Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1104 1086. The evil dragon is coming!

 Lan En learned about the form of [Golden Pine Resin in Bulk] during a chat with Lorenzo, and then after returning to the Magical Middle Ages, he manually divided several whole packages of [Golden Pine Resin] into small oilcloth-packed bulk.

 Easier and faster to use, but lasts shorter.

　　Hey, Lao Luo is good at everything, but he’s not very good at being a good person.

No wonder Kong was very capable, reliable and had a strong sense of responsibility, but in the end it was his turn to ascend to the throne because the previous leader of the Knights of Lothric died in the rebellion.

The souvenirs were all collected by Velvet Ball himself, and he didn’t even have the intention to give them away.

There are not many [Golden Pine Resins] that can bloom golden thunder, so Lan En can only hand over to the Elf Archers all the [Higher North Wind] alchemy bombs he currently has.

Ever since he pieced together most of the alchemy recipes treasured by demon hunters in Kaer Morhen's collection, Lann began to simultaneously upgrade his alchemy reserves.

 Sword oil, magic potion, alchemy bomb, decoction.

 Without a shortage of money, his own alchemy talent was considered "commendable", so the level of these consumables quickly reached the top.

Lann doesn’t understand Smaug. The dragons in this world are not natural creatures, but a race of war machines created by Morgoth.

Many of Lane's experiences therefore probably cannot be copied.

But there is probably no doubt that the evil dragon uses dragon fire to show off its evil.

The [North Wind], which has high body temperature, high heat resistance and can burst out cold air, is the best choice.

  Unfortunately, after the situation between the north and the south became increasingly complicated, Tissaya and Margarita had little time to inject additional magical freezing air into Lan En's [North Wind] bomb.

For example, in Ashina Country, a [North Wind] bomb froze the rebel Ninja Owl and the earth spirit [Fire Feather Mist Crow] he had surrendered at the same time. It was impossible.

 So this is just a bunch of [Higher North Wind] with ordinary specifications.

As the night gets darker, the golden sunset first turns red and then disappears into the dark horizon.

Although Lan En and Bard were still lighting the lamps in an orderly manner, their psychology and spirit were slowly becoming tense at the same time.

After lighting the lamps on both sides of the last trail, Lan jumped lightly onto the roof of the house that had not collapsed and looked towards the north.

There is not a trace of fire in the ruins of Riverdale City, and the townspeople seem to have completely complied with Bard and the instructions he gave.

 This made Lan En feel a little relieved.

Bard was also standing on the top of a broken wooden tower, looking nervously to the north, but he was looking in the direction of Lonely Mountain.

"Look!" Suddenly, Bard, who was holding on to the railing with one hand to stabilize his body, stretched out his upper body and shouted towards Lan En.

 “There is fire in the lonely mountain!”

There was indeed a fire, flickering on and off, bursts of fire.

Although Gushan is a large mine built in the mountain, there are still many openings outside the mountain for ventilation.

 It was already night, the weather was getting colder, and cold fog began to drift over the lake and mountains again.

The firelight in the mountain was scattered through the cold fog, turning into a foggy light spot that was not very shiny on the mountain.

"What's the situation now?"

Footsteps as light as falling leaves sounded one after another. It was Thranduil leading his elven archers over.

The Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom asked in a deep voice.

 Previously, they were responsible for lighting lamps in another direction and were familiar with the terrain of Changhu Town.

Each of them knew that to fight against such a powerful creature as the evil dragon, if they did not rely on the power of a large army, they would have to make good use of every inch of the terrain.

 Fortunately, this is above the Long Lake.

According to Thranduil's mystical view of this world, the power of the dragon's flames was suppressed by the power of the long lake, the melting water of the snowy mountains and the convergence of the rivers.

 The cold lake water is a favorable terrain for them.

Although the twenty elite elven archers were not panicking at this time, their handsome faces under their golden helmets mostly had expressions of solemnity and deep breathing.

Although most of them have lived for thousands of years, who can say that they are not nervous from the bottom of their hearts when facing an evil dragon?

Thranduil is dressed in exquisite and graceful silver armor and a cloak with silver patterns on a black background.

It's just that at this time, his hand was not on the handle of the long knife at his waist, but he picked up the bow and arrow.

 A composite bow made from a mixture of unknown wood and silver metal.

Facing Thranduil’s inquiry, although Bard was nervous, he still conveyed everything he saw.

 “Bursts of fire?”

Thranduil murmured in a low voice and frowned at the same time.

At this time, an elf archer had the same lucky mentality as Bard just now.

 “Maybe that’s a sign of the dwarves’ success?”

 The shooter spoke softly.

"We have seen it before, haven't we? The furnace in Gushan is running, smelting out countless gold and silver ores. The fire is burning day and night, and can be seen in Changhu Town, symbolizing the wealth and prosperity of Gushan Kingdom. Prosperity."

Now that Thorin Oakenshield is leading a team to the Lonely Mountain to restore his kingdom, there are only two outcomes in everyone's mind.

