The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Get out!" Thorin clutched his head and stumbled towards the steps, almost hitting a nearby stone fence several times.

Devarin looked at Thorin helplessly at the corner of the steps, took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the Throne Hall, towards the dwarves waiting anxiously on the wall.

Gold, such a wonderful gold. It was as if a walker in the desert saw a sweet spring, and it was as if a drowning man grabbed a wooden board floating on the water. Thorin staggered towards the treasure house filled with gold. Not only gold, but the heirloom of the Turin royal family, the Arken Stone, known as the Heart of the Mountain, was inside, and it must be inside. He will find the gemstone and move all the gold to a safe place.

Thorin was holding his head, the noise in his ears made him unable to stand firmly, and fell from the steps and plunged into the nearby golden mountain.

Chapter 767: Return

Thorin didn't know how many voices were in his head.

It seems that ten thousand people are surrounding him, whispering to him constantly. These damn, ghost-like voices rushed across his brain. Those familiar voices appeared in his mind over and over again, appeared in his ears, lingering.

Thorin fell to his knees in a patch of gold.

Gold.

The countless gold piled hills are like the continuous peaks of the foothills of the Lonely Mountain controlled by the king of the mountain.

This is the domain of the King under the Mountain, the treasure of Lord Silver Spring.

Vague outlines appeared on the hills, one after another, humans and dwarves. Their figures are so illusory, misty like smoke, but like real people. They talked and told each other, scenes after scenes appeared before Thorin's eyes.

...The value of these treasures cannot be estimated by human lives...

......You are wearing a crown and sitting in this high wall now, but you look smaller than ever...

...I swear by my life that I will never share any gold coin...

...You don't know what you have become!

...The blind ambition of the King of the Lonely Mountain...

... Am I not the king? !

... he was blinded by his own desire...

...As if I am still something, the low dwarf lord...

... That treasure will bring greed and dragon disease. Thorin, look at yourself, this greed used to drive your grandfather crazy!

...Look at you, this is Thorin, Thorin Oakshield, son of Thorin, grandson of Thor...

...Bahrain, I am not my grandfather...

Gold, gold lit up a dazzling golden light.

The golden light shines on the treasure house, and the gold seems to have come alive. There is gold everywhere. The gold of the enemy is rich and can buy the gold of the whole world. The golden light makes everything around you look so pale and weak. What can resist the power of gold, and what can resist the magic of gold? No, it doesn't exist.

...Not everyone is for gold, Thorin. Not everyone.

...Not everyone.

Wizard?

...Dragon syndrome, this is the dragon syndrome.

Bahrain?

... Is this gold more important than your reputation, Thorin?

Bilbo?

Thorin slowly raised his head and looked at this familiar and unfamiliar treasure house.

He is very familiar. He has been in this treasure house for the past few days. He has moved from one golden mountain to another, from the fence of gold bricks to the sandy beaches paved with diamonds, from the jars made of gold to the stones made of gems. Behind the curtain, he walked around every corner of the treasure house, stepping on the treasures that countless people couldn't ask for, looking for the traces of Arken Stone.

Very strange, he never thought that this would be what Thorin Oak Shield did. What is he doing these days? Is this him? Thorin stared motionlessly at the golden mountain lying in front of him. This golden mountain grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, as if the mountain of gold was about to face him, and was overwhelming towards this tiny dwarf wearing a crown on his head. Come down.

Thorin took a step back subconsciously.

He heard the sound of swimming, and he slowly turned around. Under the gold, the black shadow of an evil dragon was like a snake in the water, twisting his dark body to walk through the gold. Thorin noticed that there seemed to be more and more gold coins in the nearby Jinshan, and the nearby hills made of gold coins seemed to have come alive, growing continuously and getting higher and higher.

...Dyne and they are dying...

The voice became weaker and weaker in the tumbling call of gold.

Then he understood. It is not that the gold mountain is getting higher and higher, but the gold inside seems to be splitting, with more and more gold coins, the gold mountain gradually reaching the top of the treasure house. Gradually, gold coins began to fill every corner of the treasure house, and more and more gold pushed each other to occupy every space in the treasure house. There was so much gold that Thorin would be crushed to death by the heavy gold.

...They are dying, your people...

The misty memories looked so bleak and feeble under the dazzling golden light, Thorin tried to reach out and grab them, they slipped through his fingertips.

These golds that once made people feel extremely happy, now every gold coin seems to have an abominable face. These gold coins were laughing at Thorin, squeezing Thorin from all directions. Thorin wanted to escape, but found that there was nowhere to escape. Everything turned into a golden color, and he couldn't find a place in the treasure house that was not gold. He wants to climb up, climb out, but the amount of gold is too much, he seems to be caught in a swamp of gold, no matter how hard he is, he will only sink deeper and deeper into the gold. He struggled hard to escape the cursed gold, but it didn't help.

...You are the heir to the Turin royal family, and you will become your grandfather.

...I am not my grandfather.

Gradually, Thorin's black figure was completely submerged under the billowing gold.

The treasure house was silent again.

Ding Dong————-

Thorin threw the crown to the ground, and after a few laps on the ground, he bumped into a nearby golden cup that fell on the ground and stopped. He seemed to regain his senses abruptly, and the icy air in the lonely mountain soothed his frantic nerves. Looking at the crown rolling down in front of him, the surrounding gold lay quietly at his feet.

He took a step forward, then turned and walked towards the door of the treasure house, letting the crown fall among the piles of gold coins shrouded in shadow. Thorin walked out of the treasury gate and was thrown aside in order to show off the coat of the King of the Lonely Mountain. Next to the treasure house door, he saw the sword lying in the corner of the wall. He didn't know how long this sword had been lying here. Perhaps he was left here when he was about to step into the treasure house door after returning to Gushan.

Outside the hall, sunlight fell on the stone wall of Iruba, where the dwarves of the expedition team stayed, attacking any orcs below who tried to approach the gate with crossbow arrows. They swear allegiance to Thorin and allegiance to the King of the Mountain. This is the support they can provide to the Ironfoot Army without violating the order. The orcs are constantly compressing the position of Dyne's forces.

"Did Thorin agree?"

Seeing Dewarin coming out, Bahrain immediately walked up and asked.

Devarin opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and in the end, he could only sigh.

"He can't be like this." Kili looked anxiously at the battle outside. "Let's go and persuade him together, Dyne needs him!"

"You're right, Kellett." It was not Dewarin who answered Kellett, but Thorin, who came out from the depths of the dark tunnel, "broke the gravel blocking the gate and let's go out."

"Sorin...?" The other dwarves looked at the king under the mountain in surprise. But then, these dwarves breathed a sigh of relief, Thorin's face was a little pale because of his long stay in the treasury, but the look in his eyes was undoubtedly the familiar Thorin.

"Bring the equipment, let us go out and kill the group of orcs!"

Chapter 768 Raid Operation

"Are you ready?"