Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1096 1078. Advance the plan

　　After the Elf King finished shouting without looking back, he found that his son did not respond to him.

He turned his head in shock, but only saw an officer in front of the military formation, standing there awkwardly.

Even the gorgeous elf-style golden armor on his body cannot conceal the helpless and awkward feeling of this elf.

“Your Majesty,” the embarrassed elf officer said to the king, “The prince, he rode away on horseback.”

 “Just when you started talking to Adanisil.”

Thranduil opened his mouth: "What else is he going to do now?"

"The prince said he was going to chase the orc commander who escaped last night. He said he had been delayed for too long and would be lost if he didn't go."

 “Silas, why didn’t you stop him!”

The elf officer smiled.

Legolas saw his father turning around to talk to others, and walked directly to the back of the military formation in silence, then mounted his horse and ran away.

 What can he do? Is it possible to shoot the prince's horse to death?

Thranduil pressed his forehead with a headache, making his soft white hair slightly messy.

Bard and Lan both wisely kept silent at this time, and even stood slightly outside in unison.

 Fortunately, Thranduil also knew in his heart that his previous conservative defense policy in the Woodland Kingdom had never been favored by Legolas and Tauriel.

They are all too young, only over 2,000 years old, young and energetic, and jealous of evil.

There is nothing wrong with this, because elves are naturally good beings after all. The aversion to evil and the spontaneous sympathy and empathy for the weak are almost instinctive.

So after Legolas ran out this time and saw what the orcs did, and saw that Lake Town was destroyed overnight, he became a little wild towards him. Thranduil could understand it, and he had expected it.

but

"I originally wanted to let Legolas lead a team of archers to help you complete the task of slaying the dragon. But I didn't expect that he would not even have the patience to listen to what I have to say."

After hearing what he said, Bard's face darkened again. After all, he was about to persuade the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom to help, but the helper ran away.

But Thranduil changed the topic and dropped the hand that was originally pressing on his forehead.

"A top shooter, paired with a team of ordinary shooters, this is the support I originally wanted to give you, because simply having a large number of people is meaningless to the dragon. But now that Legolas is gone."

Thranduil let out a sigh of relief: "Then I'll do it!"

Bard looked up with wide eyes.

Thranduil met the human archer's eyes without hesitation.

“Heh, do you really think I’m wary?”

“Before, there was no chance and no means of killing. Otherwise, we would have allowed this evil beast to rage in the north for so long?”

 After saying that, Thranduil had no intention of explaining any more, turned around and rode a stag to the elven army formation.

 He began to hand over and give instructions to the elf officer.

“Only twenty men will be left with me, and the rest will be taken back to Mirkwood to guard the borders of the country.”

“You don’t need so many people to fight against the dragon, and you don’t need such a big show to kill him with one blow. If we fail, you have to go back and prepare to deal with the dragon’s revenge.”

All the elves had no objections. Their neat military formation was solemn and orderly in front of Thranduil, and they looked intently.

 The king of an elven kingdom who kept the country alive after several epochs.

 When they saw the state of the elven army facing Thranduil, Lann and Bard both understood.

Thranduil cannot be a timid king.

 He was just too lazy to care about outside affairs before.

Now, after the opportunity to eliminate Smaug appeared, he immediately started to advance the plan.

Even if he was burned by dragon fire, he would return to the battlefield with the evil dragon.

Thranduil's prestige is unparalleled among the elves of the Woodland Kingdom.

 So the elves who were originally standing neatly on the shore of Long Lake Town quickly retreated in an orderly and smooth manner, leaving only the number of people specified by Thranduil and the supplies sent to the townspeople.

“The dwarves left yesterday, so the worst and fastest scenario is that Smaug will break out of his lair tonight.”

Thranduil got down from the stag for the first time. His exquisite and strong armor collided with each other. His white hair lay on the black cloak behind him, mixed with the original silver thread pattern, making it difficult to distinguish.

He also had a long elf-style knife hanging on his waist, with his hand resting on the handle.

Thranduil and Lann looked at each other, discussing their plans.

Such a scene of two people standing together would not look out of place even if it were placed directly into the frame of an oil painting.

 Even the current background and lighting are not very good.

 The pinnacle of beauty-style figure painting is nothing more than this.

At least Bard felt a little out of place standing here.

 “Time is running out.”

Thranduil still said expressionlessly.

"I agree," Lan En agreed, "so we'd better get started now."

The Elf King waved his hand without looking back, and immediately asked the twenty shooters left behind to follow him and follow Lan En and Bard towards the town. The plan that Bard and Lan made before will not change, and the survivors of Lake Town still have to rush to the ruins of Riverdale City.