 One is that the country is restored successfully, and the other is that the evil dragon wakes up and all the dwarves are wiped out.

It depends on whether it is the dwarf messenger or the evil dragon Lieyan who spreads the news. Bard on the ruined tower pursed his lips and looked solemn.

 Lan En did not speak beside him.

Thranduil shook his head directly: "We have all seen what the Gushan Kingdom looked like in its prosperous period, and we have also seen how the huge smelting furnace works."

“The fire didn’t come out in bursts.”

The Elf King's voice carries a sense of reason, a kind of calmness that can only be dealt with calmly after seeing bad situations happen uncontrollably.

 “Get ready to fight! Follow the plan! Everyone get into the predetermined positions! Hurry!”

 After Thranduil issued the order, the twenty elite elven archers no longer had any objections.

They spread out around Changhu Town with light steps, each looking for a shooting position.

With a muffled sound of ‘bang’, Lan En, who was much heavier than the elves but lighter than his size should be, jumped down from the high roof and landed next to Thranduil.

 “Are they all equipped with what I gave them?”

Lan En didn’t bring many [Higher North Wind] with him, only five, and they were all given to the elves.

“It’s difficult to hang a ball on an arrow.” Thranduil said expressionlessly, “But it doesn’t matter. For us, as long as we weigh it in our hands, it will be no problem to hang it on the arrow.”

“Besides, you don’t have to come here to talk to me, Adanisil.”

Thranduil raised his head and glanced at Lan next to him.

"I am not afraid of fighting, nor will I run away from the battle. As long as there is a chance to kill Smaug, I will persist until the end to determine the result."

Lan En smiled sheepishly.

 In front of the elves in this world, he still seems a bit immature.

After all, he only saw a drop in the ocean of memories that spanned tens of thousands of years in the gene seeds. It was a timeline that took many space warriors to piece together.

 But among the elves in this world, many of them have lived for thousands of years.

 Needless to say, everyone knows their combat goals today.

 That’s it—kill the dragon!

Soon, the fire that was still on the distant mountain became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, it became bigger and bigger, which meant that it was getting closer!

When the firelight finally came down from the mountainside of Gushan and flew at a lower altitude, the foot of Gushan Mountain and the shore of Changhu Lake were all illuminated with golden light by the firelight!

 It’s like a little sun!

 “I am fire! I am death!”

 A roar that was too low to sound like a humanoid's throat echoed in the air.

It certainly did not come from the mouth of a humanoid creature.

It is said that on the day when Lonely Mountain and River Valley City were destroyed, people did not see the evil dragon at first, but saw a hurricane first!

 The description of this legend is extremely accurate.

Smaug's wings can forcefully carry his own weight, as well as the thick layer of liquid gold covering his body, into the sky, and fly!

The power of this kind of power is unimaginable!

The evil dragon is a creation of Morgoth. It is a war machine created by him to deal with the mythical battlefield when this world was not long ago created!

This level of power is natural.

Smaug flew close to the surface of the Long Lake. The fire that shone from the inside of his chest and throat was horrifying!

Every time the wings flap, the huge air pressure will leave two huge sunken bowl-shaped holes on the water. The vacancies in the lake will not be filled until it flies forward.

 Flapping his wings again and again, fanning the lake water, the flow pattern of these liquids was messed up!

 The waves in an inland lake, when accumulated, look like they are on a rough sea!

 As the evil dragon attacks, its dark and evil power begins to bring about changes in the surrounding atmosphere.

The bright moon that was hanging peacefully in the sky began to be obscured by thick dark clouds, as well as the stars scattered in the night sky.

 The sky above Changhu Town suddenly became gloomy.

 Gloomy and restless.

 Like a dangerous flame that cannot be set off!

The orange-red fireball falling from the isolated mountain in the distance first flew at low altitude over the lake.

　　It caused waves wherever it passed, and the speed of its flight also created a ferocious water splash trail on the lake.

Just when the orange fireball approached Changhu Town, it suddenly jumped up!

The flapping wings at an elevated height brought a huge amount of air flow, which flowed crazily through the streets and buildings of Changhu Town.

 Even several nearby houses were blown away! The tiles and wooden walls were blown up into the sky like gravel, shattered into sawdust, and then crackled down again!

Immediately afterwards, the orange-red fireball that rose in height and slowed down revealed its slender and ferocious tail that was hidden in the shadow behind the firelight.

The dragon's wings open and close like a razor, and there is an evil and fierce dragon head mounted on a slender neck!

 Smaug the dragon!

And what slowed down this ferocious beast was not that it changed its mind, became kind-hearted, and became tolerant when it came to Changhu Town.

 It raised its altitude and slowed down its speed just to allow Long Yanzai to plow through Changhu Town carefully!

"Roar!!"

In the gloomy night and misty cold fog, Smaug's figure flashed across the town.

Only the orange-red dragon flames sprayed out and spread out from its mouth, which was so bright that it dazzled the eyes!