"It turns out that there is still such a grudge between my father and these dwarves," Legolas couldn't help muttering after listening to Carl's statement.
Thranduil had always struck him as calm, graceful, irresistible, majestic, and inviolable.
But he never expected that he would be bullied by the dwarves once.
"Then why are you helping these dwarves?" Legolas wondered again.
"Hehe, His Royal Highness, I'm just a poor man. I don't have a good father like you. Of course I'm begging for food," Carl laughed.
Of course, half the wealth of the underground city, plus the experience of a dragon, is indeed a delicious meal.
"Alright, I got it."
Legolas didn't see Carl's hypocrisy, and he nodded seriously, thinking that the Ranger in front of him was really an honest and loyal human being.
"Let's go, I won't embarrass you." After saying that, Legolas paused, and then said, "Of course, the dwarves owe us, and we will definitely take it back. If there is a dispute at that time, I hope you can hide away."
Having said that, he turned and walked away.
He has always had clear grievances, and acted justly. Naturally... he wouldn't have the heart to let his father suffer such unfair treatment.
...
Watching Legolas leave, Carl nodded slightly:
"That's the role model, Thorin. If you had half the family, you wouldn't be so poor."
Carl's evaluation of Legolas' performance is indeed very high. At least, just because of this ignorant attitude, he has surpassed Thorin by an unknown number of streets.
Thorin, a reckless man, talks too much and ends up in tears.
Carl turned around and chased after Thorin and the others again.
The Lonely Mountain is in front of you, just cross the Long Lake.
However, Carl didn't notice that his departing figure was noticed by a beast...
"Is that... Carl?" A dull, throaty voice came from under the dark forest…
...
Since he lost sight of Thorin and others in the Haar Swamp, Azog has been constantly running around looking for them.
After much investigation, he finally found out that Thorin and others had passed through the dark jungle.
They seem to be heading to the Lonely Mountain.
"Is it Lonely Mountain?" Azog pondered for a moment, and after a while, his eyes lit up.
He finally understood the purpose of Thorin's group.
"Stupid dwarf, trying to challenge the dragon's wrath."
Under the Lonely Mountain, the old ruins of the dwarf kingdom are buried. Thorin went to the Lonely Mountain, definitely to enter the city under the mountain.
Traveling thousands of miles to the city under the mountain, what is Thorin for?
The answer goes without saying; it must be for the wealth there.
But the wealth there is not so easy to obtain. Don't forget that there is also a dragon entrenched there.
Thinking about it, Azog pondered for a while, then suddenly laughed again, and murmured to himself, "Then I... I'll go and feed you guys too."
After saying that, Azog was about to leave, but suddenly received an order.
…
After listening to his subordinate's report, Azog couldn't help but scold angrily: "What, damn it, it happened at this time."
But there was no way. At first, in order to regain his new life, he had already thrown himself into the darkness. Now that the darkness was calling him, he had to act according to his orders.
Azog rushed back to Dol Guldur overnight to see his master.
Dark shadows filled the air, and the huge magic power gathered in the barren land. Azog lowered his head:
"Master, I don't know why you called me back?"
"Azog," a psychedelic voice came from the shadows, "Elves, dwarves, and humans, they are all gathered in the north now, the time has come, I want you to lead all the orcs to ambush."
Azog, who was still a little resentful in his heart, suddenly raised his head, stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "Master, do you mean Gushan?"
"Yeah... go, while they're... weak."
After all, the shadow disappeared again.
Azog was overjoyed, could he finally send troops in an upright manner?
His master finally made a decision, and the goal was Lonely Mountain.
Azog left excitedly, and he wanted to gather all the troops, all the Orcs, to go to the Lonely Mountain and kill his feud.
This time, there will never be any more surprises.
…
Not long after Azog left, behind the stone pillar, a white figure came out.
"Sauron, do you think this guy can lead your army to win this war?" Saruman asked into the air.
"Of course, where the elves are sending troops, the dwarves are also waiting for the opportunity, and those poor humans."
"The little Lonely Mountain has begun to become lively. Now, as long as there is a little spark, the war will ignite."
"Just be patient, and all that awaits... is the coming reign of darkness."
"Have you not thought about the consequences of failure?" Saruman asked.
"Hahaha!" The unbridled laughter suddenly came, "Failure? I will never fail, never before, not now, and in the future... it will never happen."
"In this world, the only one who can beat me... is myself."
Sauron is very confident. Of course, he does have the right to say so.
After all, his ability, even those gods who claim to be aloof, are afraid of the existence of three points.
Today, it is just a small tribe of elves and dwarves, how could he take it to the bottom of his heart?
Of course, if he waited for his strength to fully recover, it would be even more perfect.
…
"Saruman, when will your companion... come?" Sauron asked suddenly.
"Don't worry, he's on the way and won't make you wait too long." Saruman glanced at the dark shadow and said expressionlessly.