I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 135 The Wrath of Smaug

As the Latan soldiers once again accurately drove their crossbow bolts into the Orc's eye sockets, the Red Lions' efficient and ruthless massacre began.

An Oak who had reacted just reached for the short blade at his waist, but his head was smashed into pieces by Oga's heavy sword, and the skull fragments mixed with brain matter splashed into the fire, raising a cloud of foul-smelling black smoke.

The chaos lasted less than three minutes, and by the time the last Orc was pinned to the rock face by a spear, the rest house had become a swamp of Orcish flesh.

The Orc soldiers never thought they would be attacked in the Lonely Mountain. Without any preparation, they were naturally no match for the Red Lions.

Oga stepped on the orc's organs and walked to another exit of the lounge. There were vague dwarven characters engraved on the stone door frame.

If Thorin and the others were here, the dwarves would immediately recognize that this dwarven language means "Durin's Eternal Glory".

At this time, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the stone gate, mixed with the creaking sound of other stone gates rising and the sharp chirping of orcs.

"Check the injuries. Those with minor injuries, take the seriously injured back the way they came. Everyone else, follow me and continue upwards."

Oga gave a simple order, and among the Latan soldiers behind him, only three who were injured by Oak in the melee just now took the initiative to step forward.

Two soldiers were stabbed several times in the arms, and the remaining soldier was injured in the ankle. He left the formation reluctantly.

He was injured more seriously because he was besieged by several Orcs at the same time.

He had simply treated the soldiers' wounds and taken poison moss medicine to remove the poison from the orcs' weapons. But even so, he could still feel the stinging pain, and blood was still seeping slowly from under the white gauze.

However, he did not choose to hide his injury and insisted on following Oga's team.

It wasn't that he was cowardly or unwilling to continue fighting, but he knew that his injured ankle and limited mobility would definitely distract his companions from protecting him, bringing them more danger.

Therefore, he did not say anything, but took off the Red Lion Flame Pot, crossbow and matching crossbow arrows he was carrying and handed them to other comrades.

The other two Latan soldiers with injured arms did the same thing as him. After handing their belongings to their comrades nearby, they went over to help lift the Latan soldier with injured ankle and retreated in the direction they came from.

At the same time, the noises made by Oak outside the stone gate became clearer and clearer.

Oga took out a Red Lion Flame Pot from his waist and calmly ordered: "Repair the formation and prepare the crossbows."

The Latan soldiers quickly regrouped and formed a line, and the next moment, a strong orc roared and pushed a hole in the stone gate.

It looked inside through the hole, and the next moment a crossbow arrow pierced its forehead, causing the orc to fall backwards with its eyes rolled back.

The hole in the stone door that was pushed open was not small but not too big, just enough for Oga to throw the Red Lion Flame Pot out.

So Oga immediately leaned sideways to press against the gap in the stone door to prevent it from being pushed open further, and his shoulder armor even scraped off sparks.

Behind the door came the heavy breathing of the Orcs and the noise of people jostling each other. Oga roughly estimated that there were at least thirty Orcs blocking the passage outside the stone door.

Then Oga threw the Red Lion Flame Pot in his hand through the crack in the door. The pottery pot drew an arc and landed not far from the door. After a brief explosion, a red wave of fire instantly rushed into the crack in the door like a poisonous snake's tongue.

Howls and the smell of burning flesh pierced through the stone gate. An orc tried to swat away the flames on its body, but the sticky flames covered its palms, and its entire arm was carbonized into a charred dead branch.

Before the flames from the Red Lion Flame Pot had died down, Oga took the initiative to open the stone door.

The Latan soldiers, who had been prepared for this, fired dozens of crossbows at the same time the moment they saw Oak's figure outside.

As soon as Oak, who had not yet been burned to death in the passage, opened his smoke-red eyes, a steel arrow pierced his eyebrows. The crossbow arrow penetrated his skull or cervical vertebrae, nailing his body to the rock wall and causing it to twitch.

The Orcs at the end of the passage who were not affected by the Red Lion's Flame Pot tried to draw their short bows and fight back, but the second wave of arrows from the crossbowmen had already arrived, and the crossbow bolts penetrated their bodies and took their lives.

Seeing that the orcs in the passage had been almost cleared, Oga gave another order: "Shield formation, push forward!"

