Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 1139

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.

Qilin and Rongbuqiu also helped them in time.

Therefore, the elves have stabilized their position among the black wave of orcs.

But in the other direction, the situation for 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' armor was crudely made, almost barely hammered into shape, and seemed fragile when faced with the true craftsmanship of the dwarves.

The dwarf's arrow easily penetrated the black iron-like armor and penetrated into the orc's body.

But this is not 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 directed at the temporary city gate of Lonely Mountain: "Where is Thorin!? My brother! Why doesn't he fight with us?!"

Dane 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 with his hair erupting on the tragic battlefield, like a wounded tiger that would never admit defeat.

The dwarves in the Lonely Mountain clearly heard Dane's roar, and their apple muscles bulged from gritting 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. More than a dozen pairs of short legs jumped up, and they 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 had been in a heated atmosphere just now cast incredulous glances in that direction.

Because that 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 and walked away.

These dwarves were gathered by Thorin and joined the expedition from a life where they had settled down 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.

So even though they knew they would have to risk and work hard in the wilderness for a whole year, and finally face Smaug's dragon fire, there were still twelve dwarves willing to follow Thorin.

But now these twelve dwarves feel that they almost don't know Thorin anymore.

Thorin sat down on the throne in a daze, wearing his grandfather's luxurious cloak and his grandfather's gold and iron crown on his head.

Behind his throne is the cliff. Looking down, you can take in the entire treasure hall.

A dreamy and charming golden color. Under the light of this gold, it seems that even the smell of dragon is not a problem.

Thorin felt a headache, but he couldn't help but indulge in the golden light.

He held his hand on his forehead. The warrior who once could fight with a heavy and stuffy helmet all day like a normal person now felt that his head wearing only a crown felt extremely heavy.

"How long have I been sitting here?"

As soon as the muttering voice came out, even Thorin himself was startled.

The voice was too dull, too hoarse, and too unlike the sound that a human throat could produce.

Instead, it looks like Smaug!

Thinking of this, Thorin's body instinctively shuddered.

When he drove the evil dragon out of the Lonely Mountain that day, Thorin used the dragon's flames to curse at the evil dragon, killing its rationality.

The evil dragon's voice at that time was something he would never forget.

"Thorin!"

A voice and footsteps came together from a distance, menacingly.

The Solitary Mountain Throne is built at the end of a towering stone bridge. There are no guardrails in the entire length of the stone bridge. The king on the throne can overlook his wealth and kingdom.

When others came to see him, they had to walk across the unobstructed stone bridge to come to the king.

The visitor is Dwalin.

The most senior professional soldier in the Lonely Mountain Expedition, he has served in the Lonely Mountain army since before the evil dragon attacked. He is Thorin's most loyal friend and subordinate, and he can even use his elder status to reprimand Thorin's two nephews in the expedition, and no one thinks there is any problem.

He can fight tooth and nail for Thorin, and he has actually fought many times.

Since embarking on his journey, he has been concise, doing more than talking, and carrying out Thorin's orders without compromise.

But today, everyone felt that if he couldn't explain it clearly to Thorin, then no one could.

"When can we abandon our own people?"

Dwalin, a tough dwarf, curled his mouth downwards, looking as if he was about to cry with grief and anger, and the veins on his bald head popped out.

"Dane's Ironfoot troops are bleeding and dying! Even the elves are fighting **** battles below!"

"War. Yes! There's a war going on outside."

But Thorin didn't seem to see the expressions of his loyal friends and subordinates. He just stared blankly at the misty golden light reflected from under the throne.

"There are caves connected with caves in this mountain. As long as we transport the gold deeper, we will be safe!"

"Right, that is it!"

Thorin stood up suddenly.

He was wearing a luxurious fur cloak and standing next to Dwalin in his simple traveling attire, which he never changed. He seemed to be from two different worlds.

Dwalin's eyes were full of disappointment, sadness, and disbelief.

"Are you listening to me? Dane and the others are killing people!"

"If you die, you will die!" Thorin waved his hand, "How can we fight without dying? There are many people, but they are worthless! But what about the gold here? The gold here is worth the last drop of our blood!"

Dwalin's face always showed a tough guy attitude, the corners of his mouth 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 yelled like he was out of control, "I am the king! When you say that, it's like I'm still the insignificant Thorin Oakenshield."

Dwalin left, and Thorin felt a splitting headache. He didn't know when he would be alone.

He stumbled down to the treasure hall without even knowing how.

Countless gold, silver and precious stones were 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 these wealth, but Thorin feels that he is so insignificant in front of these mountains and seas 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.

It became vague and distant, like it was whispering and mocking him.

'People are dying outside, Thorin! '

'A human life is not worth gold! '

'Is gold more important than you and your family's honor? '

'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 sounds seemed to penetrate Thorin's mind, causing him to kneel down in pain.

Kneel down on this golden mountain and silver sea.

Not only were there 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 collapsed, the hill slid down, and the other side rose due to accumulation.

It's like there is actually a living creature under this boundless golden mountain and silver sea.

A huge and evil creature is slowly moving its long tail and wings!

It's like...like there's a dragon down there!

Thorin reached out his hand, trying to keep the lost roars in his mind, the dwarfs' dying sobs. It seems that as long as these are kept, those dwarves will not die.

But he didn't dare to stretch his hand too far, as if he was afraid of waking up the 'evil dragon' under the pile of gold coins.

Tangled, fearful, 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 all stricken with dragon disease. Maybe we shouldn't go back to Elbor again. '

More and more gold coins are falling, and it looks like the gold coins at the top of the Jinshan Mountain are about to fall down. It seemed to completely submerge Thorin who was kneeling on it.