Chapter 1095: 1077 black arrow

Chapter 1095 1077. Black Arrow

"Everyone wants to sit back and enjoy peace, Your Majesty. But if peace can be 'thought', then it is too worthless."

Thranduil's true appearance in front of Lan En did not make the witcher feel any discomfort.

This kind of dragon flame burns into the bones and flesh, but is blocked by the power of the elf itself. The wounds caused by the repeated sawing and destruction of the two forces are so ferocious that they can frighten many veterans on the battlefield.

But in Lan En’s [Memory Diving], the enemies faced by the human empire in the interstellar era, the destruction that those monsters and monsters can cause is even more terrifying.

The green-skinned Orks' crude and unreasonable homemade weapons, the flesh-eating guns of the new enemy Zerg that suddenly appeared on the edge of the galaxy, and the evil creations among the Eldar who specialize in torture as an art.

Being scratched by any of these things will make anyone shudder at the traces of wounds.

As for the Space Marines, as the force of the human empire that confronts these monsters, those horrific scars have long been spread all over their bodies.

At the end of the day, it’s just a wound.

“You all believe in prophecies, and maybe you have your own reasons for this. But please forgive me, I come from a distant place, and our attitude towards prophecies is more cautious.”

Lan En said carefully as he considered his words.

Thranduil, who originally had his face facing Lan En, seemed to have calmed down and retracted his forward body.

At the same time, the hideous wounds on his face disappeared like an illusion, turning into delicate and fair skin again.

He sat condescendingly on the back of the stag and looked at the witcher calmly.

“The prophecy only said that Smaug would cause the Lake to ignite war again, but it didn’t say whether Smaug was dead or not?”

Lan En spread his hands and said seemingly unintentionally.

But this statement caused Thranduil to chuckle on the stag's back. Of course, the chuckle contained his signature coldness.

“Oh, I understand. Adanisil, do you want to kill the dragon and gain the reputation of [Dragon Slayer]?”

“But there are countless people who want to kill Smaug from ancient times to the present, not to mention the people in Riverdale and the Lonely Mountain. Those dwarves and humans even fight the evil dragon for the lives of themselves and their families.”

"But what happened? The dragon was unscathed. Its scales were so indestructible that swords, crossbows, and catapults couldn't even scratch it."

"Not only can't it be hit, but it can't even be hit at all. Because that dirty beast flies up with great force and can go straight into the sky. Only things like catapults or crossbows can hit it, but only within the range. It’s just ‘able to catch’.”

“Whether it is possible to hit a free-flying dragon with weapons on the ground is difficult, I think the descendants of Girion can answer it.”

Thranduil said with sarcasm.

But the sarcasm was not directed at Bard, it was just the Elf King's habit of speaking that affected him.

“That would be difficult, especially since Smaug is not a clumsy flyer, but agile and ferocious.”

Bard pursed his lips and said.

“But I still have to explain: The original Lord of Dale City shot Smaug! He used the black arrow shot by the dwarf wind crossbow to break a scale at the base of Smaug’s left wing! Almost knocking off the entire scale!”

Facing Bard’s statement, Thranduil looked cold.

“Don’t fool me with legends, Bud.”

“Everyone knows that it is just a wishful legend, just to give your ancestors a decent account.”

Considering Bard’s identity, the appearance of this black arrow is quite reasonable and convincing.

This arrow is almost the same size as the dragon-hunting arrow used by Lan En in the World of Fire and the Silver Knights of Irushil in the Cold Valley.

It can be used as a short spear by ordinary people.

The length must be about one and a half meters.

However, what is different from the silver knights’ dragon-hunting arrows that ordinary people can’t hold with one hand, and whose arrowheads also use square pyramid armor-piercing heavy arrows, is that the black arrows have an unimaginable light texture.

Lan En took it from Bard's hand and looked at it. This all-metal arrow was as thick as a thumb and about one and a half meters long. The weight in his hand was even less than that of a silver fork!

The arrow finally has tail feathers that are also made of metal. The thin steel does not feel like it is being bent at all.

The arrow is made of a steel shaft that bifurcates into two branches. Finally, at the top, it looks like two black snakes chasing each other, twisting and converging into a cone shape.

“Black Arrow.”

Even Thranduil looked at the arrow in trance and murmured.

"Yes." Bard responded simply, "The last black arrow in the world."

"This is an opportunity." Lan En also stood beside him and played the drum. "If it is true as you said, Your Majesty. The black arrow is made from the ancient technology of the dwarves. It can kill the evil dragon with one blow."

“This, then, will be the last chance to drive the Shadow of Smaug from the north of Middle-earth once and for all.”

“Then the entire area will return to its former prosperity, and your woodland kingdom will have a peaceful life again, without having to worry about dragon fire falling from the sky.”

Thranduil looked deeply at the black arrow in Bard's hand.

It can be seen from his face that he has actually gritted his teeth and was engaged in some kind of ideological struggle in his heart.

Lann looked at Thranduil out of the corner of his eye. He opened his mouth again, wanting to continue to persuade him from another angle and help deal with Smaug.

In terms of logical reasoning and communicative persuasion, Lan En can explain the same thing from hundreds of different angles if he wants to.

The Emperor's Children are adept at using diplomacy to achieve their goals.

But before Lann could speak again, Thranduil raised his hand to stop him.

Lan En raised his brows in slight shock at first, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

"You don't need to fan the flames anymore, Adanisil. This is an opportunity that only comes once in a thousand years, and I know it very well."

Thranduil still spoke in that elegant and calm tone.

But his face was still immersed in some kind of struggling emotion, but he had already made up his mind in words.

Emotions are just residue, reason is the guide for doing things.

"The evil dragon does not know the existence of this arrow. It is predicted that it will destroy this dilapidated town. In this vast area that is desolate because of it, there is only this small town."

Thranduil murmured, as if he was telling some kind of story or interpreting a prophecy.

"It was annoyed by the dwarves, so after killing the dwarves, it rushed out to kill as usual, vent its anger, and enjoy the screams and howls. But here, there is a black arrow."

After finishing speaking, Thranduil's tone suddenly increased.

“Legolas!”