The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The first arrow hit Smaug's chest.

The sound seemed to become distorted. He saw the arrow hit the scales, the metal arrow became curved, sparks splashed, and the golden golden resin splashed down. First, there was a white light, and then a bright yellow arc burst out in the white light, like The deadly snakes clung to Smaug's scales tightly, digging into the gaps in the scales. The eyes of the evil dragon contracted slightly, and its body leaped forward. The opened blood mouth could almost swallow the demon hunter. He could already see every fang in the dragon’s mouth, like a rock. His tongue, and the flames about to gush from his throat.

Then the second, third, fourth, fifth.

The arrows almost lined up in a row, one after another hitting the dragon's chest.

He saw ashes falling before his eyes.

He saw the plank collapse and shatter under Smaug's claws.

He saw the dragon's tail sway with Smaug's attack and hit the mayor's golden statue. The upper body of the statue seemed to have been cut in the waist, and the upper part of the entire statue flew out. He saw the **** scattered around the broken parts of the statue, and the flames of the heat wave could almost be felt in Smaug's mouth.

The dragon's attention was all on the demon hunter in front of him.

"Budd!"

Smaug's eyes widened suddenly. At this moment, it finally realized why the Demon Hunter would choose to stop here. Behind Zelin, it was the watch tower with the dwarven wind crossbow. The dwarf wind crossbow, and the black arrow on it, are close at hand. A black-haired man was on it, with his hands on the wind crossbow, the tip of the black arrow was facing the open mouth of the evil dragon, less than ten meters away.

It focused all its attention on the human being in front of it that made it extremely angry, but it didn't notice the threat that could really kill it.

The evil dragon rushed forward, and the flames in its mouth almost gushed out of its throat.

But Black Arrow was one step faster.

The black arrow shot out at Smaug's flaming throat, infused with the powerful power of the dwarf wind crossbow and the momentum of Smaug's attack, and the arrow shot into its mouth and into the unsuspecting throat.

The evil dragon let out a earth-shattering roar. It knocked over the tower where Bud was located. It wanted to fly, but it fell fiercely. It crashed into countless burning houses all the way forward, and its huge body was crushed. After the flames, a dim black scorch was drawn on the ruins of Longhu Town covered by the flames.

Two northerly bombs exploded in its throat where flames gathered. Fire and ice clash in Smaug's unprotected body. The cold that can freeze people into ice sculptures makes his head almost stagnant, let alone those. Toxins, electric light, and indescribable dark damage, all kinds of rosin and talisman damage, unscrupulously destroy the dragon’s slender neck at the same time, just like Smaug’s destruction of Long Lake Town, making its throat look like It's about to explode. This was an attack it had never seen before, and this was the closest time it was to death, even if it was shot with a black arrow by Ji Ruian when it was attacking River Valley City, it could not make it face such a desperate situation.

The desire to survive makes Smaug wave its wings frantically. It wants to escape, escape here, and escape to any place. But it could not fly. It flapped its wings and climbed a few meters, and flew a few times toward the Gushan Mountain. Then, its brain lost its sense of direction, and the poisonous dragon oil began to destroy its nerves. The darkness in the pine resin Power corroded its muscles, dragon blood mixed with icy scum oozing out of the scales that covered its throat, the extremely cold north wind destroyed its throat, and the flames gathered in its chest began to rush into the dragon's own body. Start to destroy itself. The evil dragon let out an unwilling howl and slammed into the lake imaginatively.

With a bang, the body of the evil dragon fell into the big lake, and the lake roared in, like a predator grabbing its prey, dragging Smaug into the bottom of the lake. The evil dragon waved its claws and wings frantically, the lake was too much, cold and dark, and Smaug's last struggle turned into fragments and flames. The lake water was evaporating, and the high temperature of the dragon made any cold lake water that touched it turned into steam, but the lake water continued to flow up, and the severe pain and cold made Smaug’s struggle weak.

It wanted to flutter its wings to escape from the Great Lake. It could have escaped. It could have flew up and escaped from the Long Lake, escaped back to the lair of Gushan, or fled back to the north in one breath, but its body began to be out of control, I don’t know. The extreme cold is still highly toxic to the dragon's nerves. The big lake rolled up, and the rising mist covered the entire sky for a moment, as if throwing a piece of red soldering iron into the cold water, and the ear-piercing hiss was endless. The mist was permeating, and even the people of Gushan could see it clearly. It obscures the sky, and the howling cold wind can hardly disperse it.

