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Deep in the lonely mountain.

End of King's Road.

Broken King's Throne.

Thorin Oak Shield wears mighty armor and luxurious robes. He wears a delicate crown and sits on the throne. He is staring at the yellow torch burning in front of the throne.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from a distance.

It broke the dead silence around him.

Awakened by the sound of footsteps, Sorin Oakenshield raised his head slightly and looked forward. His originally dim and dazed eyes finally found the focus, and he became slightly angry.

Straight ahead, on the straight King's Road.

A tall and burly dwarf was striding from a distance.

It was the dwarf Devalin who had just entered from outside.

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

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

As the most hot-tempered and one of the most powerful dwarves in the original expedition team, Dwarin didn't have the irritability on his face at this time, but looked at the king on the throne in front of him with sadness and persuaded.

It's just that Thorin Oakenshield didn't have any influence on what Dwarin said in front of him.

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

Thorin Oakenshield's voice fell.

Devalin looked at Sorin in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Sorin would actually say such a thing at this time.

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 collapse?

Is this the Thorin he once swore his allegiance to forever?

The king who can recover quickly no matter how many blows he has suffered, with a will of steel like steel?

Devalin grew sadder and more disappointed.

But Thorin Oakshield didn't notice it at all, or even if he noticed it, he didn't move at all.

He continued to say to himself: "We can choose the best place, and then fortify and build defenses where, so that we can ensure our safety."

Having said this, Thorin Oakenshield's eyes lit up immediately, and he 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."

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

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

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

Devalin looked at Sorin 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 problem, and said casually: "How can there be undead in war, life is worthless"

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

As soon as he mentioned the treasure, Thorin Oakenshield's eyes lit up immediately. He looked at the Devalin in front of him and said very seriously: "There are so many treasures, it's totally worth every drop of blood we shed."

Looking at Sorin, who was completely lost in the golden treasure.

The trace of anger that had just risen in Dwalin's heart quickly disappeared, and all that was left was a sense of sadness and disappointment.

After a while, Devalin looked at Sorin and said slowly: "You are sitting in this magnificent palace now, wearing a crown on your head, but you are more humble than ever."

The voice fell, and Sorin Oak Shield was stunned.

He didn't expect that Dwarin, who had always obeyed his orders, would say such a thing to him.

But why, looking at Dwarin in front of him, Thorin Oakshield felt an incomparable sadness and sadness in his heart for no reason.

At this moment, Thorin Oakenshield seemed to feel that he had been abandoned.

He looked at Dwarin and shook his head in an extremely uncomfortable manner: "Don't say that, as if I'm still the old dwarf lord."

"Like that little Thorin oak shield."

Seeing the disappointment in Dwalin's eyes, Thorin Oakenshield pulled out his long sword and pointed at Dwalin, shouting, "I am your king!"

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

"You could have seen this clearly"

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

Devalin said with great disappointment and sadness.

He came this time to wake Thorin.

Unexpectedly, it still failed in the end.

"go out!"

"Go away!"

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

With the sound of footsteps, he went away quickly.

Everything is dead again.

Valley Town.

On the street next to the Town Hall Square.

At this time, there were already corpses everywhere, a bloody mess.

There were goblin corpses everywhere.

The tall, short, strong, thin, and even the corpses of two giant armored trolls over four meters tall fell into the street, almost blocking the entire street.

The stench of black blood flowed all over the place.

Pools of blood accumulated on the street floor.

Morgan, covered in blood, was standing on the edge of the street leading to the Town Hall Square, holding an elven sword, with only a few arrows left in the quiver on his back.

On the side are Gandalf with a staff and Bilbo with a dagger.

In front of the three, the remaining seven or eight orcs are slowly retreating step by step.

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

Looking at the figure of the half-orc who was running away quickly and disappeared in the corner of the front.

Neither Morgan nor Gandalf Bilbo thought of going after him.

Just after one after another, waves of orc warriors rushed to make the three of them very tired. The orc corpses that stretched across the street were proof.

"call"

Bilbo sighed, turned around and looked at the corpses around him and said, "I think my swordsmanship has improved a lot from before."

Gandalf also breathed a 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 stench and blood on his face, and threw it away. Hearing the words of the two, he immediately answered, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he said, "Since you have noticed that you have made progress, then Bilbo, should you call out like Kili? I'm a teacher."

Hearing Morgan's words, Bilbo's face froze for a moment, and the steps he just took slipped, and a broken half-orc arm almost fell to the ground when he stepped on it.

"teacher?"

Seeing Bilbo like this, Gandalf looked at Morgan, and then at Bilbo, wondering.

"Cough cough."

Hearing Gandalf asking about Bilbo, he cleared his throat and said, "That's right, Morgan taught me about my swordsmanship on the way."

"After you leave the ranks, Gandalf."

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

When the words fell, Bilbo was stunned.

It's not that Bilbo doesn't remember how nice Morgan was to him.

Just calling Mr. Morgan like this, doesn't it mean that the other party's identity is short.

I can't call Morgan a teacher in the future.

Then how could he play with Morgan?

Just when Bilbo was tangled, Morgan wiped off the stench and blood on his face. Seeing Bilbo's face, he couldn't think of what the other party was tangled up in, and immediately smiled: "Bilbo, it's just a joke with you."

