"His Highness Roland, hello!" Seeing Roland riding towards him, Thorin offered his respect.
"Well, I'm here to collect our reward." Roland said coldly while sitting on horseback. After all, the sacrifice of the Rush Infantrymen made Roland's tone not particularly friendly.
Looking at Roland, who was covered in black blood scabs, Thorin opened his mouth to say something, but gave up when he saw the knights and archers coming behind him.
"Of course, you deserve this reward. The wealth in Erebor will be at your disposal." Thorin bowed to Roland. He was still the simple and kind dwarf prince.
"I'm sorry for causing so many casualties to your men..." Looking at Roland's bloodshot eyes, Thorin decisively shut up.
"Then please allow us to clean up the battlefield..." Thorin looked at the mess in front of the city of Erebor, where elves, dwarves and orcs were killed and wounded. At this time, teams of Ironfoot soldiers were splitting up into small groups and searching for living dwarves and elves among the broken limbs on the ground, and by the way, they were finishing off the half-dead orcs.
At this moment, Thranduil and Bard of the settled River Valley also led their troops to the foot of Erebor.
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"King Roland! Thank you for your help in times of crisis. The elves will remember your kindness." The dusty Thranduil bowed slightly. Roland's army joining the battle really relieved the pressure on Thranduil and Bard. Kaslo successfully helped stabilize the situation in Valley City.
"I'm glad you can come to support me!" Bard's eyes were red with emotion. Originally, because of the weak melee ability of the elven archers, Bard suffered a lot in the street fighting to defend the Valley City. However, with the help of the dragon knights of Roland's family, they successfully widened the distance between themselves and the orcs, allowing the elven archers to display their due strength.
"What? Do you still want to have a big battle on Lonely Mountain?" Roland raised the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand and pointed at the sparse soldiers behind the two men.
"No, we just want to get back the wealth that the King of the Mountain promised us to rebuild our homes." Bud said calmly.
"We simply wish to obtain the White Stone." Thranduil looked at Thorin Oakenshield.
"Thorin..." Roland called out.
"Well... of course, this is what you deserve." Thorin looked at the sparse remnants of the defeated army behind the two of them, then looked at the dwarves searching and rescuing on the battlefield and sighed.
"Everyone come to Erebor. We will hold a party tonight to celebrate the recapture of Lonely Mountain." Thorin invited everyone.
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"Hey! Master Baggins! Thank God you are still alive!" Roland saw Bilbur doing nothing. This kind hobbit always brought joy to everyone.
"Mr. Roland? Nice to see you again. I thought you were already in front of Rivendell..." Bilber spoke incoherently.
"Don't worry. The knights of Raglan are extremely strong! The orcs can't defeat us!" Roland said firmly.
"So what are you going to do next?" Bilber asked, looking up.
"Oh, I see! I plan to build a small town at the mouth of Long Lake. You're welcome to visit me then." Roland said to Bilber with a smile.
"By the way, take me in to have a look. I haven't been to the dwarf city yet." Roland glanced at Thorinbud and others who were negotiating, then turned to Bilber and said, he had no intention of getting involved in the dispute between dwarves, elves and humans.
As soon as he entered Erebor, Roland felt the trembling of the Dragon Slayer Sword. The last time he felt this way was during the War of Smaug. However, since this place was once occupied by Smaug, it was understandable that the breath of dragon was left here.
"Something's wrong!" Compared to Roland who was slightly surprised, Caslo's reaction was more intense. He looked solemnly at the huge dwarf hall, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand.
"Something is wrong. An evil curse is entrenched here, the dragon's greed has become material, and the shadow of death is looming here..." Temple Guardian Priest Ivy looked disgusted at this moment, frowning and looking around. It was obvious that she didn't like this place.
"Hey! Friend! What's wrong?" Dain asked in confusion when he saw Roland and his group stopped at the door.
"Well, my subordinates may not like the atmosphere here..." Roland spread his hands and explained.
"Master, please get out of here!" Suddenly, Caslo grabbed Roland and tried to drag him out.
"Damn? What happened?" Roland's face was full of question marks. Do you have a lot of friends?
"Enough! Kaslo!" Renault stopped Kaslo's rude behavior.
