Smaug's huge body landed on an abandoned bell tower outside the church. His claw-like limbs clung to the cold rock. The ferocious dragon head covered with thorns was aimed at the orcs below, and he opened his mouth and said: A waterfall of blazing dragon flames.
Countless orcs were instantly ignited, and the entire street was turned into a sea of flames.
Almost all the orcs in the streets in other directions dropped their weapons and ran away. No one dared to face the giant dragon and the silver-white king.
Because they all know that mortal weapons are ineffective against dragons.
and.
The next moment, another torrent of flames poured down.
As a result, countless orcs were killed, and the disgusting smell of the scene and the scorching heat made the surroundings of the church look like hell.
This greatly shocked the surrounding elves.
The Elf King even felt the looming pain on his face.
But the silver-white king and the dragon did not stop here, nor did they say hello to the elves. After resolving the siege of the Elf King and Legolas, the dragon immediately fluttered its wings and flew towards Raven Ridge, one man and one dragon. go.
There, there is another scourge to be solved.
In fact, when Turka Aracano returned from the east with the power of the dragon, Bolger was instantly frightened. When the destructive dragon flames fell from the sky and destroyed its long-planned plan, its first reaction was to turn around and run away without even thinking about it!
"Silver King + Giant Dragon, Lord of Darkness, are you sure you are not playing tricks on me!"
This beast was even more cunning, and its strength was far inferior to that of the previous pale orc. It was so frightened that it mounted a huge warg that had been prepared and fled down Raven Hill.
But Turka's eyes were sharp, and he saw the pale figure that should have been finished very far away.
So he drove the dragon and attacked Bolger who was fleeing in embarrassment.
Smaug seemed to know the grudge between Turka and Bolger. It stared at the poor orc commander below and sprayed out a mouthful of dragon flame.
Bolger had already been aware of the terrifying evil wind coming from the sky. At the critical moment, the cunning half-orc jumped off the warg and rolled on the ground in embarrassment. Only then did he escape the dragon flames. Physical suffering.
However, its personal guards and the surrounding orcs were not so lucky.
A large number of orcs and wargs, accompanied by the most terrifying flames in the world, directly turned into balls of fire, until they melted into a puddle of foul-smelling mud.
Looking at this horrific scene, Bolger broke into a cold sweat.
But Bolger's luck ended there.
"You disgusting creature, I should have killed you long ago in Mislond."
A voice came from the sky, the sound of the silver-white king commanding wind and thunder, fell from the sky and fell in front of him!
"No!"
Looking at the tall figure that had almost become the nightmare of all the evil creatures in Middle-earth, Bolger got up from the ground with fear, and slammed the silver king with the warhammer in his hand.
"Stop."
Turka Aracano said, majestic and undeniable, a pair of golden vertical pupils like a giant dragon glowing faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Bolger was in a trance for a while, and the war hammer in his hand stopped inexplicably.
It wasn't until the cold blade passed across Bolger's neck that the cunning and sinister villain woke up, but it was too late. The pale orc's vision went dark, and the fire of life quickly disappeared from it.
It turned out that while Turka was controlling Bolger with the voice of magic, he picked up a scimitar on the ground, walked up to it, and beheaded him with one knife.
Bolger's death symbolizes the end of this war involving dragons, dwarves, elves, humans, and orcs.
Looking at the orcs driven all over the mountain by Smaug and the blazing battlefield, Turka had to say that he had a feeling of: "That's it?"
Indeed, as time passed, except for those powerful ones who could not escape, almost no one in Middle-earth could stand a fight with Turka. Even the Balrog, which he had been afraid of in the past, Turka felt that he could fight it now.
Then Turka felt a little complacency and pride in his heart.
However, he quickly swallowed up his inner pride. Because he remembered Manwë's warning.
south.
shadow.
Is it Sauron?
Or is it really Morgoth who has returned?
Thinking like this, Turka felt a shadow in his heart, and he called out the Holy Spirit Nahal.
A white light stopped in front of him.
Turka rode on the Holy Spirit from the Blessed Land and headed straight for the tall mountain.
Old Smaug, on the other hand, vented his inner depression at those hateful Orcs. For a time, the entire valley was filled with the screams of the Orcs. The valley was blazing with fire, and a large amount of steam and darkness shot into the sky.
The remaining dwarves embraced Dain II and gathered in front of the gate of Erebor in fear, clutching their weapons tightly.
Balin, Duwalin, Filikili, and Bofurbomber all gathered on the high wall, looking at the tragic situation in the valley with dry mouths, feeling happy and afraid.
"we won?"
Bilbo felt that everything was so unreal, like a dream.
In the sky, Old Smaug was constantly chasing those ferocious (?) orcs. The valley in front of the Lonely Mountain and the mountain range to the west were blazing with fire, and countless orcs screamed and turned into ashes.
The roar of the dragon and the screams of the orcs are like a piece of music from hell, which makes people feel chilled in their hearts.
Later dwarves used many poems to describe this war and the ferocity of the dragon Smaug. Almost all the dwarves living in the Lonely Mountain have never forgotten the majesty (cruelty) of dragons.
"Smaug has become better?" Bilbo asked stupidly: "Or does he plan to kill the orcs first and then eat us?"
Thorin looked at all this with a complicated expression and remained silent.
"Thorin."
A bolt of lightning as white as snow floated in from the mouth of the valley and suddenly stopped in front of the dwarf.
It is the Silver King.
Filikili, Bofurbomber, Gloin, and Noredori all cheered. "We won! It's Lord Turka! He conquered the dragon!" Everyone in the adventure team shouted.
Looking at that familiar figure, Bahrain finally showed a relieved smile on his old face.
"Salute to you!"
Hearing this thundering name, Dain II couldn't help but push aside the surrounding guards and walked out. "Your legend is still sung even in the distant Iron Hills." The lord of the Iron Hills saluted the silver-white king with his chest caressed: "The great Lor Odgon."
"Dane II?"
Seeing the dwarf's braided beard and eyebrows that were quite similar to Thorin's, Turka was thoughtful.
"The dwarves of the Iron Hills are willing to serve you, my lord!" Dain was shocked by the sacred light of Valinor in the Holy Spirit - the blessing of Aulë still stayed on Nahal, and the power of the dwarf creator made him The dwarves present felt inexplicably warm and frightened.
So everyone lowered their heads and put down their weapons.
