Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1126 1108. The Old Story of Doguerdu
At the right time, just when Gandalf was embarrassed and had nothing to say, there was another heavy but sensitive sound of horse hooves outside.

There were also the exclamations of the residents of Changhu Town.

The old wizard's eyes turned cunningly and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Sure enough, as the footsteps approached, a tall figure was walking towards the open marching tent.

"Lane?"

Bud's frown relaxed a little when he saw the tall figure walking in with his head lowered, but he still didn't feel relaxed.

"How was it, did the talk with Thorin go well?"

Bud actually didn't have any hope at all, he just asked casually.

He still had the wine glass from Thranduil's table in his hand and handed it to the witcher.

But Lan, who came in, first raised his eyebrows at Gandalf standing aside, and then said, "Well, it's agreed that the first batch of treasures will be delivered at sunset today, and people from Long Lake Town will go to the gate of Lonely Mountain to receive them."

"Uh-huh?!"

Bard and Thranduil were both stunned.

"You said he agreed?" Bud said blankly, "I thought I heard it wrong. How did you do it?"

He had talked to Thorin before, and his mentally unstable and unreasonable attitude made people doubt whether the King under the Mountain still had any sanity.

"It's not that difficult." Lan took the wine glass from Bud and took a sip. "What he cares about most is the Arkenstone. I used this thing to show him the importance of credibility."

Dragon disease is almost a curse, or a family hereditary disease.

It can be seen from Thorin's expression that this thing is not easy to deal with.

However, he could use the [Yaxi Seal] to slightly influence his already unstable mental state, and then use words to control the rhythm and emotions of the negotiations.

In the end, Thorin, who had originally claimed that he would not give away a single piece of gold, started to pay.

Thorin looked very painful during this process, and his attachment to gold was simply indescribable.

But after he really started distributing the gold, he felt somewhat relieved.

Very contradictory.

It was as if the magic of the gold was really entwined with his soul.

"But." Lan turned to look at Thranduil, "The Starlight White Gem is not easy to find. I guess we have to wait until they find it before we can return it to you."

"You also know that they fought Smaug in the Lonely Mountain for a while before finally driving the dragon out. During this time, the entire treasure room was in chaos."

"I went in and saw that it was really a mountain of gold and silver. If your Starlight White Gem wasn't big, it would take them a long time to find it."

Thranduil's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What if I ask someone to go in and help them find it? Fourteen people really work slowly, but wouldn't more people make it faster?"

Lan En looked at the Elf King in silence and spread his hands.

"The dwarves just saw you coming with a large army, and they built a temporary city gate overnight. Now you want to let the elves enter the Lonely Mountain?"

"Thrandui, I think that once your proposal is made and spread to the dwarves, the agreement I have fought for will be considered invalid. The dwarves will not agree to let outsiders enter the Lonely Mountain at this sensitive time."

Thranduil snorted unhappily: "So I can only wait here?"

"Or." Lan En also shook his head and said in an angry tone, "Why don't you just break in and kill the fourteen people inside? Just because they agreed to your request but couldn't execute it quickly enough?"

This was of course a stab at Thranduil.

Although the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom looks proud and elegant, almost everyone standing in front of him feels despised and looked down upon.

But the previous few contacts have shown that elves are indeed kind creatures.

Even though Thranduil had a cold face and spoke coldly throughout, he did not really stand by and watch the refugees in Long Lake Town freeze to death or starve to death.

Even now, some elves are still taking the initiative to take care of the elderly, the weak, women and children among the refugees in Changhu Town.

Within their power, the elves really couldn't bear to see tragedy.

They are the firstborn children created by Ilúvatar, and are holy and powerful not only in strength, but also in beautiful qualities.

This generally high moral level made Lann not worry that Thranduil would really attack Lonely Mountain at this time.

The dwarves have already made concessions, but due to limited capacity and the tense situation, it will take time to implement them.

Just because of this, we have to kill these dozen people?

Thranduil could not do such a cruel thing, and neither could the elves of the Woodland Kingdom.

Sure enough, under Lan En's tilted head gaze, the Elf King snorted in annoyance but said nothing else.

He just slammed the wine glass on the table and turned his head to the side.

This is what it means to see someone off.

Several people were very tactful. After looking at each other, they consciously walked out of Thranduil's marching tent.

"Great!"

After walking out of the tent, Bud shouted excitedly in a low voice and swung his clenched fist fiercely.

His originally gloomy face now turned red with excitement.

"I'm going to gather people now and prepare to receive the gold!"

He patted Lan's arm hard and ran towards the residents of Changhu Town in the distance.

As Bud walked away, the townspeople in the distance also burst into cheers of surprise.