The Latan soldiers instantly put away their crossbows and retreated, and then the shield soldiers moved forward, with two rows of tower shields forming an iron wall and crushing forward.

The two or three surviving Orcs huddled behind the bodies of their comrades and hurled whatever they could, but they were repelled by the edges of their shields.

When the shield array was against the last few orcs, spears suddenly shot out from the gaps, got stuck in the orcs' collarbones and pulled down, cutting their chests and hearts in half.

"Keep moving forward!"

At this moment, Azog, who was sitting on the throne belonging to the Dwarf King in the throne hall, suddenly looked up, and the iron hook scraped across the armrest of the throne.

The next moment, one of its Orc scouts stumbled in and shouted impatiently to Azog: "There are invaders on the bottom floor! All of them are humans..."

Azog stood up with a sinister grin, but then slowly sat back on the throne: "Humans? Those rotten fishmongers from Long Lake Town?"

The scout who reported the news shook his head in panic: "I, I don't know. They wear red armor with lions carved on it, and the arrows they shoot are so accurate that they seem to be able to turn..."

Azog narrowed his single eye and suddenly kicked the scout aside. "Useless piece of shit! Those humans were the elite who attacked Raven Ridge and Riverdale. They couldn't even recognize this."

The scout rolled over and stood up, shaking like a sieve. He crawled in front of the dwarf throne in fear, not daring to speak, for fear that Azog would take out his anger and kill him if he said another word.

Azog narrowed his eyes, apparently realizing that the tunnels created by the Earthworm could be used by more than just its Orc army.

It was about to send out those huge Olog ogres to kill all the invading human soldiers underground, but as soon as the order was spoken, it was swallowed back by Azog himself.

No, perhaps I can use these humans... The dragon cannot just enjoy the benefits brought to it by its master without paying any price.

Azog looked in the direction of Smaug's gold nest, a sneer on his face. "Send out soldiers to lead our 'guest' to the dragon's chambers."

After charging and fighting several times, Oga and the Latan soldiers he led keenly discovered that the Orcs did not seem to be in a hurry to fight with them. Instead, every time they wanted to go somewhere, a large group of Orcs would rush out, while the number of Orcs appearing in the other direction would be much smaller.

It's like he's deliberately guiding himself to a certain place.

After Oga split the orc in two, he looked up at the orcs not far away. He hadn't gotten far before looking back to see if the Red Lions had caught up with him. Although he said nothing on the surface, he was already sneering in his heart.

Where in the Lonely Mountain will it lead us? It's hard to guess, Azog.

A Latan soldier behind Oga also whispered: "Lord Oga, these Orcs..."

Oga raised his hand to interrupt him. "Well, Lord Latarn has foreseen the situation. Continue to follow those orcs as planned."

"Yes." In Smaug's lair, Smaug, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the mountain of gold coins, naturally also noticed the invasion of Orcs and others, but he disdained the mess between Orcs and humans.

If it was a dwarf who came in, it would actually interest Smaug.

However, as the noise made by humans and orcs got closer and closer to his lair, Smaug could no longer sleep peacefully as before.

It raised its head from the mountain of gold coins, its dragon pupils revealing a dangerous glint, and said with a comical laugh, "Azog, do you think I don't know what you're doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate leading to the Dwarven Treasury was pushed open impatiently by the Orcs, who rushed in chattering.

Not long after they nervously came in, Oga rushed in with the Latan soldiers.

Small mountains of gold coins and gems reached all the way to the dome, and each coin reflected the dragon body of Smaug perched on the top.

The wealth accumulated by the dwarves over hundreds of years was so bright in the treasury hall that it almost hurt Oga and the others' eyes.

Even Oga and the soldiers of the Red Lion Legion, who had extremely strong mental qualities, were briefly shocked by the wealth they saw before them.

After the Orcs lured Oga and the Latan soldiers in, they immediately hid in fear, fearing that they would be seen by the evil dragon.

Oga looked at Smaug's black body rising and falling with his breathing with a very clear purpose, and raised his hand to signal the soldiers to disperse.

After all, it is really stupid to gather together to face a dragon.

The Latan soldiers silently climbed up the golden mountain, took out their crossbows, and aimed their arrows steadily at Smaug.

