Chapter 282: Dragon? Dragon!

When a giant crossbow bolt two meters long began to emit a faint silver light, Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

Improving the runes engraved on the Noldor rune arrows to the crossbow bolts wasn't as easy as he had imagined.

First of all, enlarging the scale was a problem, and wanting to draw it coherently after enlargement also required a lot of experiments.

Allen was busy for a long time, and so far he had only completed about twenty, which wasn't enough for the twelve heavy crossbows on the city wall to complete two rounds of volley fire.

"Thud, thud, thud," "Thud, thud, thud," "Thud, thud, thud."

The feeling of trembling came from under Allen's feet bit by bit, and the Ithildin in the bowl rippled in circles under the vibration.

Immediately afterward, the snow on the summit of Mount Gundabad began to "crack" and creak, subsequently pouring down along the steep cliff, submerging countless withered branches and rubble along the way.

What kind of terrifying monster could trample out such a commotion?

The crowd busy on the city wall stopped their work one after another, their expressions turning from doubt to horror, followed by a firmness shimmering with brilliance.

"Woo~ woo~ woo-woo-woo." A hurried horn sound rang out from the North at the same time.

Allen's figure leaped high from the city wall with a "swish," flying toward the North like an arrow off the string.

At this moment, the only thing that could cause these commotions was probably only those few dragons Gandalf spoke of.

In his line of sight, three huge white mists rose in the boundless ice field in the distance, like a gale wrapped in ice and frost, blowing across the snow-covered ice field with explosive power. 【2

Amidst the rolling white mist, three huge, hideous figures vaguely appeared; looking at them from afar, even the dragon Smaug could not compare.

Are they so fat because they can't fly, so they frantically pack on the pounds to withstand the bitter cold of the Northern Wasteland?

Allen complained frantically in his heart.

Although they appeared massive, the three figures moved quite quickly; in the time it took Allen to be stunned, the mist crossed the glacier, reached the northern edge of Mount Gundabad, and disappeared behind the rolling mountains.

Allen looked back; the dwarves on the city wall were as busy as ants, and the twelve heavy crossbows lined up on the wall had already been loaded with faintly glowing bolts, all turning toward the north.

The pitch-black iron gate swung open at this moment, and team after team of dwarves in heavy armor, holding sturdy shields and sharp axes, walked out with firm steps, their formation orderly and their morale high.

Kili, head held high, stood at the front of the ranks, holding the flag of the Durin royal family high, and beside him was Thorin II, King Under the Mountain, known for his stubbornness.

This crazy guy was actually going to lead the team to fight the dragons himself?

"This is not what we agreed upon."

A flash of surprise crossed Allen's heart, but then he felt relieved.

That's right, if a king cannot stand up in the most critical situation, how can he be a king? How can he earn the love of his people?

In the turbulent Middle-earth, perhaps it was precisely because one Durin king after another stood in front of their people during extreme danger that the legitimacy of the royal bloodline and the fearless loyalty of the dwarf race were established!!

Allen, flying in the air, looked at Thorin, who was also looking at him, nodded slightly, and flickered into the mountains nearby.

Everyone knew that the shoddily built wall could not stop the dragon's charge, so Allen, Gandalf, and Thorin finally discussed a tactic to deal with the dragons.

Allen, holding Ringil, would be the key factor in defeating or even slaying the dragons, so he had to be unexpected and cause considerable damage upon his first appearance to intimidate these monsters.

Gandalf would command the crossbowmen on the wall; the Grey Wizard had the ability to inspire, and at critical moments, he could also tangle with the dragons for a few moves, providing more opportunities for the crossbowmen at close range.

Thorin would stand in a highly visible place to encourage his heavy infantry to attack the dragons; this was not suicide, but rather to attract the dragons' attention and buy more time.

Everything was a setup, all for the fatal blow from Allen and the crossbowmen on the wall.

Soon, the sound of the dragons' footsteps rang out like war drums, and three huge shadows appeared on the hillside step by step, the dust they kicked up filling the sky, and their roars shaking the soul of every living creature.

