Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1094 1076. Elf Troops
People were busy packing up their things because no one dared to live in this town anymore.

They were all terrified last night.

And even if people were not scared, the large areas of houses burned down in Changhu Town had in fact become uninhabitable.

Although Bard was overwhelmed, he successfully gathered the townspeople into a team with the help of Lan, and prepared to use the remaining boats in the town as a means of transportation to take the townspeople to the lake near Lonely Mountain.

Then we hiked to Dale City, which was destroyed by Smaug.

The sky was filled with dim sunlight, and the dark clouds made the weather not sunny today.

There was only a solitary mountain in the distance. Its towering snow-white top was illuminated golden by the sunlight due to its altitude.

With a distant sense of sacredness.

There are more floating ice in the waterway because the town lost many sluice gates used to hold back the floating ice due to yesterday's incident.

"Be careful."

Bud stood on the dock and waved, letting the ships pass by one by one.

Later, there were many people with their families or livestock queuing up, waiting to get on the boat.

But when Bud called on a townsman behind him to get on the boat, the man suddenly pointed in the direction of the shore of the broken bridge at the main entrance of Changhu Town and opened his mouth wide.

Bud didn't seem too nervous because the townspeople didn't look frightened. He just looked back in confusion.

What you see is a flash of golden light, an army wearing golden armor, in strict order, and silent!

In front of the army was a majestic stag with prominent horns. The stag's rider was wearing exquisite silver armor and a cloak with silver thread patterns.

That handsome figure is undoubtedly an elf.

"Keep on board, don't cut in line, we have enough boats."

Bud first greeted the queue, then turned around to look for someone.

When he reached the broken bridge at the gate of Changhu Town, he saw Lan and the two elves were already standing there, watching the army on the other side.

"Is this your father? The Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom?"

Lan crossed his arms and asked Legolas beside him with a look of amazement.

"Is there any explanation for this menacing situation?"

"I don't know." The Elf Prince shook his head. "Maybe my father is finally going to come out and wipe out the increasingly arrogant orcs?"

"Let's go over there and ask His Majesty in person."

Tauriel jumped to the other side of the broken bridge with ease, and Legolas followed.

The wound made by the Qilin last night was not very wide, only about three meters in length. After all, the size of the Qilin itself was not big compared to the monsters in the New World.

Moreover, the orcs were all wearing armor last night, and the three-meter-wide gap made it difficult for the orcs to jump over it naked without panicking. Moreover, they were all wearing armor last night.

Lan pushed Bud from behind, and then jumped over himself.

The wooden bridge creaked under Lan and Bud's feet, and soon they arrived in front of the army.

The two elves were four or five steps ahead of them, and were now bowing their heads in front of the tall stag, looking as if they were being scolded.

"You've really become very capable."

Thranduil's tone flowed out with an unhurried elegance, yet a sharp edge hidden in the cotton.

"Leaving the team without permission, and then chasing out of the country without permission, and fighting against the orcs without permission."

"I gave the order yesterday to block the border, but you guys slipped straight to Changhu Town."

Legolas looked indifferent to Thranduil's dangerous tone, but Tauriel could not be as indifferent as the prince.

"Your Majesty," the elf said solemnly. "The giant spiders in the Mirkwood continue to reproduce and invade the border. Now even the orcs have reappeared in an organized manner."

Thranduil's expression remained unchanged in the face of Tauriel's report.

"So what? You're the captain of the guard, it's your job to drive them away."

"But I rushed! Time and time again! Fighting hard alongside my colleagues, but in the end, it was all in vain!"

Tauriel spoke loudly.

"As long as the nests of those evil creatures are not cleared, they will continue to spawn! It's been less than two months since we last cleared out the nest of giant spiders, but now there are white spider webs everywhere in the country!"

"Their lair is outside our borders. It's none of my business."

Thranduil said this coldly, and this time even Legolas, who had been lowering his head, raised his head and looked at his father.

"None of our business?" Legolas repeated in disbelief.

Thranduil looked at his son and nodded.

"This is how the world goes up and down. Evil declines and then rises again. What's so strange about this? We just need to take care of ourselves."

"But are we not one of Arda? Shall we yield to evil?"

Faced with his son's questioning, Thranduil didn't know whether he was annoyed or speechless. In any case, he flicked his cloak and turned around with small steps.

"I don't want to talk to you any more, Legolas."

"I got some serious news from the orc's tongue, and I am going to block the border. Now you come back with me, and this matter ends here." "What about these people, Your Majesty?"

