People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 118 The Light of Durin Disappears

Not everyone in Middle-earth is entitled to a nickname, in fact, they are quite rare.

You can't just give yourself a nickname and then ask someone to admit that it's a serious thing, like a traveler, or a wizard, these are not nicknames, they are occupations, and they are not put after the first name as a surname.

Townsend Traveler?
Nobody calls it that.

But the Oak Shield, or the Mithril Hammer, will become a nickname that will follow a person throughout his life. When the deeds here are spread, people will know that this person is Sharin Mithril Hammer when they hear Sharin's name.

With a sledgehammer, she forcibly led a formation composed of more than 20 dwarves, pierced through an army composed of thousands of orcs, spiders, wargs and trolls, and killed countless enemies from noon to dusk. , covered in blood, never retreating a step.

She is without a doubt the hero of the Dwarves of Durin.

Even humans or elves have to admit her deeds. She can directly meet any king and even receive courtesy. This is fame. Like blood, it occupies an extremely important social position in Middle-earth.

"Hey, I like this nickname." Shalin stroked the blood-stained mithril hammer. The visor covered her face, but Tang Sen could feel her happiness.

"Unfortunately, this mithril hammer doesn't belong to me yet."

"It belongs to you now." Tang Sen said directly.

"Really?" Sharin almost jumped up.

"You are worth all of this, and, starting from tomorrow, the situation may be different." Tang Sen didn't say much, but said: "Now is not the time to chat, the sun is about to set, we have to climb up .”

In fact, the Orcs never stopped attacking. Although most of them were already exhausted, they didn't have the curse of immortality, but the orders from the depths of their souls kept them from stopping.

The stairs up the mountain were too narrow, only shoulder-width, so the formation couldn't continue. Sorin walked at the front, with Tang Sen caught in the middle, and Sharin stayed at the end to resist the Orcs until the last dwarf After reaching the stairs, she picked up the steps.

The huge mithril hammer couldn't be deployed on the stairs, so she could only hold the hammer horizontally, relying on the mithril armor to bear the attacks of the Orcs who rushed up the stairs.

And those giant spiders finally had a stage to play. They spun silk, crawled across the giant sculptures, and even laid spider webs one after another in front of the stairs, trying to stop the procession of the team.

Sorin hacked at the spider's thread without saying a word. He had to show his strength to maintain the position that was almost taken away by Sarin.

"Traveler, be careful!"

At this moment, Sharda, who was guarding Tang Sen, exclaimed, and saw a black shadow covering the setting sun, and three fierce beasts rushed over again. This time, Tang Sen was no longer surrounded by the dwarves. There were only two dwarves behind him who could stop the beast, but they still let a beast get close.

The fierce beast's sharp claws grabbed Tang Sen directly.

Tang Sen's heartbeat quickened, but he still made the most correct decision. He firmly pressed against the rock wall next to the stairs, then squatted down, curled up into a ball, and pointed the spiked side of the armor at the beast.

The beast grabbed Tang Sen without a doubt. The huge impact caused Tang Sen to slam his back against the rock wall, and then there was a scream that almost tore the eardrums. The claws had nowhere to go. Focusing on it, he retreated because of the stab wound caused by the sharp thorns.

"Hey! That must have hurt!"

Sharda was surprised and relieved. He was really afraid that Tang Sen would be captured at the last moment, and all the efforts of the dwarves would be in vain.

"Fortunately, the traveler had the foresight to change into such a strange armor."

Tang Sen was not in such a good mood to joke, he looked at the sky, and there were more small black spots flying over.

"More beasts are coming! We have to speed up, the stairs are too dangerous!"

Not every time you can have such good luck to escape the beasts, the role of the spiked armor is just to catch you off guard, if the beasts want to grab you regardless of your injuries, then the spikes will be meaningless.

Obviously, the ferocious beasts are not incapable of doing this.

"Speed ​​up!" The dwarves also realized this and shouted towards the front.

But the speed did not increase. Although Thorin had tried his best, the obstacles caused by the spiders were numerous, which made the dwarves anxious.

There is a comparison in everything, and the dwarves will unconsciously think, if the Mithril Hammer opens the way ahead, it must be better than the Oak Shield, right?

No matter how anxious you are, the team is still climbing upwards at a moderate speed, and those fierce beasts are already flying close.

Five, no, six ferocious beasts, plus the three that were already there, this is almost the majority of the ferocious beasts in Mordor. They flew all the way from Mordor just to bring back the Supreme Lord of the Rings, And this time is their best chance.

Multiple shrill screams sounded, and the beasts attacked overwhelmingly.