The first figure to emerge from the dust had a hideous and terrifying head, countless spikes of varying lengths covering it, dense scales glowing with blue light shimmering in the sun, and a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth that emitted black smoke when opened.

The blue dragon was the largest and most bloated, its body covered in layers of scales, and every step it took caused the ground to tremble.

The second was a white cold dragon, its head triangular like a viper's, its dark yellow vertical eyes reflecting malice and coldness, and a long, thin tongue flickering constantly, as if searching for something in the air.

The white dragon was slender but the longest, its scales extremely dense like a snake's, and it had eight thin legs that kicked up countless gravel and dust as it walked.

The last to appear was a black monster that didn't look like a dragon at all, but more like a long-legged crocodile magnified countless times; its wide mouth and flexible long tail were perhaps the thinnest parts of its body, its scales were thick and sturdy, and its thick limbs made dull sounds every time they moved.

The dragons, having sprinted close, stopped their advance, their massive bodies blocking the sun in front of the wall, and the dust they had raised gradually settled.

They looked at the dwarves waiting in battle formation as if they were ants, not attacking immediately, but looking at each other with interest after a few seconds.

"Little things, bow down and be subjects; this is the last bit of mercy I can grant you. Sauron has gifted this mountain range, as well as the one to the east and the one to the west, to us. Now this is our territory. Resistance will only lead to death. Why not pledge allegiance to us? That way, you can not only live but also never be disturbed by others again, and do what you like to do."

The slender white dragon spoke first; its voice was not unpleasant, and could even be called melodious, carrying a hint of bewitching magic in its words to induce the dwarves to surrender.

Although Sauron was extremely hateful and the messenger he sent had a disgusting smell, what was said still made some sense.

"The wealth obtained by plundering is always limited. If possible, one should enslave those dwarves and let them create wealth, so that gold and gems will flow into the treasury like a river."

The white and slender cold dragon seemed very confident in its words, and its dark yellow eyes flashed with eerie light; some dragons could use magic, and such an ability...

However, the dwarves' will was so firm that even though the white dragon's voice contained a bit of magical power, they remained unmoved.

It even angered Thorin, because he felt humiliated by it.

"Disgusting big reptiles, now, immediately, crawl back to your dirty and smelly lair. I might consider sparing your lives. Otherwise, I will smash your eyes with the axe-hammer in my hand, split your bellies, and finally tear out your hearts. Get out, get far away."

The loud shout inspired all the Durin dwarves.

"Serar, forget it, put away your hypocrisy. Sauron promised to provide us with a batch of mining slaves. There is no need to keep these poor wretches; they don't know what kind of existence they are facing."

The blue dragon impatiently interrupted the white dragon who wanted to say more; the past few moments had been the limit of its patience, not to mention that Thorin's insults directly stirred up the cruelty in its heart.

According to its idea, it should just pounce over and crush all the ants blocking the way.

Then toy with them, trample them, and make everyone never dare to enter this territory that belonged to them again.

With a thunderous roar, the blue body carried an invincible momentum and crushed forward, instantly approaching the dwarves who were calling for courage with shouts.

The blue dragon sprinted all the way, its sharp and thick claws chasing the retreating ants, while its tail, like a meteor hammer, swiped away one assassin after another who tried to approach its belly; the rain of arrows suddenly shot from behind the boulders on both sides was like scratching an itch to it.

"Ants, run, struggle, everything you do is in vain. I will crush your bodies, smash your walls, and let you know what despair is, what torture is."

Accompanied by a thunderous sound, the blue dragon accelerated and lowered its hideous head, which was densely covered with spikes, to ram the pitch-black wall; of its entire body, its head was the hardest part.

Facing such a massive monster, the dwarves could only barely dodge and then find opportunities to sneak attack the dragon's relatively fragile belly, but this was difficult; the tail that kept swinging hit nearly a hundred clansmen in a short time.