In the end, the lake rolled, everything fell silent, Smaug's body sank into the big lake, and it didn't take long for him to completely disappear from the lake. Only the burning town of Long Lake and the mist in the sky were left.

This is the end of Smaug, the end of Long Lake Town.

It is a new born in the Gushan area.

The seven hundred and thirty-seventh chapter is raging

Countless broken planks float on the big lake.

Water mist covered the ruins of Long Lake Town, the flames gradually extinguished, leaving only the damp wood still smoldering, the choking smoke billowing, white and black entangled, and was driven by the howling cold wind. Floating towards the dense forest, drifting towards the wasteland outside the dense forest.

With a muffled grunt, the ruins of the tower suddenly shook, and the blackened demon hunter pushed away the wreckage of the wooden plank that was pressing on him. His forehead was smashed, and a few wooden thorns were pierced into the back of his hand. Not to mention the bruises in other places. The nerves on his body kept protesting to him. Fortunately, no bones were injured. Smaug broke the tower, and The surrounding houses collapsed together.

Zelin lowered his eyes and saw that among the piles of ruins, a broken wooden pillar that pierced the plank beneath him was less than one meter away from the demon hunter. He couldn't help sighing, and slowly pulled himself out of the pile of debris.

There was whiteness all around, and a burning smell filled the air. He stood up and rubbed his eyes. The crossbow didn't know where it fell. He could only hope that it was in the ruins nearby. If it fell into the river, he didn't know how long it would take to find it again. Although after connecting with Yanan, he was able to find certain techniques to cure the church to make processed weapons, but he still liked this crossbow that he had used for a long time and helped him many times.

Bend down and walked up to the pile of ruins in front of him, and walked towards the Fengnu Tower. His head buzzed as if someone was beating gongs and drums in his brain, he took a deep breath, and then coughed again. He tried to remember what he saw before Smaug hit the tower and the nearby buildings collapsed. Bud jumped down when the dragon knocked over the tower, but didn't know where it fell.

This town has long been completely different, and fortunately, the remnant pedestal of the mayor’s statue points out the direction for the demon hunter. It didn't take long for Zelin to find Bud in the ruins nearby. The archer broke his leg, had several cracks in his clothes, and broke the corner of his mouth.

"We killed Smaug."

"Yeah, it's dead."

Zelin walked over and took out a bottle of potion from the purse behind his back. Fortunately, this special thickened glass bottle will not break so easily. "Drink some, it's good for your wounds."

Bud took over Skyrim's healing potion.

"Another masterpiece of the wizard?"

"You can think so."

The archer opened the glass bottle and took a sip. It’s almost bright, but the rising sun can’t break through the fog on the Long Lake. They can only vaguely see a faint beam of light, climbing to the top of the Lonely Mountain. "We can celebrate tonight, wizard, can give us fireworks Take a look? I remember the hobbit who said that wizards would make fireworks. When the dragon is dead, there will be no more monsters entrenched in the lone mountain to threaten us. We can take our share in the lone mountain. Gold will come to rebuild our homes, and the merchants will come here again along the Anduin River. We will return to the prosperity of the past."

"I will figure out a way to get a light and an explosion." Zelin spread his hands. The lake in the distance was already calm. It is impossible to imagine that an evil dragon was buried here not long ago. "It may not be that good-looking. Up."

Smaug was dead, occupying Gushan, and even the monster that made the entire Gushan area tremble. This area is free, and the treasures in the lonely mountain have become unowned. Zelin has never seen how much gold there is, but it can rebuild several prosperous big cities. It can be described as gold flowing like a river. It must be no less. Smaug won't be attracted by Smaug if there is not much gold. At least one thing is certain, the people of Long Lake Town can live a normal life again, there will be no more evil dragons to destroy their town, or because of the existence of evil dragons, the place where they live becomes unpopular.

