"It's not a thing to stay in the water all the time."

With the addition of a fire-breathing ranged attack, the most basic self-protection and deterrence capabilities are available.

Therefore, Chu Xin completely controlled his body, and the energy that was completely different from the flesh and blood creatures was transmitted to every bone.

Whew~Whew~

His hind limbs and wings began to tremble, rippling with water.

With the long-lost movement, the rotting flesh gradually detached and turned into loose and soft lumps or flocculents.

Whew!

Chu Xin flapped his wings hard, turning the calm lake upside down, the boats coming and going were affected, and the fishermen looked around in shock.

They were stunned to find that countless schools of fish were scrambling to flee quickly and swim to the tributaries.

Rumble!

The surface of the lake exploded, and the water rushed into the air like a blooming fountain.

"Roar—"

Accompanied by the neighing and hideous dragon groan, Chu Xin burst out of the water with great momentum.

After a series of movements, most of the scales, flesh, and internal organs on his body disappeared, and only a few places such as wings, neck, back, and tail dragged the broken flesh and skin, especially on the wings, as if hanging wisps of torn flags.

The stout spine is undoubtedly a tough trunk, and the slender ribs are arranged in an orderly manner, revealing the dark beauty of a tightly knit skeleton.

Sharp teeth, sharp claws, and tail thorns are all as sharp as knives and spears, and they are the world's top weapons.

On Sen Leng's white bone skull, two dark red flames suddenly lit up in the holes of the two sunken eye sockets, replacing the eyeballs and providing Chu Xin with a dim and gloomy style filter vision.

The length of the head and tail is still 140 meters, but the weight is much lower than before, at about 30,000 tons.

However, the image of the deceased of Chu Xin's skeleton dragon is even more terrifying than the already fierce Smaug!

He was hovering thousands of meters in the air, looking down on Middle-earth, a continent full of legends for the first time.

"Below is Changhu Town, over there is River Valley Town, the development is very good, the scale is much larger than the hobbit period, well~ that's the Lonely Mountain, inside is the kingdom under the mountain ruled by the dwarves."

Although Chu Xin didn't do anything, it set off an uproar comparable to a ten-magnitude earthquake in Changhu Town and Hegu Town.

At this moment, everyone put down the work in their hands and stood in place in a daze, looking up in horror with a stiff expression.

There was not a moment of panic, people seemed to be hallucinating, otherwise how could the picture in front of them be explained?

But the pair of flaming eyes were so lifelike, and the rich smell of decay penetrated into the nostrils one by one, making it difficult for women and children to breathe.

All signs are telling everyone: this is the unquestionable reality!

"Rotting dragon corpses? Smaug?"

"How is that possible!"

"The dragon has come back to life~ Run!"

Without being reminded at all, the residents of Changhu Town invariably ran away with their families and mouths out of the town.

In the crowded procession for refugees, an elderly couple rowed hard.

"It's all your fault for saying something unlucky in the morning!" The old woman scolded.

"Huh! Co-author: I'm a god who follows my word? As soon as I opened my mouth, it came back to life?" The old man was also helpless, and couldn't help but wonder if he was the reincarnation of a necromancer.

"I hope it doesn't recreate the tragic situation of the past, and it just flies away." The old woman said in a trembling voice, looking at the pale and tearful little faces around her, and couldn't help but think back to her childhood.

After a brief panic, the guards of Changhu Town organized the evacuation of the people under the orders of the mayor.

As for the fight with the evil dragon, the small town of Changhu has no qualifications and capital, so it is fortunate not to be a burden.

Woo –

And in the distance, on the winding walls of Riverdale, the horn of war, a symbol of war, is sounded.

Then the soldiers pushed out the giant crossbows, on which were the thick bolts mounted.

The archers lined up, looking extremely nervous.

Sixty years later, these young people were the new generation who had never seen Smaug, and they were undoubtedly terrified and terrified as they had never seen a dragon.

However, they did not attack recklessly, but cautiously watched the situation, staring at Chu Xin who was hovering high in the air.

Or rather, the soldiers are waiting for the arrival of the main backbone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, sixty years ago my grandfather Bard killed Smaug heroically, and now, sixty years later, we who have inherited the spirit of the dragon slayer, if we have the courage and wisdom, we are bound to kill it a second time!"

