Chapter 1120: 1102 Something is wrong

Chapter 1120 1102. Something is wrong

“You’d better just shock.”

Lan En also just woke up. He scratched his hair in annoyance and complained to Thranduil.

“Is it possible that we can really start a war?”

Bard shook his head at the side, but then looked nervously around Lan En and Thranduil.

"Really? We can't really fight, can we? Just for a piece of jewelry?"

Lan En felt that it shouldn't be the case. After all, he, who had heard several descriptions of the treasures in the Gushan Mountain, felt that they should be as exaggerated as gold mountains and silver seas.

A piece of jewelry, according to the aesthetics of the elves, should be the kind of jewelry that is exquisite and elegant. It can be regarded as the "inconspicuous" type in any way.

Thorin would have to be crazy to hold on to it.

Waging a war for a piece of jewelry To be honest, Lan En has always felt that most of the monarchs in the magical medieval times were imbecile and impulsive, short-sighted and had no regard for trustworthiness.

He really doesn’t think much of it.

But even among such monarchs, few would go to war over a piece of jewelry.

But Thranduil looked non-committal towards the mentality shown by the two people.

“The stubbornness of the dwarf’s brain is difficult to describe in words, so be careful.”

Thranduil said as he waved towards the rear of his army.

Suddenly, donkeys neighed and horses brayed, and the elven army uniformly stepped aside to make way for a convoy of pack animals.

There are boxes of vegetables, grains, and even drinks on it.

Bard's eyes lit up, and he quickly called the refugees in Changhu Town to come up and pick up their things.

These are the supplies that the elves agreed to send.

Although Thranduil had already sent a batch of troops along with the mobilization of the army before people left Lake Town last time, the current weather and the barren terrain of the Wasteland of Smaug still exist.

Food is purely consumed without any input. Naturally, the more, the better.

“Thank you for your help, Your Majesty!”

Bard was the leader after all, and the townspeople moved their things with joy, but he had to thank Thranduil first.

The Elf King, who always had a cold face, waved his hand: "No need to thank me, it's just a convenience. I'm just here to collect debts."

After saying that, he grabbed the reins of the stag, turned around and walked back.

Lan En shrugged at Bard from behind: "We don't know how Shun Shui got Shun Shui twice in a row."

Bard smiled approvingly. He had a tough mouth but a soft heart. He had a pretty good impression of this Elf King.

Lan En called Qilin, turned over and rode on it. Bard also received a white horse from the elves' army.

The two men caught up with Thranduil who turned around and was about to walk towards the Lonely Mountain.

"Don't rush to mobilize your troops yet, Thranduil."

Lan En said beside the Elf King.

"You seemed to want to start a war directly when you came up. You also said that you understand the stubborn temper of the dwarves? This war has just started, and things that could have been negotiated have become impossible to negotiate."

“Yes!” Bud supported from the side. "We don't really need to use swords or guns. Your formation is so big, Gushan must have seen it. There are only a dozen of them, so they can definitely talk."

Although Bard dug out the weapons reserves in Riverdale City, he was also preparing to arm the townspeople.

But it was to defend against the orcs, not to fight with the dwarves.

“The treasures in the mountains belong to the citizens of Changhu Town. We stand on the same side on this matter. I think we also have a say, right?”

Bard patted his chest and pointed at the townspeople carrying supplies.

“You want to reason with the dwarves?” Thranduil looked at Bard and Lan in surprise, as if he had seen something incredible.

“There’s nothing wrong with being reasonable if it reduces tensions.”

Thorin said expressionlessly.

“Perhaps I’m afraid that someone will take advantage of the wealth and lead an army to loot!”

"Of course, this is not about you, Lan En. You have a share of the treasure in this mountain, which I personally promised you. I will keep your help in mind and always want to repay you."

“What about us?”

Speaking of this, Bud asked angrily and loudly.

“You once personally promised wealth to the townspeople of Changhu Town. Doesn’t this count?”

“Help? Doesn’t count?”

Thorin asked Bard in return.

"What kind of help is that? It's a forced sale when we have no choice! If I don't do what you say, I won't be able to come to Gushan! How can such a promise count? Ah? Tell me how count!"

“You said that was a forced purchase and sale?”

Bard had an expression of disbelief on his face, mixed with anger.

“The townspeople cheered for your expedition. It was you who persuaded them personally and made them forget the risks involved.”

"Now we have been displaced by orcs and dragons, and are almost freezing to death in the ruins of this wasteland. And all we ask for is the share of gold we promised! Isn't this what it should be?"

"Are the promises that come out of your mouth less valuable than gold? Thorin, King of the Mountain! Grandson of Thror! Son of Thrain!"

The dwarves on the city gate were talking a lot, and their steps were hesitant and their bodies were wavering.

But even these dwarves were speechless by Bard's words, but Thorin just had a dull face, took a few steps back, and let his figure disappear on the city wall.

No longer allow himself to appear in Bard's field of vision.

Giving up the reputation of oneself and the family to preserve the gold. This would be surprising even among the dwarves who are obsessed with gold.

What's more, Thorin's family background is prominent, and it is far beyond the name of ordinary dwarves.

Fili and Kili, the two nephews of Thorin on the city wall, gasped angrily and turned red at Thorin's performance.

It was only because of Thorin's usual majesty as a leader and uncle that they restrained themselves and did not quarrel with Thorin.

But even so, the eyes they looked down at Bard and Lan from the city gate were filled with shame.

They just extended an invitation to Lan En, saying that they would invite him to the King's Hall as a guest once the dragon stench in the Lonely Mountain is cleared away.

But one night passed, they built high walls, set up bows and arrows, and were still on guard.

Fili, Kili, and the other dwarves all more or less dared not look down into the eyes of Bard and Lan.

Veins popped up on Bud's forehead. He never expected that the link that he thought would be the least troublesome would now be the biggest problem.

He roared in anger and hammered his saddle.

"If we don't have gold, we can't rebuild our homes and get a place to live, and the people under the lonely mountain will become history. Damn it! Damn it!"

On the contrary, Lan En, who only spoke at the beginning and then fell silent, looked at the gate of Gushan seriously.

“You go back first.”

"What?"

Bard frowned and looked at Lan, who didn't look back.

"This is not going right. Thorin is not normal. I will go up and talk to him personally. You go back and wait for news."

As he was speaking, there was suddenly a loud sound of cracking stones.

With a ‘click’ sound, the heads of the dwarf stone statues originally standing on both sides of the gate were pushed off and hit the stone bridge of the moat in front of the city gate.

The stone bridge suddenly broke.

The dwarf seems to have shown his determination and attitude through actions.

Bard shook his head with an ugly expression.

“I hope your words are useful.”