"Finally win..." Bud let go of the dwarf wind crossbow that he was holding tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength. He sat in the lookout pavilion, looking at the night sky and the shining Ellandir Star, and felt that it seemed particularly bright today.

He originally wanted to thank the crow who reminded him, but in a blink of an eye the crow had no idea where he went.

"They are allies of the Eribo Dwarves, and now they should go back and meet with Thorin and the others." Ronan climbed up from the town hall.

Bard was excited to stand up, but Ronan waved his hand to stop him.

"No need, I don't care much about these things. Besides, we just experienced a big battle today and everyone is very tired."

"But I don't know how to repay you..."

"Don't worry, I'm very satisfied. Just give me Smaug's body."

"That's it... I have no objection." Then Bud stood up as if he had remembered something. The fire in Changhu Town had almost burned the entire town into a dark puddle.

"Is there anyone alive? Go and inform the tribesmen in the woods of Junlin Bay, we won! We did it!"

A soldier on standby under the town hall responded respectfully: "Sir, our people have gone."

"Very good, then have you counted our casualties?"

"Sir, we participated in the war in total, twenty people died, sixty-three people were missing, fifteen people seriously injured, twenty-one people slightly injured, and only twelve people who were lucky enough to be uninjured like me."

"Very good, very good...better than I thought..." Bud was silent for a while, and then asked, "Are all the seriously injured being treated? What about the mildly injured? How many people are there with the ability to move?"

"The seriously injured are very serious, and we can only barely stop the bleeding. A large part of the minor injured have recovered their ability to move, so we now have twenty people on standby at any time..."

...

Bard just did statistics and coordinated with difficulty.

Those who died must have found the bodies, and the consequences of those missing are hard to say, but Changhu Town is full of water, so it seems that it would not be too heavy, but the fire is too big, so I have to give up looking for it.

Luo Nan also came to help, saying that he could help heal some injuries, greatly reducing the pressure on everyone in Changhu Town.

Then everyone began to send the wounded person who was unable to move to the shore. Because the plank road had been burned, Ronan could only act as the True Lord of the Ice Crossing the Sea for one time, and it could be said that he sent everyone to the shore.

By the way, he also took Smaug's dragon corpse into his own small world.

They spent the night here in the open air, but fortunately, Junlin Bay was close to the edge of the Woodland Kingdom, and there were no wild beasts and orcs, so they did not encounter any accidents.

The sight returned to the lonely mountain...

"Master Ronan has been chasing Smaug for a long time... He won't have anything to do, right?" Bilbo was very worried when he looked at the fire spreading in Changhu Town.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't woken up the evil dragon with clumsy skills, I would..."

Bilbo blamed himself very much. Everyone went on a quest to Gushan, but he was the only one who lost the chain and caused such great damage. If the people of Changhu Town knew about it, they would probably hate him so much that they hated him.

"No, Master Baggins, you did a great job." Thorin said, from when, his face was filled with sneer, and when he looked towards Changhu Town, his face was filled with indifference.

"Let's go, Filey, Chili, keep looking for the Arkanite. If you can't find it tonight, no one of us can sleep!"

Bahrain glanced at Thorin, sighed, walked over and patted Bilbo on the shoulder, and then walked into Ariebo.

Taurel couldn't understand this situation, but Legolas was very clear. He comforted Bilbo and said, "It's okay, as I said, as long as the dwarf insists on regaining Lone Mountain, then Smaug's awakening is almost inevitable. You should be ashamed of."

Then he looked at Solin and shouted, "We are not yours, so we can leave, right?"

Thorin turned around and smiled, "You can do whatever you want, as long as you elves never set foot on the land of Erebo, I will be satisfied."

As soon as these words were spoken, Taurel, Legolas and Bilbo all rolled their eyes.

Tauril looked at Bilbo and asked, "Are you staying here or with us?"

Bilbo hesitated.

But Thorin disagreed with Bilbo's belly action, saying: "Master Baggins, please keep your position in mind."

Bilbo looked at the elves, then looked at Thorin, and finally followed the dwarves.

The two elves shook their heads, then turned their heads and headed south, found the boat they came, and then went downstream to Changhu.

the next day……

When Ronan woke up from his dream, he saw the elves everywhere in the mountains and the elves troops of the Woodland Kingdom arrived.

"Master Ronan, your achievements are indeed impressive!" The elf king Thrandui did not hesitate to praise him, "The dragon dancer Ronan is very loud."

"Where is there, we still have a dragon slayer here, and this name is even more resounding."

Bud shook his head aside, "I, the dragon slayer, almost picked it up, and I can't take it seriously."

Serandui smiled and said, "Whether it is fate or ability, these achievements will spread throughout the Middle Earth, just like the dragon-slaying warrior Torin, who I had the honor of seeing when I was young.

Moreover, the flying dragons are different from those in the Northern Wasteland. They are even more powerful. Of course, even Vera's army won after a difficult battle..."

