Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1120 Something is wrong

"You'd better just shock and deter."

Lan En had just woken up. He scratched his hair in annoyance and complained to Thranduil.

"Could we really start a war?"

Bard shook his head, but then looked around nervously at Lan and Thranduil.

"Really? You can't really fight? Just for a piece of jewelry?"

Lan En felt that it shouldn't be the case. After all, the treasures in Lonely Mountain were so huge that even he, who had heard the description several times, felt that they were as exaggerated as mountains of gold and seas of silver.

According to the elves' aesthetics, a piece of jewelry should be exquisite and elegant, and can be considered "inconspicuous" in any way.

Thorin would have to be out of his mind to hold on to it.

To start a war for a piece of jewelry, to be honest, Lan En has always felt that most of the monarchs in the magical Middle Ages were stupid and impulsive, short-sighted and had no regard for trust and loyalty.

He really doesn't think much of it.

But even among such monarchs, few would start a war for a piece of jewelry.

However, Thranduil seemed to be noncommittal about the attitudes shown by the two people.

"The stubbornness of the dwarf's mind is hard to describe. Be careful."

Thranduil said this, waving towards the rear of his army.

Suddenly there was a sound of donkeys neighing and horses braying, and the elf army moved aside in unison to make way, revealing a caravan of pack animals.

There were boxes of vegetables, grains, and even alcohol.

Bard's eyes lit up, and he quickly called on the refugees from Changhu Town to go up and pick up the things.

These are the supplies the elves agreed to send.

Although Thranduil had sent a batch of soldiers over with the army last time before people left Lake-town, the weather was bad now, and there was no grass in the Wasteland of Smaug.

Food is just consumed, with no income. Naturally, the more the better.

"Thank you for your help, Your Majesty!"

Bard was the leader after all. While the townspeople were ecstatically moving their things, he had to thank Thranduil first.

The Elf King, who always had a cold face, waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me, it's just a convenience. I'm only here to collect a debt."

After saying that, he grabbed the stag's reins and turned around and walked back.

Lan shrugged at Bud from behind: "I don't know how it happened twice in a row."

Bard smiled ingratiatingly. He was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He had a pretty good impression of the Elf King.

Lan called over the Qilin and rode on it. Bard also got a white horse from the elf army.

The two men caught up with Thranduil who was about to turn around and head towards Lonely Mountain.

"Don't rush to mobilize the army, Thranduil."

Lan said beside the Elf King.

"You acted as if you were going to start a war right away. And you still say you understand the stubborn temper of dwarves? Now you are directly pressing forward. Things that were originally negotiable can no longer be discussed."

"Right!" Bard echoed from the side. "We don't need to resort to violence. Your force is so large that the Lonely Mountain must have seen it. There are only a dozen of them, so we can definitely negotiate."

Although Bard dug out the arsenal of Riverdale City, he also prepared to arm the townspeople.

But that was to guard against the orcs, not to fight the dwarves.

"The people of Long Lake have a share of the treasure in the mountains. We are on the same page in this matter. I think we have a say, right?"

Bud patted his chest and pointed at the townspeople who were carrying supplies.

"You want to reason with the dwarves?" Thranduil looked at Bard and Lan in surprise, as if he had seen something incredible.

"If it can ease tensions, then there's nothing wrong with being reasonable."

Lann nodded.

Thranduil was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Then you can go ahead, but I won't go. I can't help but get a headache when I see those dwarfs' stubbornness."

Thranduil stopped the stag, and at the same time, the golden elven army behind him also stopped.

Lan and Bard had no objection to this. In fact, they only needed to rely on the appearance of a large number of elven warriors who showed up in the Valley City.

The distance between River Valley City and Lonely Mountain is less than an hour even if you walk slowly.

At this time, the two men were riding horses, accompanied by the sound of "thump thump thump" of horses' hooves, approaching the Lonely Mountain Kingdom from the horizon of the hills.

After turning a corner, a section of stone road in front of the gate of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, which has been preserved even though it has been abandoned for a long time, began to emerge.

Further ahead is the gate to the Lonely Mountain Kingdom.

After a night of construction, the dwarves' progress was quite fast.

The gate that was originally broken in by Smaug from the inside had been urgently repaired by them.

Large pieces of rubble were trimmed into angles suitable for locking into each other, and then piled at the gate location.

It formed a wall made of large stone bricks.

"Dwarves are truly natural engineers."

Bard and Lan were both in a relaxed mood, and the witcher seemed to be commenting on the dwarfs' makeshift city wall.

He believed that this was the wall prepared by Thorin to prepare for the attack from orcs and dark forces after he had heeded his warning.

But then
"Whoosh!"

A burst of sharp arrow sounds destroyed the relaxed atmosphere between Bard and Lan in an instant!
An arrow struck the side of Bud's horse a body length in front of it, and the shaft of the arrow broke in two on the hard stone ground.

This is obviously a shooting method that does not intend to hurt anyone, but at the same time, it is definitely not an act of goodwill!

