Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1125 1107. The Return of the Wizard

Thorin was so shocked that he didn't have much to say.

Just like what Lan En said, if you want to buy time with reasonable people, this is indeed feasible.

But if he doesn't want to delay any more time, Thorin has few choices.

Keep the gold, or get the Arkon Gem.

Even if Thorin is mentally ill now, he is not stupid after all.

When Lan came out of the treasure hall, he was faced with the dwarves' expectant eyes.

"How is Thorin? He, he..." Balin stuttered nervously. "Is he getting better?"

"If giving up treasures actively or passively can alleviate the dragon disease, then it should be effective."

Lan nodded to the old dwarf, and all the dwarves breathed a sigh of relief and then laughed happily.

Bofur and Oin even jumped up and high-fived.

Their emotions are always simple when they are happy.

"But I can't stay here any longer." Lan En said as he walked out without stopping. "We need to talk things out with the elves and humans as soon as possible. Everyone is very nervous right now."

"Oh, by the way, Filikili." Lan En turned his head slightly as he walked forward and called the two nephews of the King of Lonely Mountain.

"Next time I come as a guest, can we clean up a bit? A hall full of cobwebs and the stink of dragons, you dwarves can't treat your guests like that, can you?"

Fili and Qili looked at each other and immediately agreed happily.

"Of course!"

"Just wait for us to clean up!"

They were very happy that Lan still considered them friends.

Coming out from the depths of Lonely Mountain, Lan and the Flannel Ball who had rejoined the team jumped down the temporary city gate built by the dwarves and walked towards River City.

On the way, Felyn first hugged Kirin's neck, and then stretched as if he had returned to his familiar bed.

Then he lay on the Qilin's head again.

The little paw touched the smooth broken horn of the Qilin, and a "tsk tsk tsk" sound came out of its mouth.

"Qilin, your horn is broken again, meow."

Suddenly, the ancient dragon let out a dissatisfied hissing sound, which roughly translates to.

"Why do you say it's broken again? This time we're attacking! Not being attacked!"

"Can we say the attack is 'off'?"

"That exploded!"

After a series of confusing words, the atmosphere between Fluffy Ball and Lan En was suddenly filled with joy.
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Bard rode his horse back to River Valley City, but the solemn and angry expression on his face gave all the people waiting for him a bad feeling.

Thranduil stood in front of the city gate riding a stag and calmly welcomed Bard into the city.

He had long expected that the talks would fail.

He had seen countless dwarves and had also seen dragon disease. He knew exactly what Thorin would become, so he had no expectations from the beginning.

The people in the valley city began to panic, because everyone knew that without gold, most of them would not survive the winter, let alone rebuild their homes.

Moreover, when Thorin was in Long Lake Town, he debated with Bard in front of the whole town and promised to share the treasure.

In the end, the promise was broken when they were in the most difficult time. The anger in the hearts of the refugees in Changhu Town, as well as the rage brought about by panic, exploded almost in an instant.

The noise of the crowd grew louder.

People say that the dwarves are ungrateful, and if they don't want to fulfill their promise, then they should take up arms, arm themselves, and go to the Lonely Mountain to demand it.

Bud, who usually asked the townspeople to deal with things calmly at this time, now had nothing to say and could only watch the rumors spread among the crowd.

Or, better yet, spread out.

After all, if a group of former fishermen were to go to war, it would not work without anger as a spiritual driving force.

The items in the armory in River Valley City had already been distributed.

Although there are not many things that can be used due to poor storage conditions and the long time, it is still enough to arm a team of 100 people.

"I still don't understand."

Bard stood in front of Thranduil's marching tent with a sad face, watching the townspeople take up their weapons and start practicing in an orderly manner.

"The gold we want is nothing to the Lonely Mountain, and your national treasure has no special meaning to the dwarves. Why would they go to war?"

Thranduil had already taken off his armor and put on his gorgeous and exquisite robes.

His marching tent was set up in the central square of River Valley City.

At this time, the Elf King came out with two wine glasses, gave one to Bard, and took a sip himself.

"You will know how stubborn the dwarves are after a few encounters. You cannot understand their thoughts, so it is best not to waste your time on this."

Bud still had a bitter look on his face. He was not afraid of fighting, but
He looked at the residents of Changhu Town who were excited for their own and their families' livelihoods.

At this time, the originally deserted and dilapidated ruins of the Valley City were filled with people that had not been seen in decades.

