Heavens: From the Crimson Storm, I stopped being a human being Chapter 253 of the text volume: Killing the Dragon with a Borrowed Sword, Shocking Gondor Latest Website: In the palace at the top of the White City, Prime Minister Denethor, the highest authority in the Kingdom of Gondor, personally welcomed Saruman.

"Sir, who hurt you like this?" he asked cautiously and angrily.

While eating and drinking, Saruman lamented righteously, "It was Smaug, the skeletal dragon. Under the orders of the Dark Lord Sauron, he not only destroyed Isengard, but also threatened to destroy Gondor and Rohan. I

I went through all kinds of hardships to save a life just to inform you to prepare early."

As he spoke, he pretended to cough up a mouthful of blood.

The once arrogant leader of the Bai Dao Society has now gradually become sinister and shameful under the torture of Chu Xin and the temptation of the Lord of the Rings.

After hearing this, there was silence in the hall.

The prime minister and his son looked at each other, and all the civil and military officials also looked at each other.

"Smaug, who had been dead for a long time, was indeed resurrected by Sauron! Those ugly dark creatures are always working together, like a nest of snakes and rats!" Denethor immediately angrily yelled and cursed with a series of curse words.

"Smaug, as Sauron's pawn this time, will wreak havoc on all races and nations in Middle-earth, paving the way for the all-out invasion of Mordor's army. By then, Gondor's eastern defense line will collapse." Saruman said calmly, although

I really wanted to give the Prime Minister a magic wand, but I still held back.

"In this case, we must be prepared, otherwise we will be caught off guard by Smaug." Boromir said solemnly.

Saruman paused and did not inform Chu Xin of the news that he had mastered the Supreme Lord of the Rings. The fewer people who knew about this matter, the better.

And his move to kill the dragon with a borrowed sword was extremely vicious. No matter whether Gondor was destroyed or Chu Xin was slaughtered, both sides suffered losses, but it would not harm him, Saruman.

"Smaug must die. If we wait for him to return to Mordor, the dark army that has opened the way for him will inevitably penetrate deeply into the hinterland of Gondor. By then it will be too late!" Saruman said to Denethor in a serious voice.

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Boromir thought that what he said was reasonable, and immediately knelt down on one knee towards Denethor and said sincerely, "Father, for the sake of the safety of the people of Gondor, please let me lead the army to kill the skeleton dragon!"

As a result, Denethor immediately issued the highest order.

With Boromir as the general, he selected elite warriors and archers from various military camps, a total of two thousand people, equipped with weapons and equipment produced by Gushan, to build a dragon-slaying army with extremely strong comprehensive quality!

Saruman, who was standing in the way, began to watch the fire from the other side, eating and drinking well in the palace to recuperate, and planned the next steps, making advance preparations for various possibilities to prevent unexpected changes.

at the same time.

The Kingdom of River Valley welcomed a group of guests who have traveled a lot.

The city gate opened, and the soldiers on both sides looked curiously at the leading wizard in gray robes, but the two hundred men in black robes following closely behind them made their hearts tremble even more.

The mysterious attire did not reveal any trace of skin, and everyone's entire cheeks were hidden in huge hoods. Although they all looked very thin, the cold murderous aura they exuded was real, as if they had been killed back from hell.

of soldiers.

"Gandalf! We haven't seen each other for four years, right? Time flies so fast, and your appearance hasn't changed at all~"

At this time, Brand, the king of the river valley state, appeared quickly and enthusiastically.

"You've become a lot stronger, and you look more and more like your grandfather Bard." Gandalf smashed his pipe and laughed.

The skeleton general and the female adjutant behind him looked at each other in tacit understanding. No wonder his king would call Gandalf the best socialite in Middle-earth. This network of friends from all over the world is indeed well-deserved.

"Who are these?" Brand looked at the skeleton army in confusion. The iron-blooded killing aura made him frown, and he was sure that these people were definitely not simple.

"Oh, my friend's guys, I came here this time to take them to the Lonely Mountain to place orders." Gandalf explained calmly.

"It turns out that we are going to the Lonely Mountain," Brand nodded, "but the Lonely Mountain has been very heavily guarded recently. You should also know that Smaug has been resurrected as a skeleton, which has made people panic."

"Are you talking about Smaug? It's nothing. It has nothing to do with what it used to be. It is no longer our enemy, and I happen to have some friendship with him." Gandalf replied casually.

"So that's it, it's been... huh? I didn't hear what you just said!" Brand asked in shock.

Not only him, but the surrounding residents of the River Valley State all widened their wings and rubbed their ears, thinking that they were hearing hallucinations. However, these words came from the gray robe wizard Gandalf, but they had to be convincing. For a moment, everyone

There are only questions in my mind.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke him, Smaug will most likely not regard you as his enemy." Gandalf took another puff of tobacco.

Although it was difficult to accept this outrageous development for the moment, Brand still did his best to be a landlord.

He arranged a reception banquet, but of course, only Gandalf showed up in the end. The Skeleton General and others rested early in a large warehouse.

Gandalf had a simple supper, supplemented his tobacco ration, and then went to sleep.

The next morning, they took advantage of the lack of people on the street and quickly left from the rear city gate, heading down the hillside towards the lonely mountain not far away.

On the tallest spire in the valley state.

