were the first to witness its heroic appearance.
"Praise the King of the Sky! Praise the Mother Earth!"
Nahal became more and more excited. He raised his huge hooves, and almost every step he took seemed to be running on the clouds!
Smaug in the sky was even more frightened.
Because as the holy light of Valinor on the Holy Spirit on the earth becomes more and more dazzling, it can feel that the heaven and earth are filled with a strange power, and the wind becomes unfavorable to it.
"Those who run on the ground are always meaner than those who fly in the sky!" Smaug roared uneasily, flapped his huge wings, and hurricanes exploded in the sky like thunder.
"King of Speed? That's a nice title! But that belongs to Smaug!"
The three of them quickly passed through the vast Rovanian Wasteland, leaving Changhu Town, Lonely Mountain, and even Running River behind. Plunging into the inner sea of Loen!
Looking at the vast lake that looked like a silver mirror, the Holy Spirit, Hal, ran faster.
It shouted loudly: "ealw?ter-fréa Ancalima!" (Lord of the waters, bless me)
As a result, the big lake became calm, and the water surface reflected the purest starlight.
A force comes here.
Behold, Ulmo also cast his majestic gaze on the Holy Spirit Nahar and the Silver King.
嘘嘚嘚.
Every step Nahal stepped on it was like stepping on the ground; its eyes began to glow with holy white light, and the light of Valinor on its body was as rich as a small sun.
People near Dovinion (a plain area near the mouth of the River Run and on the northwest coast of the Inland Sea of Rhun, which is famous for its high-quality strong wine) were shocked to see that as a hurricane passed through, the Inland Sea of Rhun A dazzling sun actually rose and headed straight to the east.
"No, you cheated!"
Smaug yelled crazily, almost fainting from anger. The poisonous blood on its back dripped down its belly and into the Loen Inland Sea below, causing large numbers of fish, shrimps and crabs to die from poisoning.
The giant dragon turned southwest again, heading towards the Ash Mountains!
This time the wind was in his favor, and Smaug flapped his wings, almost blowing away the clouds in the sky.
Nahal and Turka were chasing after him.
They passed through the inner sea of Rune, crossed the wilderness and streams, followed the dragon Smaug, and plunged into the towering and lonely Ash Mountains!
Looking at the endless bald ridges of the remaining peaks as white as ashes, Nahar was not to be outdone. It shouted: "O creator of the mountains, please protect me from tripping over the stones under my feet!"
Aul? responded to it.
The rugged mountains became flat, and the rolling stones rolled away from it but could not harm it. A passage appeared in front of the Holy Spirit Nahar and the Silver King.
And as Turka and Nahar entered the dark Ash Mountains, the surroundings became darker and darker.
But at this moment, a strong wind blew away the clouds in the sky, and the stars in the sky emitted dazzling and bright light, illuminating the way forward for one person and one horse.
At this time, even Turka couldn't help but said loudly: "Praise the Queen of Stars! Praise Elberis!"
"No!"
The dragon's heart almost jumped out of his chest in fear: "This is not fair!"
It has vaguely felt that it is not just competing with the person and horse below. Instead, he is fighting against those mighty ones in the West who should only exist in legends and epics!
"You cheated! I don't accept it!!"
But this speed race that is destined to be sung for eternity is far from coming to an end, as more and more powerful people focus their sacred eyes on Middle-earth.
Sauron, who transformed into Orlandil, almost fell down in front of the gates of Minas Tirith!
He trembled and looked to the east. There, a hurricane is taking shape.
And the sky is filled with divine eyes.
"How can this be!"
at the same time.
A distant dark continent.
An evil will also shuddered suddenly.
A trace of fear flashed across those eyes that were filled with unspeakable viciousness, cunning, insidiousness, cruelty, cruelty, cruelty, and all the horrible words you can imagine in the world.
"This is really amazing... He is indeed the Son of Destiny... Yi Ru really loves him... Those guys actually helped him without any shame! Helping a mere mortal!! All the Valar have indeed fallen. Got it!!!”
"Poor little reptile, if you mess with someone, go mess with him."
