Tangled Thorin

Everyone walked past the dead spiders with inexplicable awe in their eyes.

The dwarves were even more so, looking at Carl with a little fear in their eyes. Carl, this guy, burned as soon as he said it, without blinking his eyes, and directly let these spiders have their children and grandchildren, which is really cruel and ruthless.

At this moment, looking at the dead spiders all over the ground, the dwarves rarely felt compassion for them.

Meeting Carl, these spiders must have been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Gulu still had an excited smile on his face, it was the most joyful and happiest throw just now.

Seeing the fireworks burning, it feels warm in the heart.

Especially when the spiders who tried to stop its master's progress were all dead.

After crossing the territory of the giant spider, everyone walked along the dense forest for half a day, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

Of course, this does not mean that they have walked out of the Mirk Forest, but that there is a road in front of them.

A road opened in the dark and dense forest, stretching as far as the eye can see, leading to the far horizon.

"This is the old forest road!" Sorin suddenly said, his eyes full of emotion.

The road in front of them, this almost straight road that runs through the dark forest, is the avenue that their ancestors, the dwarves of Turin, spent countless manpower and material resources to reclaim.

This is the avenue built by the dwarves in order to add the kingdom of the Lonely Mountain and the Blue Mountains, but now it looks a bit barren, and grass and trees have begun to grow on the road.

Karl glanced at the endless road, but couldn't help admiring. The dwarves are worthy of being civil engineers, and they are really capable of digging.

They can dig such a flat road in such a complicated dark forest. .

You know, there are no bulldozers or excavators here, just relying on hands and manpower to dig through thousands of miles in the dark forest.

How can such a huge project make people feel admiration for the creator? After feeling grateful, everyone continued on the road. After walking for three days, new obstacles appeared in front of them.

"Master, there are elves entrenched in front, over there is their territory." Gulu looked around vigilantly.

This place is already a little far away from the dark place. He didn't like to come here before, so he still has a little fear of this place now.

The elves are not soft on dark creatures, and it is only natural that they are afraid of them.

Hearing this, Karl cast a glance at Thorin.

Thorin certainly knew what Karl meant. He had always had a deep prejudice against elves, and it was only natural for Karl to be worried.

"As long as it's not that guy's territory, then I won't cause trouble."

Now they want to go to Lonely Mountain, this is the place they must pass through, so no matter what, they have to face the elves.

However,

half a day later...

"Huhuhu~" The crowd ran wildly, running forward continuously.

"Sorin, didn't you say you won't cause trouble?" Karl glanced at the elves who were chasing after him, but he was a little speechless.

Sorin's words are really not convincing at all. Just now, when he had an audience with the elf lord here, the so-called king of the woodland Thrandil, he turned his face on the spot.

Carl was dumbfounded.

but.

After he knew that the king here was Thranduil, he also instantly understood the grievances that had occurred between the two.

Back then, when the dwarves sent troops to recover Moria, they were ambushed by Azog's Orc army on the way, and the situation was critical.And those elf troops led by Thranduil passed by, but they just watched with cold eyes, without any intention of helping them.

In the end, Sorin's grandfather Thorne was killed, and his father Thrain also lost his whereabouts.

All this made Thorin hate the King of the Woodlands, Thranduil.

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Karl also didn't expect that Sorin, who has experienced so much along the way, is still brooding about it, and he can't even bear it for a while and pass it in vain.

Karl looked at Thorin who was gnashing his teeth and his eyes were on fire,but he was speechless in his heart.

It is his will whether he makes a move or not. After all, the elf king Thranduil owes you nothing, so you are really wronging him by taking your anger out on him for such an inexplicable reason.

Karl wanted to say something, but seeing Thorin's look of wanting to eat Thranduil, he finally closed his mouth.

Although Sorin sometimes acted bravely, but sometimes he was really stubborn and unreasonable.

Carl didn't think words alone would get him out of the horns.

Of course, he absolutely sympathized with Sorin's experience

After all, the good Duling tribe was slaughtered to almost extinction. As the king and lord of the tribe, Sorin must have suffered a lot in his heart.

"Whoosh!" Just as he was thinking, arrows came from behind him, shooting towards Karl and the others.

With a few neat flower knives, Karl directly chopped off the incoming sharp arrow.

Looking back, he found a handsome elf constantly jumping in the forest, holding a longbow in his hand, and kept shooting at them.

"This elf is so handsome?" Karl frowned slightly, looking at the elves chasing them behind him.

The speed of the dwarves' escape was not slow, but it was really surprising that there were elves behind them who could catch up with them.

Under the tempering brought by Azog, escaping Yanran has become one of the skills that the dwarves are proficient in.

Looking at the chasing elf behind him, Karl thought about it.

"Handsome and powerful, could it be that he is Thranduil's son? That Legolas?" Carl guessed in his heart.

Apart from the elf prince Legolas, Karl couldn't think of anyone else in the Woodland Kingdom with such strength and skill.