A brown-haired man strode up, sword at his waist and bow at his back, and despite the instinctive fear in his eyes, his brows remained tenacious.

Bland, the third king of the Valley State and grandson of Bard the Dragon Slayer!

The arrival and encouragement of the king immediately stabilized the soldiers' morale and ignited their blood.

Their ancestors had all participated in the bloody and tragic battle of the Five Armies, and the pride and fearlessness in their bones have been passed down from generation to generation, and they are also boiling on the day of the great enemy.

"Smaug, the flaming dragon, was shot through the heart by my grandfather with a black arrow and fell into the long lake and died," Brand stared at Chu Xin, "It is an ominous sign that the dead have come back to life and returned to the world as bones."

He clenched the hilt of his sword, suppressed the fear in his heart, and kept telling himself to keep his composure.

"My lord, do you need to inform the Yamashita Kingdom?" An attendant asked.

"They've seen it, and they're going to send reinforcements." Brand replied with great confidence.

Over the decades, the state of the valley has forged a deep friendship with the kingdom of Yamashita.

As he said, Gushan did find Chu Xin here.

After all, looking out from the gate of the lonely mountain, there is an unobstructed view, not to mention that Chu Xin is not a little ant with no sense of existence, as long as he is not blind, he can see the fossil specimens floating in the air.

"Smaug is resurrected? Don't fool me like a three-year-old!"

The dwarven king Ironfoot Dain, who had heard the news, immediately came to the gates of the city, and as soon as he took the binoculars handed by the soldiers, he threw them back.

Because you don't need to borrow that thing at all, you can see the skeleton dragon clearly.

"What the hell, only the skeleton can fly?" Dain stared at the crowd in shock, trying to confirm with them if he was suffering from dragon disease and hallucinating.

But shock to shock, he knew full well that his human friend was in a very dangerous situation, and could be attacked by Smaug at any moment.

"Ballista ready, once that beast attacks, take it down for me, and never let the lonely mountain fall again," Dain shouted in a deep voice, "Also, send an elite force to help Riverdale, I will have to drink with Brand in a few days, but I can't let that hairy boy be trampled to death."

The following is very busy, and everyone's daily life is also broken, however, Chu Xin, as the initiator, is calmly flapping his wings and flying slowly, perceiving a different body feedback.

He saw everything people were doing.

But Chu Xin didn't swoop down like a psychopath and kill.

There's no need!

Slaughtering civilians can't increase proficiency, nor can it satisfy spiritual needs, the key is that he is new to the city, so he doesn't have to be so arrogant, and it is the right thing to familiarize himself with as soon as possible.

It is human nature for others to be wary and afraid of monsters like themselves dragging bones, and it is a logical move, if they cheer and warmly welcome, Chu Xin will feel that there is a ghost.

"As long as it doesn't attack us, don't act rashly, this guy is a little different from the recorded Smaug." Brand raised his hand suspiciously, calming down the overly nervous soldiers.

In the records of Riverdale, Smaug is described as follows: "The mighty dragon with a dark red body descended from the sky, ravaging helpless humans with its claws, hammertail, flames, and words, the whole city wailed in flames, and the sky reverberated with the dragon's sharp mockery, the embodiment of evil and greed, and would not tolerate the slightest offense."

Brand repeatedly compares words with reality, and always feels completely different.

According to the disposition of Smaug, he had already rushed into Changhu Town to kill, and then was lured by gold, silver and jewelry to fly to Lonely Mountain.

But at the moment, what is Smaug doing?

Flying around like a newborn baby, a little unskilled in manipulating the body, as if coming to this world for the first time, full of curiosity about everything.

As the head of a nation, Brand did not dare to take any order as child's play.

The so-called first strike is to ensure that the difference in strength between the two sides is not large, and in the current situation, how can he take the initiative to provoke calamity.

In this way, a delicate balance was formed.

The residents of Riverdale were talking.

"What the hell is it doing?"

"The dragon's demeanor is inscrutable, after all, its heart is full of evil thoughts."

"Could it be thinking about where to attack first?"

"No way, Smaug has no brains, let alone thoughts, when faced with a weak enemy, it will only brutally burn all the lives it sees." An eighty-year-old man spoke up.

"I guess it's a rotten brain, it can't remember anything, right? Now it's just following the instincts of the undead creatures." One scholar speculated.