"I can't stop it!" Sharda's face was pale under the visor. He really didn't have the confidence to protect Tang Sen under the attacks of so many fierce beasts.

Tang Sen also felt a chill in his heart. He had already made all the preparations he could, but the timing of these fierce beasts' attack was too coincidental, and they happened to be stuck at the node where everyone landed on the ladder.

At this moment, there was a sudden whizzing sound, and the beast, which had almost touched Tang Sen, twisted its neck and hit the rock wall directly.

An arrow pierced its side neck.

"It's an elves!"

A dwarf shouted excitedly, and Tang Sen looked down in shock, and saw a group of elves in golden armor and red cloaks bowing their bows and aiming at the monsters on the rock wall outside the densely packed Orc group. The beasts shoot.

When the dwarves were fighting, they were not idle, and kept trying to lure the orcs away, but the target of the orcs was Tang Sen after all, and most of the dark army was attracted back by the dwarves.

But the elves didn't take the opportunity to get away, but followed the Orcs to rescue them.

The precise sharp arrows of the elves effectively alleviated the precarious situation, but the beasts did not want to give up. These dark creatures were not without intelligence. They could see that the dwarven team must not be able to successfully walk out of the ladder.

So, they braved the rain of arrows and launched an attack again.

"The way forward is clear!" Sorin roared in front, and he finally walked the last step of the ladder and came to the wide platform beside the cliff.

The dwarves at the back hurriedly followed, but Tang Sen, who was in the middle of the team, was obviously too late, and the beasts were right in front of them.

The dwarves even threw out their weapons in an attempt to block the beast's attack. It was indeed effective, but they didn't stop for long before being attacked by a beast in front of Tang Sen.

Tang Sen gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. He kept recalling the sword skills Tom gave him in the previous world. When the beast approached, the rapier in his hand stabbed fiercely at the neck of the beast.

Tang Sen only felt a shock in his hand when the blade of the sword collided with the thick skin of the beast, and the force was unconsciously tilted.

bass--

The blade brushed across the beast's neck, leaving a wound, bloody but not fatal.

"Oops!"

Tang Sen didn't have time to think more, a pair of sharp claws had already grasped Tang Sen firmly, the spikes on the armor pierced deeply into the sharp claws, the beast let out a miserable cry, but did not let go of Tang Sen, and He spread his wings and prepared to take Tang Sen off the stairs.

At this time, everyone was close to a hundred meters away from the ground, and all the dwarves felt a chill when they saw this scene.

"No!" Thorin roared. He could predict that the dwarves' journey would come to naught, and they would fail completely at the gate of Erebor. No dwarf king, no lord of the mountain, no Erebor's monstrous wealth. Nothing to do with him anymore.

So he threw the ax in his hand, but in anger, the ax rubbed against the body of the beast and fell down.

Then, he watched the traveler leave the steps with both feet, and was about to be taken into the air by the beast.

For a moment, despair gripped the dwarves.

At this moment, a silver-white figure suddenly jumped out from the stairs, she almost crossed a distance of nearly five meters, accurately hugged the neck of the beast, and hung on it.

That was Shalin, the female dwarf who always had her feet on the ground, put down her mithril hammer, and rushed to the sky in a gesture of sacrificing her life.

The iron fist hit the beast's wound fiercely. The beast whimpered and frantically swung its neck to throw the unexpected guest off, but Sharin choked it tightly and even turned over and came to the Above the beast.

"Sarin!"

The dwarves shouted loudly, but they could not reach the beast flying in the sky.

The last twilight of the setting sun was about to disappear, and they watched the fierce beast, stimulated by the pain, spread its wings and fly towards the sky.

"We have to find a way to save them!" Sharda shouted, "Thorin, think of a way!"

"No! We have no time!" Sorin ignored him, but quickly searched on the rock wall: "They are hopeless, and the only thing we can do now is to find the door to enter Erebor."

"The last light of Durin's day will shine on the keyhole!"

He muttered like a madman: "Where is it? The setting sun will disappear soon, where is the keyhole?"

"Sorin!" Sharda yelled furiously. "Sarin has been captured! The traveler has been captured too! Now is not the time for such things!"

"We have to find something we can throw and smash that thing down. They are immortal, so they won't be thrown to death!"

"Shut up!" Thorin turned his head abruptly, and the tone transmitted through the visor made all the dwarves tremble: "There is no time to waste!"

"Are they more important than Erebor's wealth!"

"Come and find the keyhole, we've come all this way, just for this moment, and we mustn't fail over such stupid little things!"

The dwarves were motionless, their eyes fixed on their king in disbelief.

And the setting sun finally set completely.

The light disappeared.

(End of this chapter)