Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1107 1089. Gold on the Chest
Smaug's chest was covered with a layer of gold that looked messy.

This was mainly because in the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves crushed it under the liquid gold of an entire golden colossus, and then it escaped.

The dragon's chest was covered with dense, interlocking scales, and the gaps between these scales were filled with a lot of gold coins because Smaug buried himself in a mountain of gold and silver to sleep.

Later, it was mixed with liquid gold and became a mess with no shape.

Although Smaug spun rapidly in the sky at the end, he shook off the layer of brilliant liquid gold on his body before it cooled and solidified.

But it was normal that the huge body, which was more than 140 meters long, was not shaken off completely.

After listening to the report from his elite archers, Thranduil's originally calm expression became even more solemn.

The Elf King, who was wearing armor but still had a light body, unconsciously looked in a certain direction on the other side of Changhu Town while moving swiftly and erratically.

That was where they planned to deliver the 'fatal blow'.

Bard hid in a corner building in Long Lake Town, with a bow on his back and a black arrow in his right hand that looked like a short spear but was extremely light.

At this time, the arrowheads of the Black Arrow, which looked like two poisonous snakes entwined, were shiny with oil, and his left hand was holding the triangular oil paper bag that Lan En had given him.

The effect of [Bulk Golden Resin] didn't last long, so Bard prepared to rub it on temporarily before shooting.

At this time, the human archers lowered their bodies and tried to stick to the roof as much as possible.

His eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he clenched his cheeks as he stared at the evil dragon that was roaring and spewing flames in the middle of Changhu Town!

He is nervous.

There is nothing to hide, not everyone dares to face the dragon.

Although Bard is a descendant of the former Lord of River Valley City, he has been just a fisherman and archer since he was a child.

He was confident in his archery skills, but now holding the fatal blow of the battle, his fear of failure was even greater than death.

If he succeeds, then the entire Lonely Mountain region will be freed from the shadow of Smaug.

After a long reign of darkness, this place may be able to prosper again.

But if that fails, the dragon has already used his cruel and vicious mind to think of all the possible destinations for the townspeople.

The only thing to do is to escape from here and kill everyone.

The chance of an arrow determines the rise and fall of the entire region, as well as the future life and death, and well-being of the townspeople.
The fear that a sense of responsibility can bring to people is sometimes heavier than life.

A person may rush to die in a fit of rage, but he or she may collapse and shrink back under heavy responsibilities and expectations.

Bard's hands are shaking as he holds the ancestral black arrow!
There were still large pieces of floating ice on the lake, and dragon fire was raging in the town. Bard was sweating coldly from his forehead in the fierce alternation of cold and heat.

His eyes scanned Smaug up and down, but he didn't dare to rashly put the black arrow on the bowstring.

"Where. Where exactly?"

Bud's lips trembled as he muttered.

In fact, from the angle from which he had just observed Smaug, he had the opportunity to shoot the black arrow directly into the dragon's wide-open, roaring mouth.

But he didn't do that.

Because he holds the ancestral black arrow in his hand, he knows the performance of this weapon very well.

This is the finest arrow in the world, even the elves would envy it.

It uses precious minerals from the Lonely Mountain, the superb smelting methods of the Lonely Mountain's great craftsmen, top-notch forging techniques, and the mysterious and unknown dwarven magic.

All these things combined in one arrow are the reason why the black arrow can "kill the dragon with one strike".

That is why, even with the close cooperation between Riverdale and the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, the city lord Girion could only buy these four black arrows in the Lonely Mountain.

There really isn't much more.

But while precision and preciousness can bring power, they also bring trouble.

This weapon is actually very 'fragile'.

Just like Lan's sword of the Lady of the Lake, after the Lady of the Lake, the "second-rate sword", had its shape changed unclearly, Lady Galadriel teased it more than once.

Any slight change will damage the Black Arrow's excellent killing performance.

So in River Valley City, the black arrows that were shot by Girion and bounced off the dragon scales because of the incorrect angle could not be recovered and reused.

Even if they were only slightly deformed after hitting the dragon scales.

So Bard didn't dare to shoot the black arrow into Smaug's mouth facing the burning dragon fire.

After all, being spit out by Long Yan would definitely be more serious than the impact caused by a slight deformation.

After the black arrow was hit by the dragon's fire, could the dwarf magic on the arrow, which had been disrupted and destroyed, still kill the dragon?
Bud couldn't gamble.

At this moment, he could only anxiously look for the flaw left on the left side of the evil dragon's chest as stated in the legend of his ancestors.

But just as the elves had observed, Smaug's chest was covered with a shapeless piece of gold!

