Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1103 1085. Pile of damage

 “Bang!!”

There was a loud noise, followed by an angry and sharp roar.

The main gate of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom has not been opened since it was breached by Smaug in a surprise attack.

With the architectural and aesthetic standards of the dwarves, the huge stone door leaning against the mountain was made angular, thick and solid with the regular beauty of geometric figures.

 The two statues of armed dwarf warriors on the left and right, which are as high as the gate, are not only decorative, but also further strengthen the force feedback of the gate in terms of architectural structure.

 But today, the thick and tall stone door was blasted from the inside out!

Smaug's wing claws hit it, his own momentum, the weight and strength of the dragon, and the weight of the gold dyed in the golden pool.

This stone door cannot withstand it at all!

The dazzling golden evil dragon gasped and rushed out of the lonely mountain, and the gravel and rubble shot out like raindrops.

After staggering on the ground for a few more steps, Smaug's golden wings stretched out and flapped toward the sky!

The huge wind pressure, even though the surrounding ground was already covered with bare earth and rocks, the flapping of Smaug's wings when taking off still forcibly scraped away the hard ground in this mountainous area within a radius of thirty meters. Half a meter of sand and dust!

　　It is complete when the large rocks that make up the mountain are directly exposed!

 The evil dragon soared into the sky because of the powerful wind pressure.

When it flies in the sky, it tightens its wings and rotates its whole body, and then opens its wings to obtain lift when the rotation speed is the fastest.

During this rotation process, a layer of gold on its surface that was still in a high-temperature liquid state was thrown away by centrifugal force.

Looking down, in the already deep night, Smaug almost spun around and a cloud of golden mist exploded on his body, and his huge body, which was so bright that it was dazzling, returned to its original reddish-brown skin.

After being shaken off, these liquid gold solidified into drop-shaped gold beads in the cold wind.

 Like bullets from the sky, they scattered and hit the ground with "crackling" sounds.

The mass of gold is too heavy. If a ton of gold is melted and cast into a cube, it will only have a side length of nearly 37 centimeters.

 It is about the size of a computer case.

And to dye Smaug's huge body with a layer of dye to turn it into a brilliant golden dragon, the weight must be at least a hundred tons!

 And after Smaug's chest was almost crushed by the high-temperature liquid gold, he still took off straight away with at least hundreds of tons of extra weight on his body!

After the evil dragon had flown far away, Bilbo, Fluffy Ball and the dwarves were able to catch up to the broken gate of the Lonely Mountain.

 “What have we done?”

 Watching the evil dragon flying straight towards Lake Town, Bilbo was stunned and murmuring in a low voice.

—

From Bilbo's point of view, although Lake Town was seriously damaged in the orc invasion last night, they also looked back on their way to the Lonely Mountain.

The townspeople of Changhu Town indeed began to move out of the town like ants, heading towards the ruins of the abandoned River Valley City.

 But no matter what, it’s impossible to finish the journey in one day, right?

The damage in the town is considerable, but you are not allowed to pack up your belongings when moving? Who can be willing to let his property be left where it is?

Hundreds of people from Changhu Town were packed up and moved within three days. Bilbo felt that it was fast.

 And what if the move is finished?

This area was gradually abandoned by people due to the threat of Smaug, and to this day there are only a few places where people can live.

 The abandoned Gushan, the abandoned ruins of River Valley City, and Changhu Town are gone.

Smaug just ran out of the Lonely Mountain in a rage and full of rage. When he arrived at Lake Town, he saw no one again. The dragon was not stupid, so it naturally knew that there was only one place left for the townspeople to go.

 No matter what, Bilbo felt a sense of guilt about doing things for himself but involving others, and the pain caused by it.

However, what this hobbit who came out of the Shire and adventured all the way didn’t know was that—

There are indeed people in Lake Town now, and these people are ready to take this opportunity to kill Smaug directly.

 Lan En's overall planning was the main one, while Bud contributed his trust and prestige among the residents of Changhu Town.

 The two combined together produce super efficiency.

The hundreds of people in Changhu Town, including a morning of search and rescue and cooling-off time, had actually been moved away by dusk.

This kind of efficiency in doing things, let alone Bilbo, a hobbit from Hobbiton in the Shire, even Bard felt confused.

But Lann thought about every step. After the direction of the plan was formulated, the witcher worked with the biological intelligence in his mind to formulate many policies to address various details and oversights.

 So when transferring the population, Bud only felt that all actions were like clouds and flowing water.

If any problem occurs in the middle and causes the team to stagnate, Lan En will appear from the side and solve the problem as if he is well prepared, and then the team will continue to move forward.

Even the Elf King Thranduil was impressed by this ability of overall planning and command.

