Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1080 1062. The Supreme

"We have found our master again, elf."

A hoarse and leaky voice echoed in the hall, with a hint of pride in the low voice.

In the Woodland Kingdom, buildings are closely connected to the giant trees that have grown in the dark forest for who knows how long.

The elves used their own artistic aesthetics to combine trees and rocks to build a winding and beautiful woodland kingdom.

Thranduil, the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom. This name means "exuberant spring" in Elvish.

So he would wear different crowns in different seasons.

It was autumn now, so on his soft, waist-length white hair he was wearing a crown woven from red pearl-like berries and branches.

An elf was escorting the captured orc, kneeling before the king and being questioned.

The orcs' words could not cause any psychological fluctuations to the elegant and delicate-looking elven king.

Although he was a 'relatively' young Elf King, he had seen a lot.

"This is the nature of evil." After the orcs' clamor, Thranduil paced as if explaining and spoke to the elven warriors who were suppressing the orcs.

"Because people are becoming more and more numb to evil, evil can always gather strength again in the open wilderness, right under people's noses. Until no one can control it anymore, then it will show up in the world and run rampant everywhere."

Thranduil's temperament and appearance are even more similar to those of his son Legolas.

At this moment, he was looking at the orc who was captured in his territory without any emotion, just like looking at an object.

According to the records reported by the patrol members, his son Legolas and the captain of the guard Tauriel, after handing the prisoner over to others, went to Long Lake Town on their own.

It is said that it is to 'curb the spread of evil'.

Thranduil knew very well that this was due to the young and energetic elves' dissatisfaction with his inaction during this period.

But this did not prevent him from being in a bad mood when facing the orc captives.

"It is not surprising that a bunch of you gutter rats can always find masters. It does not matter to me that a troll who can't even speak properly can become your master, orc."

Thranduil spoke slowly. The ugly and dirty face of the orc in front of him, and the jagged fangs that couldn't even close his mouth, had no effect on him.

"Tell me why you have invaded my territory. Tell me the truth, and you will be free."

It is a luxury to expect evil people to have backbone. At least this orc has no backbone or persistence.

After knowing that he might survive, he was not prepared to hide anything.

"We were chasing those dwarves, so we broke in."

"Don't be ambiguous!" Thranduil didn't need to speak this time. The elf warrior who forced the orcs to kneel was also experienced.

I immediately found the key point from the statement that seemed to be nothing wrong at first glance.

"What are those dwarves trying to do? What are their identities that made you send so many people and spend so much effort to hunt them down?"

The orc bared his jagged teeth, but finally spoke the truth.

"Thorin Oakenshield."

Thranduil had been standing nonchalantly behind the kneeling orc with his back to him, but at this moment he suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned to stare at him.

The orc had no eyes at the back of his head, so he continued talking.

"Thorin Oakenshield has organized an expedition to restore his country, but this dwarf beast will never be able to become king in his lifetime!"

"You mean the Lonely Mountain Kingdom? The King Under the Mountain?"

Thranduil asked softly.

"But there is no King Under the Mountain or the Lonely Mountain Kingdom anymore. As long as Smaug is still here, no one dares to get close to Elbor!"

"Hehe." The orc's unpleasant voice sounded like a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, and there was contempt in his tone. "You don't understand anything, elves!"

"The world will burn! Our time is back!"

"Do you really think that we will submit to him and accept him as our master just because we were beaten by some dumb ogre twice?"

A strange laugh broke out from the orc's mouth, and his body was shaking with excitement.

"My master serves the Supreme Being! Do you understand, elves? The flames of war will burn the whole world!"

Thranduil's face turned completely cold, and a bright blade gleamed from under his gorgeous robe.

The knife light passed through one side of the orc's neck very smoothly and stopped on the other side.

The elven warrior, who was grabbing the orc's scalp and forcing the orc to kneel, had no time to react before all that was left in his hands was the orc's head.

The body lay on the ground, its legs twitching like a fish that had been landed.

"Your Majesty, you said you would set him free."

The elf warrior said blankly.

"I let him go." The Elf King swung his knife in a beautiful flower and sheathed it. "I let his unfortunate head leave his dirty body and gain freedom."

Thranduil walked down from his throne without looking back, giving orders as he walked.

"Gather your men! Follow me to Changhu Town!"

Although his expression remained calm and stern, many elves who were familiar with Thranduil could tell that he was anxious.

