Chapter 63 The power of the dragon's roar resounds through the lonely mountain

With the explosion and the angry dragon roar, the faces of the dwarves standing outside the hall also changed.

Smaug, woke up?

Have Carl and Bilbo been exposed?

"Go, go and help." The dwarves hurriedly stepped forward.

In the hall, the two figures squatted down and jumped up and down, and the fireworks that sprayed from behind swept over their heads and around them, but they looked very embarrassed.

Carl "What shall we do, am I going to be burned to death?" Bilbo cried while taking advantage of the interval.

"Don't be discouraged, there's still a fight!" Carl said, looking at Smaug behind him.

Although Smaug is extremely powerful, he is not without weaknesses.

Hundreds of years ago, there was a person in River Valley Town who used a wind crossbow to shoot through its scales, and the broken position, the only weak spot, was--there!

Carl stared at a black spot on Smaug's chest, which should have been covered with solid scales, but, at this moment, it was sunken.

Bilbo said bitterly: "Fight? How to fight, Carl, it's good that we can get out alive today."

Although Carl felt a little helpless about Bilbo's pessimistic attitude, he could understand it.

The pressure on Smaug was indeed too great, and his body as heavy as a mountain made people unable to resist at all.

Just as he was about to comfort Bilbo, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Thorin.

"Come here!" Thorin quickly waved at Carl and yelled. There was a small door there.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two hurriedly rushed over. The figure had just stepped through the stone gate, and the flames that were as high as a thousand degrees were rushing towards them.

The dwarves hurriedly tried their best to close the door against it.

"Boom!" The door trembled, obviously Smaug was hitting.

However, this door was specially designed for the dwarves, and with Smaug's size, it was obviously impossible to break through.

"Don't run! Don't try to run! Damn humans! Shout!" Smaug was furious; he couldn't bear to be deceived like this.

A weak human being almost killed it in the most despicable way; this is a provocation and trampling on its majesty in history.

"Boom!" Smaug turned away, hitting another weak wall.

It wants to capture that human being, that human being who has always been respectful to it, and then, with its claws and fireworks, slowly torment him, let him die in pain, and let him accept repentance in death.

The underground city that had been silent for a long time suddenly became lively.

An evil dragon, a huge demon dragon, is constantly spraying fireworks around, constantly hitting everything around it, like a mad bull, like an out-of-control irritable factor, always on the verge of boiling, touching it. both fried.

I don't know how long it took, and a large area of the surrounding buildings turned into ruins, and the scene from many years ago seemed to be re-enacted, but Smaug didn't catch the guy he wanted to kill.

"Proud.

"Kick!"

There was a dull sound of footsteps in the darkness.

"Where are you? Don't hide, I see you!" Smaug walked through the hall lined with stone pillars, shaking his head constantly, looking around, his mouth made a low voice.

"You can't escape, come out!"

The surroundings were still silent.

"Are you here?" Smaug suddenly and quickly put his head behind a stone pillar, but there was no one behind.

It didn't disappoint because he could feel that there were people around!

What darn rats are hiding nearby!

The joke of cat and mouse suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

It wants to let them experience the fear, the fear before the mouse is killed by the cat.

"Here!"

"Still here?"

Smaug kept looking at each stone pillar, and the footsteps became more and more clear.

Carl, Thorin, Bilbo, and the dwarves, listening to the approaching footsteps, looked at each other.

They knew that if they didn't do something (quickly), it's game over.

Thorin frowned, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he spoke his mind.

Instead, he planned to use the dragon's fireworks to ignite the dwarves' boiler, and then lure the dragon to the casting pool and pour molten iron on it.

"No!" Carl shook his head directly.

What a joke, what kind of existence is Smaug? That is the dragon of fire, the existence of the strongest flame in the world that cannot be burned to death. Thorin actually wanted to use golden water to cause damage to it?

Thinking that in the original timeline, Smaug, whose head was covered in water, finally flew out unharmed, Carl immediately interrupted this practice.

"Then what should we do? We can't wait to die!"

"Is there a powerful crossbow in the city under the mountain?" Carl asked suddenly.

He remembered that the so-called black arrows seemed to be forged by the dwarves.

"Yes, but in the weapons room, if you want to go there, you must pass through the hall, but the way is blocked by the dragon," Thorin said.

"Damn, there's no way, I'm going to lure the dragon away, you guys take the opportunity to find it, and then find a chance to (attack) him!" Carl said.

"Okay!" There was no objection from the crowd.

Now they had to do it or die, so no matter what, they had to find a way to lure Smaug away, and Carl was the strongest and the most reliable.

Here?

"Is it still here?" Smaug was still walking, but there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because it had smelled the stench belonging to the dwarves, the disgusting and familiar smell, just behind the stone pillar.

Which damn rats, including that damn human, are there?

Just as I was thinking, behind the stone pillar, a figure suddenly jumped out:

"Where is your horse, Seth!"

Carl said, and he stretched out his hand and threw the prepared bomb directly at Smaug.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded on Smaug's body, and Smaug seemed to be taken aback when he smelled the innocuous smell of fireworks.

Then, he was furious.

This human being, in the face of it, dares to be so provocative? He should accept it with trembling anger, but how dare he do this?

"Hoo hoo hoo~

The hoarse roar continued to resound throughout the entire underground city, and even spread beyond the Lonely Mountain, to the air, and to the Long Lake.

The inexplicable power spread, and at this moment, everyone around Gushan raised their heads and looked towards this side.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, what a terrible roar."

"It came from the direction of Lonely Mountain."

The residents of Changhu Town were talking a lot, and a figure also looked in the direction of Gushan.

"You guys, you really dare to anger Smaug, damn it!" Bud scolded in a low voice, as he said, his eyes couldn't help but look away to an arrow hanging on the beam.

That is the arrow made by the dwarves - the black arrow!