"What I teach you is far from enough to be your teacher."

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

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

Getting ready to continue speaking.

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

The expressions of the three changed.

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

The screams and screams continued.

Listening to the direction of the source of the sound, it is obviously coming from behind the city hall.

I remembered that Baan led the elderly, women and children who were left behind to go to the grain warehouse to escape.

Morgan's face changed immediately: "No, it came from behind the city hall. Baan and the others may be in trouble."

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

The two immediately turned around and strode towards the City Hall.

Bilbo quickly followed after seeing this.

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 armor attacking in the distance. the door.

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

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

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

If it weren't for the advantage of the topography of the gate, this house would have been breached long ago.

Morgan understood at the constant loud noises coming from the house.

If the house in front of you is breached, the women and children in it may not be able to escape, and it will be a massacre.

"Damn!"

Morgan immediately strode forward with the elf sword in hand.

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

"charge!"

In the rapid hurricane, Morgan jumped up with unparalleled momentum.

At this moment, he launched another special skill again:

"Dragon Power!"

In an instant, Morgan only felt an infinite force rushing out from his body and limbs.

It almost gave him the illusion of strength that he could fight dragons with his bare hands.

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

The various thoughts flashed away, and in an instant, the soaring strength of the whole body was gathered into his arms, and Morgan raised his sword and chopped it down.

"Wow"

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

A large amount of smelly internal organs and blood burst out immediately, splashing Morgan's face.

Ignoring the blood on his face, Morgan kept moving, and immediately slashed with both hands while holding the sword.

"Pfft."

The two bloody heads in armor suddenly flew up.

The black stench blood spurted out from the headless necks of the two orcs like a spring.

Rapid raid, plus the instant death of three orcs.

The surrounding half-orcs reacted immediately.

Roaring and waving the weapon in his hand, he pounced on Morgan.

The power conferred by the Dragon Power quickly dissipated.

The strength of Morgan's sword was not affected in the slightest.

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

However, in just a minute or two, he killed nearly half of the dozen orc armored warriors quickly.

Gandalf and Bilbo had just arrived.

Speaking of which, with Morgan's current strength.

In the half-orc army, except for the giant troll monsters with huge stature and thick skin, which required his attention, the ordinary half-orc warriors could simply kill him.

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

The specifics will be known only after the battle.

But Morgan is in no hurry, and believes that there will be a chance soon.

With the arrival of Gandalf and Bilbo along with Morgan.

The three of them act together, and it is very easy to face the remaining few orc warriors.

He stopped when the last orc turned and ran, and Morgan was about to project his sword with his sword in hand.

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

Seeing the orcs fleeing in a hurry, the militiamen immediately rushed to block the escape route of the fleeing orcs.

Soon, the fleeing orc became a headless corpse.

Bud led the militia to Morgan.

At this time, Baan also walked out quickly with several warriors who had been struggling to resist the orcs before.

Although several residents died before.

But after learning that the overall left-behind residents were all right, Bud was finally relieved.

They had come after hearing the same screams as Morgan had.

Morgan looked at the militia team next to Bud, which was half as many as before, and most of the militiamen were injured to varying degrees, and knew that the battle they had encountered before was brutal.

The time was urgent, and a few people didn't talk much.

Arranged Baan to continue to lead everyone to lock the door and hide in silence.

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

at this time.

"boom"

A loud bang suddenly came from the street ahead.

Morgan and Bud, who were headed by them, changed their expressions, and after looking at each other, they quickly stepped forward.

After rushing through the corner of the street, everyone saw a super-giant troll war weapon with a height of more than seven meters and an extremely bloated body, waving the huge mace in its hand and smashing it against a house.

At this time, seeing the crowd that appeared not far away, the super giant troll immediately changed its target, waving a mace and rushing towards the crowd.

at the same time.

On the chaotic battlefield outside River Valley Town.

Two slender figures rode quickly to the long bridge crowded with orcs outside Hegu Town.

The bowstring in his hand was constantly being pulled.

wherever you go,

People turn their backs.

Deep in the lonely mountain.

King's Palace.

The originally spacious King's Hall.

After Thorin Oakenshield's expedition members flooded the dragon Smaug with a hot river of gold.

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

Because the entire hall ground is poured from genuine gold.

At this time, in the extremely dead golden hall.

Wearing a luxurious robe and a crown on his head, Thorin Oak Shield was walking slowly on the main hall.

"You are now sitting in this magnificent hall with a crown on your head, but you are lower than ever."

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

"The treasure entrenched by evil dragons is covered with a disease."

"His 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"

"Diseases are hidden in those treasures"

"That disease drove your grandfather crazy"

"I'm not my grandfather."

"You've changed completely, Thorin."

'Dyne is trapped, they're being slaughtered'

"You are the heir to the Turin throne."

"Retake Erebo"

"Retake Erebo"

Endless thoughts, endless voices echo in my head, echoing.

walk on the golden road.

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 his mind became clearer and louder.

"Retake Erebo"

"Retake Erebo"

"Retake Erebo"

Finally, Thorin Oakenshield's eyes widened in an instant, and he tore off the crown on his head and threw it on the golden hall.