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Chapter 140 Return of the King!
In the depths of the lonely mountain.

End of King's Row.

The broken king's throne.

Sorin Oaken Shield wore a mighty armor inside, a luxurious robe outside, and a delicate crown on his head, sitting on the throne, staring absentmindedly at the burning yellow torch in front of the throne.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from a distance.

Breaking the deathly silence around.

Awakened by the sound of footsteps, Sorin Oakenshield raised his head slightly, and looked forward. His originally dull eyes finally found their focus, and there was a little bit of life.

Straight ahead, on the straight King's Road.

A tall and burly dwarf was striding forward from a distance.

It was the dwarf Dwalin who had just come in from outside.

Just like Dwalin's irritable and straightforward character, he walked straight to Thorin Oakenshield's throne without saying a word, and said directly: "Sorin, when did our Turin clan abandon our flesh and blood compatriots?"

"Dain and the others are bleeding and dying outside, Thorin!"

As one of the hottest and most powerful dwarves in the original expedition team, Dwalin didn't have the slightest irritability on his face at this time, but looked at the king on the throne in front of him with a sad face, and persuaded him in a mournful voice.

It's just that Thorin Oakenshield at this moment was not at all moved by Dwalin's words in front of him.

He didn't dare to look at the sad eyes of his subordinates in front of him, but kept looking around. After a while, he raised his head, looked at Dwalin in front of him and said slowly: "In this mountain of ours, the room in the main hall Layer after layer, there are so many places we can hide."

Thorin Oakenshield's voice fell.

Dwalin looked at Thorin in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Thorin would say such a thing at this moment.

Is this still Sorin who turned the tide by himself in the "Battle of Asanubisa" at the east gate of Moria, when the entire ethnic group was on the verge of destruction?
Is this still the Thorin whom he swore to be loyal to forever?
The steel-willed king who can recover quickly no matter how many blows he takes?
Dwalin's heart grew sadder and more disappointed.

But Thorin Oakenshield didn't notice it at all, or even if he noticed it, he wouldn't be moved at all.

He continued on his own: "We can choose the best place, and then build defenses there, so that we can ensure our safety."

Having said that, Thorin Oakenshield's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly got up and looked at Dwalin in front of him and said, "Yes, yes, this is a good way, that's it!"

"We have to move the gold to the lower level to ensure safety."

The more Thorin Oakenshield said, the more he felt right, and he was about to go out to call someone.

Dewalin, whose eyes were full of disappointment, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He immediately caught up and said loudly, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Sorin, Dyne and the others are under siege, they are being slaughtered!"

Dwalin looked at Thorin in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

Thorin Oakenshield looked at Dwalin in front of him, knowing that he could not avoid this question, he said casually: "There is no such thing as an immortal in war, life is worthless"

"However, there are so many gold treasures in our mountains that cannot be measured by life."

As soon as the treasure was mentioned, Thorin Oakenshield's eyes lit up immediately. He looked at Dwalin in front of him and said very seriously: "There are so many treasures, it is completely worth every drop of our blood."

Looking at Thorin who was completely lost in his eyes by the golden treasure in front of him.

The anger that had just risen in Dwalin's heart quickly disappeared, and what was left was only incomparable sadness and disappointment.

After a while, Dwalin looked at Thorin and said slowly, "You are sitting in this magnificent hall with a crown on your head, but you are humbler than ever before."

After the words fell, Thorin Oakenshield was stunned.

He didn't expect that Dwalin, who had always obeyed his orders, would say that about him.

But why, looking at Dwalin in front of him, Thorin Oakenshield felt extremely sad and sad for no reason.

At this moment, Thorin Oakenshield felt as if he had been abandoned.

He looked at Dwalin very uncomfortable and shook his head, "Don't say that, as if I'm still the little dwarf lord I used to be."

"As if it were still the little Thorin oak shield."

Seeing the disappointment in Dwalin's eyes, Thorin Oak Shield drew out his long sword and pointed at Dwalin and shouted: "I am your king!"

Dwalin continued without showing any weakness: "You have always been my king."

"You could have seen this clearly"

"But now, you can't see clearly what you have become."

Dwalin spoke with great disappointment and sadness.

He had come this time to awaken Thorin.

Unexpectedly, it failed in the end.

"go out!"

"Go away!"

In the palace of the King's Road, angry roars were like thunder.

With the sound of footsteps, they quickly went away.

Everything fell silent again.

River Valley Township.

On the street next to the Town Hall Square.

At this time, there were already corpses strewn all over the field, bloody and messy.

There were half-orc corpses of various shapes and sizes everywhere.

Tall, short, strong, and thin, there were even two corpses of giant armored trolls with a height of more than four meters falling in the street, almost blocking the entire street.

