Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1103 1085. Pile Damage

"Bang!!!"

There was a loud bang, mixed with angry and sharp roars.

The main gate of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, a gate that has never been opened since it was suddenly breached by Smaug.

The dwarves' architectural and aesthetic standards made this huge stone gate, which was built against the mountain, angular, heavy and solid, with the regular beauty of geometric shapes.

The two armed dwarf warrior statues on the left and right, which are the same height as the gate, are not only decorations, but also further strengthen the force feedback of the gate in terms of architectural structure.

But today, the heavy and tall stone door was blown apart from the inside out!

Smaug's wing claws smashed on it, the momentum of his own momentum, the weight and strength of the dragon, and the weight of the gold stained in the golden pool.
This stone door can't withstand any attack at all!

The golden dragon, covered in dazzling glory, gasped and rushed out of the lonely mountain, with rubble and debris bursting out like raindrops.

After staggering a few steps on the ground, Smaug spread out his golden wings and flapped towards the sky!

The huge wind pressure was enough to blow away half a meter of sand and dust within a radius of thirty meters, even though the surrounding ground was bare soil and rocks. However, the flapping of Smaug's wings when he took off still managed to blow away the hard mountain ground, creating a layer of sand and dust half a meter thick within a radius of thirty meters!
It will be over only when the large rocks that make up the mountain are exposed!

The evil dragon soared into the sky due to the powerful wind pressure.

When it flies in the sky, it folds its wings and rotates its whole body, then spreads its wings again when the speed is fastest to gain lift.

During this rotation process, a layer of gold on its surface that was still in a high-temperature liquid state was thrown away by centrifugal force.

Looking down, in the deep night, a ball of golden mist exploded from Smaug's body almost at the moment of spinning, and his huge body, which was so dazzling that it was blinding, returned to its original reddish-brown skin.

After being thrown away, the liquid gold solidified into droplet-shaped gold beads in the cold wind.

They fell from the sky like bullets, crackling and hitting the ground.

Gold is too heavy. If one ton of gold is melted into a cube, its side length will only be about 37 centimeters.

About the size of a computer case.

And if a layer of golden light was applied to Smaug's huge body, turning him into a brilliant golden dragon, the weight would have to be at least a hundred tons!
Even after his chest was nearly crushed by the hot liquid gold, Smaug still managed to take off with at least hundreds of tons of extra weight on his body!

After the dragon had flown a long way, Bilbo, the Ball of Flannel and the dwarves finally reached the broken gate of the Lonely Mountain.

"What did we do?"

Bilbo was stunned and muttered to himself as he watched the dragon fly straight to Lake Town.
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From Bilbo's point of view, although Lake Town was badly damaged in the orc invasion last night, they looked back on their way to the Lonely Mountain.

The residents of Changhu Town did indeed begin to move out of the town like ants migrating, heading towards the abandoned ruins of River Valley City.

But it’s impossible to finish the journey in one day, right?

The damage to the town was not small, but who would be willing to leave their property behind?

Hundreds of people in Long Lake Town packed up and moved everything within three days, which Bilbo thought was quite fast.

And what if it's finished moving?

This area was gradually abandoned due to the threat of Smaug, and today there are only a few places where people can live.

The abandoned Lonely Mountain, the abandoned ruins of River Valley City, and Changhu Town are gone.

Smaug had just run out of Lonely Mountain in a rage and frustration, and when he arrived at Lake-town he saw no one there. The dragon was not stupid, so he naturally knew that there was only one place left for the townspeople to go.

In any case, Bilbo felt a sense of guilt for doing something that involved others, and the pain that it caused.

But what this Hobbit who ventured out of the Shire didn't know was that -

There are indeed people in Lake Town now, and this group of people is ready to take this opportunity to kill Smaug directly.

With Lan's overall planning as the main focus, Bud contributed his trust and prestige among the citizens of Changhu Town.

The combination of the two results in super high efficiency.

Counting the search and rescue and calm time throughout the morning, the hundreds of people in Changhu Town had all been evacuated by dusk.

Such efficiency was so baffling that even Bard felt confused, not to mention Bilbo, a hobbit from Hobbiton in the Shire.

But Lan had thought of every step. After the direction of the plan was formulated, the witcher worked with the biological intelligence in his mind to develop many guidelines to address various details and omissions.

So when transferring the population, Bud felt that every action was as smooth as flowing water.

If any problem occurred during the process and caused the team to come to a standstill, Lan En would immediately appear from the side and solve the problem as if he had been prepared, and then the team would continue to move forward.

Even the Elf King Thranduil was impressed by this ability in overall planning and command.

