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Chapter 125 Thorin's Death (Addition)
Thorin's words almost made Tang Sen laugh.

But it was Sha Lin who reacted faster than Tang Sen. She directly stood in front of Tang Sen.

"Sorin, you can't expel Tang Sen. What you said made you lose your head." She said loudly, "If it wasn't for Tang Sen, how could we be standing here?"

"Sarin Mithril Hammer." Sorin sneered, and walked down the steps of the throne step by step: "There is no need to pretend any more, you and the traveler are always together, and you have already lost your love for me in your heart." Your respect, all your actions are for the throne."

"When you stepped on my name to get the title of Mithril Hammer, you must be very proud?"

Shalin was stunned, she couldn't believe it, her whole face was so red with aggrieved and angry that it was almost as red as her fiery red hair.

"A female dwarf, really thinks that she can defeat the king?" Thorin raised his weapon: "Didn't you rely on the traveler's Mithril Hammer for your brilliant achievements?"

"It is a disgrace to Durin's clan to rely on the help of humans to seek the throne."

"I never thought about—" Sha Lin wanted to defend, but Tang Sen interrupted her.

"So, you want a fair duel." He looked at Thorin Oakenshield, and said, "Is Erebor's throne determined by the outcome of the duel?"

Of course Sorin didn't think so, but Tang Sen's words came out like a cannonball: "In other words, you are too timid to face Sharin, thinking that the only reason you deserve to sit on the throne is because your body The blood of the royal family flowing, not because of the weapon in your hand?"

"Are you going to run away from battle as you did when you faced the dragon?"

"A coward who turned his back on the honor of the dwarves and fled in haste."

Thorin was enraged.

A dwarf is always easily provoked, especially when words hit his inner weak spot.

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

"The winner is king, and the loser leaves the Lonely Mountain forever. I swear in the name of Durin that she is not worthy to live as a dwarf."

This kind of duel was originally based on life and death, but everyone knew that whether it was Thorin or Sharin, they all had the curse of immortality.

"Sorin, there's no need to do this." Sharin didn't react at all, and by the time she realized it, the situation had been pushed to the ground by Tang Sen.

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

Sharin's performance along the way had already conquered them, even though he didn't want to admit it, but everyone knew that Sharin was more suitable to be the king of the mountain than the current Sorin who had lost his mind.

"Take up your arms!" growled Thorin. "If you dare not duel with me, follow your damned master out of Erebor!"

Sharin is indeed a woman, but she is never a weak person. She is even stronger and more irritable than male dwarves, so she didn't want to explain anymore. She put down the mithril hammer in her hand and took it from Sharda Pass the dwarf's warhammer.

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

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

Tang Sen didn't say a word, but a gold coin quietly appeared in his hand.

Aztec Cursed Gold Coin.

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

Sharin and Sorin faced each other, and Sorin's eyes were full of hatred and anger, while Sharin's eyes were much more complicated.

But there was no turning back, and beneath the throne, in the city that the Durin dwarves dreamed of, a duel was at hand.

Sorin took the lead, and the sharp blade in his hand mercilessly slashed towards Shalin.

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

Sharin's huge strength directly deflected Sorin's weapon, and then swung the hammer again without hesitation, hitting Sorin.

Sorin rolled backwards, narrowly dodging Sarin's attack.

His heart cooled down.

So much strength!How can it be?

But Sharin was not going to give him time to breathe. A duel was a duel, and dwarves couldn't do such things as keeping one's hand during a duel.

The warhammer was popularized by Sarin. Although she gradually got used to the huge size of the Mithril Hammer, the small dwarven warhammer was used since she was a child, and naturally she was not good at it. Sorin kept trying to struggle and resist. , but the gap in strength is like a natural moat.

Soon, he had already retreated to the step of the throne, and there was no way to retreat.

He gritted his teeth and roared angrily. Anyway, he is an immortal body, so he can't die even if he gets hit, so it's not considered a loss.

So he simply stopped dodging, and let the warhammer hit his head, while the sharp blade in his hand passed towards Sharin's chest.

bang——

Accompanied by a heavy muffled sound, Sorin was directly thrown into the air.

Sharin stopped moving.

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

Yes, it's different, she can feel the wind passing through the hall of Erebor, and she can smell the dragon's scent carried in the wind.

She looked back at the dwarves, who were also frozen in place.

Snapped!
A slap landed cleanly on a dwarf's head, causing him to jump straight up.

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

"Can I feel the pain?"

"Curse. Disappeared?"

"why?"

The dwarves looked at Tang Sen suspiciously.

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

"It seems reasonable that we defeated the evil dragon and took back the Lonely Mountain." Balin was in a trance, and suddenly realized: "No! Sorin!"

The dwarves were shocked all of a sudden, and quickly looked at Thorin who was thrown away by Sharin's hammer.

That royal family was already in a pool of blood, Sharin's strength was strong enough to crush a troll, and a dwarf, not even the future dwarf king, could bear her hammer.

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

The dwarves had mixed emotions.

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

"Obviously, I have a bad temper. Don't expect me to repay ungrateful people with kindness."

"I respect the rights of dwarves, but I think I also have the right to take back what belongs to me."

No matter how brainless the dwarf was, he also knew what the traveler meant. He could lift the curse at any time, but he chose at this most critical time.

But can they blame Voyager?It seemed that they couldn't bear this kind of emotion. They didn't lose their minds like Thorin.

If it weren't for the traveler, Thorin would have died at the hands of the Orc cavalry in the Troll Glade, including all the people present, who lived because of the curse, and now died because of the curse, and there seems to be nothing to complain about.

Moreover, everyone can see Thorin's attitude towards the traveler. As a benefactor who helped the dwarves retake the Lonely Mountain, the traveler did not ask for anything in return. Lin was expelled, and even prepared to do it, but the traveler thought it was normal.

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

No dwarf wanted Thorin dead.

Balin sighed, "The duel is over."

"To die in a dwarf duel is an act of honor, and the life of Thorin Oakenshield is a life worthy of respect, and a magnificent life."

"The dwarves of Durin never forget his deeds."

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

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

The dwarves were silent for a while, and finally saluted the first queen in dwarf history, shouting:

"King of the Mountain!"

Shalin was so confused and overwhelmed that he 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 should have stayed in the Blue Mountains, married a certain dwarf, gave birth to a dwarf, and lived a boring and stable life.

But she followed Townsend on the journey, defeated the Orcs, defeated the Trolls, traveled all the way through the Misty Mountains, passed through the Dark Forest, fought a bloody road under the obstruction of thousands of troops, and finally recaptured the Lonely Mountain.

All this is just for her oath to Tang Sen, she never thought of becoming a king.

How can she be king?

"Sha Lin, it seems that you have a lot of things to do next." Tang Sen just said: "The army of darkness is still lurking outside the lonely mountain, and your clansmen in the Iron Hills are still besieged, and the distant Mordor, a greater power is gaining momentum."

"As the dwarf king, you need to shoulder these responsibilities."

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

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

"For Durin!"

The dwarves raised their arms: "For Durin!"

This deed that could change the history of the dwarves came to an end. There were less than forty dwarves present. There was still a long way to go for Sharin to be fully recognized by all the dwarves.

But this is just the beginning, not the end, isn't it?
And Townsend, the traveler who guided everything in the dark, looked into the distance, through the steel walls of Erebor, saw the raging dark army, and even further away, the entrenched in the east. Mordor.

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

"Things are starting to get interesting."

(End of this chapter)