Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1104 1086. The dragon is coming!

Lan En learned about the form of [Bulk Golden Resin] during his conversation with Lorenzo. After returning to the Magical Middle Ages, he manually divided several whole packages of [Golden Resin] into small oilcloth-wrapped bulk packages.

It is easier and quicker to use, but lasts for a shorter time.

Alas, Lao Luo is good in every way except that he doesn’t know how to behave as a human being.

No wonder he had all the skills, was reliable and had a strong sense of responsibility, but in the end he had to rely on the previous leader of the Knights of Lothric to die in the rebellion, and he was forced to take the position urgently.

The souvenirs were collected by Flannel Ball himself, and he didn't even mean to give them as gifts.

There were not many [Golden Resin] that could produce golden thunder, so Lan En could only give all the [Advanced North Wind] alchemical bombs he had to the elven archers.

Ever since he pieced together most of the alchemical formulas treasured by the demon hunters from the books in Kaer Morhen, Lan had begun to upgrade his own alchemical reserves simultaneously.

Sword oil, magic potion, alchemical bomb, decoction.
Since he had plenty of money and his talent in alchemy was commendable, the levels of these consumables were quickly raised to the maximum.

Lann didn't understand Smaug. The dragons in this world were not natural creatures, but a race of war machines created by Morgoth.

Therefore, many of Lan's experiences probably cannot be copied.

But there is probably no doubt that the evil dragon is committing violence with dragon fire.

The [North Wind] with high body temperature, high heat resistance and the ability to burst out cold air is the best choice.

Unfortunately, as the situation between the North and the South became increasingly complicated, Tishaya and Margarita no longer had time to specifically infuse Lan's [North Wind] bomb with additional magical freezing air.

For example, it is unlikely that a [North Wind] bomb would freeze both the rebel ninja Owl and the land spirit [Fire Feather Mist Crow] he subdued at the same time in Ashina Province.

So this is just a bunch of ordinary-sized [High-Level North Wind].

As the night deepened, the golden sunset first turned red and then disappeared into the dark horizon.

Although Lan and Bud were still lighting the lamps in an orderly manner, they were becoming mentally and spiritually tense.

After lighting up the lights on both sides of the last trail, Lan En jumped lightly onto the roof of a house that had not collapsed yet and looked towards the north.

There was no sign of fire in the ruins of Riverdale City, and the townspeople seemed to have completely obeyed Bard and his instructions.

This made Lan En feel a little relieved.

Bard also stood on the top of a dilapidated wooden tower, looking nervously to the north, but he was looking in the direction of Lonely Mountain.

"Look!" Suddenly, Bud, holding the railing with one hand to stabilize his body, leaned out his upper body and shouted loudly to Lan En.

"There's a fire on Lonely Mountain!"

There was indeed a fire, flickering and coming in bursts.

Although Gushan is a large mine built in the mountain, there are many openings outside the mountain for ventilation.

It was already night, the weather was getting colder, and cold fog began to float over the lake and the mountains again.

The firelight in the mountain was scattered after passing through the cold fog, turning into a dim, misty spot of light on the mountain.

"What's the situation now?"

Footsteps as light as falling leaves sounded one after another. It was Thranduil leading his elven archers rushing over.

The Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom asked in a deep voice.

Before that, they were responsible for lighting in another direction and familiarizing themselves with the terrain of Changhu Town.

Each of them knew that to fight against a powerful creature like a dragon, if they did not rely on the power of a large army, they could only make good use of every inch of terrain.

Fortunately, this is on the Long Lake.

According to the mystical theory of this world given by Thranduil, the dragon's fire power is suppressed by the power of the Long Lake, which is the confluence of meltwater from snow-capped mountains and rivers.

The cold lake water was a favorable terrain for them.

Although the twenty elite elven archers were not panicking at this time, their handsome faces under the golden helmets showed solemn expressions and they were taking deep breaths.

Although most of them have lived for thousands of years, who can say that they are not nervous in their heart when facing a dragon?

Thranduil was wearing exquisite and beautiful silver armor and a cloak with black background and silver patterns.

However, at this time his hand was not on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, but he picked up the bow and arrow.

A composite bow made from a mixture of unknown wood and silver metal.

Faced with Thranduil's questions, Bard was nervous, but he still conveyed everything he saw.

"Bursts of fire?"

Thranduil murmured, frowning.

At this moment, an elf archer had the same lucky mentality as Bard just now.

"Perhaps that's a sign of the dwarves' success?"

The shooter said softly.

"We've seen this before, haven't we? The furnace in Lonely Mountain is running, smelting countless gold and silver ores. The flames are burning day and night, and can be seen in Changhu Town, symbolizing the wealth and prosperity of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom."

Now Thorin Oakenshield is leading his team to Lonely Mountain to restore his country. There are only two possible outcomes in everyone's mind.

