Our "target is the Orcs, I don't want to mix the grievances between the dwarves and the elves. Facing" Beorn's question, Carl just said calmly.
"However, if the power of elves and dwarves joins in, wouldn't it be easier for us to deal with those Orcs?"
"Beorn, you're overthinking it, even without them, we can still win this war," Carl said, "Now, I just want to see, the persistent people on the ground, finally Will be controlled by desire, or can control desire."
?Beorn looked worried.
He didn't understand what Carl was thinking about next to him, or why he was so confident that he could win, but he knew that he just had to believe him.
He led all the able-bodied skin changers in the tribe to this place, and the only thing he can do now is to believe in Carl Zero Three "".
In fact, Carl didn't feel too angry about Thorin's choice.
Putting himself in his shoes, he could understand Thorin's thoughts.
On the one hand, it is the dream of restoring the country that I look forward to day and night, and on the other hand, it is the promise to Changhu Town, which is more important.
After all, not everyone can be so great and selfless, it is only natural for Thorin to choose Arken gems and give up Long Lake Town.
But understanding is understanding, Carl didn't want to see Thorin like this.
The Thorin he knew shouldn't be like this, the dwarf he saw on the road shouldn't be so bad, he shouldn't be lost on the road to recovery.
Thorin went from being heroic at nothing to guarding carefully after regaining the underground city, for fear of losing it. He has forgotten his original insistence.
He may not have discovered or understood that, in fact, the existence of a kingdom is sometimes not only sustained by gold coins and territory.
However, this time, maybe you will understand,
The thought flashed, Carl's ears suddenly moved slightly, and when he heard a strange noise, a smile appeared on his face, and he turned his eyes to the other side of the mountain.
On top of the green hills, on the top of the high hills and slopes, a stupid pig suddenly jumped out from behind the backlit stones.
The stupid pig was dressed in fine iron armor, armed to the teeth, eye protection, wrist guards, knee pads, and all parts of the body were protected.
And on its body, it also sat on a dwarf dressed in golden and heavy armor.
Beorn also turned his head to follow Carl's gaze, but the next moment, his eyes could not help shrinking slightly.
I saw that there was originally nothing, and above the empty and flat highlands and hills, black shadows slowly rose up, and the shadows were continuous, covering the entire edge of the hills.
"Crack cack!"
The neat footsteps, mixed with the thick and clear sound of iron tools, formed a majestic symphony, which slowly sounded over the valley.
The elves who were about to attack the city under the mountain were also shocked by this sudden scene.
Thranduil raised his head in surprise and turned his eyes to the hills. The dark shadow in the backlight gradually became clear. When he saw the person coming, his heart suddenly sank.
"Drilling and hugging Gulu!" The chariot took the lead, the dwarves followed, and the dwarf army slowly stagnated on the mountainside.
The dwarves on the city wall saw this scene, but their expressions of bitterness retreated from their faces. They couldn't help but get excited. It's reinforcements, the dwarves reinforcements from the Iron Hills, this is great, they don't have to be put through their stomachs.
Thorin finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the figure in front of the dwarf army, a smile appeared on his face after a long absence.
In the morning, "Okay! Elves." Before the dwarf riding a stupid pig set up an army, he shouted loudly to the elves in the valley with a laugh.
Of course, no one would respond to his greeting.
The dwarf didn't seem to be disappointed by the silence, but turned his attention to Thranduil again:
"Let me guess, what are you guys trying to do here, are you going to have a party, or are you going to party.
"Dyne," Thranduil interrupted the dwarf with a cold face, "the elves just want to take back what belongs to them!
Hahaha ", your stuff?"
"The city under the mountain has always been dwarves, and there is nothing you are looking for here."
"I think you'd better go back to the woods as soon as possible, that's where you should stay." Dain, the dwarf master of the Iron Hills, said with a smile.
Facing Dyne's provocation and contempt, Thranduil couldn't bear it any longer, he said with a sullen face:
"Do you really want to fight the elves, aren't you afraid of death?"
So was Thorin, so was Dain, all dwarves were instantly disgusting to Thranduil, and never had the rage in him been so fierce for a moment
He did not want the elves to be caught in the war, but, if it was for the honor of the elves, he would never step back.
He wouldn't go back so sullenly because of Dain's appearance, otherwise, what dignity would the elves have in front of these dwarves in the future?
How could he bow his head to these vulgar dwarves? Yes, absolutely not!
"Hahaha, angry? What, do you want to fight us?" Dain's face faced Thranduil's threat, but he didn't care.
"Bow ready, shoot!"
Thranduil directly answered Dain's words with action.
He can see that, if he wants to rely on words, he can't get back what belongs to them.
Now, only war can quell the anger of both sides and resolve the contradiction between them.
As the words fall,
"Kick, ka, ka!" Under the valley, in the golden color, the sound of tight bowstrings rose in unison, and then the sky was filled with haze, and tens of thousands of arrows crossed the high ground, with the momentum of turbulent Australia heading towards The dwarf army on the mountainside fell.
Looking at the arrows in the sky, the dwarves on the city wall raised their throats in their hearts.
"Hahaha," Dain's laughter sounded again at this time, "We also shoot arrows."
soft words fall,
"Puff puff!" A few huge arrow crossbows suddenly rose from the rear, and they flew into the air, spinning 4.6 times, and then like blooming flowers, extending iron blades around in the rotation, forming an airtight wind wall.
"Kick!" The arrows all over the sky collided with the wind wall, but in just a moment, they were all smashed, knocked down, and sat on the ground.
The momentum of the huge arrow crossbow still did not stop. After penetrating the dense network of elven arrows, it fell from top to bottom toward the dense army.
The rotating iron blade smashed into the elf army with an unstoppable momentum, like a meat grinder, the elves around were smashed and smashed, and the golden armor seemed useless.
With one blow, the power was fully displayed, and the dwarves prevailed. Thranduil looked at the dead elves, but was shocked and angry.
"Hey, fuck you, Laozi's stuff for you, hahaha!" Dain's laughter came again.