He could actually do this in his own kingdom, but the basis of this situation was that the elves in the Woodland Kingdom had basically lived under his governance for at least thousands of years.

Rather than being an ability to make overall plans, it is more likely to be the combined effect of the tacit understanding accumulated over a long period of time and the elves' sky-high average quality.

In short, it took them less than an afternoon to completely evacuate the residents of Changhu Town from this small town built on a huge rock in the middle of the lake.

Only Bard, who wielded the black arrow, Thranduil, twenty elite elven archers, and Lan were left. Thranduil had no intention of letting himself and his warriors fire the black arrow.

In his words: The elves have always had trouble using the dwarves' creations.

The same goes for Black Arrow and Wind Crossbow.

And in Thranduil's eyes, Bard's archery skills were quite good, not much different from his elite archers.

Because of Bard's own abilities, family feuds, and his sense of responsibility towards the people of Lake Town, Thranduil felt at ease leaving the Black Arrow in Bard's hands so that he could make the best use of it.

As dusk approached, Lan and Bud walked together on the trail in Changhu Town, which was dilapidated but still had some intact houses.

They had to light lamps in every house, or add lamp oil, so that the town would look lively at first glance from a high altitude.

Bud had just poured a small dish of lamp oil from the oil can, then lit the wick on the dish and hung it in the glass lampshade.

He looked up and could just see the snow-capped mountains in the distance, glittering in the golden sunlight of the evening, through the damaged building in front of him.

There was no movement there for the time being, but Bud was already starting to feel uneasy.

No matter how you analyze it, facing Smaug is an inevitable situation.

However, the sense of luck that all living things have keeps popping up.

Maybe it's not that bad, maybe the dragon is still sleeping, maybe the dragon just went out to have a feast.
But in the end, Bud had to face reality and sigh.

"Take this."

As he sighed, a greeting came from Bud's side.

Bud came to his senses and raised his hand to catch the small bottle that Lan threw to him across the waterway.

It was a specially made thickened glass bottle containing a liquid as thick as oil.

"what is this?"

Bud looked at the small bottle and asked.

On the opposite side of the waterway, Lan En just lit a candle and placed it on the candlestick.

"【High-grade Dragon Oil】 is a targeted poison that I often apply to weapons when facing dragon beasts. Although I have never used it on a dragon like Smaug, even if it lacks specificity, its toxicity is strong enough."

The witcher fixed the candlestick in place and turned to look at the human archer.

At the same time, demonstrate the smearing action on your hands.

"Smear it on your arrows. I'm a monster hunter. Although I haven't dealt with this kind of dragon, it's always a good idea to deal more damage, right?"

Bard didn't know what a 'dragon beast' was, he only knew the evil dragon Smaug, but he agreed with Lan's logic.

Since we have to fight Smaug, we have to use all the means at our disposal.

"Anything else?" Bard waved the special glass bottle in his hand at Lan. "The black arrows are long and big. Wouldn't it be better to get more? I heard that you wizards have a lot of strange things in your hands. Why don't you just take them out this time?"

Lan, who was originally working on a lamp, raised his eyebrows, and without bothering to correct the misleading name given to Bard by the dwarves, he reached into the alchemical leather bag at his waist and rummaged around again.

He then threw several small triangles wrapped in oil paper to Bud across the waterway.

Bud caught them all quickly.

“【Bulk gold resin】.”

Lan En used a non-physical performance to show Bud how to use it.

"Just tear a hole in the oil paper and rub it on your weapon. That will make your weapon emit golden lightning temporarily, but the golden lightning will not last long, at most half a minute, so you have to seize the opportunity."

"There is a kind of dragon that is very afraid of this golden lightning, but I still say that I don't know how it will react to Smaug."

"Thanks."

Bard solemnly placed the [Advanced Dragon Oil] and [Bulk Golden Resin] into the inner pocket of his old leather windbreaker, and after taking his hand out, he pressed the inner pocket hard.

"By the way, where are the elves?"

Bud also began to light fires and glass lanterns along the road again, and he suddenly spoke to Lan.

"Don't worry, I have given them everything I should have. The [High-Grade Dragon Oil] is enough to coat the arrowheads of all twenty-one of them."

As Lan En spoke, he shook the oil bottle in his hand to check how much lamp oil was left in it.

“[Golden Resin] is not much, but I gave them additional support.”

[Golden Resin] was a souvenir that Flannel Ball brought with him when he left the Flame World. There weren't many of them to begin with. They were all taken from Lothric, who was originally the Dragon Hunting Kingdom.

(End of this chapter)