"This damn elf, wandering wizard, when did you promise to give him treasure?"

"I don't believe it! The elf doesn't tell the truth!"

"He locked us in the prison of the Woodland Kingdom. We finally escaped and tried our best to kill Smaug. Now he is better, bring the army and ask for treasures! Stephen... Why don't you rob me if you don't rob me!"

"I think...is probably that's it."

Anyang listened to the dwarves' discussions coming from behind, and his expression was also very exciting. When he looked directly at Thrandir's face with a calm expression, he said: "King Thrandir, we need to discuss it."

"Discussion?" Thrandil narrowed his eyes, turned around and looked around, then turned around to look at him.

Following his gaze, Anyang saw the neatly arranged army behind him. Just from the appearance and orders of this army, he could see that the combat effectiveness of this army was absolutely extraordinary, and at the same time, he could easily feel the threat contained in Thrandir's calm gaze.

Yes, he is the king of the Woodland Kingdom and the only king in Middle-earth world who is the king, brings such an army to a castle guarded by only a dozen dwarves. Even if he comes to rob it, what's wrong?

Even though Anyang has always had a good temper, he couldn't help but feel a little angry at this time.

But he also knew that his strength was very different from the army led by Thrandir, not to mention that Thorin did not block the gate as in the plot. If Thrandir wanted to enter the castle, they had no way to stop such an army unless he used up the items he had prepared in advance.

What's more, he also needs to use Thrandir's army, otherwise the Iron Foot Legion alone will not be enough to stop the orc's military advance.

So Anyang sighed and thought that he was still not used to communicating with people with such a low identity posture, but he forced himself to adjust and said to Thrandir: "King Thrandir, I think the promise I promised you was that you let us go, and I promised that Thorin would return the wealth belonging to the forest elves. But the facts are obvious. You still locked us in a prison, and we escaped by our own abilities. Whether you sent someone to chase us or not, it is different from 'You let us go' after all, so don't confuse them."

"Oh?" Thrandil raised his head slightly, revealing his delicate and beautiful chin, which was so handsome that it was unremarkable.

"Although I have told you that no matter whether you let us go or not, there is always a wealth in this castle that the Fire Dragon plundered from the Woodland Kingdom. The dwarves are not interested in those white stones and do not want to occupy the wealth that belongs to others. They will definitely return these things to you." Anyang paused after saying that, paying attention to the movement behind him, and found that no one retorted loudly, and then continued, "But such words cannot be considered a promise, and you can see that now... I am not the one who decides."

"It's okay. If you don't recognize that, I have other things for you to recognize." Thrandil said lightly, pulling out the long sword from his waist, putting it in front of him to look carefully, occasionally looking at Anyang and the dwarfs behind him through the engraved snow-colored sword blade, "Think about it, wandering wizard, how should we solve this problem."

This attitude undoubtedly angered the dwarves behind, and Anyang heard a noise coming from behind.

"This damn girl, does he believe that we can't beat them?"

"We really can't beat them."

"I don't care! He is insulting us! He thinks we dwarves can no longer hold swords and fight? He thinks we dwarves have no army? I'm so angry! Who wants to go up with me to insult back?"

"I'll go! I'll spit his ancestors and race!"

"Can you guys be quiet?"

Anyang felt a little overwhelmed and took a deep breath before saying to Thrandil: "Do you give us some time? After all, you not only did not help us, but even imprisoned us. When we risked our lives to kill the Fire Dragon, you stood up to ask for wealth. I think they can't accept it in a short time. Of course, it's just a short time."

"How long will it take you? The Wizard."

"Five days."

"It's too long, five days is enough for my army to empty this castle." Thrandil said lightly, and glanced at the distance again, "Or, whose arrival are you waiting for? Iron-footed Dane? Do you really think that the rabble can stop my elves?"

"No, no." Anyang waved his hand quickly, "I have no intention of provoking a war, but because the evil dragon's rage before his death destroyed too many stone pillars in the hall, the place where the treasures were piled was almost destroyed. The evil dragon had been sleeping soundly in this place before we could count the treasures belonging to the elves."

"Oh? If so, I think my army can help you clean up soon." Thrandil said, "If you are worried that we will steal your treasures, then you can rest assured that my tribe is only interested in the gems of my tribe."

"..." Anyang sighed, "You know that the dwarves will not allow you to enter their castle, nor will you allow you to handle their treasures, so you can only wait, King Thrandir."

"How should I trust you?"

"There are countless rooms in the River Valley City. It is adjacent to Gushan. You can monitor the movements here at any time. If this is the case, five days are not long. Why don't you be more patient?" Anyang said to the elf king patiently, "In short, these dozen dwarves and the Iron Foot Legion of Iron Hill are not taken in your eyes at all, right?"

