Everyone walked past the dead spiders with inexplicable awe in their eyes.
Even more so, the dwarves looked at Carl with a bit of horror in their eyes. Carl, he said that he would burn without blinking.
At this moment, looking at the spider corpses all over the ground, the dwarves felt a rare compassion for them.
Encountering Carl, these spiders had lost their luck for eight lifetimes.
Gulu still had an excited smile on his face. It was the happiest and most content he had felt in a while.
Seeing the fireworks burning made him feel warm, especially when the spiders who tried to stop his master's progress were all dead.
After crossing the territory of the giant spider, everyone walked along the jungle for a long time, and their eyes suddenly widened.
Of course, this does not mean that they had walked out of the dark jungle, but that a road had appeared in front of them.
A road opened up in the dark jungle, endless as far as the eye can see, leading to the far horizon.
"This is the old forest road!" Thorin suddenly said, his eyes full of emotion.
The road in front of them, this almost straight road that runs through the dark jungle, is the avenue that their ancestors, the Turin dwarves, spent countless manpower and material resources reclaiming.
This is the road that the dwarves built to connect the kingdom of the Lonely Mountain and the Blue Mountains, but now it looks a bit barren, with grass and trees beginning to grow on it.
Carl glanced at the road with no end in sight, but he couldn't help but admire it. The dwarves are indeed skilled civil engineers to create such a road in the dark and dense forest with such complex terrain.
You must know that there are no bulldozers or excavators here, just using their hands and manpower, they dug thousands of miles through the dark jungle.
How can such a huge project not make people admire the builders?
Feeling grateful, everyone continued on the road again, walking for three days, but a new obstacle appeared in front of them.
"Master, there are elves occupying the front, and that is their territory," Gulu said, looking around vigilantly.
This place is a bit far from the dark places. He didn't like to come here in the past, so he still has a little bit of fear here.
Elves are not lenient with dark creatures, so it's natural to be afraid.
Hearing this, Carl glanced at Thorin.
Thorin certainly knew what Carl meant. He had always harbored deep prejudice against elves, and Carl was understandably worried.
"As long as it's not that guy's territory, then I won't cause trouble."
Now they want to go to the Lonely Mountain, which is a must-pass, so no matter what, they have to face the elves.
However, after half a day...
"Huhuhu~" Everyone dashed forward and ran away.
"Thorin, didn't you say you wouldn't cause trouble?" Carl glanced at the elves who were chasing after them but was speechless.
Thorin's words were really not convincing at all. When he first met the elf lord here, the so-called king of the woods - Thranduil, he turned hostile immediately.
Carl was stunned.
But after he knew that the king here was Thranduil, he instantly understood the grievances that had occurred between the two.
At that time, the dwarves sent troops to retake Moria, and they were ambushed by the Orc army of Azog, and the situation was in crisis.
And those elven armies led by Thranduil passed by, but they just watched from the sidelines and had no plans to rescue them at all.
In the end, Thorin's grandfather Thorne was killed, and his father Thrain lost his whereabouts.
All of this made Thorin hate the King of the Woodland, Thranduil.
Carl didn't expect that this guy, Thorin, who had gone through so much along the way, was still brooding about it, and he couldn't even endure it for a while and pass it.
Carl looked at Thorin, who was gritting his teeth and his eyes were on fire, but he was a little speechless in his heart.
It is the will of others if they do not act. After all, the Elf King Thranduil doesn't owe you anything, so it's really unfair that you take anger out on him for this inexplicable reason.
Carl wanted to say something, but looked at Thorin's eagerness to eat Thranduil, and finally closed his mouth.
Although Thorin is sometimes heroic, sometimes he is stubborn and unreasonable.
Carl didn't think words alone would get him out of the horns.
Of course, he was absolutely sympathetic to what happened to Thorin.
After all, the good Turin people were killed by people like this. As the king and lord of the tribe, Thorin must have suffered a lot in his heart.
"Whoosh!" Just as he was thinking, arrows came from behind, shooting towards Carl and the others.
With a few neat flower knives, Carl directly chopped off the sharp arrows that came.
Looking back, I found that a handsome elf was constantly jumping in the forest, holding a longbow in his hand, and constantly shooting at them.
"This elf is so handsome?" Carl frowned slightly, looking at the elf chasing them behind him.
The dwarves were not slow to escape, but there were still elves behind them that could catch up with them, which was indeed surprising.
Under the tempering brought to them by Azog, running away from Yanran has become one of the skills that the dwarves are proficient in.
Looking at the elf chasing behind, Carl thought.
"He's handsome and powerful. Could it be Thranduil's son? That Legolas?" Carl guessed in his heart.
In addition to the Elf Prince Legolas, Carl couldn't think of anyone else who could have such strength and skill in the Woodland Kingdom.