Smelly black blood flowed all over the place.

Puddles of blood and puddles accumulated on the street ground.

Morgan was covered in blood, holding an elf long sword and standing on the edge of the street leading to the city hall square, with only a few arrows left in the quiver on his back.

On one side are Gandalf with a staff and Bilbo with an elf dagger.

In front of the three of them, the remaining seven or eight half-orcs were slowly retreating step by step.

Finally, when they retreated enough distance, the orcs immediately turned around and ran back.

Watching the quickly fleeing orcs disappearing in the corner of the front wall.

None of Morgan and Gandalf Bilbo thought of chasing them.

Just now, wave after wave of half-orc warriors rushed to make the three of them very tired, as evidenced by the half-orc corpses stretching all over the street.

"call"

Bilbo let out a long breath, turned around and looked at the corpses all around him and said, "I think my swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to before."

Gandalf also let out a long sigh of relief, and nodded: "Battle is the best training method. Compared with before, Bilbo, you have indeed improved, and you are more organized."

Morgan wiped the stinky blood off his face, and shook it off casually. When he heard what the two said, he immediately answered the conversation, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he said, "Since you have noticed that you have made progress, shouldn't you call Bilbo like Kili?" I call teacher."

Hearing Morgan's words, Bilbo was stunned for a moment. His footsteps slipped, and he stepped on a half-orc's severed arm and almost fell to the ground.

"teacher?"

Seeing Bilbo's appearance, Gandalf looked at Morgan, and then at Bilbo, wondering.

"Cough cough."

When Gandalf asked about it, Bilbo quickly cleared his throat and said, "It's like this. Morgan taught me how to use swords on the way before."

"After you left the party, Gandalf."

Hearing this, Gandalf immediately understood, stroked his beard, and said, "Well, in this case, you really need to call Morgan a teacher."

After the words fell, Bilbo was stunned.

It wasn't that Bilbo didn't remember Morgan being kind to him.

Just calling Mr. Morgan like that, wouldn't it just make the other party's identity a little lower for no reason.

I can't always call Morgan a teacher when I meet him in the future.

Then how can he play with Morgan.

Just when Bilbo was struggling, Morgan wiped off the smelly blood on his face. Seeing Bilbo's face, he couldn't imagine what the other party was struggling with, so he immediately smiled: "Bilbo, I was just joking with you."

"What I taught you is not enough to be your teacher."

"Of course, if you want to bark, I don't mind."

Morgan's hearty laugh fell, and Bilbo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Just about to keep talking.

Suddenly, a burst of screams and screams came from behind immediately.

The expressions of the three changed.

Morgan turned his head immediately, and there was nothing on the Town Hall Square behind him.

The screaming and screaming continued.

Listening to the direction of the source of the sound, it was obviously coming from the back of the city hall.

Thinking of how Bane led the left-behind elderly, women and children to the grain warehouse to hide.

Morgan's complexion changed drastically immediately: "No, it's from behind the city hall. Barn and the others may be in trouble."

Gandalf obviously knew the seriousness of the matter and immediately said: "Let's go there!"

The two immediately turned around and ran towards the city hall in big strides.

Seeing this, Bilbo immediately followed quickly.

Morgan ran wildly across the town hall square, through the long corridor, through the abandoned garden, and soon in front of a relatively well-preserved large house, he saw a dozen orcs in full body armor attacking from a distance. with the gate.

On the stone stairs outside the door, three bloody human corpses were scattered.

At the gate of the house, Morgan clearly saw the young Bane holding a long sword, two other middle-aged men with wounds, and a middle-aged woman holding a modified long harpoon struggling to resist.

It's just that this kind of resistance can't last long against a half-orc warrior in full armor.

If it weren't for the advantage of the gate's terrain, the house might have been breached already.

Morgan was made aware of the constant, loud noises coming from the house.

If the house in front of me was breached, none of the women and children inside would be able to escape, and it would be a massacre.

"Damn!"

Immediately, Morgan rushed up with a long elven sword in his hand.

When quickly approaching the orc, he decisively launched a special skill:

"charge!"

Morgan jumped up with an incomparable momentum in the rapid hurricane.

At this moment, he launched another special skill again:

"Dragon Power!"

In an instant, Morgan only felt an infinite power rushing out from all the limbs and bones of his body.

It almost gave him an illusion of strength that he could fight a dragon with his bare hands.

"No wonder this special skill is named "Dragon Force"!"

All kinds of thoughts flashed away, and the soaring strength of the whole body was gathered on the arms in an instant, and Morgan raised his sword and slashed down.

"Wow"

The half-orc standing in front of him was instantly split in two by Morgan's inferior steel armor and split into two halves.

