People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Thorin's words almost made Tang Sen laugh.

But the one who reacted faster than Tang Sen was Shalin. She stood directly in front of Tang Sen.

"Thorin, you can't expel Tang Sen. What you said is just crazy." She said loudly: "If it weren't for Tang Sen, how could we be here?"

"Salin Mithril Hammer." Thorin sneered and walked down the steps of the throne step by step: "There is no need to pretend anymore, you and the traveler are in the same group, and you have already lost your love for me in your heart. With respect, all your actions are for the sake of seeking the throne."

"When you stepped on my name and obtained the title of Mithril Hammer, you must be very proud, right?"

Shalin was stunned. She couldn't believe it. Her whole face was so red in frustration and anger that it was almost as red as her fiery red hair.

"A female dwarf really thinks she can defeat the king?" Thorin mentioned his weapon: "Don't you rely on the traveler's mithril hammer for all your glorious achievements?"

"It is a disgrace to Durin's family to rely on human help to seek the throne."

"I never thought -" Shalin wanted to defend, but Tang Sen interrupted her.

"So, you want a fair duel." He looked at Thorin Oakenshield and said, "The outcome of the duel will determine the throne of Erebor?"

Of course Thorin didn't think so, but Tang Sen's words came out like a barrage of words: "In other words, you are too timid to face Sarin, and think that the only reason why you are worthy of sitting on the throne is because of the The flowing royal blood, not because of the weapon in your hand?"

"Are you going to run away from the fight like you did when you faced the dragon?"

"The coward who abandoned the glory of the dwarves and fled in panic."

Thorin was enraged.

A dwarf is easily angered, especially when words strike at his innermost weakness.

"Duel!" he growled: "A fair duel, using only dwarven weapons."

"The winner is king. The loser leaves the Lonely Mountain forever and swears in the name of Durin that she does not deserve to live as a dwarf."

This kind of duel was originally determined by life and death, but everyone knew that both Thorin and Sarin had the curse of immortality.

"Thorin, there's no need for this." Shalin didn't react at all. By the time she realized it, the situation had already been pushed to the point where Tang Sen couldn't get over it.

The other dwarves were silent, and even Thorin's nephews just watched silently.

Salin's performance along the way has already conquered them. Even if they don't want to admit it, everyone knows that Salin is more suitable to become the king of the mountain than the current Solin who has lost his mind.

"Take up your weapons!" Thorin roared: "If you dare not fight me, follow your damn master and get out of Erebor!"

Shalin is indeed a woman, but she has never been a weak-minded person. She is even stronger and more violent than the male dwarves, so she doesn't want to explain anymore. She put down the mithril hammer and took it from Sharda's hand. Past the Dwarf's Warhammer.

Under Tang Sen's control, the mithril armor on the two men fell off to the ground.

"All the Durin dwarves present and the throne of Erebor serve as witnesses." Balin said in a low voice: "In the name of Durin, we respect the result of this duel."

Tang Sen said nothing, but a gold coin quietly appeared in his hand.

Cursed Gold Coin of the Aztecs.

Then he took out a mithril knife and cut a cut on his hand, staining the gold coin red.

Shalin and Thorin are at odds with each other. Thorin's eyes are full of hatred and anger, while Shalin's eyes are much more complicated.

But there is no room for retreat. Under the throne, in this city that the Durin dwarves dream about, the duel is about to begin.

Thorin took the lead, and the sharp blade in his hand slashed towards Shalin mercilessly. Shalin faced him directly without taking a step back.

The battle between dwarves has always been simple and simple, relying on strength and reaction.

Shalin's huge strength directly knocked Thorin's weapon away, and then he swung the hammer again without hesitation, hitting Thorin.

Thorin rolled back, narrowly avoiding Sarin's attack.

His heart went cold.

What a strength! How can it be?

But Shalin was not prepared to give him any time to breathe. A duel was a duel, and dwarves could not do such a thing as keeping their hands during a duel.

The war hammer was danced by Sarin like a charm. Although she gradually got used to the huge size of the mithril hammer, she had been using the small dwarf war hammer since she was a child. Naturally, she was not familiar with it. Thorin kept trying to struggle and resist. , but the gap in strength is like a chasm.

Soon, he had already retreated to the steps of the throne, with no way to retreat.

He gritted his teeth and roared angrily. He was immortal anyway, so he couldn't be killed even if he was hit, so that didn't count as a defeat.

So he simply stopped avoiding and allowed the war hammer to hit his head, and the sharp blade in his hand was passed towards Shalin's chest.

Bang——

With a heavy muffled sound, Thorin was directly knocked out.