Thrandil did not answer, but glanced at him lightly, turned around and left on the deer, and said lightly: "I hope you are saying true, a wizard, otherwise you will not be able to bear the elves' anger."

"Well, there is a group of humans in the River Valley City. They are also waiting for the treasures of Gushan. You happen to have a companion." Anyang said, watching Thrandir's figure gradually drift away, making a boring thing, and turned around and walked back to the castle gate.

The impulsive Devaling immediately asked, "We really want to return the treasure to them? They didn't do anything at all!"

Bangbo echoed: "Yes, why didn't they ask for treasure from the Fire Dragon before?"

"These treasures were originally theirs, and they were seized by the Fire Dragon from them, not Irubo's." Bahrain had a relatively calm temper. He said, "Our original purpose was to steal the Arkansil. Now, not only did the Arkansil get it, but also recovered the Irubo in one fell swoop and got our treasures back. Why are you not satisfied? To be honest, those little white stones are not good-looking at all..."

"Yes, I don't think it looks good, I like Jin Cancan more! But I still feel a little unwilling to give them back the treasures like this. They almost let us stay in prison for the rest of our lives!"

Anyang only glanced at them and said, "Save some energy, everyone, the orcs have come here. The army of Iron Hills alone cannot stop them."

"Yes!" Bofo's eyes suddenly lit up. "It's still Mr. Ain's thinking far is equivalent to letting the woodland elves be our mercenaries once, and we pay them commissions. This is a great idea!"

"Mr. Ian is much more rational and considerate than us." Bahrain said with some reference, glancing at the dwarves.

Anyang sat down in the restaurant where the dwarf king had eaten in the castle, took a glass of ale that Qili had pushed over for many years, took a big sip, but was not drunk, saying, "We need to send a vigilant and a fast horse to investigate the traces of the orcs in the west and north, and come back to report immediately when we encounter the orcs."

"I'll go!" Qili said immediately.

"This is a dangerous job!" An Yang glanced at him, took another sip of ale, but said, "I think you can take charge, but I have to ask Thorin's opinion."

"Of course he can do it!" Thorin's figure appeared at the door and said, "But our horse was lost on the road, where do we need to get one!"

"Elf horses are always the best," said Anyang.

"I don't want to use an elf horse!"

"Is that so? But wasn't you very easy to use the Elf's sword before?" An Yang glanced at him, smiled, and then drank the ale in one sip. "I'll leave the things I deal with with them to me. I hope I can meet Tarrell or Legolas on the road, so that I can save some verbal talk."

Soon, Anyang brought his horse back and explained many things to Qili before he asked him to set off on his horse.

The next afternoon, Gandalf arrived at Gushan.

He was exhausted all the way, and Solin took him to the restaurant and prepared food and water for him.

"I'm glad to see you still awake. I was worried before that you would be addicted to the gold like your grandfather, but fortunately there wasn't." Gandalf broke a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. "But I saw a large army of elves in the Valley City in the Cape of Lookout. What's going on?"

Solin was a little ashamed when he heard the previous sentence, but when he heard the next sentence, his face turned cold again: "They are here to retrieve their treasures."

"Take back treasures? Bring so many troops?"

"They are afraid that we won't give it."

"Then why are they stationed in River Valley City now?"

"Because we promised to hand over the treasure to them in a few days." When it came to this, Thorin's eyes were still a little gloomy.

"King Thrandir is so easy to talk about?" Gandalf was a little surprised. "You have killed Smaug enough to surprise me, but this is not enough to make King Thrandir afraid, right? Or what agreement have you reached?"

"The wandering wizard said that the fire dragon smashed the pillars in the hall, and the stone fell down to cover up the treasure. It would take several days for us to clean it up before we could hand over the treasure to them."

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's fake."

"Fake it? If you don't want to hand over the treasures, why would you delay these days? Wait! You are waiting for the arrival of the Iron Hill army!" Gandalf stood up suddenly and stared at Thorin sitting next to him in disbelief. "I didn't expect that the descendants of the Turin bloodline would lie because they refused to hand over these treasures! I didn't expect that Ain would do something wrong for you!"

"You are wrong, Gandalf." Thorin sat still and said lightly, "We are waiting for the orc army."

"Hiss!" Gandalf opened his eyes wide and finally came to his senses for a long time. "I came to remind you of this. I didn't expect you to be prepared long ago, and I thought you didn't know. Now it seems that the wisdom of the wandering wizard is far beyond my imagination..."

Finally, he added: "So, is this your plan to plot against the woodland elves?"
Chapter completed!