Who wouldn't want to get the promised gold without fighting? Not far from the tent, the Qilin and the flannel ball on its back were being surrounded and observed by several elves with expressions of love and curiosity.

The two of them are also used to this situation. If they are not used to it after being with Lan En for so long, they will seem a little too nervous.

When the calico cat saw the boss coming out, it jumped lightly from the Qilin's back and approached.

"Gandalf? Were you beaten up meow?"

The kitten looked up curiously from below, and Gandalf's face looked as if he had been severely beaten.

"Thank you for your concern, fluff ball." The old wizard bowed politely and patted the kitten's head. "But it's okay. I'm much better now."

Lan En next to him didn't say anything.

In fact, the witcher could feel that although Gandalf looked very embarrassed, his eyes were blue and red and blood was oozing out.

But in fact, this old guy's breathing, physical fitness, and strength are all the same as before.

Either the wounds on his body were fake, or this guy's internal organs had substantially recovered before the scars on his body had even faded.

Lan is more inclined to the second explanation.

After Gandalf greeted the fluff ball, he walked inconspicuously with Lan, talking as they headed towards a secluded place in Riverdale.

"What you just said is very wise."

Gandalf murmured his praise.

"what?"

Lan glanced sideways down at him.

"There's no need to pretend with me, Lan." Gandalf chuckled. "Thrandui wanted to finish the job as quickly as possible and then leave this chaotic and dangerous land, but you cleverly held him back."

"That's good. Facing a powerful enemy, we cannot lack the power of the elves."

“Although war is cruel, if you don’t dare to face it, the consequences will only be more cruel.”

After Gandalf's words, Lan had nothing to pretend about.

The witcher also sighed.

"I can understand his desire to avoid fighting, but weakness will not defeat the enemy. If the orcs take the Lonely Mountain, I can't see the possibility that the Woodland Kingdom will survive."

"As Thranduil himself said: The Elves are few in number, and grow slowly."

"I just hope they don't suffer too many casualties this time."

Gandalf held his staff in his arm, drew a pipe from his belt, and lit it with his fingers.

"Don't worry about Thranduil. His reaction just now shows that he has actually accepted it. I have known him for quite some time. He is just passively avoiding fighting, but he is not afraid of it."

Gandalf was obviously in a good mood. He smoked his pipe and the smoke turned into two happy butterflies, which flew far away before dissipating.

"Oh, I saw Smaug's body when I rode past Lake-town. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You were really cruel."

"If you're not cruel enough, I'll be the one lying there."

Lan En tugged at his collar and spoke nonchalantly.

"Is its body okay? Does it show any signs of being washed away by the current or rotting?"

"You plan to use Smaug's dragon scales and hide to make a new suit of armor?"

Gandalf saw Lann looking uncomfortable because he had no armor, and he almost guessed what he was going to do.

"No, the dragon's body has been rotting for a long time. It is staying well in Long Lake Town. When this is over, the dwarves of Lonely Mountain and the elves of the Woodland Kingdom will definitely not be stingy in making a set of armor for you."

"You are a hero who has helped a lot." Gandalf blew out two spiral columns of smoke from his nostrils again. "Hey, you are much more useful than an old man like me."

"Speaking of you," Lann turned around and looked up and down at the embarrassed Gandalf, and finally fixed his eyes on his staff. "Is this Radagast's staff? What happened in Dol Guldur?"

"What else?" Gandalf's smile disappeared when he spoke of Dol Guldur.

"Sauron has indeed returned, and he has suppressed my power. The entire Dol Guldur has always been the orcs' base for preparing for war. Radagast could not find anything under Sauron's concealment spell."

"When he exhausted all his strength and caught me in the cage, countless orcs and wargs poured out of it."

"Sauron's power is strong and stable there. I can't get any rest or replenishment, so I can only weaken step by step."

"Fortunately, the reinforcements that Radagast brought arrived the night before yesterday."

Having said that, Lan En subconsciously tapped the hilt of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake at his waist.

"Lady Galadriel?"

"More than that." Gandalf waved his hand, "There are also Elrond and Saruman."

"All nine Ringwraiths appeared, and the burning eye suddenly appeared. Now no one can say 'Sauron has been destroyed' or other escapist words."

"Lady Galadriel saw that I was still weakening, so she asked Radagast to escort me out of Dol Guldur."

"In the end, I only saw a burst of holy light burst out from the old castle, competing with the burning magic eye. Then a thin belt of starlight connected to the north."

"The Light of Earendil."

Lann spoke softly, and Gandalf nodded, holding his pipe.

"It was the light of the most benevolent Eärendil. After obtaining the starlight link, Lady Galadriel immediately expelled the evil eye of Sauron."

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