Orcs are half-orcs.

They are generally short in stature, ugly and wretched in appearance, and their facial features are even more unsightly than those of Goblins.

Only leaders or tribe chiefs are as tall as humans, much bulkier, and more intelligent.

Sixty years ago, the Orcs, as the villains of the Battle of the Five Armies, inflicted heavy losses on the elves and dwarves, but they were also defeated. The leader known as "Occasion Wu Yanzu" and the dwarf king Thorin Oakenshield died together.

To this day, the Orc clan seems to be severely weakened, but their master is the Dark Lord Sauron, so they will not die.

"Is that the Smaug your lord calls?"

"Why did it look like this?"

"How on earth did it come back to life?"

"Of course it's all thanks to my lord! He is an omnipotent necromancer!"

The Orcs rode giant wolves called "wargs" and talked in confusion to ease the uncontrollable fear in their hearts.

Yes, in the current Third Age, Sauron, who has returned once again, claims to be a necromancer, instructing the dark forces to continuously invade various countries in an attempt to spread the war across the continent.

They soon arrived at the foot of the mountain, all looking up.

The leader of the Oaks bowed down and saluted Chu Xin in a dignified manner, and then said loudly in his rough voice, "Honorable Lord Smaug, I follow the mission of Lord Demon Lord and come from Mordor."

The Mordor he talks about is located in the southeast of Middle-earth, a dark base that never sees the light of day.

Chu Xin tilted his head slightly and calmly looked at the dozen dirty and smelly Oaks.

It seems that Sauron has some real abilities. He actually sensed the "resurrection" of "Smaug" and sent an envoy immediately, hoping to renew their relationship.

As far as he knew, Sauron was once a servant of Valar (god) Aulë, a learned man among Maia (minor gods), and mastered superb craftsmanship. After his fall, Sauron became even more powerful.

Not only has many mysterious abilities, he also has a profound and thoughtful mind.

"Years ago, you reached an alliance agreement with the Demon Lord, but those hateful humans actually killed~ahem," Oak realized that mentioning this matter might be bitten into pieces, so he stopped abruptly and offered flattery.

Smile, "I am here this time to invite you to Mordor as a guest and become the most powerful right-hand man of the Demon King!"

In short, he wanted to win over Chu Xin.

With that said, two Oaks dragged out a large wooden box, and wisps of alluring golden light spilled out from the gaps.

After opening it, as Chu Xin expected, it was a box full of gold coins!

Under the cloudy sky, the brilliance of gold became a bright and unique color in the wilderness.

The shapes and patterns of these gold coins are all different, and their origin is obvious. In all likelihood, they were plundered by the Orcs.

"A little gift~" Captain Oak chuckled.

Chu Xin admitted that the moment he saw it, his body instinctively surged with desire and greed, wanting to take it for himself.

After all, these gadgets are very attractive to giant dragons, otherwise Smaug would not have defeated the kingdom under the mountain and then slept soundly in the dwarves' mountains of gold and silver.

But who is Chu Xin?

Several reincarnations have forged the soul again and again, and different thrilling experiences have filled the soul with thickness and texture.

Suppressing this instinct couldn't be easier.

Of course, the most important thing is that money is really not tempting in front of Chu Xin, not even as exciting as a female dragon.

Another point is that you bought yourself with just one box, so you are too cheap?

Chu Xin was too lazy to respond and slowly opened his mouth full of sharp teeth under the "intelligent" eyes of the Oaks.

All the Oaks looked at Chu Xin's transparent hollow throat and couldn't help but be confused.

"Smaug, what do you want to do!"

The captain felt the murderous intention shown by Chu Xin, and immediately mounted the warg and carefully drew out the rough machete.

Although the clueless subordinates didn't know the reason, the subconsciousness cultivated by years of fierce fighting made them feel that the atmosphere was not good.

This posture seems to be breathing fire?

But there is only a frail skeleton left, what should I spray with?

"We are friends, and we all respect Lord Sauron. If you think it's too much, just come back to Mordor with us, and we will help you retake the Lonely Mountain." The Oak captain still had some sense and continued to comfort Chu Xin with his words.

After all, a dozen Orcs all quietly touched the hilt of the knife, and the warg beneath him also began to grin with trembling limbs.

Regardless of the racial oppression that comes with the giant dragon, the difference in size alone made them feel nervous, not to mention that the image of the skeleton dragon was even more terrifying.

As Chu Xin's consciousness aroused, a dark red flame ignited deep in his mouth, as if an eye had opened in the abyss.

The Orcs immediately stood on end, and without saying a word, they turned around and fled on their wargs.

No matter how reckless they are on weekdays, they would not be so brainless as to go head-to-head with a skeletal dragon. To deal with such a super-large creature, they still have to use crossbows, catapults and giants.

boom!

A ball of dark red flames spurted out.