"I really hope that the hobbit Bilbo can stay and not die like the other dwarves." Bud shook his head, and with the help of the healing potion, he could stand up and walk. Thanks to not hurting the bones, he will be able to return to normal soon.

Zelin and Bud began to look for other archers in the town. Demon hunters have attracted Smaug's attention most of the time, and they should be alive.

"Do you think Thorin and the others are dead?"

"Smaug will not let anyone break into its lair. The dwarves don't have black arrows. Even if they fight the dragon, they have no chance of winning. But we will only take the share that Thorin once promised us, Long Lake. The dwarves who remain in the town have the right to inherit the Lonely Mountain. It is not ours and we will not take it. It is greed and a curse. A small amount of gold is enough for us to rebuild River Valley City."

They found other people in the ruins, all with minor or severe injuries, burns and falls. One person's leg was broken, another person injured his arm, and several people's eyes were injured in the smoke. But as long as it is still alive, everything is fine. By the way, Zelin retrieved his crossbow, but it seemed that the wood was broken and stuck in the runner and needed to be disassembled and cleaned up again.

The archers found a wooden boat that was burnt to the edge, but still floating on the water. They were sitting on the boat floating in the mist. Everyone's body is wet, and the face and clothes are blackened. When they were about to row out of the long misty lake near the shore, a ray of morning sun shone through the mist on the sparkling water of the lake and spread on the broken wooden boat.

"Bad, what are your plans next?" Zelin narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to cover the slightly dazzling light in front of his eyes.

"I want to use the gold of Lone Mountain to rebuild a better house for the children and buy the best yew longbow for Barn. He has long wanted a good bow of his own, and he has to give it to Teal. Sha and Sigrit buy some good clothes." Bud lowered his head and smiled. "They haven't changed into new clothes for a long time. My father is really dereliction of duty."

The news of Smaug's death passed like the wind, and the birds reappeared in the lonely mountain. They flew from the south and returned to their homeland. They bring news into the dense forest and tell the elves in the woodland kingdom. The people of River Valley City have been watching Long Lake. When Smaug fell, they were silent for a while, and then uttered deafening cheers. They hugged each other and celebrated their new life. Even the wolves wandering near the Lonely Mountain ran to Gundabad Mountain to inform their orc allies of the news.

Smaug is dead, the overlord of the Gushan area has disappeared, and now the gold and castle of Gushan are no longer so difficult to seize.

The gold enough to fill the river is waiting quietly in the lonely mountain.

Chapter 738: Smaug Wasteland

This is the first time Zelin has set foot on the Smaug Wasteland.

It is said that this plain was once the enviable and prosperous land before being called the Smaug Wasteland. The green grassland is full of cattle and sheep raised by people. This is a natural pasture. The roads are very smooth. The carriages pass by day and night. The trading station is full of gold and diamonds, rubies and greens produced in the lonely mountain. Gems, skilled dwarves process countless gems produced in the mountains into exquisite decorations. Countless travelers come here just to see this golden utopian land. Whether it is Gondor or the free people of Rohan, they all praise the richness and beauty of this place.

Now, what appeared in front of the demon hunters was a barren land.

The rivers and pastures have long disappeared, the earth is a frightening yellowish brown, a few clusters of dead weeds are swaying in the cold wind, and only a few exposed rocks on the ground dot this wasteland. Different colors. The big river that originally surrounded River Valley City, now there is not enough water left to pass the ankle. In the distance, what was supposed to be a forest, was left with charred tree stumps all over the floor, like a sign, reminding people of what kind of sufferings they have suffered in the past.

"I can't imagine what it looked like when it flourished in the past." Standing on the high **** on the shore of Long Lake, Zelin stopped on the raised rock, looking at the wasteland not far away "deadly."

"This was once a green and vibrant place." Bud said regretfully, "Smaug completely destroyed this place, and the vitality of the land was destroyed by the evil spirit of the dragon."

Not only Bud, but the archers who accompanied them looked at this piece of land that belonged to them in the past with pity.

"But don't worry, we have eliminated the dragon, and with gold, this place will be reborn with new life." Bud clenched his fist and said to others, "We will rebuild our home, rebuild a home that is more glorious than in the past. ."

Bud was right. Now what threat could stop them from regaining the glory of the past.