"I'm sorry, sir. The curse here has a great impact on those in higher positions..." Caslo apologized for his rude behavior just now.
"Curse? What's going on?" Roland had a face full of question marks.
"You silly kid... The king is a paladin! Have you ever seen a paladin who is afraid of curses?" Renault felt that Kaslo had brought shame upon himself in Lagrande City.
"..."Caslo was petrified.
"Alas, my lord, it's like this. The evil dragon that once stayed here cast a curse on the wealth here..." Ivy couldn't bear it anymore and began to explain.
"It makes people greedy!" Gandalf appeared at the door.
"Hello, Wizard Gandalf!" Roland bowed his head in greeting. After all, he still had to give the old man some face.
"Then Mr. Gandalf, do you have any ideas?" Thorin and Bard Thranduil and their group walked in.
"This requires purification with magic, but you are lucky, Thorin! There are three people in front of you who can successfully purify the curse here." Gandalf took out his pipe and said calmly.
"It's four! Mr. Gray-robed Wizard! And you." Ivy said suddenly.
"Uh..." The smile froze on Gandalf's face.
Roland glanced at Gandalf curiously, and suddenly felt like laughing. Had he been caught slacking off? He had no idea who had started the expedition to the Lonely Mountain. It was his own fault, so he was supposed to slip away. How could he possibly slip away?
"Could you please help us remove the curse here? We are willing to pay you." Thorin looked at them.
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"Oh my god!" Roland was stunned by the scene before him. What did "a mountain of gold" mean? What did "having a mine at home" mean? Roland felt that the scenes of Iluber depicted in movies were far from the wealth of the real Iluber. What came into view were dozens of golden hills tens of meters high, scattered with magnificent gems...
"Gudong!" Caslo swallowed quietly.
Roland's lips shed tears. It was so shocking! No wonder the orcs wanted Lonely Mountain! Roland wondered if it was too late to gather his forces and take it. Waiting online! Urgent!
"Let's start..." Ivy came back to her senses and quietly wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
"Purification!" Four balls of soft white light illuminated the entire dwarf vault. Ivy's evolutionary light had the widest range, but Roland and Raynor's purification had the best effect. The divine attribute had a terrifying effect on the enhancement of dispel-type skills, and Gandalf's purification... was better than nothing. After all, you couldn't expect a wizard who played prophecies and curses to be proficient in the divine art of purification.
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"Okay!" Ivy said in a soft voice after wiping the sweat from her head.
"Thank you! My friends!" Thorin said excitedly to everyone.
"My friend, the wealth here is at your disposal! As long as you can take it away, you can take as much as you can!" Thorin knew that Roland had large-scale space storage equipment, so he said generously.
"Really?" Roland was extremely surprised.
"Really! Our friendship is truer than gold!" Thorin patted his chest.
"Then I won't be polite?" Roland asked tentatively.
"Take it! These are the rewards you deserve!" Thorin was extremely generous.
At Thorin's instigation, Roland reluctantly walked down and activated the magic ring system in his hand. Immediately, a large amount of gold coins were converted into wealth points by the system. 1, 2... 10,000... As the wealth points continued to jump, the golden mountains continued to collapse and disappear...
At this moment, Thorin on the stairs had his eyes wide open, completely unable to believe what he saw. Is this a money disappearing spell?
Finally, when Roland's wealth reached one million, he decisively stopped converting gold coins. Nearly one-seventh of the vault had been cleared out by Roland. Where the "gold mountain" had once stood, there were now only gems scattered on the ground...
"Oh! My God! Has Erebor been robbed?" Dain came to look for Thorin, but saw the area where the vault disappeared.
"No! No..." Thorin said blankly.
"Um, Thorin, are you okay..." Roland looked at Thorin with concern, afraid that he would die from suffocation.
"It's okay! I will keep my promise. Everything I can take away is yours." Thorin showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"The dinner is about to begin, and you're still needed to host it! Your Highness Roland, do you want to celebrate with us?" After Dain finished speaking to Thorin, he turned around and asked Roland if he wanted to celebrate with them.
"Of course! I really want to feel the hospitality of the dwarves!" Roland agreed with a smile.
Only Thorin was dragged away by Dain like a lost soul.
