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

Chapter 128 I, Smaug, will die. (Updates added with monthly tickets)

The feeling of riding on the dragon's head is more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

The strong wind that blows in the face, the sudden turns and setbacks, may scare anyone with a weak heart into illness.

Fortunately, Tang Sen's endurance was not bad, and the seats and seat belts he had made with his own hands were also very firm. After the initial discomfort, he started to get used to it.

The only thing I still can't get used to is that Smaug talks too much.

"Although I have surrendered to you, I am still a great dragon. Standing at the top of Middle-earth, in front of those humble ants, you have to give me some face, right?"

Smaug's voice mixed with the sound of wind penetrated into Tang Sen's ears, but Tang Sen turned a deaf ear.

"Look at those Oaks, they are simply vulnerable to me. Speaking of which, my ancestors and Oaks are from the same camp. Although I completely despise these soulless scum, the dragon has never attacked Oak.”

"This is all because of your order. Isn't this worthy of a reward?"

"I don't want much. Just give me half of the wealth that belongs to me in Gushan."

"Why ignore me? One-third is fine."

"Those humble dwarves have no use for so much wealth. They will only waste it. As long as you ask, they will obediently give it to you with both hands. If they don't want to, I will spray them to death. How about we become the masters of the mountain together?"

"Without those gold coins, I couldn't sleep at all. If I couldn't sleep, I would feel very uncomfortable."

"Master, you don't want to see your loyal and powerful servant die because of insomnia, right?"

"Hello?"

Tang Sen couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then he was swallowed by the strong wind. He almost couldn't breathe. He roared: "You have already circled the lonely mountain twice. If you don't come down again, I will make you come down again." Taste the feeling of your heart being strangled!"

"."

"You didn't say I had to come down." Smaug muttered, and he sank down at the door of Erebor with all his heart.

This plain that was originally inhabited by densely packed dark creatures has no trace of the Oaks at all. They either fled towards the direction of the Misty Mountains or headed towards the Great Jungle.

Shalin was leading the dwarves to hold a banquet.

The curse on their bodies was finally lifted, and each of them wanted to fill every inch of space in their stomachs.

Seeing Tang Sen coming over, Shalin brought a pot of broth with a smile on his face and said, "Have a try. I made this specially for you to thank you. I didn't give it to anyone else who wanted to eat."

Tang Sen looked at the pot of green broth, then at the other dwarves who were only looking at it with their peripheral vision, and decisively rejected Shalin.

If I remember correctly, Sarin's craftsmanship seems to be disgusting even to dogs.

"We have to set off after eating." He casually took a piece of buttered bread, "Although I don't know the situation in the Iron Hills, the dwarves there are our capital against Mordor and must not be wasted here. .”

The soft bread and the sweet smell of butter made Tang Sen couldn't help but squint his eyes.

How long have you not eaten?

Is it true that eating is such a wonderful thing?

He couldn't help but grab a few more slices of bacon on the table and the good dwarf barbecue.

The supplies are too abundant. After all, since the Troll Jungle, only the two brothers Gandalf and Kili can enjoy the food in the team.

"The Lord of the Iron Hills, Dain Ironfoot, is Thorin's disciple. I don't think he would be happy to hear the news of Thorin's death," Balin said.

"You mean, he won't welcome us?" Tang Sen said.

"The duel in Erebor, Traveler, although Durin witnessed it, Shalin does not have royal blood, and moreover," he glanced at Shalin, who was drinking his handiwork with a downcast face: " female."

"This is an unprecedented example. The dwarves of the Iron Hills may not agree with the outcome of that duel as we do."

"Gushan does not need the approval of Iron Hills. The tribesmen of the Blue Mountains can move back." Qili said from the side: "Since we recognize Sarin, we must use everything to protect our king."

He is a dwarf with royal blood and was conquered by Sarin, and he does have a say in this matter.

"Don't worry about these problems." Tang Sen said: "Believe in Shalin, she can make you agree with her, and she can also make other dwarves agree with her."

The three of them looked at Shalin. Shalin had a grimace on his face, struggled to swallow a mouthful of soup, and looked at each other with a blank look on his face.

"what are you guys saying?"

She raised the pot of soup: "Want some?"

