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Chapter 94 The Black Arrow That Slays the Dragon

The appearance of Dui and Gandalf brought a pleasant surprise to everyone.

Even Thorin's oak shield showed a rare expression of joy.

Since the two temporarily left the group, everyone has suffered greatly since entering the dark and dense forest.

First, they were made dizzy by the poisonous gas in the dense forest and lost their way. Then they stumbled into the giant spider's lair and were almost eaten.

After finally escaping from the giant spider's jaws, they were captured and imprisoned by the elves.

Having escaped from the elven dungeon, he was pursued by elves and hunted by orks, facing numerous dangers along the way.

This is completely different from the situation when Duir and Gandalf were present.

Thorin seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of their previous separation. He took the initiative to walk up to the two of them and solemnly said, "Welcome back, Duir, Gandalf."

"With you all joining us, I'm confident this trip to Lonely Mountain will go smoothly!"

Upon hearing this, Gandalf shook his head.

"I'm afraid we can't go to Lonely Mountain, Thorin. The expedition ends here."

The room fell silent the moment the words were spoken.

Thorin's smiling face froze instantly, quickly turning ugly.

His sharp eyes were fixed on Gandalf.

"Gandalf, what are you talking about? What do you mean the mission ends here?"

Gandalf looked around, saw the strange expressions on everyone's faces, and sighed.

"We have just received accurate information from Ork that the dragon in Lonely Mountain has awakened and is now cooperating with Azog's son, Polgar."

"Going to Lonely Mountain now would be like lambs to the slaughter, a death sentence!"

"Therefore, the plan to steal the Arkenstone and gather the dwarves is no longer viable. We need to devise a new plan and find another way!"

Upon hearing this, the house fell into an even deeper silence.

The dwarfs were utterly devastated.

Even the Lonely Mountain Dwarf Kingdom at its peak couldn't withstand the awakened dragon, let alone these dozen or so dwarves.

It's probably not even enough to fill a dragon's teeth.

Thorin was also greatly shocked after hearing this, but then a surge of resentment welled up in his heart, and his eyes were filled with madness.

"No! I can't give up!"

"So what if the dragon awakens! I must obtain the Arkenstone, no matter the cost!"

Then, as if talking to himself, he said, "We can split into two groups. One group will attract the dragon's attention at the front door, and we might even lure it out. The other group will enter through the back door and quietly take the Arkenstone."

"Are you insane?" Gandalf tried to snap the dwarf out of his madness. "Don't you know what kind of disaster awaits if you anger a dragon?"

"The dragon will burn everyone to death with its dragonfire. Your companions and the residents of Lake-town will all suffer the dragon's revenge!"

Thorin's eyes were filled with madness, and he said in a cold tone, "War always comes at a price."

Everyone stared at him in shock; even the dwarves couldn't believe he would say such a thing.

"You've gone mad!" Gandalf was so angry he almost had a heart attack. He gripped his staff tightly, as if trying to snap the dwarf out of his madness.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting increasingly tense, Dui finally spoke up.

"Alright, there's still more than a month until Dulin Day, so let's calm down and discuss this further."

Seeing Dui speak, the eldest dwarf, Balin, chimed in, "That's right, there's still plenty of time. We can replan; we'll always find a solution!"

Bard, as the host, also invited everyone to sit down.

Gandalf and Thorin were sulking with each other, sitting on opposite sides, one smoking a cigarette and the other keeping his head down in silence.

Bilbo and the dwarves looked at each other, not daring to speak.

Dui didn't care about the atmosphere; instead, he focused more on Bader.

The man who successfully killed the dragon Smaug in his original destiny was a descendant of Girion, the former lord of Dale.

Now he is just an ordinary resident of Changhu Town, making a living by ferrying people across the river.

When the dragon Smaug invaded the Lonely Mountain, the city of Dale at its foot was also destroyed.

As the lord of Dale, Girion once shot off a scale from the chest of a dragon with a huge black arrow.

The black arrow that could kill the dragon also came into Bard's hands.

Dui scanned his surroundings and quickly locked his gaze onto a black iron arrow hanging on the wall.

It was a full-metal arrow that was over two meters long, and it looked more like a spear or harpoon.

Dui walked over and looked it up and down.

This giant arrow, made of some unknown metal, looks heavy and dusty, but it is the only known weapon capable of piercing dragon scale armor.

"A guest?" Bard noticed Dui's actions and walked over with a puzzled look.

"Can I take a look at this black arrow?" Dui asked.

Bard looked surprised: "Does the guest know about this arrow?"

Dui nodded.

"I've heard of it. It's said to be a weapon forged by the dwarves to fight dragons. It can penetrate the dragon's hard scales and inflict fatal damage on the dragon."

Upon hearing this, Bard shook his head and gave a wry smile: "If it could really penetrate dragon scales, the Valley Kingdom wouldn't have been destroyed by the dragon! My ancestors once used it to shoot down a dragon, but the dragon was unharmed and ultimately perished in the dragon's flames."

It wasn't entirely unscathed; Dui remembered that Bard's ancestor had successfully shot off a piece of Smaug's left breastplate, creating a fatal weakness.

This is also why Bard was later able to successfully kill the dragon Smaug with his ancestral black arrow.

Their conversation was overheard by the other people in the room.

The dwarf Balin exclaimed in surprise, "You are a descendant of Lord Girian of the Vale? No wonder you look familiar; you bear some resemblance to your ancestor Girian!"

Bud said with a self-deprecating smile, "You have a sharp eye, considering I'm just a fisherman now."

Thorin, who had been silent for a long time, stood up, his eyes fixed on the black arrow, his expression filled with excitement and greed.

"Is this a black arrow capable of killing a dragon?"

Gandalf, as if guessing his thoughts, poured cold water on his enthusiasm, saying, "There's only a slight chance! Thorin Oakenshield, you can't expect to kill a dragon with this black arrow! Dragons are very cunning; they won't be foolish enough to stand there and wait for you to kill them!"

"If you don't get a fatal blow, the dragon's furious revenge awaits you!"

Thorin completely ignored Gandalf's words, his gaze fixed intently on the black arrow with unwavering determination.

"No, this is a revelation of fate! Fate has delivered this black arrow to me, so that we may use it to accomplish the great feat of slaying the dragon!"

He then turned to look at Bard.

"How much?"

"What?" Bard didn't react.

"How much is this Black Arrow? I'll take it!"

Badran then shook his head.

"I'm sorry, this is an heirloom of mine and I don't sell it."

"You'll sell it!" Thorin was determined to get it.

"You are a descendant of Jirian, so you should know about the treasure within Lonely Mountain. If you are willing to hand over this black arrow, I promise to exchange one-fourteenth of the treasure within Lonely Mountain."