"The Underground Party? Oh no - Storm Cloak? ”

I didn't expect to come out and walk around, and I could run into my own people, Uffric's claws were stretched long enough, and Middle-earth actually had spies from Storm Cloaks.

"Dear Wizard! It's great that you're here in Long Lake, and with you in our program, Bard the Marksman is no obstacle! ”

It seems that his identity as a court wizard is really known to the whole storm cloak, and the young guard man in front of him saw Li Mu in the evening, but because of the presence of the dwarves, he didn't come to talk immediately.

"Plans? What are your plans? What does it have to do with that Bard? ”

Answered by the young guard man, Li Mu walked out of the lord's mansion and entered a civilian wooden house in the dead of night. The room was sitting or standing, and it was crowded with about twenty sharp-eyed men.

The twenty or so men here are all Stormcloaked warriors, and their outward identities are either the lord's bodyguards or the town's groom, blacksmith, farmer, boatman. With the increasing strength of the Skyrim Storm Cloak, under the leadership of Ufrik, the city continues to conquer, except for the Skyrim Center Dugu City, all other cities are under the control of the Storm Cloak.

The Storm Cloaks, which were distributed in other provinces of the Kingdom of Tamariel many years ago, seemed to think that it would be a matter of time before they took the Dugu City in the center of the skyrim, and they took the lords hostage or directly mutinied to seize the dominance, responding to the storm cloaks in the skyrim.

However, the lord here has the allegiance of Bard the Marksman, and the storm cloaks dare not underestimate Bard's strength. Because this Bard is a descendant of Lord Girian of the Dyle Valley, who was brutally murdered when Smaug destroyed the Vale and occupied the Misty Mountains, his wife and children fled to the town of Long Lake.

And this Bard inherited the talent of Lord Giryan's marksman, and his archery skills are superb, far from what twenty or so storm cloaks can handle.

For Nord and Talos, the storm cloak in the house was extremely fanatical, and now with Li Mu, a court wizard, joining, everyone is clamoring to enter the lord's mansion to liberate the poor people.

Li Mu didn't believe in Talos, so naturally he didn't have the fanaticism of the people in the house. However, whether it is facing the invincible Smaug or the upcoming battle of the Five Armies, Li Mu needs power and subordinates to seize the ruling power of Changhu Town, which is exactly what Li Mu wants.

The town of Long Lake was in celebration of the return of the king of the mountain, Thorin, and the people put down their dreary work and immersed themselves in singing, laughing and drinking for three days in a row.

Although there are not many people in Bilbo and the Thirteen Dwarves, they can eat more than one another, and the mayor of Changhu Town is dying of pain, and it really costs him a lot of money to raise these big stomach kings who are not productive.

Tonight, just as the mayor of Changhu Town and his servants were thinking about countermeasures in the lord's mansion, Li Mu rushed in surrounded by a large group of guards.

"Cisse, you are really becoming more and more presumptuous, you dare to come in without summoning you, don't you want to live?" During the day, the mayor of Changhu Town, who was physically and mentally exhausted, saw that his chief guard actually brought outsiders in, and immediately roared angrily.

"Hmph, I think it's an adult, you don't want to live, do you? It's all come to this, you won't be so stupid that you don't know anything, will you? ”

Under the frightened gaze of the mayor and servants of Changhu Town, Li Mu sat on the throne with a smile on his face but did not say a word.

"Guards, guards, someone! There are people who rebel! ”

Li Mu's performance, Cisse's smirk, was surrounded by more than twenty heavily armed warriors, and the lord of Changhu Town and his servants reacted and shouted in horror.

The mayor of Changhu Town and his servants were completely desperate, staring at Li Mu in fear, and said tremblingly: "Spare your life, don't kill me, you can do whatever you want." ”

The next day, there was no change in the town of Long Lake, the lord's mansion was in order, and the mayor and his servants were still entertaining the dwarves as warmly as they had been for the previous three days. It's just that the guards around the lord are twice as large, and the eyes of the lord and his servants glance at Li Mu beside Thorin from time to time. The slightest change in atmosphere didn't cause much reaction from the townspeople, as if nothing had happened last night.

Seven days later, Thorin began to think about leaving. While the frenzy in the town continues, it's time for him to take his chances, and if the enthusiasm cools down, it's too late. Therefore, he spoke at length with the mayor and the elders, saying that he and his companions would soon have to go to the Lonely Mountain.

This was the first time the mayor was surprised, and he believed that Thorin was indeed a descendant of an ancient king. He had never thought that the dwarves would actually venture into Smaug, only that they were cheats and that they would soon be exposed.

Thorin went to Lonely Mountain, Li Mu naturally accompanied him, and the mayor of the town was also a hundred willing, and he was finally able to escape from Li Mu's control. I really hoped that Li Mu would die in the flames of Smaug, and just when the mayor was trying to make up for it, Li Mu pulled the mayor to the back hall. After forcing him to swallow the poison, Li Mu left the bitter-faced mayor and happily followed Thorin and the others on the boat.

One day in late autumn, accompanied by cold winds and fallen leaves, three large ships left the town of Long Lake, carrying Li Mu, Dwarf, Mr. Baggins, and the boatman, while the rest of the space was filled with supplies. The horses and ponies were led to the designated rendezvous in advance, and then handed over to them.

The mayor and elders bid them farewell from the stairs leading to the lake, and people sing to see them off in the streets and by the windows. Paddled with large white oars, they headed north along the lake for the final stage of their adventure.

Within two days, they had rowed out of the long lake and came to the Rushing River, where they could already see the lonely mountain towering gloomily in front of them, the current was very strong, and their speed was quite slow. Towards the end of the third day, they landed on the west side of the river and were ready to continue their journey, where their horses joined them with the necessary supplies.

They packed the supplies as best they could, handed them over to the ponies to transport, and built a tent to store the rest of the surplus supplies. In such a place so close to the lonely mountain, the humans in the town did not want to stay for long.

In such a desolate place, they still believe in the legend of the evil dragon, and Thorin is relatively less convincing. In fact, their supplies didn't need to be guarded at all, as there were no people nearby. Eventually, their retinue left them by land and water, and even the darkness of the night could not stop them from returning.