Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1080 1062. The Supreme One

 “We have found our master again, the elf.”

 A hoarse, leaky, unpleasant voice echoed in the hall, with a hint of pride in its low voice.

 In the woodland kingdom, buildings are closely connected with the tall trees that have grown for unknown ages in the dark forest.

The elves used their own artistic aesthetics to combine trees and rocks to create a winding and beautiful woodland kingdom.

Thranduil, the Elven King of the Woodland Kingdom. The name means 'vigorous spring' in Elvish.

 So he will wear different crowns in different seasons.

It is autumn now, so on his silky waist-length white hair, he is wearing a crown made of red pearl-like berries and branches.

 An elf was escorting the captured orc, kneeling before the king and accepting questions.

 The words of the orcs could not make this elegant and delicate-faced elf king feel psychological fluctuations.

Although he is a "relatively" young elf king, he has seen a lot.

"This is the nature of evil." After the orcs shouted, Thranduil walked up to explain and said to the elven warriors who were suppressing the orcs.

"Because people are becoming more and more numb to evil, in the open wilderness, under people's eyes, evil always gathers strength again. Until no one can control it anymore, and then they show themselves freely to the world, Traveling in all directions.”

Thranduil's temperament and appearance are even worse than those of his son Legolas.

 At this time, he was just like looking at an object, turning around and looking at the captured orc in his territory without emotion.

According to the records reported by the patrol members, his son Legolas and the captain of the guard Tauriel, after handing the prisoner to others, went to Lake Town on their own.

It is said that it is to ‘contain the spread of evil’.

Thranduil knew very well that this was because the young and energetic elf was dissatisfied with his inaction during this period.

 But this did not prevent him from having a bad mood when facing the orc captives.

“It’s not surprising that you gutter rats always find their masters. A troll who can’t say anything bad can be your master. I don’t care about that, orcs.”

Thranduil spoke unhurriedly. The ugly and dirty face of the orc in front of him, and the jagged fangs that could not even close his mouth could not affect him.

“Tell me why you invade my territory. Tell me the truth and you will be free.”

 It is a luxury to hope that evil people can have a backbone. At least this orc has no backbone or persistence.

After knowing that he might survive, he was not prepared to hide anything.

 “We were chasing the group of dwarves, so we broke in.”

 “Don’t be vague!” Thranduil didn’t need to speak this time. The elven warrior who knelt down on the orc was also experienced.

 Immediately found the key points from the rhetoric that seemed harmless at first glance.

“What are those dwarves doing and what are their identities that made you send so many people and expend so much effort to hunt them down?”

The orc's jagged teeth cluttered, but in the end he spoke honestly.

“Thorin Oakenshield.”

Thranduil was standing casually behind the kneeling orc, with his back turned to him, but now he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to stare at him.

The orc had no eyes on the back of his head, so he continued talking.

“Thorin Oakenshield has organized an expedition to restore the kingdom, but the dwarf **** like him will never become king!”

 “You mean the Gushan Kingdom? The King under the Mountain?”

Thranduil asked softly.

“But there is no King Under the Mountain and no Kingdom on the Lonely Mountain. As long as Smaug is here, no one will dare to get close to Elbor!”

 “Haha.” The orc’s unpleasant voice seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, with contempt in his tone. "You know nothing, elves!"

 “The world will burn! Our time is back!”

"Do you really think that we just got beaten twice by some dumb troll this time and then we surrendered to him? Accept him as our master?"

 The orc laughed strangely, and his body trembled with excitement.

“My master serves the Supreme One! Do you understand, elves? The fire of war will burn the entire city!”

Thranduil, whose face was completely cold, stretched out a clear sword light from under his gorgeous robe.

 The sword light passed through one side of the orc's neck smoothly and stopped on the other side.

The elf warrior who was grabbing the orc's scalp and kneeling down on the orc didn't have time to react. Only the orc's head was left in his hand.

The body was lying on the ground, and its feet were twitching like a fish on the beach.

 “Your Majesty, you promised to let him go free.”

The elf warrior said in a daze.

 “I let it go.” The Elf King waved a beautiful sword in his hand and put the sword into its sheath. "I set his hapless head free from his filthy body."

Thranduil walked down from the high platform of his throne without looking back, giving instructions to those around him as he walked.

“Gather your troops! Follow me to Changhu Town!”

Although his expression remained calm and stern, many elves who were familiar with Thranduil could hear that he was anxious.

This time things are different from the usual small fights, and his son Legolas is still in Lake Town!