Small patrol teams of elves were patrolling the city in orderly and orderly steps, with rhythmic steps like drum beats. The townspeople were carrying firewood, food, weapons, armor, and arrows back and forth. Those who could work were working, and shouts and greetings were heard everywhere.

Several townspeople who had been guards in Changhu Town began to organize the townspeople who were assigned to the armed forces and practiced in a small square formation.

In order to survive, they need the gold, so they have to fight the dwarves. But if the fight really starts, how many people will die?
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the distance of the street. An old man in a tattered gray robe, with bloodstains and tired white hair on his face, was riding a horse towards here.

Although his superb horsemanship prevented him from bumping into any busy townspeople on the crowded and damaged streets, it did cause a commotion.

Bard noticed that Thranduil's face showed an expression of seeing a troublesome person and something unexpected.

"Oh, there you are."

The old man arrived at the square of River Valley City without stopping. He dismounted his horse and walked towards Thranduil's marching tent.

The elf guards who passed by him did not try to stop him, as if they saw nothing.

Thranduil slightly adjusted the demeanor and expression on his face, and walked forward with a smile.

"Mithrandir, long time no see."

"Forget the formalities, Thranduil."

Gandalf, holding a different staff in his hand, walked briskly towards the Elf King and Bard.

It was as if the scars and the mess on his face were all fake.

"I am here to give you, the dwarves and the humans a warning!"

Gandalf spoke seriously. His appearance and the temperament accumulated from long-term wisdom made Bard feel that he was a wise and reliable person when they first met.

But Thranduil was very different.

"Please go ahead. I'm listening."

As the Elf King spoke, he took a sip of the wine in the glass, and it was obvious that he was saying one thing and thinking another.

"Your feud with the dwarves must be put aside! The war has begun, and the orc army of Dol Guldur is coming here in full force!"

"Everyone here is in danger!"

Gandalf said this with his hands on his hips. His silver scarf, which had been hanging neatly around his neck, now dragged sloppily on the ground.

Looks very embarrassed.

Thranduil did not comment on Gandalf's words, but Bard frowned.

After all, it had only been a few days since he went from being a fisherman to a leader.

Any disturbance at this time makes him sensitive.

So Bud took a step forward and stared at the old man in front of him.

"what are you saying?"

"You don't know them yet, Bard." Thranduil spoke before Gandalf could respond, his tone was relaxed, as if he didn't care at all about the 'danger' mentioned by the old wizard.

"Wizards are like thunder rolling in on a cold winter day. They make a lot of noise, but have you ever seen it actually rain?"

"Oh my God." Gandalf held his back and looked at Thranduil angrily, "When did my advice become so worthless?"

"The orc army is already on the way, and may even be in front of us at any time! They have mobilized all their forces, and you are still unaware of the danger!"

Thranduil looked coldly at Gandalf, who was extremely angry.

"Since you asked us not to target the dwarves, I didn't want to listen. After all, I also know that the dwarves in the Lonely Mountain are your friends. For the safety of your friends, it sounds reasonable to stabilize us first, doesn't it?"

"I admire your loyalty to your friends, Gandalf. But why do you think I am in such a hurry to get this done?"

"You said the orcs could be here any day, but the question is: how could they move so fast? They were an army that marched from Dol Guldur."

"Secondly, where is the trace of that army?"

Gandalf opened his mouth, but no words came out.

First of all, as the initiator of the dwarves' national restoration expedition and also a friend of the dwarves, his position is indeed awkward now.

Then, he indeed did not know the current whereabouts of the army that had set out from Dol Guldur.

Gandalf entered the gloomy and terrifying old castle alone in order to lure out the true enemy.

He succeeded, and the power of the dark enemy was indeed not restored to its full strength.

Under such heavy pressure, he was not even killed directly, but only seriously injured, suppressed his strength, and imprisoned.

Out of some evil interest, he called out to the leader of the northern orcs, Azog the Blasphemer, in front of him.

Let him lead the army out in full force, and Gandalf witnessed the entire process of the orc army gathering.

That was why he was extremely worried about the situation in Gushan and rushed over without stopping after escaping.

As a result, as soon as I arrived, I saw that the three groups of humans, elves and dwarves were in a tense situation.

Gandalf suddenly felt numb.

The enemy hasn't even appeared yet, but we're already fighting.

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(End of this chapter)