Among the two people who had been standing in the back without saying anything, Lan En suddenly raised his hand and shouted.

"These poor people in Changhu Town who were hit by the disaster have nothing to eat or drink, and they can't even get together a pair of warm clothes."

The Elf King reined in his mount at the unfamiliar sound. He turned around and tilted his head slightly to look at Lan En.

"I said, human. That's none of my business."

The stag's footsteps gradually approached, and Bud's throat rolled up and down, and he was obviously nervous. But Lan seemed very calm.

Thranduil lowered his head slightly from the stag's back, so that he could look Lan in the eye.

"It's none of your business," the witcher repeated with a smile, and raised his chin towards the army behind the Elf King.

During their long lives and military careers, the tacit understanding that is difficult for conventional armies to cultivate has become almost their basic configuration, and the movements of an entire team of elves are as if they were one.

Looking from the side, if you stand straight, you can only see the silhouette of an elf.

Lan actually had some information about this kind of elven army in Rivendell.

Collecting information about war and the army, and thinking divergently in the mind, is almost an instinctive activity for Space Marines.

"You didn't bring many people, only 520, but you brought a lot of baggage. Based on the consumption of the elves, these bags should be enough to supply 2,000 elves for five days, and enough for your current army to use for twenty days."

"It's a short march that only takes less than four days to go back and forth, but you actually prepared half a month's worth of supplies?"

"Your military style is very 'stable', Your Majesty?"

Thranduil did not respond to Lan's question, but just moved close to his face and looked at him carefully.

Then he suddenly pulled his forward body back.

"It seems that you not only look like an elf, but also possess considerable wisdom beneath this handsome face, Adanisir."

Lan raised an eyebrow, which in turn made Thranduil chuckle coldly.

"What? Do you think that my woodland kingdom is so exclusive that it cannot receive any news? Even if a person like you appears in Rivendell and has a close relationship with Radagast who lives in Mirkwood?"

After laughing, Thranduil raised his hand and waved it forward without looking back.

Then his army uniformly separated most of the baggage.

"This is for the refugees from Changhu Town. I can't give them a house to spend the winter, but I can provide them with enough food for a few days."

"Don't get me wrong, it's really ugly to see people starving to death. I don't want that kind of ugly thing to appear in the territory at that time."

Thranduil turned his gaze condescendingly to Bard and spoke.

"Here. Feed your people. Don't let them get so hungry that they run off into Mirkwood. It's a rough place now. People will die."

The Elf King's elegant tone and movement habits have been ingrained in his bones. Compared to him, Legolas seems very immature.

"Thank you for your support, Your Majesty! I am grateful!"

Bud said excitedly.

"But... well, they are not my people."

"Don't be silly now, Bard, descendant of Girion. Your ancestor was a man of vigor and determination, and I admire him very much. It's a pity that he died young under the dragon's fire."

Bard had nothing more to say and just looked at the food brought by the elves with excitement.

"Speaking of Dragonfire," Lann interrupted. "Yesterday, Thorin Oakenshield and his crew went to Lonely Mountain to find the Arkenstone, and then to gather the army and annihilate the dragon."

"May the dragon be satisfied after eating a bunch of dwarves." Thranduil still had that signature cold chuckle.

"The prophecy is clear. When the dwarves return to the Lonely Mountain, the dragon fire will burn again. Thorin Oakenshield cannot overcome the dragon sickness."

"So we're just going to let the evil dragon run rampant and continue killing and plundering?"

Lan En crossed his arms and spoke calmly.

But these words seemed to have ignited a painful point in the Elf King's heart. He lowered his head again and put his face close to Lan En.

"Don't tell me about evil dragons! And don't try to arouse my sympathy, Adanisir!"

The originally delicate skin on the Elf King's handsome and well-groomed face suddenly disappeared.

The left half of his face revealed its hideous truth. A few remaining muscle bundles were hanging under the skin. The corrosive scars spread all the way to the left forehead, and his left eye had turned a necrotic white.

"I have fought dragons before, in the War of the Last Alliance. I know the power and evil of these beasts better than anyone else. So."

"Don't even think about dragging my kingdom and my people into this quagmire!"

Bard, who was standing next to Lan, had never seen any magic in his life until last night.

He just happened to see the left side of Thranduil's face. At this time, the leader elected by Long Lake Town in the crisis was a little dumbfounded.

But Lan En remained calm.

"But the dragon's influence on this area, as well as the orcs and spiders that have become more active under its evil influence, can we avoid it, Your Majesty?"

(End of this chapter)