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"There's no way!" Bard was still explaining to Dwalin, "I can get these weapons. The real military weapons are in the mayor's armory and will not be open to anyone. Do you understand? He has always been on guard. What about us townspeople!” ˆ ˆ ˆ “It would be great if I could transform this in secret!”

Dwalin is a stalwart dwarf with a bald head, but the rest of his body is so hairy that it sprouts. He is a senior warrior in the dwarf team. He has been a member of the dwarf army since the Lonely Mountain period.

 “Then you might as well just let us die!”

 He smashed the harpoon in his hand again angrily.

 At this time, it was already past noon outside, and the much bigger sun cast golden light on the long lake.

The large ice floes in the waterway have become smoother at the edges, and they reflect the sun's light, making them sparkling.

Many small boats in the waterway, the hulls of the boats and the buildings in Changhu Town made a slight sound of wooden collisions driven by the small waves.

“Only those who can fight in the mayor’s armory?”

Thorin stood up and stared at Bard to confirm.

“Then let’s go find the armory. Let’s steal a batch! No matter what, the Day of Turin is just around the corner! We must be in place before the Day of Turin!”

"You? Stealing ordnance? The fourteen of you can't even get together ten kilograms of iron on your body, and you have no weapons or armor. Do you want to take this risk when the guards may discover it at any time?"

Bard didn't understand why these dwarves were in such a hurry.

 “Well, don’t be so anxious, Thorin.”

Lann waved his hands to the dwarves to stop their impulsive thoughts.

"If you need weapons and supplies, I may be able to think of a solution for you when I go to the mayor later."

The witcher touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Can you really do it?" Bud looked at Lan En uncertainly, "The mayor doesn't trust anyone except himself."

“It’s hard to say, but we have to go see him and tell him clearly about the orcs.”

 Afterwards, Bard and Lann told the dwarves not to go out for the time being and to stay with the flannel ball and the children.

When Bard used the smuggling route to get the dwarves into Long Lake Town, many townspeople had already seen it, and as a result, there were a lot of whispers in Long Lake Town.

The lives of the townspeople in Changhu Town are not easy, and in front of the mayor's mansion in the town, there is a tall statue that is useless but made of solid and expensive materials.

Bud seemed to be a man of prestige and support from the people. When he and Lan walked on the narrow and slippery boardwalk in Lake Town, people would always greet him first, or at least nod, and then express curiosity. He looked at the witcher with amazement.

The reason why the mayor of Changhu Town was specifically targeting him didn't take long for Lan En to figure out clearly along the way.

The mayor obviously didn't want to see his position unstable. After all, the townspeople seemed to have complained about him.

But while following Bard to the mayor's mansion, Lan's keen hearing always heard people enthusiastically repeatedly mentioning a poem or prophecy in their chats.

“Lord of the Silver Spring, King of the Stones. King of the Mountains, will return to his throne.”

Bard also heard these poems that were constantly repeated in the mouths of the people, but he frowned, as if he had thought of something but could not fully recall it.

But before Bud or Lan really finished listening to this poem, they had already arrived in front of the mayor's mansion.

 This is a rare building in Changhu Town that is made of bricks, stones, and sandstone.

There were two guards standing at the door, but Lan En glanced left and right and determined that there was at least a guard lounge nearby.

As long as something happens at the door, a group of guards will rush out in less than half a minute.

“You’re not going to knock them out again, are you?”

Bard led Lan En closer while cautiously asking behind him in a low voice.

 Lan curled his lips.

“Come on, Master Bud. Do I look fierce and brainless?”

 He came to ask the mayor to strengthen the town's defenses, not to dismantle the town's defenses himself.

 And excluding violent means, his ability to do things is not bad, right?

Bard felt uneasy, but now that the matter was over, he could only bite the bullet and walk in front of Lan En.

 If killing him at the mayor's residence would not cause public opinion to boil, Bard had no doubt that the mayor would kill him early on.

 Exile or execution.

 Now, for the sake of Changhu Town, he must come to see him.

As expected, the guard at the door knew Bard. When he saw Bard walking towards the mayor's mansion, he was shocked at first, and then tightened his grip on the spear.

Bard opened his mouth, but before he could speak.

 Lan En, who was behind him, took a step forward and stood in front of him.

And seemingly unintentionally, he brushed his hair, which was like melted silver, and buried his ears in the silver hair.

The witcher has a cold and calm expression, giving him the first advantage.

“This is the mayor’s official residence? Where is your mayor?”

ˆ “.”

The guard at the door who was originally going to come up to question Bard was immediately put off.