Smaug saw all the actions of these humans and couldn't help laughing.

It wanted to talk to the leading human, to learn his name so it could enslave his soul: "Little Ant..."

Smaug's guttural voice made the gold coins fall, and the magic in the dragon language made the air seem as sticky as honey.

Oga felt cold tentacles trying to pry open his skull, and his thoughts froze.

[Kneel down. Offer your name, and I will grant you the grace of licking the dragon's claws.]

Oga's temples were throbbing, and Smaug's dragon language kept echoing in his mind, making Oga feel conflicted about saying his own name.

But a sudden sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth under his helmet, and he made an attacking gesture.

The moment the Latan soldiers pulled the trigger of their crossbows, Oga himself immediately drew the long bow engraved with the red lion emblem.

Countless steel crossbow arrows tore through the air, but Smaug was too lazy to even move. The arrows were bounced off by the black dragon scales on the evil dragon's body as if they hit hard metal.

Only Oga's gravity arrow caused any damage. The arrow, wrapped in gravity magic, exploded into a purple vortex the moment it touched the dragon scales, and tiny cracks appeared on the three scales on Smaug's chest.

This time, the dragon finally opened its vertical pupils completely, and the golden pupils in its eyes shrank into needles because of anger.

The last time it felt pain was when it was shot by a wind crossbow by that overconfident human lord.

【【【insect!】】】

Smaug's roar set off a tsunami of gold coins. The Red Lion soldiers huddled behind the mountain of gold, trying to stabilize their bodies and not roll down with the gold coins.

Oga plunged his knight's broadsword into the nearby stone pillar to avoid being swept away by the falling gold coins. He spat out a gold coin and roared, "Round two! Shoot the cracks in its scales!"

But Smaug's chest swelled, and the air around him seemed to be sucked out in an instant, and a red light emerged from his mouth, and hot dragon flames gushed out of his ferocious mouth.

The dragon's flames were more violent than Oga had expected.

The first dragon flame was almost white, and the gold coins along the way were directly liquefied, and fist-sized sapphires turned into green smoke.

The mountain of gold coins where the Red Lions were hiding turned from solid to liquid in just a few seconds. Two Latan soldiers decisively raised their shields and jumped out of the bunker to buy time for their companions.

However, the shields in their hands melted into molten iron within five seconds, and then the two brave Latan soldiers were wrapped in dragon flames without making any sound, and their bodies shattered into black powder before falling to the ground.

But it was also because of the five seconds they gained that the other soldiers were able to avoid the burning of the dragon flame in time.

The second dragon flame turned dark red, which was Smaug's joke.

It deliberately slowed down its breathing speed and swept it horizontally towards where Oga was, little by little, so that Oga could see with his own eyes how the dragon fire torrent devoured him and his soldiers, feeling double panic and torment in his body and mind.

But luckily for him, Smaug's second breath of fire happened to be directed towards where the Orcs were hiding.

The Orcs immediately took to their heels and rushed from their hiding places.

But Smaug did not stop because he had no intention of letting go of these Orcs who were disturbing his rest.

If it weren't for the alliance between it and Sauron, Smaug would even have planned to kill the white Orc after eliminating the insects that broke into its room.

As the Orcs escaped from their hiding places one after another, they were wrapped in dragon fire and turned into running torches, allowing Oggar to see a glimpse of life in the gaps between the dragon fire: that was the golden mountain where Smaug was.

He took advantage of the moment when Smaug's attention was slightly focused on the screaming Orcs and drew his bow again, but this time the gravity arrow was no longer aimed at Smaug, but at the area below him.

Oga quickly shot three gravity arrows at the mountain of gold at Smaug's feet. They penetrated into the mountain of gold coins, causing a collapse, and Smaug lost his balance and slid down.

Because this evil dragon had not soared in the sky for more than a hundred years, it actually forgot to spread its wings and fly.

"Retreat in the direction you came from!"

Oga took this opportunity to shout orders to his soldiers.

When the last Red Lion soldier jumped out of the passage of the Dwarf's treasure house, Smaug's breath gushed out from the passage.

Ogar listened to the screams of the Orcs coming from the passage from time to time and the Dwarf Palace shaking around him, and knew that the unfortunate Orcs were being targeted by the furious Smaug.

(End of this chapter)