Sarin stopped moving.

It wasn't that she didn't want to continue chasing, but that she suddenly felt that something was different.

Yes, it was different. She could feel the wind passing through the Erebor Hall, and could smell the scent of the dragon carried in the wind.

She looked back at the dwarves, who were also stunned.

Snapped!

A slap landed cleanly on the head of a dwarf, causing him to jump up.

"It hurts! Why did you hit me? Isn't that right?"

"Can I feel the pain?"

"The curse has disappeared?"

"Why?"

The dwarves looked at Tang Sen in confusion.

"I never said I couldn't lift the curse." Tang Sen said calmly: "It's just that we are always in danger, so we need the power of the curse. Now, we are safe."

"It seems reasonable. We defeated the evil dragon and took back the Lonely Mountain." Balin was in a daze, and suddenly realized: "No! Thorin!"

The dwarves were suddenly shocked and quickly looked at Thorin who was knocked away by Shalin's hammer.

The royal family has fallen into a pool of blood. Sarin's strength is enough to crush the troll. A dwarf, even the future dwarf king, cannot withstand her hammer.

Of course, that future will never come again, because Thorin's aura has completely disappeared.

The dwarves' emotions became complicated.

They looked at Tang Sen again, and Tang Sen just said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry."

"Obviously, I don't have a good temper. Don't expect me to retaliate with kindness in the face of ungrateful people."

"I respect the rights of dwarves, but I think I also have the right to take back what is my own."

Even the brainless dwarf knows what the traveler means. He can lift the curse at any time, but he chooses to do so at this most critical time.

But can they blame the travelers? It seems that they can't bear this kind of emotion. They are not losing their minds like Thorin.

If it weren't for the traveler, Thorin would have died at the hands of the Orcs in Troll Grove, including everyone present, who was born because of the curse and now died because of the curse. It seems that there is nothing to complain about.

Moreover, Thorin's attitude towards the traveler was seen by everyone. As a benefactor who helped the dwarves regain the Lonely Mountain, the traveler did not ask for any reward. He did not even see the huge wealth, but was asked for it. Lin was expelled and even prepared to take action. It was normal for the travelers to retaliate.

It’s just that after all, he was our former king.

No dwarf wished Thorin dead.

Balin sighed: "The duel is over."

"Death in a duel between dwarves is an act of honor. Thorin Oakenshield's life is a life worthy of respect and a magnificent life."

"The dwarves of Durin will never forget his exploits."

"And the winner of the duel, according to the agreement, will inherit the throne of Thorin Oakenshield and become the new dwarf king of Erebor."

He looked at Shalin and saluted solemnly: "The new king under the mountain, Shalin Mithril Hammer!"

The dwarves were silent for a moment, and finally saluted the first queen in the history of the dwarves and shouted:

"King under the mountain!"

Shalin was confused and at a loss, and even looked at Tang Sen for help.

From the moment she met Tang Sen, her life seemed to have deviated from the track. Originally, she was supposed to stay in the Blue Mountains, marry a certain dwarf, give birth to a dwarf, and then live a boring and stable life.

But she followed Tang Sen on the journey, defeated the Oaks, defeated the Trolls, climbed through the Misty Mountains, passed through the dark forest, fought her way through the obstacles of thousands of troops, and finally recaptured the Lonely Mountain.

All this was just for her vow to Tang Sen. She never wanted to become a king.

How can she become the king?

"Sha Lin, it seems that you have a lot of things to be busy with next." Tang Sen just said: "The army of darkness is still watching with eagerness outside the Lonely Mountain. Your compatriots in the Iron Hills are still besieged, and the distant In Mordor, greater power is gathering momentum."

"As the Dwarf King, you need to shoulder these responsibilities."

"Responsibility-" Shalin's expression became firm, and she looked at the dwarves who lowered their heads to her.

"I don't know if I can do all this well, but I swear in the name of Durin that as long as I haven't fallen, I will never let the Lonely Mountain fall again."

"For Durin!"

The dwarves raised their weapons: "For Durin!"

This deed that could change the history of the dwarves came to an end. There were only less than forty dwarves present. Shalin still had a long way to go before he could be completely recognized by all the dwarves.

But this is just the starting point, not the end, right?

And Tang Sen, the traveler who secretly guides everything, looked into the distance, through the steel walls of Erebor, and saw the raging dark army, and even further away, the army entrenched in the east. Mordor.

The dragon's wings are ready to go. Under the traveler's instructions, its dragon flames will give the dark enemy a huge surprise.

"Things are starting to get interesting."