I'm In Middle-Earth: Going To Slay A Dragon At The Start

Chapter 74: The Irreconcilable Contradiction

The scorching sun is rising, the lonely mountain and the long lake, the shadows of the trees and the breeze, set off against each other, the light of the next day falls on the middle earth again, and the scenery of the lonely mountain is still beautiful.

However, at the entrance gate of the city under the mountain, the atmosphere is solemn.

I don’t know when, the King of Woodland has already crossed the valley with his elves and appeared in this col.

The golden armor all over the ground brightened the otherwise dark valley, and the dwarves had long noticed these uninvited guests.

Thorin also arrived. He stood on the wall of the gate of the underground city that had been blocked, and stared coldly at a figure in front of the elf army.

It was an elf with long white beard and long hair, wearing a golden and jade crown, with soft and dignified eyebrows. Sitting on the back of a large elk with high horns, he was even more noble and elegant.

Anyone who sees it will be amazed because of its temperament, why there are such beautiful elves in the world. However, when Sorin looked at the elf at the moment, he seemed to want to eat it.

“Thranduil, what do you want to do when you come to my underground city?” Thorin said coldly.

Thranduil raised his head and looked at the stubborn dwarf, but his face was still calm:

“Sorin, didn’t you already know? I’m here this time to ask you to return the white gems of our elves.

“White gem? I don’t know what we dwarves owe you.” Thorin said indifferently.

Despite the fact, Thorin was reluctant to admit it because of the long-standing resentment he had accumulated against Thranduil.

This guy, who was standing on the sidelines while they were suffering, is now thinking of asking for something, how could he agree? Even, if it weren’t for his lack of troops now, he would have fought him directly.

Sorin’s thoughts flashed, and the color of anger appeared on his face.

Thranduil’s face also turned cold;

“Sorin, let me ask you one last question, will you pay it back or not?”

He felt that he had given enough face to Thorin, and he had compromised too many times to avoid these bloodshed.

However, this dwarf didn’t care at all, and didn’t know how to repent. Did he really think that their elves were really so easy to bully?

“What if I say no?” Thorin said solemnly.

Thranduil’s face turned completely cold, and he just looked at Thorin indifferently and said, “Then I will level the city under the mountain.”

The dwarves behind Thorin listened to the increasingly gunpowder talk between their king and the King of the Woodland, and their hearts began to shake.

In fact, it is difficult for anyone to remain calm when they see a large golden elf army under the valley, let alone them who are ready to face the elf army?

There are only fourteen people here, and the army of elves is tens of thousands. I can imagine what kind of scene it would be like if it really did fight.

Maybe with just one face-to-face, each of them may have a dozen long guns inserted into them.

Or being slashed by dozens of swords. If you are lucky, it will be divided into two halves.

Of course, there may be the worst case, for example, the elves don’t even give them a chance to meet each other, but directly pick up the bow and arrow they carry and shoot them through, shooting them into hedgehogs?

So, what can they do to fight the elves underground?

Courage?

But do they still have courage in them now?

After their king, after the fall, do they still have the so-called courage?

The corruption, the phenomenon of fading, began after their king got the Arken gem. Or rather, it started after Thorin heard that the dragon Smaug was dead.

Thorin has changed since he heard that the dragon Smaug was dead.

He didn’t plan to leave after he got the Arken gem, and he suddenly proposed the idea of ​​defending this underground city.

For this reason, he even asked them to build a high wall overnight, blocking the gate of the city under the mountain directly.

Afterwards, their king, Thorin Oakenshield, would take the Arken gem every day and sit on the Golden Mountain Throne, staring at it in a daze, watching its twinkling light.

He seemed to be fascinated by the Arken gem and all the golden light around him, as if he had fallen into the whirlpool of greed and was unable to extricate himself just like the previous king.

He began to become more stubborn, and he couldn’t listen to any of them, and he also became manic. Whenever he was stimulated, he would yell and his face flushed.

 …for flowers  …

As if he had been cursed, his whole person had almost changed, and he had become taciturn. The high-spirited Sorin in the past suddenly disappeared in front of their eyes.

Their leader has given them no courage.

Although they are still following him today, the earth-shaking changes have already taken place in the interior.

Seeing that Thorin and the Elf King were about to tear their faces, Bilbo couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t bear to see these unnecessary sacrifices, so he walked out slowly.

“Sorin, please calm down. Perhaps, we can sit down and talk together calmly. I don’t think it is necessary to use this step.”

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Before Bilbo could finish his sentence, Thorin interrupted: “Shut up, Bilbo, I know what I’m doing, the guy down there is a robber, and there’s nothing to say.

Having said that, Thorin turned his head again and began to scold each other with Thranduil. Finally, the King of the Woodland was completely impatient by Thorin.

“Sorin, since you insist on doing this, don’t blame me.

Thranduil said, then waved his hand and shouted to the elves behind him:

“My people, as you see, the king of the dwarves, arrogant and ignorant!”

“He has been trampling on our dignity! I have completely lost patience with him, what should we do next,

“Just let them, these arrogant and ignorant dwarves, pay the price they deserve. My people! Attack with me! Open the underground city and take back what belongs to us!”

The golden light suddenly flashed, and Thranduil pulled out the elven sword from his waist, raised it high, and pointed the sword directly at Sorin who was standing on the city gate.

Immediately, the cold and murderous aura spread throughout the entire valley, and Sorin’s originally angry heart also felt a slight shiver from this sudden breath.

“It’s over!” The other dwarves cried and grabbed the weapons in their hands, watching the army of elves marching towards the gate of the underground city.

On the mountain peak in the distance, in the dense forest, watching this scene, a dull whisper came.

“You, aren’t you going to stop it?”

,Piece,