"Bang, bang, bang!" Just as the evil dragon was spewing flames wantonly, the light of the dragon flame even illuminated the fog and dark clouds in the dark night from bottom to top, and three more consecutive noises came from Changhu Town.

The ammunition from the heavy crossbow, with the fire propelled from the tail, rushed straight towards the dragon!

The dragon scales were still indestructible, but the impact caused Smaug's original movement of shaking his head and spitting fire to suddenly pause because of the precise impact position.

The dragon's head failed to turn over, and it stopped breathing halfway.

Then "Pah!"

A sharp and loud crisp sound!

That was because Smaug immediately understood the direction of the attack after being hit. Since his turning head was interrupted, the inertia of his huge body was also huge.

It’s inconvenient to turn around, so just flick your tail and hit it!
The tough tail with thorns was yanked down from the sky with a heavy "woooo" sound.

The houses that stood in the way of this long strip of track were instantly shattered!
Even the layer of water above the huge rocks in the lake was pumped up to create high and thin splashes!
But as the person who fired the heavy crossbow, Lan had already anticipated Smaug's possible response.

And the position was transferred immediately after the launch.

There is a huge rock in the lake where Changhu Town is located. The height difference between the rock and the lake surface is about the height of an ordinary person.

Lan En stepped on the large pieces of wooden building debris around him. The small whirlwind wrapped around his legs and the [Light Body Technique] made his movements quick and light.

The waves caused by Smaug's tail smashing behind him could not catch up with him at all.

And then, just as Smaug was about to turn around and face the enraged insect head-on, arrows with metal balls attached to them shot towards him from other directions.

It failed to hurt Smaug, but it made him sick.

The elves' archery skills are amazing, but their arrows cannot penetrate dragon scales and lack impact. However, they can hang alchemical bombs on arrows.

Although Lann's heavy crossbow could not penetrate the dragon scales, the impact force that could penetrate the dragon scales was enormous. As long as one could see through Smaug's movements and the operation of his muscle strength, he could accurately use the impact force to block the smoothness of his movement.

With Lann's skills and eyesight, Smaug's movements were obvious to him.

"Bugs! A bunch of bugs trying to take my treasure!"

Unable to capture Lan, and even with the elves shooting arrows out of nowhere, Smaug became more and more crazy!
It began to flap its wings, wings strong enough to stir up a storm, allowing it to fly low.

I want to use the speed and advantage of flying to burn these annoying guys to death directly from the air.

But Lann, who was the target of Smaug's greatest hatred, did not even try to escape at this time.

Instead, he stepped back, raised the unknown weapon in his hand, and replaced the magazine with a new one amidst the sound of mechanical snaps.

Then there were three consecutive "bang bang bang" noises!
"Ahhh!"

Smaug roared madly and pounced down, trying to crush and tear Lan apart with his body weight!
But the demon hunter quickly shuttled through the dilapidated buildings that blocked his view.

Occasionally, he would miss a step, and the next moment, exquisite arrows would be shot from afar and hit the walls at various angles, providing a foothold for the witcher.

"You think you're being a hero? You're going to be praised after today?"

Smaug bared his teeth, grinned, and slid his body like a snake, smashing every building that dared to block his way!
Those cruel animal eyes were fixed on the demon hunter not far ahead.

"To be honest, you are all abandoned pawns! You fought with me to the death here, but what about those people you sent to the ruins of River Valley City? They have now run to Lonely Mountain and come to my gold mountain to move gold!"

"Do you think your life is more valuable than gold? Don't dream!"

Smaug's viciousness lies not only in his cruelty, but also in his malicious whispers.

It wants to destroy not only the enemy's body, but also his spirit.

Unfortunately, Lan En thought its talking skills were totally substandard.

"Gold, gold. All gold. Is that why you're this old, fat, fool you are now? Why did the dwarves chase you away from the Lonely Mountain?"

Lan En stepped on a piece of broken wooden boat that was still quite large.

Smaug's pounce caused a huge shock and waves in the lake.

Lann, however, relied on his own stability and ability to grasp timing, stepped on the wooden board, and was able to stay away from Smaug's pounce because of the waves.

By the way, the [Dragon Roar] in his hand never stops.

However, it seemed that because of the fluctuation of the water waves, several rounds of heavy crossbow ammunition that had been fired at Smaug's head and face were now directed at his harder and more unshakable chest and abdomen due to the shaking.

Chunks of irregular gold, gleaming with a psychedelic luster in the firelight, fell from Smaug's chest.

But it no longer notices the small bits and pieces falling off its body.

The gold was too light and too small to be worth noting.

It just stared at Lan En, baring its teeth and breathing heavily.

"Go on, bug. Keep talking. I'll see how long you can talk!"

(End of this chapter)