"." The three of them turned back their gazes at the same time.

"If it was just to save the Iron Hills, it would be enough for me to take Smaug there, but your role is crucial." Tang Sen continued: "I need to persuade the lords of the Iron Hills to send troops to Mordor, and even form a powerful army. of cavalry.”

"Dyne Ironfoot has a very bad temper. Unless he is a relative, it is difficult for him to accept other people's proposals." Balin said: "Facing the dark enemy, he may be willing to send troops, but he will never let Sarin or you To join his army."

"Even if the dragon is intimidating, it won't work."

"What if it's mithril?" Tang Sen said: "If I gave him eight hundred sets of mithril full-body armor, including the mount's armor, would he be moved?"

"Eight hundred sets?" All the dwarves looked over.

"Like the one you lent us before?" Bahrain opened his mouth.

"The premise is that he is willing to let Shalin become the leader of the cavalry, and let all the cavalry accept the curse of immortality." Tang Sen said: "Can you imagine that scene? Immortal dwarves wearing mithril armor, in the land of Mordor Invincible, any enemy will be crushed by the torrent of mithril."

The eyes of the dwarves were filled with silvery fantasy.

"Your Majesty Durin. If it's a cavalry like that, even the giant dragon may not be able to stop it."

"Fart!" The dragon roared next to him: "Nothing can stop the great Smaug!"

Only then did the dwarves remember that there was really a giant dragon next to them.

Well, the cavalry may not be good enough to deal with the dragon, but this does not prevent the dwarves from being excited when they imagine that scene.

"Traveler, no dwarf can refuse such a condition!" Balin vowed: "I mean, if possible, let me become one of them!"

"Me too!" The other dwarves responded one after another.

"That puts me at ease." Tang Sen smiled and said, "Things that can be solved with mithril are trivial."

"After all, apart from having an annoying dragon, I only have some mithril that I can use."

"." The dwarves had complicated expressions.

Is this human language?

At this time, a huge tongue suddenly rolled over, and the dwarves sitting at the table were licked with saliva, and all the food on the table was swept away.

"Well, it's not enough to fill your teeth, and it smells like a dwarf." Smaug smacked his lips and commented.

All the dwarves glared.

Tang Sen stood up slowly, his face gloomy.

Smaug hesitated.

"What I mean is," it shrank back, "I haven't eaten for a long time. You can't let me work hungry, right?"

"There are Oaks and Trolls all over the mountains and plains here, go find food by yourself." Tang Sen said unceremoniously.

"The Oaks smell like rot, and the Trolls are a little bit chewy, but the taste is similar to stone."

Tang Sen was speechless. Has this dragon really eaten it?

"It would be great if you could give me ten ponies, or live cattle, and preferably a few sheep." Smaug said seriously.

"Then it depends on whether Iron Hills is willing to entertain us." Tang Sen was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore and said, "Okay, we can get ready to go."

"Wait, we have to seal the gate of Erebor first!" Shalin said quickly: "There is Gushan's wealth in it, just in case it is stolen by others."

"Oak will not dare to come back here in a short time." Tang Sen said.

"There are also those humans and elves." Shalin emphasized: "Especially the elves, they have been coveting Gushan for a long time."

"They don't know how, and they don't dare." Tang Sen said: "Strictly speaking, these wealth are the trophies I snatched from Smaug, but I don't need them."

"If anyone takes even a gold coin, Smaug will smell it and make him pay."

Smaug: "."

The heart wrapped in mithril seemed to be starting to hurt again.

"That makes sense." Shalin nodded: "Iron Hills is not far from here. If we go faster, we can get there before dark."

"No need to bother." Tang Sen said: "Smaug is very fast."

Smaug: "???"

"What do you mean?" It stood up suddenly and looked at Tang Sen in shock: "Are you going to let these humble, dirty dwarves ride on my back?"

"You are big enough." Tang Sen said matter-of-factly: "A few dwarves must be able to carry it."

"What do you think I am!"

"A carriage?"

Smaug roared angrily: "I am a dragon! The noblest and greatest creature in Middle-earth!"

"No one is qualified to ride on me. Of course, except the master. I mean, even if I, Smaug, die, I will never let these damn dwarves climb on my back."