One scenario is that the country is restored successfully, and the other is that the evil dragon wakes up and all the dwarves are destroyed.

It all depends on whether the message comes from a dwarf messenger or a dragon flame. Bard on the ruined tower pursed his lips, his expression solemn.

Lan En didn't say anything beside him.

Thranduil simply shook his head: "We have all seen what the Lonely Mountain Kingdom looked like during its heyday. We have also seen how that huge smelting furnace works."

"That fire didn't come out in bursts."

The Elf King's voice was full of reason, a calmness that came from someone who was used to seeing bad situations happen uncontrollably and could only deal with them calmly.

"Prepare for battle! Follow the plan! Everyone, get to your designated positions! Quick!"

After Thranduil gave the order, the twenty elite elven archers no longer had any objections.

They moved lightly to the surrounding areas of Changhu Town, each looking for a shooting position.

With a dull 'bang', Lan, whose footsteps were much heavier than those of the elves but lighter than what his body size should indicate, jumped down from the high roof and landed next to Thranduil.

"Are they all equipped with the things I gave them?"

Lan En didn't have many [Advanced North Winds] with him, only five, and he gave them all to the elves.

"It's hard to control a ball on an arrow." Thranduil said expressionlessly, "But it doesn't matter. We just need to weigh it in our hands and then hang it on the arrow."

"Besides, you don't have to come here just to talk to me, Adanisir."

Thranduil looked up and glanced at Lan beside him.

"I am not afraid of a fight, nor will I flee from it. If there is a chance to kill Smaug, I will fight to the bitter end."

Lan En smiled sheepishly.

In front of the elves of this world, he still seemed a little immature.

After all, he had only seen a tiny portion of the memories spanning tens of thousands of years in the gene-seed, and that timeline was pieced together after many generations of Space Marines.

But there are indeed many elves in this world who have lived for tens of thousands of years.

Needless to say, everyone knew their combat objectives for the day.

That is - kill the dragon!
Soon, the ball of fire that was originally on the distant lonely mountain seemed to be getting brighter and bigger, which meant that it was getting closer!

When the fire finally came down from the halfway point of Lonely Mountain and flew at a lower altitude, the foot of the mountain and the shore of Chang Lake were illuminated by the fire into a glittering golden appearance!
Like a little sun!

"I am fire! I am death!"

A roar that was so deep that it didn't seem like it could be uttered by a humanoid creature echoed in the air.

That certainly didn't come from the mouth of a humanoid creature.

Legend has it that on the day when Lonely Mountain and Dale were destroyed, people did not see the dragon at first, but saw a hurricane first!
The description of this legend is extremely accurate.

Smaug's wings can carry his own weight, along with the thick layer of liquid gold covering his body, into the sky and fly!

The power of this force is unimaginable!
The evil dragon is the creation of Morgoth. It is a war machine created by him not long after the creation of this world in order to deal with the mythical battlefield!

This level of power is taken for granted.

Smaug flew close to the surface of the Long Lake, and the fire from his chest and throat was terrifying!
With every flap of its wings, the huge air pressure would leave two huge concave bowl-shaped holes on the water surface. Only when it flew forward would the gaps in the lake water be filled.

The flapping of its wings again and again fanned the lake water, disrupting the flow patterns of the liquids!
The waves in an inland lake, when accumulated, are like those in a rough sea!

As the dragon approaches, its dark and evil power begins to bring about changes in the surrounding atmosphere.

The bright moon that was originally hanging peacefully in the sky began to be obscured by thick dark clouds, as did the stars scattered in the night sky.

The sky above Changhu Town suddenly became gloomy.

Gloomy and restless.

It's like a dangerous flame that's waiting to be ignited!

The orange-red fireball that fell from the lonely mountain in the distance first flew low over the lake.

It caused waves wherever it passed, and its flying speed also left a hideous trail of water splashes on the lake surface.

And just as the orange-red fireball was approaching Changhu Town, it suddenly jumped up a bit!
The flapping of the wings as they rose in height brought about a huge amount of air flow, which madly passed through the streets and buildings of Changhu Town.

It even blew away several nearby houses! Tiles and wooden walls were blown up into the sky like gravel, shattered into sawdust, and then fell down again with a crackling sound!

Then, the long and ferocious tail hidden in the shadow behind the fire was revealed in the orange-red fireball which rose in height and slowed down in speed.

Dragon wings that open and close like razors, and an evil and ferocious dragon head mounted on a slender neck!

The evil dragon Smaug!
What slowed down this ferocious beast was not that it changed its mind, became kind and tolerant when it arrived in Changhu Town.

It increased its altitude and slowed down its speed, just to allow Long Yan to plow through Changhu Town carefully!

"Roar!!!"

In the gloomy night and misty cold fog, Smaug's figure flashed across the sky above the town.

Only the orange-red dragon flame that spurted and spread out from its mouth was bright and eye-catching!

(End of this chapter)