Chapter 1128: 1110 bad temper

Chapter 1128 1110. Bad temper

Based on the first batch of gold delivered at dusk, humans and the dwarves in the Lonely Mountain have at least established a certain degree of mutual trust again.

Early the next morning, the dwarves had returned to the lonely mountain happily.

The elves and humans in River Valley City also calmed down.

No one seems to think that in this scenario, there is any need to face each other with swords and be stained with blood.

But when the sun rose a little higher, a rumble of marching sound suddenly came from the hills east of Gushan.

The townspeople in the river valley city were as panicked as if their buttocks were on fire.

Most of them have only received their weapons for two days. Although they have practiced a few times during this period, they are still reluctant to be called militiamen.

“It’s a dwarf!”

The armed townspeople on the city wall turned around and shouted in panic.

“An army of dwarves!”

“The dwarves are treacherous!?”

“Are they coming to attack us?”

In order to survive for themselves and their families, the townspeople of Changhu Town can make a desperate move and muster up the courage to go to Thorin to ask for the promised gold.

But they didn't think they had any chance of winning against a heavily armed dwarf army.

The dwarves who looked like iron pillars stood on the top of the hills to the east of the Lonely Mountain, forming a row of people shining with a dull steel light.

The goat with external armor is the cavalry mount of the dwarves. This goat has excellent endurance and can move flexibly in mountains and hills. It is the traditional war beast of the dwarves.

Dwarves wearing heavy armor, as well as restless goat war beasts, these sporadic sounds are superimposed together, naturally giving off a chilling military atmosphere.

“Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Don’t talk nonsense!”

Bard shouted loudly in the crowd to suppress people's panic.

“The gold the dwarves sent yesterday was not fake! The dwarves were with us yesterday, weren’t they? They are sincere! Don’t panic!”

If the townspeople were allowed to talk nonsense in fear, then after a few more rounds of communication, the purpose of these dwarves would become "to cause massacre" in the townspeople's mouths.

From a row of dwarves on the hill, three figures emerged from the crowd and rode down the slope.

One of them is an old human man wearing gray robes and white hair, tall and tall.

The other one was wearing the characteristic armor of the dwarves full of geometric lines, and was riding a sturdy and stocky armored boar.

The other one is a pretty decent dwarf goat.

Bard, who hurriedly climbed up the city wall, felt even more relieved when he saw this situation.

His frowned brows relaxed and he spoke to his son behind him.

"It seems that the wizard in gray robes has reached a conclusion with the dwarves. I will go to meet them. Barn, take care of your sisters."

Bard’s three children were already sensible in this difficult day, and now they are helping him with many things.

"Everything is fine!" After instructing his son, Bard raised his hand and waved it downwards, showing it to the townspeople gathered under the city wall.

The panicked crowd was eagerly looking at him.

"It's okay! Go back and do the work!"

After being reiterated by Bard again, the townspeople seemed to finally calm down and dispersed into the city.

The elves are more calm.

Thranduil, who was sitting next to the stag, narrowed his eyes keenly at this time.

There is no problem with the gold in Changhu Town, but it still looks menacing. Does that mean it has objections to their elves?

Sure enough, a dwarf with a thick head armor and a wild boar on his crotch sauntered closer.

In his hand he held a square-peened hammer the size of a man's head.

“You are the ones surrounding Gushan?”

After getting closer, people found that this was a very typical dwarf.

He has a strong beard and a stocky figure. The beard around his mouth is braided into fangs and curves upward to shape.

Like a ferocious and arrogant wild boar.

His words and behavior are exactly like that.

“Okay, my cousin Thorin has recaptured the Lonely Mountain, and then you will surround him while he is alone!”

Dane was obviously a bit shorter than everyone else, but now the wild boar pacing around his crotch seemed to be surrounding them.

The huge square-head hammer in his hand kept turning, just like a skilled carpenter who was familiar with the feel of the hammer before starting work and was ready to smash it out at any time.

“You still want to extort the treasures accumulated by our dwarves in the Lonely Mountain!”

 Lan En calmly looked at the hot-tempered 'dwarf' in front of him: "I have to clarify, I am not blackmailing, and my partial ownership of this treasure was personally recognized by Thorin Oakenshield."

"Yes, I heard Bahrain say it last night." Dane remained unmoved, "But one code is one code! The money should be given to us, but the land issue must not be mixed with sand! You have surrounded the lonely mountain, then All other explanations should be put to the back of the table!”

“Don’t even think about mentioning anything until this matter is resolved!”

Although he was responding to Lan En, the arrogant dwarf always looked at Thranduil on the stag.

The meaning is self-evident.

The Elf King was so angry that his eyes rounded up, and his delicate face almost laughed in anger.

"But regarding the orc army, it comes before all other issues, right?"

Just before the atmosphere became tense and tense, Lan En suddenly spoke.

At this time, not only Thranduil, but also Dane was relieved of his anger.

This is almost needless to say, the hatred between elves, dwarves and orcs has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

This is not only racial hatred, but also the opposition between good and evil in this special world.

The stag's hooves clicked a few steps, and Thranduil turned his head automatically, not facing Dane directly.

And [Iron Foot] Dane also snorted coldly, causing the wild boar that had been pacing in circles to return to the front.

“Yeah, those orcs are like bitches!”

 Dane's tone was like a hungry wolf chewing bones.

“Gandalf talked nonsense to me all night, and I ended up not knowing where the dirty army was!”

"We dwarves' axes and hammers are indestructible, but we can't split the air and smash it to pieces. You guys have to tell me where those Orcs are! Where Azog the **** is! Better before my patience runs out!"

“Yes, we are also thinking about this problem.” Lan En should be the only person who can talk calmly in front of Dane, a grumpy dwarf.

For some reason, Dane couldn't get angry even if he wanted to get angry at him.

This big guy always seems to make sense when he says it.

“As expected, their efficiency in gathering forces is very high. They also move very fast.”

Lan En looked at Gandalf, and the old wizard nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.