The more Thrallard said, the more excited he became, because it reminded him of his youth, when he was a child, living with his father in Minnigos, Dorias. Now that time has passed, it has become like this.

Looking at Bud, who looked a little confused, Thranduyi then remembered that for humans, his childhood was almost a myth, and no one knew anything better.

"Forget it, you don't need to know too much about these things. They are all old stories from the past."

Bard replied embarrassedly: "The stories of the past always contain the wisdom and lessons of the ancients, but it's a pity that we no longer remember these."

"Don't care, Middle-earth world belongs to you humans after all..."

"What's the meaning?"

Bard was a little confused, but Ronan knew very well that with a series of turmoil, the elves' power in Middle-earth was declining. Although the elves tried to save them, each struggle inevitably further weakened the elves.

And the weak allies of the elf, their brothers and sisters, Iluvita's second child, and humans, have become the protagonists of Middle-earth.

The elves will soon usher in the end of Mandus's judgment. At that time, almost all the elves in Middle-earth continent will cross west by boat and completely give in to the Middle-earth continent. The Thrandouyi in front of him will be the king of the last elves kingdom of Middle-earth.

"Ha, I always talk more nonsense at this time, really." Seranduyi shook his head. Humans only have a hundred years of life. What can they do if they tell them? So soon their descendants will forget them again.

"By the way, how do you plan to resettle the residents of Changhu Town? I seem to have seen your town, which has now completely turned into ruins."

Bard replied: "Master Ronan and I have discussed it. Although it is safe here, it is soon winter and there is no time to develop. Therefore, we decided to lead people north to the ruins of the River Valley City.

There are city walls there, and the houses are all made of stone bricks, which can be used and are easier to repair. Just collect some firewood on the valley plains and you can survive the winter.

But the problem is that we still need supplies, a lot of supplies.”

"Well, how many days can the food you bring yourself last?"

"We brought it ourselves, and if we fish, we can last for a week at most..."

The Elf King nodded and comforted: "Don't worry, if you need supplies, our Woodland Kingdom is willing to help you, but I have a condition."

"You said." Bud didn't hesitate at all. Even if the Elf King gave a fire pit, he was very happy, because they were indeed at the end of their lives.

“Help me get back the King’s Jewelry…”

Bad and Ronan were puzzled, so the Elf King slowly told his past story, "It was a long time ago, roughly when the Second Age first started..."

At that time, Thrandouyi was just a Cinda elf nobleman. Their homeland Dorias was invaded by dwarves and then destroyed the country. After three years of restoration from the prince Dior, Dorias once again ushered in his own devastation.

This time the invaders were their relatives, the Nordo elves. They killed the Sindah elves because of the elves of diamonds, and even killed their king Dior, chasing the princess Elwen, and then once again created a tragedy of the same tribe at the mouth of the Sirien River. Elwen stayed away from Middle-earth from then on.

Dorias completely destroyed the country in this war, and the Sindha elves were displaced. They swore that because of the loss of the king and the destruction of the country, they would never accept any kindness of the elves in their lives.

The young man of Thrandoy spent such hatred, and his only comfort at this time was his lover who had been along the way, and Legolas's mother.

He vowed to give her the best love like Eyarrendil, so he imitated Ziggramir's necklace to create a jewelry as their token of love (Ziggramir is a peerless treasure created by the Blue Mountain dwarf for a king of the Nodo Elf, made of gold and covered with gems from Verinor).

Later, they refused all the help of Lord Nodo and migrated east under Orifel's leadership. They wanted to return to the peaceful and simple life before the Sun Age, so they crossed the Blue Mountains, so they crossed the Mist Mountains, and finally stopped in a large forest.

Here, they met the tribesmen who had been separated during the Great Migration and led them to establish this woodland kingdom together.

However, the good times did not last long. The wood elves who were unwilling to participate in external things were once again involved in disputes. This time, they were the second generation of Demon King and the Demon Lord Sauron.

Because he deliberately returned to his original state of life, because he was connected to the dwarves and the Nodo elves, the wood elves suffered heavy losses in the battle of all races to fight against Soren, King Orefer died in battle, and Thrando's wife died in battle.

In the end, Thrandoyi brought back only one-third of the wood elves army and returned to the depths of the empty dense forest, licking his wounds.

Under the leadership of Thrandoy, the wood elves began to trade with the surrounding areas again, and the woodland kingdom began to flourish again. So at this time he remembered the treasure he had made for his wife again. Now they were finally getting rich again, so he wanted to devote all his financial resources to the necklace to rebuild it into a jewelry no less than Ziggramir.

However, only dwarves who inherited the skills of Aoli forging were available, so he handed over the task to the dwarves of the Eribo Kingdom in the Lone Mountains to complete. However, after the completion, the dwarves resurrected their old ways and refused to return the jewelry. From then on, the Woodland Kingdom and Thranduyi completely lost trust in the dwarves.

"This is my story, and all I ask for is just to get back what belongs to me." Serandouy murmured as he looked at the fire in the Lone Mountains.
Chapter completed!