This matter is different from the previous minor fights, and his son Legolas is still in Lake Town!
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"There's no other way!" Bard was still explaining to Dwalin, "I can get these weapons. The real military weapons are in the mayor's armory and will not be open to anyone, understand? He has always been on guard against us townspeople!" "It's great that I can modify these in secret!"

Dwalin is a sturdy dwarf with a bald head but lush hair on the rest of his body. He is a veteran warrior in the dwarf squad and has been a member of the dwarf army since the Lonely Mountain period.

"Then you might as well just let us die!"

He smashed the harpoon in his hand again in annoyance.

It was already past noon outside, and the much larger sun was casting golden light on the Long Lake.

The large pieces of ice in the waterway became rounded at the edges and reflected the sunlight, making the waves sparkle.

There were many small boats in the waterway, and the sides of the boats and the buildings of Changhu Town made slight wooden collision sounds as they were pushed by the small waves.

"The only thing that has fighting equipment is in the mayor's armory?"

Thorin stood up and stared at Bard for confirmation.

"Then let's go find the armory. Let's steal a batch! No matter what, the Day of Turin is just around the corner! We must be there before the Day of Turin!"

"You? Stealing weapons? The fourteen of you don't even have ten pounds of iron on you, no weapons or armor. Do you want to take the risk when the guards might find you at any time?"

Bard had no idea why these dwarves were in such a hurry.

"Well, don't worry so much, Thorin."

Lan waved his hand at the dwarves to stop their impulsive thoughts.

"If you need weapons and supplies, I may be able to help you when I go to see the mayor later."

The witcher stroked his chin and spoke thoughtfully.

"Can you really do it?" Bud looked at Lann uncertainly, "The mayor doesn't trust anyone except himself."

"It's hard to say, but we have to go see him and explain the orcs to him."

Afterwards, Bard and Lan told the dwarves not to go out for the time being and to stay with the fluff ball and the children.

When Bard smuggled the dwarves into Long Lake Town, many townspeople had already seen it, which led to a lot of whispers in Long Lake Town.

The residents of Changhu Town have a hard time living, and in front of the mayor's mansion in the town, there is a tall statue that is completely useless but made of solid and expensive materials.

Bard seemed to be a prestigious person who was supported by the people. When he and Lan walked on the narrow and slippery wooden plank road in Long Lake Town, people would always greet him first, or at least nod in greeting, and then look at the witcher with curiosity and amazement.

It didn't take Lan En long to figure out why the mayor of Changhu Town was targeting him.

The mayor obviously didn't want to see his position unstable, after all, the townspeople seemed to have a lot of complaints about him.

But on the way to the mayor's mansion with Bud, Lan's keen hearing always heard the people enthusiastically mentioning a poem or a prophecy in their casual conversation.

"The Lord of Silver Springs, the King of Stone Carvings. The King under the Mountain will return to the throne."

Bud also heard these poems that were constantly repeated by the people, but he frowned, as if he had thought of something but could not remember it completely.

But before Bud or Lan could finish listening to the poem, they had already arrived in front of the mayor's residence.

This is a rare building in Changhu Town that is constructed with bricks, stones and sandstone.

There were two guards standing at the door, but Lan En looked around and determined that there was at least a guard lounge nearby.

Whenever something happens at the door, a team of guards will rush out in less than half a minute.

"You're not going to knock them out again, are you?"

Bud asked cautiously in a low voice as he led Lan closer.

Lan En curled his lips.

"Come on, Master Bud. Do I look fierce and brainless?"

He came to ask the mayor to strengthen the town's defenses, not to personally tear down the town's defenses.

And excluding violent means, his ability to get things done is not bad, okay?

Bud felt uneasy, but as things had come to this point, he had no choice but to walk ahead of Lan.

If killing him hadn't caused public outcry, Bud had no doubt that the mayor would have taken action against him long ago.

Exile or execution.

And now, for the sake of Changhu Town, he had to come and see him.

Sure enough, the guard at the door knew Bud. When he saw Bud walking towards the mayor's residence, he was shocked at first, and then he clenched his spear.

Bud opened his mouth, but before he could speak.

Lan En, who was behind him, took a step forward and stood in front of him.

And as if unintentionally, he lifted his hair that looked like melted silver and buried his ears in the silver hair.

The demon hunter looked indifferent and calm, and took the lead.

"Is this the mayor's residence? Where is your mayor?"

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The guard at the door who was about to come up and question Bud was now completely defeated.

(End of this chapter)