"Ahh

"Get out of the way!"

"Bahrain has been shot! Bahrain is down! ”

"I got an arrow in the knee!"

The formation was suddenly chaotic, this is normal, even if you are naturally brave as a dwarf, there is no way to maintain the formation after most people have been hit by arrows.

Thorin almost gritted his teeth, and he swung his blade with all his might, and the head of Oak in front of him rose into the sky, black blood spilled on his face, as if it were a primitive totem.

Then, he found that he didn't know what time he had in his chest, and he also had a sharp arrow stuck in it.

Obviously, the archer had a lot of strength and luck, and the arrow pierced through the armor, and most of it penetrated his chest, almost coming out of his body.

"It's over—"

This was Thorin's first reaction.

He has experienced the battlefield, and with such an injury, he has no chance of surviving.

"It doesn't seem to hurt?"

He immediately reacted from his instinctive thoughts: "I can still move my hands and feet, and my strength has not diminished in the slightest... The curse is real, and I don't seem to die. ”

He didn't think too much about it, and turned his head to look at his people, only to see the dwarves covering their wounds one by one, with a hint of confusion in horror.

Then, a dwarf slowly raised his tomahawk.

"I... I seem to be fine? ”

"I'm fine!"

"It's a curse! We won't die! ”

"Bahrain stands up! He can still fight! ”

Their emotions instantly became agitated, and they roared, "Kill! Kill all these Orcs! ”

"Calm down!" Thorin's roar overshadowed the crowd: "Restore formation!" Don't rush! There are still some of us who are not cursed! ”

The king's leadership calmed the dwarves from the ecstasy of escape, but it was clear that their morale had become very different.

When Tang Sen took out the stone box, it was impossible to say that everyone did not doubt it in their hearts, but it was a desperate situation, and the dwarves had to die as a live horse doctor... Even if it's fake, it's good to touch the gold before you die, right?

It's been a long time since the Dwarves of Durin have touched this thing.

But at this time, when he found that he really wouldn't die, even if his heart was shot through, he could still be alive, in the eyes of the dwarves, those hideous wolves and ugly oaks were suddenly not worth mentioning.

The Orcs still wanted to take down the dwarves in a desperate manner, but when a layer of corpses piled up in front of the dwarves' camp, and the dwarves were still alive and kicking with arrows and scars, even if they were as fierce as the Orcs, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Before you know it, Oak's movements have slowed down, and there are even Oaks quietly retreating.

Thorin was keenly aware of this, and he raised his weapon and shouted, "They're going to be defeated!" Charge with me! ”

"Don't let Oak go!"

“waaagh！”

The red-eyed dwarves suddenly charged, and Shalin, who was holding a giant hammer, ran the fastest, she had long wanted to kill with impunity, and among the wolves, everyone could not see her figure, only saw the black Mithril hammer wielding, and a large area of Orcs was smashed away.

The morale of the Orcs could no longer hold on to this wave of charge, and they scattered in all directions, some into the jungle, some hiding behind the hills.

"Victory! Victory! ”

The dwarves laughed insolently, ignoring the foul-smelling black blood on their bodies and faces.

It was an ornament that belonged to the victor.

Thorin counted everyone at once, and when he confirmed that although most of the dwarves were wounded, none of them were killed, and finally smiled.

He raised his blade and shouted:

"For Durin!"

The dwarves shouted in unison, "For Thorin Oak Shield!" For the king of the mountain! ”

Then, with the support of the dwarves, he strode up to Townes, who was seated, and he was finally able to look at the traveler level.

He didn't speak for the first time, just looked at Tang Sen, and the surroundings slowly quieted down.

With a smile on his face, Townsend didn't speak, patiently waiting for the newly victorious king to organize his words.

After a long time, Thorin suddenly grasped the arrow in his chest, pulled it out cleanly, and presented it in front of Townese.

"Traveler, the dwarves do what they say, and from this day forward, you are the most honored guest of the dwarves!"

"As evidenced by this sharp arrow piercing my heart."

"Whether it is you, or your descendants, come to the city of the Dwarves of Durin with this arrow in hand, and the Dwarves of Durin will agree to a request from you."

Tang Sen took the arrow with a rare serious face and said, "Then I'll take it." ”

He paused: "Still, you still have to pay back the money you owe me." ”

Thorin's face froze, and he turned around and left.

"Thorin Oakshield is a worthy king." Gandalf didn't know when he came to the side, and said in a quiet tone, "Traveler, your purpose has been achieved. ”

"For what purpose?"

Townsend looked at Gandalf blankly, quietly wiping the blood from the arrows with the robe Gandalf had dragged on the ground.

"If you know everything, how can you not know that there are Orcs beyond the Trolls Glade?"

Gandalf said, "And, wait until the dwarves can't hold on anymore before you take out the curse coins... It's all the results you want to see, isn't it? ”

"Wizard, you're slandering me."

Townsend stood up, put away the arrows, and said, "Are you so suspicious of everyone?" ”

"Slander?" Gandalf wanted to say something, but Townsend had already staggered away.

He squinted as Townsend walked up to Sharin's side, then resolutely withdrew the Mithril Hammer amid Sharin's miserable howls.

"With Iluvita above, is it a blessing or a curse for such a man to come to Middle-earth?"

Gandalf looked down to himself, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the blood stains on his beloved gray robe.

"Nasty traveler!"

He clenched his staff and was about to settle accounts with Townsend when suddenly a dwarf shouted, "Those Orcs are back!" ”

"How is that possible?"

Thorin looked up sharply as he was sulking, convinced that Orc had lost his heart.

But surprisingly, after the hills, the figure of Oak did reappear.

Thorin clenched his weapon again, and was about to call the dwarves to prepare for battle, when suddenly, he heard a muffled sound of the earth.

The sound is getting closer and closer, and it is getting more and more shocking.

It was the sound of horses' hooves, strong, and the sound that a well-trained warhorse, at least hundreds of horses could only produce when they were rushing together.

Oak can't tame a warhorse.

Thorin looked up at the top of the hill, behind the Orc, in the direction of the rising sun, a golden glow shone.

It was the reflection of the golden armor, and they came from behind the hills like a torrent of gold.

Thorin could see their long flowing silver hair and handsome faces.

Arrows rained down, leaving Oak and the wolves defenseless, each arrow taking one, if not two, lives with precision.

Thorin gripped the weapon harder than before, squeezing the word out between his teeth.

"Elves!"