Start with the Eye of Sauron

Seeing this "person" flying in front of his eyes with two wings, Smaug tilted his head in doubt, and looked up and down carefully at the person in front of him.

"Oh? What new species is this? Birdman?"

"Fuck you, brother is an angel, what a birdman!"

Thoros held his staff and looked at Smaug face to face.

"It's really a good mount. Come and use it as a means of transportation for me, and let you lie in the pile of jewels every day."

"As long as I want, I will lie in the pile of jewels every minute."

Smaug snorted in dissatisfaction. The large bat in front of him aroused his interest. He didn't mind talking a little more before turning it into a roasted bat.

"You were kicked out by those dwarves, their black arrows can hurt you, otherwise you wouldn't have appeared in Changhu Town!"

Soros didn't show any sympathy for Smaug in front of him, and directly poked his sore spot.

"Damn big bat, who told you to talk to a great dragon like this!"

A fiery dragon's breath spewed out, and Soros disappeared in place instantly, and three fireballs exploded towards Smaug in an instant.

"What are you doing, tickling me? Attacking me with flames is really ridiculous!"

Smaug laughed, letting the fireballs explode on him.

Looking at the unscathed giant dragon, Soros shrugged indifferently. He didn't think that these few fireballs could cause any damage to the giant dragon in front of him.

"Let you taste this stuff."

Thoros threw an even bigger ball of fire, which hurled itself at Smaug.

Smaug flapped his wings and turned his belly up to catch the big ball of fire on his belly.

A Pyroblast exploded on the dragon's belly, and the dragon laughed out loud, hooked.

Soros spread his hands and looked at the dragon.

"It's up to me next!"

Smaug's eyes turned cold in an instant, and it flew towards Soros quickly, and the flames brushed against Soros' body sideways.

"This thing can give me a head burn at most."

Soros dodged the flames of the giant dragon indifferently, and pulled out the ice. Now his body has the blood of the werewolf ancestor and all the energy of Sauron, so it is not a problem to deal with a giant dragon.

When he came to the dragon, Soros slashed at the dragon's wings with a sword.

Smaug dodged suddenly, with a look of surprise on its face.

I actually felt a little dangerous just now, looking at the long sword like a toothpick, I dodged subconsciously.

Human weapons can't hurt me at all, so why do I feel a sense of danger?

Thinking of this, Smaug couldn't hold back his face anymore. It rushed directly towards Soros, and its sharp claws grabbed towards Soros' wings.

Soros didn't mean to dodge at all, and went directly to meet its claws.

Seeing that he had caught Soros' wings, Smaug closed his claws fiercely, and the imaginary sound of bones breaking did not come through.Soros' wings disappeared at that moment.

"My wings are not real, you idiot!"

A sword slashed fiercely on the dragon's claw, a hard scale fell off, and circled behind the dragon. The long sword in Soros' hand slashed towards the place where there were no scales on its body.

A clear bloodstain appeared on the dragon's back, along with a few scales. The dragon roared loudly, and it could clearly feel the pain.

Looking at Soros who was dealing with the dragon above the sky, Bard's eyes were wide open, not knowing how to describe the battle in front of him.

"Dad, have you aimed at the dragon yet?"

Hearing this cry, Bud came back to his senses. He put down the black arrow in his hand, and asked his son to turn his head to take a look at this rare scene in the world.

Bud's son also had his mouth half open, and he froze in place. He pinched himself, thinking that he was dreaming now.

"What is that existence? God?"

Soros in the sky, already holding a long sword, added countless wounds to the dragon.

Smaug was going crazy, he couldn't catch the person in front of him at all, that guy was slipperier than a loach, walking under its claws, it could still hurt it continuously.

Half the scales had been peeled off his body, and Smaug's orange eyes were bloodshot.

"It seems that you are not very convinced."

Thoros suddenly came to Smaug and took back the ice.

Smaug roared loudly at the man in front of him, almost spitting fire at Thoros.

"Let's fight hand to hand now, let me feel how powerful the dragon is."

Looking at the extremely arrogant Soros, Smaug laughed angrily!
"Damn birdman, I will help you!"

Every flap of the huge wings could whip up a gust of wind, and Smaug swooped directly towards Thoros in front of him.

Soros clenched his fist and punched the dragon directly on top of the head.

The fist was instantly covered with blood, and Soros felt that his finger bones were about to break.

"It seems that werewolves will never be able to fight against dragons."

Fists and dragon claws collided, and Soros began to mobilize Sauron's power. As the faint Modo language sounded in the sky, the sky gradually darkened.

Soros' eyes turned orange red, and his fists kept pounding on the dragon's belly. Smaug retreated in pain.

Close to the dragon, Soros quickly waved his fist, and the dragon's claws waved and bumped head-on with him.

After a while, Soros stepped back, coughed fiercely, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Birdman, you are very strong, I can't do anything to you, just leave now, and don't make trouble for yourself."

Looking at Thoros who was panting heavily in front of him, Smaug also felt a little tired. His body was covered with scars and there were few scales left on his body.

"Who said I can't help you anymore, I'm going to accept you."

Seeing the giant dragon spitting out human words in front of him, Soros smiled, and Smaug trembled when he heard it. He turned around and was about to fly away from Long Lake Town.

Bud was shocked beyond description. He walked down the arrow tower with his son, silently heaving a sigh of relief.

At least today, no one will die in Changhu Town.

"The art of controlling the dragon!"

After beating Smaug until he was half disabled, Soros finally began to use what the system gave him. The dragon was difficult to subdue at once, so it would be better to let it bleed first.

Smaug felt that a will was forcibly drilling into his brain, and it began to resist desperately.

With Sauron in his mind, Soros's will can be said to be as firm as a rock. Regardless of the constant impact brought by the spirit of Smaug, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Slowly, the wildness in Smaug's eyes faded, and a submissive look appeared in his eyes. . .