Chapter 238 The Target of Public Criticism

Oak is a half-orc.

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 tribal 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 is talking about?"

"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 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 came to the foot of the mountain, all looking up.

The leader of the Oaks bowed and saluted Chu Xin gracefully, and then said loudly in his rough voice, "Honorable Lord Smaug, I followed the mission of Lord Demon Lord and came from Mordor."

The Mordor in his mouth is located in the southeast of Middle-earth, a dark base camp 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 Sauron's fall, he became more powerful, possessed many mysterious abilities, and had 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. Smiling, "I am here this time to invite you to Mordor as a guest and become the most powerful right-hand man of the Demon Lord!"

In short, it was to win over Chu Xin.

With that said, the 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.

These gold coins have different shapes and patterns, and their origin is obvious. In all likelihood, they were plundered by the Oaks.

"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 why, 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'll 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 handles of their knives, and the warg beneath them also began to grin with trembling limbs.

Regardless of the racial oppression brought by the giant dragon, the difference in size alone made them feel a beat in their hearts, 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 Oaks immediately stood on end, and without saying a word, they turned around and fled on their wargs.

No matter how reckless they were, 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 would have to use crossbows, catapults, and giants.

boom!

A ball of dark red flames spurted out.

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

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

The captain was shocked and rushed to the front.

He only heard miserable roars coming from behind him one after another. When he looked back inadvertently, the road was filled with stiff black corpses and life-threatening flames rushing towards 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 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 the hole. It was far away and the skeleton fire could not shoot through.

He must have gone back to inform Sauron.

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

Because he longed for the demon army to advance towards him with tens of thousands of soldiers.

…

Although Chu Xin was isolated 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, 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 a 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.

Things that even ordinary people know about are naturally known to many powerful forces, 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, Hehe River State and Gushan State immediately filled up their 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, the king of the river valley, Ironfoot Dyne, the king of the Lonely Mountain, and Thranduil, the elf king.

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, light golden hair, a beautiful face but not effeminate, a tall and slender body, and the aristocratic temperament of an Elf King in every move he makes.

As a king, Thranduil's whole body was filled with nobility, and his brows were as cold as a cold blade. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell 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. In 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," Thranduil said calmly. "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 are traces of claws drawn by them. Huge cutout, it should have been perched on it.”

"Orcs? Did Smaug kill those dirty and ugly orcs?" Dyne Ironfoot asked in confusion, "Wait, fire? Are you sure Smaug, who doesn't even have a brain, can spit it out?"

Thranduil had a 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. "

Seeing Iron-footed Dain whining, Brand quickly asked Thranduil, "What's next?"

Thranduil 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 human countries such as Gondor and Rohan 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 into the West for thousands of years, not to mention the destruction of Rovanian a long time ago. , it is now threatening the safety of the Western Continent.

Thranduil was silent for a moment and then said calmly, "Since Smaug has disappeared, let's leave this matter as it is. I don't want to get involved in troubles that have nothing to do with me."

The other two people looked at each other helplessly. They knew very well what kind of temperament the Elf King was. He was just an old forest otaku who liked drinking red wine!

Although he has an arrogant personality and good fighting prowess, he prefers to live a leisurely life hiding in the dense forest.

"I think we should tell Gandalf about this. He is a magical wizard and knows more than us." Dyne shrugged and jumped out of the chair.

"Gandalf the Grey, I guess he already knows." After saying this, Thranduil stood up and left. The latest batch of red wine from Dovinion arrived. He heard that the quality was excellent, and he couldn't wait to open it himself. box.

The masters were gone, and Brand couldn't stay any longer, so they returned to their respective territories, expanded the scope of the patrol team, and stationed soldiers on each mountain peak so that they could light Chu Xin as soon as possible after detecting it. war.

In fact, not everyone is as Buddhist as Thranduil.

After Smaug was resurrected, many small and unpopular forces could no longer sit still.

In their view, Smaug, who was resurrected from the dead, must be extremely fragile. Even if he is still powerful, he is definitely much weaker than before.

Without the armor-like scales, it is unable to resist the steel blade.

Without the thick wing membrane, it cannot fly sustainably and flexibly.

Without the heart, muscles and other tissues, sufficient physical fitness and strength cannot be guaranteed.

Without the extremely destructive tail hammer, it will not be able to destroy everything as before.

It's just a skeletal body. If you set up a trap, it can be easily smashed with a huge boulder~

In a word, Smaug was weakened by an epic level!

Moreover, since Bard killed Smaug, the terrible status of dragons in human hearts has quietly declined.

Others can do it, why can’t I do it?

There is an old saying that goes well: When a god has a blood bar on his head, then I will kill him for you to see. At this moment, the god is no longer a god, but an experience value.

Due to this kind of confusion and luck, many people have lost their awe of the dragon.

Especially bounty hunters and mercenaries who lick blood from the tip of their swords. These unruly guys are only interested in profit, not to mention that they have never seen a living dragon with their own eyes, so they don't know its might.

Crusade groups sprung up one after another, and everyone dreamed of becoming the second Dragon Slayer Bard, being admired by the world, praised by bards, and having his name recorded in history and passed down through the ages.

This kind of temptation is deeper into the bone marrow than pure money and power. It is not fierce, but it will erode people's hearts little by little.

Unknowingly, Chu Xin, who just got out of bed, became the target of public criticism!

However, no one knows whether Sauron contributed to this.

…

call!

A horrifying skeletal creature passed by in the endless blue sky, disturbing the flock of birds that were flying smoothly, and they immediately scattered in all directions.

Chu Xin has crossed the Rovanian Wilderness and officially arrived at the western edge of Loen. Down to the north is the Loen Inland Sea, and to the east of the inland sea is Dovinion, which is rich in red wine.

He killed Sauron's messenger, which undoubtedly angered Sauron.

Therefore, along the way, there will always be Oaks appearing in the barren wasteland overgrown with weeds, protruding their heads from countless burrows like gophers, tracking Chu Xin in the intricate burrows.

Chu Xin knew that Sauron had not been able to regain his strength since his defeat in the Second Era. According to the timeline, he was currently transformed into a huge demonic eye with an entity in Mordor, but the entity could not be free. Action, so he urgently needs the power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings to return him to the peak of his combat power and regain the supreme authority.

As for Chu Xin, he now wants to find a suitable training ground for novices to increase his proficiency first. He will not go to the western part of the country for the time being, and let go of Mordor where the orcs are entrenched.

Boom boom boom!

Just as Chu Xin was shuttled over a canyon, irregular boulders rose up from the chaos and flew in front of him predictably.

Woohoo!

Chu Xin closed his wings and twisted his body in a spiral, bursting out at extreme speed and passing through the flying boulders.

He looked down and saw hundreds of armored humans.

Lun barbarians, Dongyi people.