 First of all, of course, the buildings there are all made of solid stone, which can protect them from wind and rain. There are already large ice floes in this lake and the temperature ensures the body temperature of the townspeople.

Secondly, if Smaug is really as described in the prophecy, he will rush out and let the war ignite again on the long lake.

That must be for the purpose of venting anger and killing.

 After it ravaged this area several times, only Changhu Town was left. Because it was still quite a distance from the Lonely Mountain, there was no gold in it, and there were not many people there, so Smaug didn't show interest and start a massacre.

After it becomes angry, the target of the massacre must first be set at Changhu Town and fly towards here.

And although ruins like Riverdale City are nearby, they have been attacked and massacred by it long ago, but they will not be noticed by Smaug.

“Lights will be lit in all the houses and streets in Changhu Town that can still stand.”

Walking among the charred ruins, Lan made suggestions on the plan.

Thranduil and Bard listened carefully.

“We have to make Smaug think there are many people here, otherwise I don’t think the dragon will be happy just destroying a bunch of lifeless buildings.”

Thranduil said casually while looking around Changhu Town.

"It is an evil race created by Morgoth in order to defeat the Valar and good beings. It is by nature."

“Remember, when your people enter Riverdale City to take shelter, they must not light a spark in the open air!”

“The evil dragon has sharp eyes and a quick mind. If it sees the fire again in the long-abandoned River Valley City, none of us can predict its next move.”

Thranduil's first sentence is a response to Lan En, and the following sentence is a warning to Bard.

 At such an urgent moment, Bard did not bother to refute the Elf King's statement. He just nodded heavily and seriously to express his understanding.

 The situation and image of Changhu Town are even worse than usual.

Thranduil walking here even made Bard feel a little uneasy, because the difference in temperament and deportment between the Elf King and this dilapidated town was too big.

Lan En's temperament and demeanor are not much better, but because of his approachable personality, he is easy to deal with, so Bud did not feel this way when he walked with him before.

 But Thranduil himself seemed completely indifferent to the environment here.

 Because he is now looking at this town with the mentality of observing a preset battlefield.

As for the battlefield, even elves are not so naive as to think that beauty and comfort can be achieved on the battlefield.

During the Battle of the Final Alliance, Thranduil once invaded the heart of Mordor, which was occupied and plagued by orcs for a long time. The situation was much worse than that of Lake Town.

 “Hey! Bard, Lann!”

While walking, there was a loud noise calling two people's names and they ran over.

 are the dwarves who were left in Changhu Town yesterday.

Fili was holding his brother Kili's arm. Kili's leg injury looked like it was going to kill him yesterday, but now he can walk on his feet.

 “This is considered a cure? The effect is remarkable.”

Lan En congratulated the dwarves. Thranduil behind him raised his hand slightly, and the twenty elven archers following him stopped simultaneously and watched quietly from behind.

“The elves’ medical skills combined with the king’s leaf sword grass can cure the disease!”

Ouyin, who had a copper speaker plugged into his ear, waved his hand and seemed very happy.

Bofur also interjected: "Unfortunately, the female elf is a bit ugly. She has no beard at all on her face, her figure is skinny, and she has no strength at all. Hey!"

 Halfway through Bofur's words, Qili from behind gently hit him on the shoulder with his fist. He turned around in confusion and dissatisfaction.

“He saved my life, can you please stop gossiping behind my back, huh?”

Kili said dissatisfiedly, and Bofur immediately raised his hands to indicate that he would stop talking. He is also reasonable and grateful, but dwarves are generally outspoken.

 After Kili finished arguing with Bofur, Fili watched Lan talking to a group of people behind him.

 “Are you, the people in this town, going to move out?”

 When his eyes glanced at the elves led by Thranduil, the dwarf's eyes flashed with alertness and resistance.

“Yes, this place cannot be inhabited, especially now that it is very cold. We are going to go to the ruins of River Valley City to see if we can clear out a residential area.”

Bard was carrying a bow and arrows and rewrapped black arrows, and said to Fili.

 After hearing this, the dwarves looked at each other, and they were all a little surprised.

“Going to River Valley City? You’re on the way to Gushan! You guys saved us last night. Come on, we can help you carry your luggage!”

With that said, several dwarves excitedly rushed to the townspeople and started working.

 While Lan En looked at the back of the cheerful dwarf, he approached Thranduil.

Bent down slightly, leaned closer and asked.

"Dwarves and elves have never dealt with each other, but I heard before that the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain are particularly unfriendly to the elves of the Woodland Kingdom? Is there anything going on in this?"

Thranduil sneered indifferently, raised his hand and gently pushed aside the cloak hanging in front of him.