There are many opinions, and there are all kinds of things to say.

No one could have imagined that the infamous Smaug was piecing together a map and chronicle of Middle-earth from his memories.

[In view of the general environment,

There are many races in this world, among which humans, elves, dwarves, half-orcs, and even the high gods are the main ones.

And these races, in turn, have split into different power countries, scattered in various places in the southeast, northwest, and northwest.

"It's even more chaotic than the Warring States period, it's just a plate of loose sand." Chu Xin complained in his heart.

But these races can be divided into two camps according to good and evil.

Elves, dwarves, and humans form alliances when necessary, and they usually negotiate or hostile each other, and the situation varies from country to country.

This "necessary" refers to the Dark Lord Sauron.

On the evil side, the dark forces led by Sauron are composed of orcs, Orcs, Dongyi, Harad, Dragons, Firedemons, and so on.

"I remember that Sauron seems to be a fallen sub-god, originally a servant of the god called Maia," Chu Xin continued to recall, "There are gods in this world, their names are Vera, and the brother of the god king, Morgoth, has fallen into a demon, and Sauron is Morgoth's lieutenant."

Sauron's goal is cliché and clear: to unify Middle-earth.

In the Second Age, disguised as a friendly gifted grandmaster, he tricked the elves into forging a dozen rings and secretly casting dark magic on them, giving them the power to corrupt the mind and be controlled by him.

Sauron's plans went smoothly, and the rings were given to dwarves, humans, and other leaders in order to achieve their ambition to conquer Middle-earth without a single sword.

Sauron also secretly forged a "One Ring" that could dominate all the rings, which was the core link that contributed to the success of the project.

Unfortunately, the conspiracy was finally revealed, and the tribes broke out into war with Sauron, and after a lot of hardship, he was wounded and repulsed, and the One Ring also changed its owner after several twists and turns in the following days.

To this day, Sauron's thief heart is undying and has been surging wildly, and his dark forces are entrenched in the southeast, constantly fighting the strongest human kingdom.

In short, this world is complex and cumbersome, comparable to the beginning of Earth's civilization to the twenty-first century.

Whether it is history, race, or secrets from ancient times to the present, Chu Xin will not be able to sort it out for a while, so he can only build a framework in his mind first, so that he will not wander around like a headless fly.

Whew~Whew~

Chu Xin looked down at the dwarven army that came out of the lonely mountain, and then looked at the trembling people in River Valley Town, he suddenly quickened the flapping of his wings, and disappeared into the clouds and disappeared in countless pairs of puzzled eyes.

"It's gone, and Smaug has changed somewhat." When the oppression on heaven and earth had subsided, Brand breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe it's no longer Smaug, it's another life? To be honest, this type of corpse-type undead creature is unheard of, I've only heard of ghosts, maybe Gandalf in the grey robe knows something." It was Ironfoot Dain who spoke, and he climbed the wall with great strides.

That's right, this dwarven king personally led his army down the mountain, but as soon as he arrived at the gate of River Valley Town, Chu Xin disappeared.

"I didn't expect you to come in person." Brand was moved.

"Don't grind like a, I'm down, I can't run for nothing, you're responsible for dinner, and I'm not a vegetarian." Ironfoot Dain smiled roughly.

"I'm worried, though." Brand whispered worriedly.

"Why are you as worried as your grandfather, when the enemy comes, greet them with hammers and tomahawks, don't worry yourself to death before the fight begins," Ironfoot Dain patted Brand, "This will soon spread throughout Middle-earth, and I think Gandalf will hear about it too."

……

To the southeast of the valley state is the Great Wilderness of Rovanian, where once sweltered the human kingdom called Rovanian.

To the east of the Great Wilderness is the boundary called Rune.

It is inhabited by the tribal Dongyi people, also known as the Eastern Barbarians, all of whom are brave and warlike, and they are subservient to Sauron and belong to the dark camp.

And the Rovanian kingdom was destroyed by the Dongyi people.

Whew!

Chu Xin soared in the vast sky above the wilderness and landed on a deadwood mountain, intending to make a plan for his life in this quiet place.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor in the ground.

I saw that in the canyon not far away, a team of cavalry rushed out, with a clear goal and went straight to Chu Xin.

Not humans, not dwarves, not elves.

Riding a giant wolf is an ugly orc Orc!