He can actually do this in his own kingdom, but the basis of this situation is that the elves in the Woodland Kingdom have basically lived under his governance for at least thousands of years.

  It is not so much the ability of overall planning, but rather the tacit understanding accumulated over a long period of time, as well as the combined effect of the average quality of the elves that is higher than the sky.

 In short, it took them less than an afternoon to completely evacuate the residents of Changhu Town from this small town built on a huge rock in the middle of the lake.

 Only Bard, Thranduil, who mastered the black arrow, twenty elite elven archers, and Lan were left. Thranduil had no intention of letting himself and his warriors shoot black arrows.

 According to his words: Elves are always not very comfortable with the creations of dwarves.

The same goes for Black Arrow, and so does Wind Crossbow.

And Bard's shooting skills are not bad in Thranduil's eyes, no different from his elite archers.

 His own abilities, family feud, and Bard's sense of responsibility to the people of Lake Town made Thranduil feel confident that the Black Arrow would stay in Bard's hands and make the best use of it.

At dusk, Lan En and Bud walked together on the dilapidated Changhu Town trail, but there were still occasional intact houses.

 They had to go from house to house to light lamps or add lamp oil to make the town look lively at first glance from above.

Bard had just poured out a small saucer of lamp oil from the oil pot, then lit the wick on the saucer and hung it in the glass lampshade.

 He ​​raised his head and could see the snow-capped mountains in the distance shining in the golden sunlight of dusk from the damaged building in front.

There is not much movement there yet, but Bud has begun to feel uneasy.

 Although no matter how you analyze it, facing Smaug is an inevitable situation.

 But the luck mentality that exists in life keeps popping up.

Maybe it’s not that bad, maybe the evil dragon is still sleeping, maybe the evil dragon just went out for the tooth-beating ceremony.

 But until the end, Bud still had to face reality and sigh.

 “Take this.”

After sighing, a greeting came from Bud's side.

 Bard came back to his senses and raised his hand to catch the small bottle that Lan threw to him across a water channel.

 It is a special thickened glass bottle with a liquid as thick as oil inside.

"What's this?"

Bard looked at the small bottle and asked.

On the opposite side of the waterway, Lan En also happened to light a candle and put it on the candlestick.

"[Higher Dragon Oil] is a targeted poison that I often apply on my weapons when facing dragon beasts. Although I have never used it on evil dragons like Smaug, even if it lacks specificity, its toxicity is strong enough. "

The witcher fixed the candlestick and turned to look at the human archer.

 At the same time, demonstrate the smearing action with your hands.

“Put it on your arrow. I’m a monster hunter. Although I haven’t dealt with this kind of dragon yet, it’s always good to pile more damage, right?”

Bard doesn’t know what a ‘dragon’ is, he only knows the evil dragon Smaug. But he recognized Lan En's logic.

Since you want to fight Smaug, you have to use all means.

"Are there any more?" Bard shook the special glass bottle in his hand at Lan En. "The black arrows are long and big. Wouldn't it be better to get more? I heard that you wizards have a lot of strange things in your hands. , why not just take it all out this time?”

Lan En, who was getting a lamp, raised his eyebrows and didn't bother to correct Bard's wrong name from the dwarves. Then he reached into the alchemy leather bag on his waist and took another dig.

He then threw several small triangles made of folded oil paper to Bud across the waterway.

Bard caught them all with quick eyes and quick hands.

“[Bulk gold rosin].”

Lan showed Bard how to use it with a non-physical performance.

"Just make a hole in the oil paper and rub it on the weapon. That will make your weapon temporarily emit golden thunder and lightning, but the golden thunder and lightning does not last long, at most half a minute. You have to seize the opportunity."

“There is a kind of dragon that is very afraid of this golden thunder and lightning, but I still say the same thing, I don’t know how it will react on Smaug.”

"Thanks."

Bard solemnly put [Higher Dragon Oil] and [Bulk Golden Rosin] in the inner pocket of his old leather windbreaker. After taking it out with his palm, he pressed the position of the inner pocket hard.

 “By the way, where are the elves?”

Bard also started lighting firelights and glass lanterns along the road again, and he suddenly said to Lan.

“Don’t worry, I’ve given you everything you need to give. The [Advanced Dragon Clan Oil] is enough to coat the arrowheads of each of the twenty-one of them.”

As Lan En spoke, he shook the oil pot in his hand to determine how much lamp oil was left in it.

“[Golden rosin] is not much, but I gave them additional support.”

　　【Golden Pine Resin】is a souvenir that Flannel Ball took with him when he left the world of fire, and he didn’t have much to begin with. They were all taken from Losric, which was originally the Dragon Hunting Kingdom.