The temperature is obviously extremely high, which can give people a cold and cold feeling, like a will-o'-the-wisp in a cemetery.

"It can really breathe fire! Get out quickly!"

The captain was shocked and rushed to the front.

He only heard a series of pitiful roars coming from behind him. When he looked back inadvertently, the whole road was filled with stiff black corpses and life-threatening flames rushing toward him.

"How dare you betray Lord Sauron, you despicable beast, you will be thrown into the volcano and burned to ashes!" The captain continued to threaten unwillingly at the last moment of his life.

Wow~

The world became quiet, except for the strong burnt smell that lingered for a long time.

Chu Xin let out a smoky yawn indifferently. Even he himself knew nothing about the working principle of the Skeleton Dragon's Flame, let alone Oak.

But in a magical world with system plug-ins, there is no need to worry about this.

"Huh? There are still peepers." Chu Xin vaguely caught a glimpse of a frightened Oak getting into a hole in the ground. The distance was too far for the skeleton fire to shoot through.

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Chu Xin didn't care and didn't stop him.

Because he longed for the demons to advance towards him with an army numbering in the tens of thousands.

…

Although Chu Xin was isolated from the outside world in the Great Waste of Rovanion, the news about Smaug's resurrection as a skeleton spread throughout most of Middle-earth in a short period of time.

Although he did nothing and the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain and the humans of the valley were safe and sound, the bards and mercenaries still spread various bizarre versions.

For example: Smaug's corpse was controlled by the rumored Necromancer, who wanted to form an army of the undead. Smaug's corpse was seized and occupied by ghosts. Smaug's body was the skeleton, and his skin was just disguise. Smaug was cursed by an unknown person, and his soul could not

Leaving the body and so on.

In short, the most talked about topic in pubs in various cities these days is Chu Xin.

Even ordinary people know about things that many powerful forces naturally know about, and their attitudes towards them vary. Some are worried, some are frightened, and some are irrelevant or unable to take care of them.

Needless to say, River Valley State and Gushan directly filled up the city defenses and deployed twice the usual patrol intensity, for fear that Chu Xin would kill them.

In the dark forest adjacent to Changhu Town, there is a clan of wood elves called the Woodland Kingdom.

At this moment, in a luxuriously decorated living room, three figures were sitting around a round table.

Brand, King of the River Valley, Ironfoot Dyne, King of the Lonely Mountain, and Thranduin, King of the Elf.

The first two people sitting in front of this noble, cold and arrogant man were inconspicuous supporting roles, completely overshadowed by the brilliance that the latter continued to exude.

He has long, smooth golden hair, a beautiful face but not effeminate, a tall and slender body, and the aristocratic temperament of an Elf King in every gesture.

As a king, Serandu Yin's whole body was filled with nobility, and his eyebrows were as cold as a cold blade. Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that this was a master who was not easy to talk to.

But when he faced the two allies at the same table, although the alienation of "I am alone and beautiful" still existed, the look on his face was no longer repulsive.

Sixty years ago, they turned from being hostile to each other to living and dying together. Over the past sixty years, they have established deep friendships in all aspects, and they are very close to each other. If an alliance is not established, it will be easy for "the city gate to catch fire and the fish pond to be affected."

"The people I sent discovered traces of Smaug," Thrandu Yin said flatly. "In the middle of the great wasteland, there are traces of a battle. There are the remains of Orcs burned by fire. On a mountain, there is a huge claw mark.

The cut, it should have been perched on."

"Occ. Smaug killed those dirty and ugly orcs?" Dain Ironfoot asked doubtfully, "Wait, fire? Are you sure Smaug, who doesn't even have a brain, can spit it out?"

Thrandu Yin felt a little headache at the vulgar gesture of his yelling, but he still said patiently, "According to the analysis of the environment after the fire burned, it is like this. As for why the skeleton Smaug can breathe fire, I don't know yet.

"

Watching Ironfoot Dain whine, Brand quickly asked Thranduyin, "What's next?"

Thranduyin glanced at Daine, who had only one head protruding from the table, shook his head and said, "Smaug probably went to Loen. Since that is the territory of the barbaric Dongyi people, my people will not go deep into it."

"Run? Haha, those barbarians are really having a hard time now!" Iron-footed Dain laughed loudly, obviously not having a good impression of Dongyi's tribe.

Indeed, compared to Gondor, Rohan and other human countries in the Western Continent of Middle-earth, the Dongyi people in the Eastern Continent are undoubtedly more brutal and warlike. They have been launching murderous invasions in the West for thousands of years, not to mention the destruction of Rovanian a long time ago.

, things are still threatening the safety of the Western Continent.

Thranduyin was silent for a moment and then spoke calmly, "Since Smaug has disappeared, let's leave the matter as it is for now. I don't want to get involved in troubles that have nothing to do with me."
To be continued...