"Ah——"

"Get out of the way!"

"Bahrain was hit by an arrow! Bahrain fell!"

"I got an arrow in the knee!"

The formation suddenly fell into chaos, which is normal. Even a dwarf who is born brave can not maintain the formation after most people have been hit by arrows.

Thorin almost gritted his teeth. He swung the blade with all his strength. The Orc head in front of him rose into the sky, and black blood sprinkled on his face, as if it was a primitive totem.

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

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

"It's over——"

This was Thorin's first reaction.

He has experienced battlefields, and there is no chance of him surviving such an injury.

"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 not die."

He couldn't think too much and turned to look at his tribe. He saw the dwarves covering their wounds one by one, with a hint of confusion in their fear.

Then, a dwarf slowly raised his battle ax.

"I...I seem to be fine?"

"I'm fine too!"

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

"Bahrain stood up! He can still fight!"

Their emotions suddenly became excited and they roared: "Kill! Kill all these Oaks!"

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

The king's leadership allowed the dwarves to calm down from the ecstasy of escape, but obviously, their morale was completely different.

When Tang Sen took out the stone box, it was impossible to say that there was no doubt in everyone's mind. However, it was a desperate situation, so the dwarves had no choice but to be a dead horse... Even if it was fake, at least they could do it before they died.

Touching gold isn’t it?

The Durin dwarves haven't touched this thing for a long time.

But when he discovered that he really would not die, and that 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 oaks were suddenly not worth mentioning.

The Oaks still wanted to take down the dwarves with a desperate attitude, but when the dwarves' camp had piled up a layer of corpses, and the dwarves were all covered with arrows and scars, but they were still alive and kicking.

, even if he is as cruel as an Oak, he can't help but feel cold in his heart.

Unknowingly, Oak's movements slowed down, and there were even Oaks quietly retreating.

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

"Don't let Oak go!"

"waaagh!"

The red-eyed dwarves immediately charged. Shalin, who was holding a giant hammer, ran the fastest. She had long wanted to kill without restraint. Among the wolves, no one could see her figure, only the one being killed.

The mithril hammer dyed black was swung, and large swaths of Orcs were smashed away.

The Oaks' morale could no longer hold up under this wave of charge. They fled in all directions, some fled into the jungle, and some hid behind the hills.

"Victory! Victory!"

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

That is the decoration that belongs to the winner.

Thorin immediately counted everyone and confirmed that although most of the dwarves were injured, no one was killed, and finally smiled.

He raised the blade and shouted:

"For Durin!"

The dwarves shouted in unison: "For Thorin Oakenshield! For the King Under the Mountain!"

Then, with the support of 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, he just looked at Tang Sen, and the surrounding area gradually became quiet.

Tang Sen smiled and said nothing, patiently waiting for the newly victorious king to organize his words.

After a long time, Thorin suddenly grasped the arrow in his chest, pulled it out cleanly, and then placed it in front of Tang Sen.

"Traveler, the dwarves keep their word. From today on, you are the most distinguished guest of the dwarves!"

"Take this sharp arrow that pierced my heart as proof."

"Whether you or your descendants come to the city of Durin Dwarves with this arrow in hand, Durin Dwarves will agree to your request."

Tang Sen took the arrow with a rare serious expression and said: "Then I will accept it."

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

Thorin's face stiffened, and he turned around and left.

"Thorin Oakenshield is a qualified king." Gandalf came to the side at some point and said in a faint tone: "Traveler, your goal has been achieved."

"What purpose?"

Tang Sen looked at Gandalf blankly, while quietly using Gandalf's robe that was dragged on the ground to wipe away the blood on the arrow.

"Since you know everything, how could you not know that there are Orcs outside the Troll Grove?"

Gandalf said: "Moreover, you waited until the dwarves couldn't hold on any longer before you took out the cursed gold coins... All of this is the result you want to see, right?"

"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 else, but Tang Sen had already wandered away.

He squinted his eyes and watched Tang Sen walk to the side of Sha Lin, and then resolutely withdrew the mithril hammer amidst Sha Lin's miserable howl.

"By the grace of Ilúvatar, is it a blessing or a curse for such a person to come to Middle-earth?"

Gandalf muttered to himself and lowered his head. When he saw the messy blood stains on his beloved gray robe, he was suddenly stunned.

"Nasty traveler!"

He gripped the staff tightly and was about to go to Tang Sen to settle the score when suddenly a dwarf shouted: "Those Orcs are back again!"

"How is that possible?"

Thorin, who was sulking, suddenly raised his head. He was sure that Oak had lost his courage.

But what is surprising is that after the hills, the figure of Oak did reappear.

Thorin clenched his weapon again and was about to call the dwarves to prepare for battle. Suddenly, he heard a muffled sound from the earth.

The sound is getting closer and closer, becoming more and more shocking.

That was the sound of horse hooves, a sound that could only be made by strong and well-trained war horses, at least hundreds of them running together.

Orcs cannot tame war horses.

Thorin raised his head and looked at the top of the hills. Behind the Oaks, in the direction of the rising sun, there was golden light shining.

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

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

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

Thorin gripped the weapon harder than before and squeezed out the word from between his teeth.
Chapter completed!