Any heavy-armored dwarf who was hit or swiped was sent flying by the dragon's immense strength, falling heavily to the ground amidst the sounds of breaking bones and deforming steel armor, and then there was no more movement.

Even with red-blooded loyalty and fearlessness, when facing such an invincible enemy, the dwarves' morale inevitably dropped. Thorin, with his eyes splitting, felt a raging fire in his heart and raised the big axe in his hand to rush forward.

He was immediately pulled back by Kili, who was carrying the royal flag.

"Your Majesty, the teacher and Gandalf asked me to tell you at this time that commanding the battle is more important!"

Thorin, his mind calmed down, had to grit his teeth and watch silently as the blue dragon approached the wall quickly.

He hoped that those heavy crossbows he had high hopes for, as well as the bolts Allen had carefully prepared, could play a vital role at this critical moment.

"Hold!! Hold!! Warriors, for your king, do not panic!!"

Gandalf, in his grey robe, kept patrolling back and forth on the wall, using impassioned words to boost the dwarves' morale.

Even the brave and fearless dwarves could not help but have thoughts of dodging when they saw a huge monster rushing toward them at this moment.

This was not simple cowardice, but an instinctive reaction.

As the blue dragon's massive body approached, a look of determination appeared in Gandalf's eyes, and he ordered loudly:

"Fire!!"

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Four heavy crossbows capable of aiming at the dragon's head instantly shot out four silver lights, flying like lightning toward the hideous and terrifying head full of spikes.

Twelve heavy crossbows were evenly mounted on the wall, but at this time, only one-third had a firing angle.

On the other side, the white dragon and the crocodile-like monster remained in place, having no intention of joining the battlefield at all.

It was just dealing with some dwarves; they didn't all need to go up, and that blue dragon was too irritable, and the area in front of the wall was too narrow for creatures of their size.

If they weren't careful, there would be mutual trampling, and by then, they might start fighting among themselves before the ants were killed.

It was better to watch the show.

"Ah~~ oh~~"

A huge scream suddenly echoed through the valley at this moment. The blue dragon, which had just been invincible, was swinging its body wildly under the wall, as if crazy from pain, or as if dodging something.

On the hideous dragon head that kept swaying from side to side, three faintly glowing bolts were deeply inserted, which forced it to stop ramming the wall, because that would likely push these things stuck in the bone further, thereby truly inserting them into its fragile brain.

No matter how likely this was to happen, the blue cold dragon dared not gamble with its life, and could only shake its head to dodge the heavy crossbows aimed at it, while turning its body to swipe the wall with its meteor-like tail, so that the dwarves could not focus on operating the heavy crossbows.

In just a few moments, the wall was covered with cracks from the dragon's tail, which carried immense force, and the dwarves standing on it swayed frequently, unable to focus on operating the heavy crossbows.

"Quick, reload, reload, the attack is effective, quick."

Seeing that the glowing bolts had worked, a joyful expression appeared on Gandalf's face, and he thought of many things in this instant.

For example, the dwarves in the north no longer needed to fear dragons, because they had mastered the ability to resist, and there was one more point of power to fight against the darkness.

For example, could this weapon be designed to be more convenient, so that while being easy to march with, it could cause fatal damage to those massive trolls.

But the constantly shaking wall interrupted Gandalf's thoughts; even he could not stabilize his body amidst the violent tremors.

The defensive facilities built by the orcs were so fragile, having no resistance to the dwarves' attacks, and naturally the same was true when facing the cold dragon.

Thorin, not far away, with a solemn face, saw the heavily wounded dragon, his pupils dilated, and the expression on his face was one of joy.

The Durin dwarves finally no longer needed to fear dragons and continue the survival of their race by abandoning their homeland.

At this time, seeing the dragon wanting to destroy the wall for self-preservation, the King Under the Mountain was naturally very anxious.

His firm eyes scanned the clansmen around him, then he took a deep breath of the cold air of the holy land and roared with all his might, rousing the low morale of his clansmen.

"Children of Durin, follow me, follow me and charge at the enemy."