Chapter 282 Thorin’s sobriety, the art of boosting morale

The ice dragon diverted a sufficient number of war beasts, but the number of orcs far exceeded that of elves and dwarves, and the number was still increasing.

The elves' golden armor troops suffered heavy damage. Thranduil rode his elk to fight and retreat towards Riverdale City. Dozens of orcs were killed by him one after another.

When entering the city, Thranduil's mount picked up eight enemies with its antlers. Just as he cut off eight heads with one sword, the elk was unfortunately attacked by a bow and arrow and fell to the ground.

The surrounding orcs quickly besieged him. Thranduil looked at the enemy with angry eyes, quickly stood up and fought back with two swords.

His elven troops also retreated into the river valley city and fought with the orcs in the city. The city suddenly became a battlefield for humans, elves, and orcs.

Outside the city, more than half of Dann's Iron Foot Army was killed or wounded. Even his wild boar mount died on the way to the charge. The number of dwarf warriors continued to decrease amidst the sounds of fighting, screams and screams.

In desperation, Dane had no choice but to order the troops to retreat to the lonely mountain. What he couldn't understand was that he had never seen Thorin until now in the battle.

The dwarves were now facing enemies several times their own, and their morale was low. What they needed most was their king.

In Erub's hall, Thorin sat alone on the throne, looking at the gold everywhere.

"When did we give up on our compatriots?" Dvalin walked up to the hall, with tears in his eyes, "Thorin, they are bleeding and dying."

"The caves in this mountain are connected to each other. We can rely on the terrain to ensure everything is safe." Thorin suddenly stood up, "Yes, yes, that's right. We have to move the gold deeper to ensure safety."

"Didn't you hear me?" Dwalin shouted angrily, "Dane is surrounded, they will all be killed."

Thorin was startled for a moment and said nonchalantly: "People will always die in wars. There are many people, but human lives are nothing compared to gold. They are not worth mentioning.

It is worth dying for gold. "

"Is that what you think?" Aaron suddenly appeared in the hall and picked up the Arken gem on the throne. "Maybe I shouldn't have given it to you in the first place."

"Put it down." Thorin drew out his sword and pointed it at the two of them, "Put down the Arken Stone and get out.

Get out of here before I kill you. "

Aaron shrugged and threw the gem into the pile of gold coins at his feet. Thorin immediately jumped down the steps to pick up the Arken gem and carefully protected it in his arms.

"Dwalin, what do you think of him now?"

"It's like a completely different person." Dwalin shook his head in pain, "He is wearing a crown and sitting on the throne, but he is smaller than ever before."

"I think so too." Aaron shrugged, and then took out his wand.

"What are you going to do?" Thorin's face changed slightly and he was about to stop Aaron's movement.

"Expelliarmus."

The red curse hit Thorin, the long sword in his hand was knocked out, and the whole person flew backwards.

"Calm down, I'm not here to steal your gold." Aaron smiled, then put his wand against his temple, "There are some things I want to show you."

A wisp of silver smoke was pulled out from Aaron's head. He waved his right hand, and a scene was displayed in the grand hall. It was part of his and Bilbo's memories when they were searching for the Arken Stone.

In the picture, Smaug sneered triumphantly, saying that he had thought about letting Thorin take the Arken Stone, and was watching his soul being swallowed by the stone and falling into destruction.

He even used his grandfather as an example, briefly describing how Thor became arrogant due to greed and finally ended up with the country and family destroyed.

As for the subsequent memories about the Lord of the Rings, Aaron did not dare to release them, as this would bring a lot of trouble to Bilbo.

"see it?

Thorin, you are following in the footsteps of your grandfather. "

Thorin was in disbelief and shook his head blankly, "It's impossible, this must be fake."

"It's true." Dvalin cursed anxiously, "Look what you have become now?

In the past, Thorin was indomitable and a pioneer of the dwarves. He wanted to recapture Erub and restore the glory of the dwarves.

But what now? He once fell into greed and madness, even disregarding the lives of his people.

You are the King, you have always been our King, never doubted it before, but now we have to. "

"It's not true, it's not true..." Thorin muttered to himself, repeating these words.

Seeing him like this, Dwalin's mouth was bitter, and his eyes even flashed with crystal tears, but he breathed a heavy sigh of relief in his heart, because he could see that Thorin had doubts about money.

Aaron quietly signaled to him to go out and inform others to prepare for battle. He was playing with the wand in his hand, thinking about what spell he should use for a while.

But on second thought, he put the wand away again.