A large amount of stinky viscera and blood gushed out immediately, splashing Morgan's face.

Regardless of the blood on his face, Morgan kept moving, and immediately slashed horizontally with both hands holding the sword.

"Pfft."

Two bloody heads in armor immediately flew up.

Black, foul-smelling blood immediately spewed out from the headless necks of the two half-orcs like a spring.

Rapid raid, plus the instant death of three orcs.

The orcs around immediately reacted.

Roaring and waving the weapon in his hand, he rushed towards Morgan.

The power bestowed by the power of the dragon dissipated quickly.

The strength of Morgan holding the long sword was not affected in the slightest.

One person and one sword shuttled among the half-orc team.

But in just one or two minutes, nearly half of the dozen orc heavy armored fighters were quickly killed by him.

At this time, Gandalf and Bilbo had just arrived.

Speaking of which, with Morgan's current strength.

In the half-orc army, apart from those giant ogre monsters with huge stature, rough skin and thick flesh, which required his attention, ordinary half-orc warriors could kill randomly for him.

Of course, elite boss units like Orc Borg, and Azog don't count.

The specifics will definitely be known after the battle.

But Morgan is not in a hurry, and I believe that he will have a chance in a short time.

Along with Gandalf and Bilbo and Morgan.

The three of them acted together, and it was very easy to face the remaining half-orc warriors.

When the last half-orc turned around and ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, Morgan was about to throw his long sword, but he stopped.

At this time, at the end of the intersection ahead, Bud and a group of militiamen were rushing here.

Seeing the half-orcs fleeing in a hurry, the militiamen immediately rushed forward to block the retreat of the fleeing orcs.

Soon, the fleeing Orc turned into a headless corpse.

Bud led the militiamen to Morgan.

At this time, Barn also walked out quickly with several warriors who fought against the orcs before.

Although several residents died before.

But after learning that all the left-behind residents were fine, Bud finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They had rushed over after hearing the screams like Morgan.

Morgan saw that the number of militiamen beside Bud was reduced by half compared to before, and almost most of the militiamen were wounded to varying degrees, so he knew that the battle they had encountered before was brutal.

Time was urgent, and few people talked much.

After arranging for Bahn to continue to lead everyone to lock the door and hide quietly.

Morgan, Gandalf Bilbo, and Bard walked quickly to the street ahead.

at this time.

"boom"

A loud bang suddenly came from the street ahead.

Morgan and Bud, who were the leaders, changed their complexions, and after looking at each other, they immediately stepped forward.

After crossing the corner of the street, everyone saw a super-giant troll war weapon with a figure of more than seven meters and an extremely bloated body slamming a house with a huge mace in its hand.

At this time, seeing the crowd appearing not far away, the super giant ogre immediately changed its target and rushed towards the crowd wielding a mace.

at the same time.

On the chaotic battlefield outside Hegu Town.

Two slender figures rode quickly up the long bridge outside Hegu Town, which was crowded with half-orcs.

The bowstring in his hand was constantly being drawn.

wherever you go,
People turn their backs.

In the depths of the lonely mountain.

King's Hall.

The originally spacious King's Hall.

After the battle where the members of the expedition led by Thorin Oakenshield drowned the dragon Smaug with a river of boiling gold.

The smooth marble hall that was originally paved underground has completely turned into a real golden hall.

Because the ground of the entire hall is made of real gold.

At this time, in the extremely silent golden hall.

Sorin Oakenshield, wearing a luxurious robe and a crown, was walking slowly in the hall.

"You sit in this great hall, crowned, humbler than ever."

"There are so many treasures that cannot be measured by life"

"The treasure occupied by the dragon is covered by a disease."

"Selfish desires have already blinded his eyes."

"The gold is ours"

"I swear on my life. I will never drop a gold coin. Never share a gold coin."

"Those treasures will kill you"

"Disease lurks in that pile of treasures"

"That disease drove your grandfather crazy"

"I'm not my grandfather."

"You have changed completely, Thorin."

"Dain is trapped and they are being slaughtered"

"You are heir to the throne of Turin."

"Take Back Eribor"

"Take Back Eribor"

Endless thoughts, endless voices reverberate and reverberate in my mind.
Walk on the Golden Mile.

Thorin Oakenshield took every step forward.

They all felt that there were countless voices, countless temptations, pulling him and calling him.

Make it difficult for him to walk.

The mind is getting more and more confused.

The pace is getting slower and slower.

The moment he was about to stop.

A voice in my mind became clearer and louder.

"Take Back Eribor"

"Take Back Eribor"

"Take Back Eribor"

Finally, Thorin Oakenshield's eyes widened instantly, and he tore off the crown on his head and threw it on the Golden Hall.

(End of this chapter)