Thorin's words almost made Townsend laugh.

But it was Shalin who reacted faster than Townese, and she stood directly in front of Townese.

"Thorin, you can't expel Town, you're just dizzy when you say these things." She exclaimed, "If it weren't for Towndend, how could we be standing here?" ”

"Sarin Mithril's Hammer." Thorin sneered and walked down the steps of the throne step by step: "No need to pretend anymore, you and the traveler are in the same group, and you have already lost your respect for me in your heart, and all your actions are for the sake of the throne." ”

"You must have been proud when you stepped on my name to get the name of Mithril Hammer, right?"

Shalin was stunned, she couldn't believe it, her whole face was almost as red as her fiery red hair in the midst of grievance and anger.

"A female dwarf who really thinks she can defeat the king?" Thorin raised his weapon: "Didn't you rely on the Traveler's Mithril Hammer for your brilliant achievements?" ”

"Relying on the help of humans to seek the throne is simply a shame for the Durin clan."

"I never thought—" Shalin tried to plead, but Townsend interrupted her.

"So, you want a fair duel." He looked at Thorin Oak Shield and said, "Decide the throne of Erebo by the outcome of the duel?" ”

Of course, Thorin didn't think so, but Towne's words were already spoken like a cannon: "Or are you too timid to face Sharin, thinking that the only reason you are worthy to sit on the throne is because of the royal blood flowing in your body, not because of the weapon in your hand?" ”

"You're going to run away from the fight like you did against a dragon?"

"A coward who turned his back on the glory of the dwarves and fled in a hurry."

Thorin was enraged.

A dwarf is always easily irritated, especially when words hit him right on a weak point in his heart.

"Duel!" He roared, "A fair duel, using only dwarven weapons. ”

"The winner is king, and the loser leaves the lonely mountain forever, swearing in the name of Durin that she is not worthy to live as a dwarf."

This duel was supposed to be a matter of life and death, but everyone knew that both Thorin and Sahrin had an immortal curse.

"Thorin, there's no need for this." Shalin didn't react at all, and by the time she realized it, the situation had been pushed to the point where Tang Sen couldn't get off the stage.

The other dwarves were silent, even Thorin's nephews and nephews, who were just silently watching.

Sharin's performance along the way had already conquered them, and even if they didn't want to admit it, everyone knew that Shalin was more suitable to be the king of the mountain than the current Thorin, who had lost his mind.

"Pick up your weapons!" Thorin roared, "If you don't dare to duel me, follow your damned master out of Erebo!" ”

Shalin was indeed a woman, but she was never weak-hearted, she was even stronger and more irritable than the male dwarves, so she didn't want to explain any more, and the Mithril hammer she put down in her hand took the dwarven hammer from Shalda's hand.

Under Tang Sen's control, the Mithril armor on the two fell to the ground.

"All the Dwarves of Durin present, and the throne of Erebo as witnesses." Bahrain whispered, "In the name of Durin, we respect the outcome of this duel. ”

Tang Sen didn't say a word, but a gold coin quietly appeared in his hand.

Aztec's Cursed Gold.

Then he took out a Mithril knife and made a cut in his hand, staining the gold coin red.

Sharin and Thorin are opposed, Thorin's eyes are full of hatred and anger, while Sharin's eyes are much more complicated.

But there was no room to retreat, and under the throne, in the city that the dwarves of Durin dreamed of, a duel was on the verge of breaking out.

Thorin took the lead, and the sharp blade in his hand slashed towards Shalin mercilessly, and Shalin did not retreat a single step, and directly met him.

Battles between dwarves have always been unpretentious, relying on strength and reflexes.

With his tremendous strength, Shalin directly deflected Thorin's weapon, and then without hesitation, he slammed it again and smashed it into Thorin.

Thorin rolled backwards, narrowly avoiding Sharin's attack.

His heart cooled.

That's a lot of strength! How can it be?

But Shalin was not prepared to give him time to breathe, a duel is a duel, and a dwarf can't do such a thing as keeping a hand in a duel.

The warhammer was danced by Sharin, although she gradually got used to the huge size of the Mithril Hammer, but the small dwarven warhammer was used from childhood to adulthood, and naturally it was not hand-born, Thorin kept trying to struggle and resist, but the difference in strength was like a moat.

Soon, he had retreated to the staircase of the throne, and there was no way to retreat.

He gritted his teeth and roared angrily, anyway, he was immortal, and he couldn't be killed if he was hit, so it wasn't a loss.

So he simply didn't avoid it, and let the hammer smash into his head, and the sharp blade in his hand was passed towards Shalin's chest.

Bang –

With a heavy muffled sound, Thorin was smashed straight away.