To deal with a neurotic patient like Thorin who falls in the eyes of money, the effect of illusion is much more effective than the spell.

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and the entire hall turned into a dazzling gold, and his own figure also became transparent, replaced by a lifelike dragon (Hogwarts Ghost Edition)

The gold coins at Thorin's feet turned into a huge golden whirlpool. He instantly fell into it and struggled desperately to climb up. However, by chance, he saw his grandfather Thor screaming in agony deeper into the whirlpool. It smells sad, and makes people cry when they see it.

At this time, Smaug's undead appeared in front of him. It didn't say anything, it just grinned, and the sarcasm in its eyes was very obvious, as if it said I had known that the descendants of Turin would definitely come. here.

The moment he was swallowed by gold coins, Aaron lifted the illusion in time.

"Thorin, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just had a nightmare, it was very real.

It was so real that I even saw my grandfather waving to me. "

Aaron secretly laughed in his heart. Fortunately, the most important thing in Irubon was the statue of Thor, which provided him with enough material to create illusions.

"As long as it's okay, then you can continue to guard the gold here!

Bahrain and I are going to support the battlefield. Their loyalty to the king has never changed, but it is impossible for them to watch their compatriots die in battle. "

"Wait." Thorin stopped Aaron nervously, then took off the crown on his head and threw it into the pile of gold coins, "I'll go with you."

Aaron pretended to be surprised, "Have you figured it out?"

"I don't want to be like my grandfather. Gold will never be as important as my people." Thorin pulled out his sword, took off the metal jewelry on his body, and walked towards the city gate.

At this time, the remaining Iron Foot Army was unable to resist and was forced under the city wall of Erub.

Azog seemed to have seen the end of the dwarves, and immediately ordered the horn to be blown, preparing to launch the final general attack.

The dwarves on the city wall felt very guilty. They didn't want to be cowed. Just when they were extremely frustrated, Thorin slowly walked towards them with a sword.

When Kili saw that he could stand it no longer, he cursed Thorin: "I will not hide behind the stone wall forever and watch others charge into battle, and for us.

I'm not that kind of person, Thorin. "

"No, it's not." Thorin looked at his nephew with relief, "We are all descendants of Turin, and descendants of Turin will not shrink from battle."

He walked up to everyone and said apologetically: "I don't have the right to give you orders anymore, but can you listen to me for the last time?"

The dwarves were silent, but they all stood up from the ground and clenched their weapons to show their attitude.

Aaron rolled his eyes. He admitted that the scene was very contagious, but if Thorin hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed out long ago.

"Ahem! I prepared something for the dwarf army.

You charge first, I'll be there soon. "

At this time, the dwarf army was unable to retreat at the foot of the Lonely Mountain. Dane ordered them to build a shield wall and prepare for the final desperate fight.

Seeing this, Azog temporarily asked the orc army to stand by. It was not until several giant beasts came to the front that he ordered people to blow the horns and launch a general attack.

Several giant beasts opened the way, and the morale of the dwarves suddenly dropped. Their shield wall could block the charge of the orcs, but the formation might be shattered instantly with a swing of the giant beast's club.

Crossing the icy mountains and fog, reaching deep cellars and ancient caves...

We need to set out before dawn to find the beautiful golden location...

Pine trees howled in the highlands, strong winds roared at night, flames spread ruthlessly, and trees howled like torches...

A melodious melody suddenly sounded in Irubon, and Aaron waved his wand, like a band conductor, and placed the poems that Thorin and the others had hummed in the Shire across the battlefield, with slight modifications.

The orc army, which was about to launch a general attack, was confused and didn't understand where this tune came from.

But the dwarves felt an indescribable feeling of home and country from the music. If they were a little panicked before, now they are definitely looking forward to death.

The dwarves worked hard, suffered a lot, and suffered many grievances before they could take back Erub. They had to defend this dwarf kingdom even if they died.

Every dwarf clenched the weapons in their hands and roared with passion, eager to fight the orcs immediately.

At the same time, Pombo, who had just carried a large horn on the city wall, looked at the music conductor on the side with a speechless face, "You have made it this far, can I still blow the charge horn?"

"Look what I'm doing? This is called art, the art of boosting morale.

My music teacher taught me several war songs, but I was worried that you wouldn't understand them, so I found a more down-to-earth tune. At least in my opinion, there is no tune that can arouse the emotions of dwarves better than this. Aaron said triumphantly, "But your Charge is the real command." "

Hearing this, Pang Bo nodded hurriedly, took a deep breath, and blew the horn hard.