"Brand, there is something wrong with those soldiers," the military advisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses whispered. "Last night I accidentally saw the palm of one of them. There was no trace of flesh on the palm of one of them. It was a skeleton of white bones."

"What?!" Brand was shocked, but when he thought that Gandalf was the leader, he gradually felt relieved.

"I guess they are the ones Gandalf wants to help, but I also have a bold guess that they are worthy of him coming to Lonely Mountain to intercede in person." The military advisor said slowly.

"Smaug? It's very logical for a skeleton dragon to match a skeleton army," Brand pursed his lips and shook his head, "Forget it, Gandalf has his own judgment, why should we try to figure out his thoughts."

"I'm more curious about how the other side of Gushan will react. After all, it's well known how hot-tempered Dyne Ironfoot is." The military advisor smiled.

"In the past few years, the three of us have become friends. With Thranduil's help, Daine's bad temper has gotten much better. I heard that only the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain could not be offended," Brand said.

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Buzz!

The golden and stone gate of Gushan Kingdom is opened.

"My dear old friend Gandalf, long time no see!"

Iron-footed Dain's rough and heroic voice boomed from the depths of the cave, and a short and stocky figure came quickly and excitedly.

In the mountain kingdom behind him, there was a constant loud noise. It was the heavy smelting industry that was continuing to operate. The hot flames melted the metal, and the craftsmen with clear division of labor were constantly producing war supplies.

Moreover, on their way up the mountain, Gandalf and the others discovered numerous well-deployed anti-aircraft weapons, various giant crossbows, trebuchets, and even guns capable of firing giant iron nets.

Obviously, the Gushan Kingdom has made sufficient preparations to fight and resist Chu Xin. Every dwarf is in a state of passion, as if they have been given blood.

Dain Ironfoot warmly entertained Gandalf and his party.

After all, Gandalf helped the dwarves a lot back then. Without his help, it would be difficult for the Lonely Mountain dwarves to make a comeback, let alone restore their former glory.

Therefore, the dwarves are full of respect and awe for Gandalf. They are always stubborn and find it difficult to accept other people's opinions, but Gandalf is an exception.

In short, Chu Xin's request for Gandalf to do this favor was not casual, it was well-founded.

In the spacious but rough hall, there are rock murals decorated with various diamonds, gold and silver. The sunlight from the dome shines through the glass, rendering the colorful luster of wealth.

At first glance it looks like an ancient palace, but after a closer look, you will find that the golden threads under your feet are made of pure gold, the dishes on the long table are either exquisite jade or clear silver, and even the tables and chairs are valuable

Heavy old wood.

Anyway, one word stands out: We are rich!

Indeed, in terms of worldly wealth in the entire Middle-earth, only dwarves and dragons can compete for the oiran. Now that the dragons are almost extinct with the exile of Morgoth, the dwarves naturally sit firmly in the first place.

As for the elves, although they do not have as much gold, silver and jewelry as the dwarves, they still have a very strong foundation and possess many immeasurable ancient treasures.

"Hey Dyne, I'm here to order a batch of weapons and equipment from you. There are probably more than two thousand sets." Gandalf said straight to the point while eating steak.

"Then you have found the right person. Is it Gondor?" Dain chewed a large ham boldly, and suddenly looked at the skeleton general and female adjutant beside Gandalf, "Why don't you two eat it?"

Faramir, who was immersed in eating, was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.

The Skeleton General glanced at Gandalf, who nodded after thinking for two seconds.

So, the two slowly took off their hoods, revealing two skulls covered with scars.

In an instant, the whole table was silent. The ham in Iron-footed Dain's hand fell to the ground with a clang. Everyone looked at the two of them dumbfounded. Several dwarf elders opposite were even more shocked and fell backwards on their chairs.

On the ground.

"This order was placed by us. Because of its special nature, I hope you can customize it." General Skeleton was, after all, the former commander of the Royal Capital City Defense Force, and his conversational tone was not bad at all.

After a while, Iron-footed Dain said in amazement, "So it's an undead creature? Wait, there are two thousand sets, there are so many like you?"

He thought for a moment, then looked at Gandalf, who looked calm, and said, "That's not a small amount. Everyone knows that the products produced by our dwarves are definitely high-quality products that cannot be ignored. Two thousand sets of weapons and equipment~ Let me do the math.

~”

"No need to forget it, come with me." General Skeleton stood up.

Then, everyone came outside, and the general ordered his men to lift the covers and open all the boxes.

In an instant, dazzling golden light illuminated the cave where it was located, and it suddenly became magnificent. It also illuminated the eyes of the dwarves such as Dyne Ironfoot.

Just by looking at the luster, Daine knew that these were undoubtedly made of the finest gold, and their quality even far exceeded most of the gold coins in the Gushan treasure house.

He walked forward, picked up one and looked at it carefully, and suddenly shouted, "Come here, you all, the craftsmanship of this gold coin is..."

Not long after, dozens of dwarf craftsmen gathered around, each holding a gold coin and looking at it carefully, especially the small and exquisite dragon spine Gu relief on the side, which amazed these top masters.

“I want to know who created these gold coins that are works of art!”

"It's simply a miraculous craftsmanship. If I were to stay in seclusion for a month, I might be able to hit one, but I can't imagine such a terrifying number!"

"But do you think the pattern on the front looks a bit familiar?"

"Is this the bone of some creature?"

"The wings, tail and posture look really familiar!"
To be continued...