Shalin stopped.

It's not that she doesn't want to continue the pursuit, but she suddenly feels that something is different.

Yes, it wasn't, she could feel the wind passing through the halls of Erebo, and she could smell the scent of a dragon in the wind.

She looked back at the dwarves, who were all frozen in place.

Syllable!

A slap landed cleanly on one of the dwarves' head, causing him to jump straight to his feet.

"It hurts! Why are you hitting me. Wrong? ”

"Can I feel the pain?"

"Curse. Gone? ”

"Why?"

The dwarves looked at Townsend suspiciously.

"I never said I couldn't lift the curse." Tang Sen said flatly: "It's just that we have been in danger, so we need the power of the curse, and now, we are safe." ”

"It seems to make sense that we defeated the evil dragon and recaptured the Lonely Mountain." Bahrain was in a trance, and suddenly realized: "No! Thorin! ”

The dwarves were shocked, and hurriedly looked at Thorin who was smashed away by Shalin's hammer.

The royal family had fallen in a pool of blood, and Shalin was strong enough to smash the trolls, and a dwarf, even the future dwarven king, could not afford her hammer.

Of course, that future will never come again, because Thorin's breath has completely disappeared.

The dwarves had mixed emotions.

They looked at Townsend again, and Townsend just said with a blank face, "I'm sorry. ”

"Obviously, my temper is not good, don't expect me to repay my grievances with virtue in the face of ungrateful."

"I respect the rights of the dwarves, but I think I also have the right to take back what belongs to me."

The dwarf, who no longer had a brain, knew what the traveler meant, and he could lift the curse at any time, but he chose this most critical time.

But can they blame the travelers? They didn't seem to be able to afford to feel that way, they weren't as mindless as Thorin was.

If it weren't for the Traveler, Thorin would have died at the hands of the Orcs in the Trolls Glade, including everyone present, who was born by the curse and now died by the curse, it seems that there is nothing to complain about.

Moreover, Thorin's attitude towards the traveler is in everyone's eyes, as a benefactor who helped the dwarves recapture the lonely mountain, the traveler did not ask for anything in return, and did not even look at the monstrous wealth, but was expelled by Thorin, and even prepared to do it, and the traveler was still very normal in color.

It's just that after all, that's everyone's former king.

No dwarf wants Thorin to die.

Bahrain let out a long sigh: "The duel is over. ”

"Dying in the midst of a dwarven duel is an act of honor, and Thorin Oakshield's life is a life worthy of respect, a life of magnificence."

"The dwarves of Turin will never forget his exploits."

"And the winner of the duel, according to the agreement, will inherit the throne of Thorin Oakshield and become the new, the dwarven king of Erebo."

He looked at Shalin and saluted preciously: "The new king of the mountain, Shalin Mithril Hammer!" ”

The dwarves were silent for a moment, and finally saluted the first queen in the history of the dwarves, chanting:

"The King of the Mountain!"

Lost and overwhelmed, Shalin even looked at Townsend with a pleading look.

From the moment she met Townwend, her life seemed to have deviated from the trajectory, and she was supposed to stay in the Blue Mountains, marry a dwarf, give birth to a dwarf, and then live a boring and stable life.

But she followed Townsend on a journey, defeating the Orc, defeating the trolls, making her way through the Misty Mountains, through the dark forests, and fighting her way through thousands of troops to finally reclaim the Lonely Mountain.

It was all just for the sake of her oath to Townsend that she had never wanted to be king.

How can she be king?

"Shalin, it looks like you have a lot of things to do next." Tang Sen just said, "The army of darkness is still eyeing beyond the lonely mountain, your people in the Iron Hills are still under siege, and the distant Mordor, a more powerful force, is gathering momentum. ”

"As the Dwarven King, you'll need to take on these responsibilities."

"Duty—" Sharin's expression steadfasted as she looked at the dwarves who bowed their heads to her.

"I don't know if I can do all this, but I swear in the name of Du Lin that as long as I don't fall, I will never let the Lonely Mountain fall again."

"For Durin!"

The dwarves raised their weapons: "For Turin!" ”

This event that could change the history of the dwarves has come to an end, and there are only less than forty dwarves present, and there is still a long way to go for Shalin to be fully recognized by all the dwarves.

But that's just the beginning, not the end, isn't it?

And Townwend, the traveler who secretly guided everything, looked his gaze into the distance, through the steel walls of Erebo, to the ravaging armies of darkness, and beyond, to Mordor entrenched in the east.

The dragon's wings are ready to go, and at the Traveler's behest, its dragon flame will surprise the dark enemy greatly.

"Things are starting to get interesting."

(End of chapter)