People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 91 For the King of the Mountain!

"what--"

"Get out of the way!"

"Bahrain is shot! Bahrain is down!"

"I got an arrow in the knee!"

The formation suddenly became chaotic, which was normal, even if they were naturally brave as dwarves, there was no way to maintain the formation after most people were hit by arrows.

Thorin almost gritted his teeth, he swung the blade with all his strength, the Orc's head shot up into the sky in front of him, black blood sprinkled on his face, like a primitive totem.

Then, he found that at some point in his chest, there was also a sharp arrow stuck in it.

Obviously, the archer was very strong and lucky. The arrow pierced through the armor, and most of it penetrated into his chest, almost coming out through his body.

"It's over—"

This was Sorin's first reaction.

He has experienced the battlefield, such an injury, there is no possibility of him surviving.

"It doesn't seem to hurt?"

He immediately reacted from his instinctive thinking: "My hands and feet can still move, and my strength has not weakened at all. The curse is real, and it seems that I will definitely not die."

He didn't care about thinking too much, and turned to look at his clansmen, only to see the dwarves covering their wounds one by one, with a hint of confusion in their panic.

Then, a dwarf slowly raised his tomahawk.

"I seem to be okay?"

"I'm fine too!"

"It's a curse! We won't die!"

"Bahrain stood up! He can still fight!"

Their emotions became agitated in an instant, and they roared angrily: "Kill! Kill all these Orcs!"

"Calm down!" Thorin's roar overwhelmed everyone: "Get back into formation! Don't rush! There are still some of us who are not cursed!"

The king's leadership calmed the dwarves from their ecstasy of escape, but their morale was clearly different.

When Tang Sen took out the stone box, it was impossible to say that everyone had no doubts in their hearts, but it was a desperate situation, and the dwarves had no choice but to die as a living horse doctor. Even if it was fake, at least they could touch it before they died. Touching gold, isn't it?
It had been a long time since a Durin dwarf had touched such a thing.

But at this moment, when he realized that he really couldn't die, even if his heart was shot through, he could still be alive and kicking, in the eyes of the dwarves, those ferocious wargs and ugly orcs were suddenly not worth mentioning.

The Orcs still wanted to take down the dwarves with a desperate attitude, but when a layer of corpses piled up in front of the dwarf camp, and the dwarves were full of arrows and scars, but they were still alive and kicking. , Even if it is as cruel as Oak, he can't help feeling cold in his heart.

Unknowingly, Oak's movements slowed down, and even Oak was quietly retreating.

Thorin noticed this keenly. He raised his weapon and shouted: "They are going to be defeated! Charge with me!"

"Don't let the Orc go!"

"waaagh!"

The red-eyed dwarves immediately charged forward, and Sharin, who was holding a giant hammer, ran the fastest. She had long wanted to kill recklessly. Among the wolves, everyone could hardly see her figure. The mithril giant hammer dyed black was swung, and large pieces of orcs were smashed into the air.

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

"Victory! Victory!"

The dwarves laughed wantonly, not caring about the foul-smelling black blood on their faces.

That is the decoration that belongs to the winner.

Sorin immediately counted everyone and confirmed that although most of the dwarves were wounded, but no one was killed, he finally smiled.

He raised his blade and shouted:

"For Durin!"

The dwarves shouted: "For Thorin Oakenshield! For the King of the Mountain!"

Then, supported by the dwarves, he strode up to Tang Sen. Tang Sen was sitting, which allowed him to finally look at the traveler.

He didn't speak immediately, but just looked at Tang Sen, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Tang Sen smiled, but did not speak, patiently waiting for the newly victorious king to organize his words.

After a long time, Sorin suddenly grabbed the arrow in his chest, pulled it out neatly, and placed it in front of Tang Sen.

"Traveler, the dwarves will do what they say. From today onwards, you are the most honored guest of the dwarves!"

"As evidenced by the sharp arrow that pierced my heart."

"Whether you or your descendants come to the city of the Durin dwarves with this arrow, the Durin dwarves will grant you one request."

Tang Sen took the arrow with a rare expression of seriousness, and said, "Then I will accept it."

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

Sorin's face froze, and he turned his head and left.

"Thorin Oakenshield is a qualified king." Gandalf did not know when he came to the side, and said in a low tone: "Traveler, your goal has been achieved."

"For what purpose?"

Townsend looked at Gandalf blankly, while quietly wiping the blood on the arrow with the robe that Gandalf dragged on the ground.

"Since you know everything, how can you not know that there are Orcs beyond Trollglade?"

Gandalf said: "Besides, you didn't take out the cursed gold coins until the dwarves couldn't hold on any longer. All this is the result you want to see, isn't it?"

"Wizard, you are slandering me."

Tang Sen stood up, put away the arrow, and said, "Are you so suspicious of everyone?"

"Slander?" Gandalf wanted to say something more, but Tang Sen had already swayed away.

He squinted his eyes, watching Tang Sen walk to the side of Sha Lin, and then resolutely withdrew the Mithril giant hammer amidst Sha Lin's miserable howls.

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

Gandalf lowered his head as he muttered to himself, and was suddenly taken aback when he saw the messy blood stains on his beloved gray robe.

"Nasty Traveler!"

He gripped his staff tightly, and was about to settle accounts with Tang Sen, when suddenly a dwarf shouted: "The orcs are back!"

"how is this possible?"

Thorin, who was sulking, looked up sharply. He was sure that the Orcs had lost their nerve.

But what is surprising is that after the hills, the orcs did reappear.

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

The sound was getting closer and closer, more and more shocking.

That was the sound of horseshoes, strong and well-trained war horses, at least hundreds of horses running together to make a sound.

Orcs could not tame warhorses.

Thorin raised his head and looked towards the top of the hill. Behind the orcs, in the direction of the rising sun, there was a golden light shining.

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

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

Arrows shot out like rain, and the Orcs and Wargs had no ability to resist. Each arrow accurately took away one or even two lives.

Thorin gripped the weapon harder than before, forcing the word through his teeth.

"Elves!"

(End of this chapter)