[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

After the weather gradually warmed up, the plants in the dense forest also returned to life.On the tenth day after the grove burned by Smaug was restored, a group of dwarves came from afar.

They seem to be no more than a dozen people, guarding two carriages, one of which looks very heavy and can only be pulled by two horses, while the other looks a little deflated, but there are many dwarves surrounding the shorter one around.

"Your Highness, this forest is obviously not on the map." Even in spring, the dwarf in a thick fur blouse stood outside the forest, and the dwarf guard with his hair braided held up a map made of parchment and sounded surprised.

The leading dwarf has a rough build and is relatively taller among the dwarves. His hair is black and curly, and it hangs down casually. He has a heavy long sword on his back, and he is supporting the carriage full of weapons to look up. Looking at the towering trees.

He is the prince of the dwarves, the future king of the dwarves, Thorin.

Thorin patted the shoulder of the dwarf holding the map with his hands, and looked into the dense forest.

This is a dwarf prince who is brave and good at fighting. He has a rare handsome appearance and brave personality, which are extremely rare among dwarves, so Thorin has always been supported by many dwarf people.They lived in a lonely mountain and kept aloof from the world until the current king ascended the throne, bringing a brand new concept.

Dwarves have unparalleled blacksmithing talents, why not exchange them for gold coins?

Thorin didn't value money. He always believed that the purpose of weapons and armor was to arm the dwarves with strength to resist enemies and defend themselves.

But in terms of status, he must respect the will of the king and fight for it.

The handsome dwarf prince chose to take this trip by himself to deliver the weapons to human buyers, not only to show his sincerity, but also to avoid possible obstacles along the way.

But obviously, the obstacles came too fast, and they saw the hardships and malice of the world as soon as they reached the edge of the dense forest.

Thorin tightened the long sword on his back, and then jumped onto the top of the car, so as to increase his field of vision and width, and thus saw the endless dense forest, like layers upon layers Stacked barriers generally blocked the dwarves.

Sorin jumped out of the carriage with a calm expression, and made a decision without thinking too much: "Go through here."

Hearing this, the following dwarf guards were a little taken aback, and then hurriedly said: "Your Highness, this is the territory of the elf king Thranduil. He...he has always disliked others entering the dense forest."

This sentence was very cryptic. In fact, the dwarf guard wanted to say that they couldn't beat the elves at all, but he wisely didn't say it. After all, he was his prince in front of him. Even if he was as straightforward as a dwarf, he wouldn't mess around say.

Sorin raised his head slightly, looked at the trees that were almost full to the top and said, "This place is too wide, we are not familiar with this section of the road, if we want to go around it, it may directly consume hundreds of days."

Several dwarf guards looked at each other and said nothing more.

For them, Thranduil in the dense forest must be terrible. This warrior who has long been famous has led countless wars. From the time when he was a prince to now, the elves in the dense forest seldom taste From defeat to defeat, Thranduil is even more frightening.

But maybe it was because they had never seen each other before, and the two sides had never dealt with each other. Although the dwarves were afraid, they could comfort themselves. They just slipped past quietly, so they should not be discovered.

But Thorin thought more.

He knew that the jungle was attacked by a giant dragon a while ago, and in the days after the attack, the jungle elves, who had lived in seclusion, were silent. Even the shops they opened outside were closed. It took a lot of effort to rebuild, and in addition to the battle that caused the dense forest to lose its queen two years ago, the two blows will only severely damage the dense forest.

In this way, even if they borrow the way, I'm afraid there will be no hindrance.

For these reasons, Thorin would not tell his guards, the dwarf prince didn't hesitate anymore, and directly led them into the dense forest.

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The prediction was good, but after entering the dense forest, the dwarves realized that something was wrong.

Looking at the quiet dense forest from the outside, it is only after entering that one can find its eerie spookiness. The perennial haze makes the air here humid and cold. Although winter has entered spring now, it does not feel warm at all.

Of course, these are nothing, after all, dwarves always wear thick fur, and the cold can't hinder their progress. What really stopped Sorin was that he could see the scorched black in the verdant grass. land.

This is the place that was attacked, but trees grew quickly, which is very unusual for any place.

Might be a trap.

Intuition made Thorin want to leave quickly, but the sudden shadows and cold light all around stopped the dwarves from walking.Dozens of forest elves quickly emerged from the calm forest, their arrows were bright and sharp, pointing straight at the dwarves.