Bard and Lan were both shocked. Neither of them was afraid of this arrow. They were surprised by the dwarf's attitude. They had only separated two days ago, and their relationship was still good.

But what happened to the dwarves after they arrived at the Lonely Mountain?
In fact, not only the two people outside the city gate were shocked, but even the dwarves on the city gate were shocked.

Except for Thorin who put down his bow, almost all the dwarves looked at Thorin in amazement.

After being stunned for a while, Bilbo opened and closed his mouth at a loss, and spoke haltingly.

"You he."

The hobbit pointed his finger at Thorin and then outside.

Finally, a voice that was obviously angry came from among the dwarves.

"What are you doing meow!!!"

The ball of fluff pushed away the dwarves who were standing between it and Thorin. The dwarves were so shocked or guilty that they had no intention of using their sturdy bodies to block him.

The calico kitten pricked up its ears: "Shoot the arrow outside!!!"

"I didn't shoot Lan!" Thorin said with a straight face, his eyes darkening in the shadows. "I was just warning you!"

"Who are you warning?" Lan, who had dismounted from his horse and walked in front of Bud, asked with his eyes narrowed. "What are you warning?"

"Sorry!" Balin, who looked like a short Santa Claus, hugged Thorin from the side and shouted down with a guilty expression.

"Sorry Lann, and Bard! Something is wrong with Thorin right now!"

"There's nothing wrong with me!" Thorin shouted, pulling away from Balin.

"There is an army of elven men in the ruins of Dale, almost at the gates of the King under the Mountain! We should certainly be on high alert!"

"Who are you defending against with this city gate?" Bard retorted from behind Lan, "How come you, the legitimate King under the Mountain, now look like a bandit hiding in his own cave?"

Thorin said expressionlessly.

"Maybe I'm afraid that someone will be tempted by the wealth and lead an army to rob us!"

"Of course, I'm not talking about you, Lan. You have a share of the treasure in this mountain. I promised you this myself. I will always remember your help and will always think about repaying you."

"What about us?"

At this point, Bud asked loudly and angrily.

"You once personally promised wealth to the residents of Changhu Town. Doesn't that count?"

"Help? Doesn't count?"

Thorin asked Bard back.

"What kind of help is that? It's forced buying when we have no other choice! If I don't do what you say, I won't be able to come to Lonely Mountain! How does such a promise count? Ah? You tell me how it counts!"

"You said that was a forced sale?"

Bud's face showed an incredible expression, mixed with anger.

"The townspeople cheered for your expedition. It was you who convinced them personally and made them forget the risks involved."

"Now we have been displaced by orcs and dragons, and are almost freezing to death in the ruins of this wasteland. And all we ask for is the gold we agreed on! Isn't that what we should do?"

"Are the promises you make worth less than gold? Thorin, King under the Mountain! Grandson of Thror! Son of Thrain!"

The dwarves on the city gate were talking among themselves, and their steps were hesitant and their bodies were wavering.

But even these dwarves were speechless after hearing what Bard said, but Thorin just kept a wooden face, took a few steps back, and let his figure disappear on the city wall.

No longer put yourself in Bud's sight.

Giving up one's own and family's reputation to preserve gold would be surprising even among the dwarves who are obsessed with gold.

What's more, Thorin's family background is prominent, far beyond the reach of an ordinary dwarf's reputation.

Fili and Kili, Thorin's two nephews on the city wall, were breathing heavily and their faces turned red with anger at Thorin's performance.

It was only because of Thorin's authority as a leader and uncle that they restrained themselves and did not quarrel with him.

But even so, their eyes were filled with shame when they looked down at Bud and Lan from the city gate.

They had just invited Lann to the King's Hall once the dragon stink in the Lonely Mountain had been cleared.

But after one night, they built high walls and drew their bows and arrows to defend themselves.
Fili, Kili, and the other dwarves were more or less afraid to look down at Bard and Lann's eyes.

Veins popped out on Bud's forehead. He never expected that the link that he thought required the least effort would now have the biggest problem.

He growled in venting his anger and pounded his saddle.

"Without gold, we won't be able to rebuild our homes and find a place to live. The people living under the Lonely Mountain will become history. Damn it! Damn it!"

On the contrary, Lan En, who only spoke at the beginning and then fell silent, looked at the gate of Lonely Mountain with a serious expression.

"You go back first."

"what?"

Bud frowned at Lan, who didn't look back.

"This situation is not going right. Thorin is not normal. I will go up and talk to him in person. You go back and wait for news."

As he was speaking, there was a sudden loud noise of rocks breaking.

With a sound of "crack", the heads of the dwarf stone statues that were originally standing on both sides of the gate were broken off and hit the stone bridge of the moat in front of the city gate.

The stone bridge suddenly broke.

It seems that the dwarf has demonstrated his determination and attitude through his actions.

Bud shook his head grimly.

"I hope your words are helpful."

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(End of this chapter)