Chapter 1139 1121. Struggle with Desire
The elves who were defending against River Valley City could receive a large amount of support from the humans behind them, so their losses began to be greatly reduced.
ˆ Qilin and Rongbuqiu also helped them in time.
So the elves have stabilized their position amidst the black wave of orcs.
But in the other direction, the situation of the dwarves who chose Lonely Mountain as their backing was not optimistic.
Although on the temporary city gate built by Thorin and the others, Fili, Kili, Bangbo, etc., a dozen dwarves were desperately shooting arrows from bowstrings and crossbows, but how dense could the shooting density of a dozen people be? ?
The orcs' crudely crafted, almost barely hammered-out armor looked fragile when faced with the true craftsmanship of the dwarves.
The dwarf’s arrows easily penetrated the black iron-like armor and penetrated into the orc’s body.
But this is far from enough.
A volley of fire from a dozen dwarves knocked down a dozen orcs, but then more orcs rushed over.
“Form up! Reassemble the team!”
Dane stepped back and shouted, but even so, his position was still at the front of all the dwarves.
The heavily armored wild boar mount had been overturned by several orcs in the melee just now, and then stabbed to death.
Dain's first roar was obviously to greet his Ironfoot soldiers.
The second cry was towards the temporary city gate of Lonely Mountain: "Where is Thorin!? My brother! Why doesn't he fight with us?!"
Dain is also the most annoying among the dwarves, stubborn, hot-tempered, and rude.
But no one can deny his courage and the fact that he is a good soldier and leader.
At this time, he was roaring like a wounded tiger on the fierce battlefield, like a wounded tiger who would never admit defeat.
The dwarves in the Lonely Mountain heard Dane's roar clearly, and their apple muscles bulged from clenching their teeth.
“Open the city gate!”
“Let’s go down and fight with them!”
“We live and die together!”
Ge Luoyin spoke first, and then everyone responded. A dozen pairs of short legs jumped up and were about to walk under the city gate.
But in the darkness deep in the lonely mountain, there was a sound.
“Don’t move.”
All the dwarves who were in a heated atmosphere just now cast their eyes in disbelief in that direction.
Because it was Thorin's voice.
"No one is allowed to act rashly! Guarding the lonely mountain and the treasures here is our greatest responsibility!"
Ignoring these loyal friends and subordinates who trusted him wholeheartedly, Thorin turned around and walked away.
These dwarves were gathered by Thorin and joined the expedition from a life that had stabilized and found a stable path again.
Thorin took over the leadership at the most difficult time for the Lonely Mountain dwarves.
His grandfather was beheaded by Azog, and his father disappeared in the subsequent revenge. The Lonely Mountain dwarves had already lost their hometown and property because of the evil dragon, and then they lost even a leader who could make decisions. .
At this time, it was Thorin who led the tribe to persevere through the huge psychological gap and practical difficulties.
From a dwarf sitting on a golden mountain, facing reality, he became a dwarf working hard to make a living.
The life of the dwarves in Gushan has gradually stabilized. Although it is difficult, everyone knows that it is not easy. So they also built a hall in Thorin's name called Thorin's House. to remember his contribution.
Dwalin's face, which always showed a tough guy attitude, the corners of his mouth that were sobbing with sadness, and the tears in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.
He closed his eyes: "You now wear a crown and sit on a throne. But Thorin. You are smaller than ever!"
"Don't say that!" Thorin shouted uncontrollably, "I am the king! You say that as if I were still the little Thorin Oakenshield."
With Dwalin gone, Thorin felt a splitting headache and had no idea when he would be alone.
He stumbled down to the treasure hall without even knowing how.
Countless gold, silver and precious stones, piled as high as a mountain.
He was a dwarf standing among the piles of gold coins, his steps stumbling and clattering.
Obviously he is the owner of this wealth, but Thorin feels like how can he be so insignificant in front of these mountains of gold and silver?
His face was pale, and he felt like ten thousand voices were whispering to him in his head.
Those were the voices he was once familiar with, but now in this splendid treasure hall that shimmers with misty golden light, these voices seem to have been alienated by the treasure.
becomes vague and distant, as if whispering and mocking him.
‘People are dying outside, Thorin! ’
‘Human life is not as good as gold! ’
‘Is gold more important than you and the honor of your family? ’
‘Gandalf, that gold has been entangled by an evil dragon and will erode people’s hearts! And we all know that Thorin Oakenshield still has dragon disease in his family bloodline! ’
‘But I believe in him, a noble soul will defeat greed. ’
Dwalin’s voice, Lann’s voice, Gandalf talking to Elrond
These voices seemed to penetrate into Thorin's mind, causing him to kneel down in pain.
Kneel down on this golden mountain and silver sea.
Not only were these sounds, but it seemed as if they were far away from Elbor. Those tragic sounds of fighting, the roars of the Iron-footed Army dwarves before they died, and the sound of steel clashing all came to Thorin's mind.
This golden mountain and silver sea, which was not stable to begin with, slipped because of Thorin's walking and kneeling movements.
The gold coins slid down with a splash, and the smell of the dragon buried deep inside them emanated from the gaps in the coins.
The towering Jinshan Mountain collapsed, the hill slid down, and the other side rose due to accumulation.
It’s like there is actually a living thing under this boundless mountain of gold and silver sea.
A huge and evil creature is slowly moving its long tail and wings!
It’s like. Like there’s a dragon underneath!
Thorin reached out his hand, trying to keep the lost roars in his mind, the dwarves' dying sobs. It seems that as long as these are kept, those dwarves will not die.
But he didn’t dare to extend his hand too far, as if he was afraid of waking up the ‘evil dragon’ under the pile of gold coins.
Tangled, fearful, and struggling. Thorin just wanted to tear his brain apart.
‘Thorin, I’m worried’
This is the voice of Bahrain, their voice before embarking on this journey of national restoration.
‘You know, your grandfather, your father, they were both stricken with the dragon disease. Maybe we shouldn't go back to Elbor again. ’
The gold coins are falling more and more, and it looks like the gold coins at the top of the Jinshan Mountain will fall down. It seemed to completely submerge Thorin who was kneeling on it.
“But I am not. My grandfather.”
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