Sorin raised his hand, signaling the dwarven guards to be quiet, and he himself frowned slightly and stepped forward: "Who are you?"

"Don't be stupid, respectable dwarf prince," the voice was clear and gentle. Thorin followed the voice and saw a young elf with light brown hair coming out from behind the tree.His hair color is very conspicuous in a sea of ​​dark red or brown elves, and his smile looks very unsuitable, "Please forgive us for not holding a welcome banquet for you, oh, maybe it was our mistake, and we didn't receive the dwarves. News of the prince's arrival in the jungle."

This was blatant irony, but Thorin didn't refute it.Thorin wouldn't be alive now if he didn't know what they were going to do.

Obviously, they were counted by the elves. These rapidly growing trees and the jungle elves guarding the surrounding area early on were probably waiting for their arrival.

The dwarf prince felt a little angry, which made his eyebrows frowned tightly: "Who are you?"

The elf tilted his head, his soft long hair hung aside, revealing his pointed ears: "My name is Olivier, and I am the son of the great elf king Thranduil."

Thorin glanced at him, and said, "Let us go, and state your terms, Prince of Elf."

Olivier smiled and narrowed his eyes. He thought that the dwarves in the Lonely Mountain had no brains, but this dwarf who looked pleasing to the eye was unexpectedly clever.Slowly approaching Thorin, Olivier bent down to look at him, and said with a smile: "Money, there is no doubt that the elves are unhappy when the dwarves enter the jungle, but ada is a big The Elven King of the speed, he is willing to let you go, the condition is to exchange for gold coins."

Sorin's frown did not loosen, he just looked back at the packed carriage.

Olivier thought he disagreed, so he kindly reminded him: "Your Excellency the dwarf prince, in fact, all things that can be negotiated are easy to resolve, aren't they?"

Sorin didn't agree directly, but looked at Olivier and asked, "What if I don't agree?"

Olivier blinked, then looked at the face of the dwarf prince and smiled slightly.

The face of the Prince of the Jungle Forest has always been gentle and peaceful, and his smile is as perfect as ever, but only Sorin who is standing straight in front of him can see that there is a red light shining in the elf's beautiful turquoise pupils. His face also became cruel. "I will kill you, Your Highness, cut your throat and throw it out of the jungle."

Olivier's voice was deep and gentle, but the ending sounded like a snake's neighing. Even if he was as brave as Thorin, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

Just as he was about to speak, Olivier straightened up, his thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, he looked down at his fingers holding the sword hilt, blinked his eyes in confusion, and then quickly adjusted his expression , turned around, looked at the elves and said, "Take them to the dungeon."

The elves moved very quickly. The moment Olivier spoke, they stepped forward in twos and tied the dwarves directly.

The dwarf guards have never liked elves, and they don't like these tall, thin and handsome species of dwarves.For them, elves are too feminine, even prettier than girls, not brave at all, and they never grow beards, God, beards are a man's romance.

So when the elves trap them, the dwarves are all resentful without exception, but they still have self-knowledge. There are less than ten dwarves and dozens of elves with weapons, and they are on the territory of elves. Think with your toes and know who wins and who loses.

And the only one among them who didn't resist was Sorin. As a dwarf prince, Sorin got special treatment, that is, he was directly grabbed by Olivier's bound hands and pulled forward.

"I want to see Thranduil." Thorin said in a deep voice.

Olivier looked at him, thought for a while, but did not refuse the request, but said with a smile: "Okay, I will take you there, dwarf prince, but before that, you'd better think about yourself How much is your life worth?" As he spoke, his voice paused, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

Sorin glanced at him and moved his hand, but Olivier firmly held it down.The grumpy dwarf wasn't going to tell him, but Olivier had already reached out and pulled out the long sword behind him, shaking his wrist and turning the sword upright, looking at the words on it.

"Sorin, oh, what a nice name." Olivier said with a smile, "You can call me by my name directly, Olivier."

Then, Olivier directly handed Thorin's long sword to the elf guard beside him without even looking at Thorin.

Sorin watched helplessly as the smiling elf took away his weapon and tied up his subordinates, but he could only play by ear.

On the way, Olivier only asked him one question: "By the way, do you like to drink? We have a lot of wine that we can sell to you. It's definitely not because we think it's not good."

Thorin decided from this moment that he would hate elves, especially the one in front of him!