Bard the Dragon Slayer

In the early morning, after last night's revelry, Thorin Oakenshield, King of the Dwarves, set off with his company amidst the cheers of the people of Lake-town. Kili was left behind due to injury, and Fili stayed to care for the wounded Kili. As for Bofur... the poor child missed the boat because he was drunk... The Dwarves' expedition to the Lonely Mountain was about to reach its final stop.

"We're approaching Lake-town, sir, what should we do?" Reno was unsure.

"We'll play it by ear!" Roland also had no idea.

"If they resist... then we'll annihilate the resisting forces!" Roland said with difficulty after some thought.

"As you wish, my King..." Reno was stunned for a moment, then spoke with relief. At this moment, they finally completely acknowledged Roland as their king, their Your Majesty, because Roland had finally become decisive and ruthless, earning the support of his people.

The morning mist saw off the dwarves and welcomed Roland. Taking advantage of the mist's cover, everyone quietly rowed their boats to the outskirts of the town.

"Go!" A cold light flashed in Caslo's eyes.

The gangplanks fell, and the agile Bannaria Archers leaped down. They abandoned their longbows, drew their longswords, and placed them on their arm shields, quickly occupying the nearby wooden buildings. At this moment, the nearby residents were still unaware of what was happening, and were even a little confused when swords were held to their necks.

"Who... who... are... are... you?" an old man asked tremblingly.

"Us? We are warriors from hell!" Reno, who had just dismounted his warhorse, replied with a smile upon hearing this.

"We will fight for the King!" Reno muttered to himself.

"Hurry! Disembark quickly!" Reno directed everyone to disembark quickly.

Finally, they disembarked before the town guards could react. Roland waved his hand and put the boats away, as they would be useful later. It would be a waste to throw them to Smaug as firewood.

"Find someone to lead the way, we're going to the town hall!" Roland was methodical. Knowing the plot, he knew that the mayor and his lackey, Alfred, were not good people. To take over Lake-town, it was necessary to deal with the mayor and his troublesome entourage.

"Ha!" Several Swift River Infantry formed a shield wall, surrounding the guards who had rushed over. Behind them, a few more Swift River Infantry placed their Anti-cavalry Pikes on the shields of those in front, their spearheads pointing towards the helpless guards.

Should I ask them if they are "moved"? They dared not move. These guards, holding their spears, didn't know where to put them. They could only frantically wave their spears around, but were constantly forced back by the Anti-cavalry Pikes.

"Clang!" Roland drew the Dragon-slaying Sword, a golden stream of light flowing along the blade. Roland gently flicked the blade, producing a pleasant crisp sound.

"So, gentlemen? Where is your mayor?" Roland asked with a devilish smile.

"Boom!" The shield wall heavily slammed onto the square in front of the mayor's hall, and the wooden planks beneath made sounds of breaking under the strain.

The guards who had rushed over were crowded in front of the mayor's door. Untested in battle, they frantically pointed their weapons at Roland and his group. Their trembling hands and shaking legs showed their panic.

After all, no one could remain calm under the aim of 200 arrows. Although the Knights' aim wasn't very good, they could at least shoot strong bows. If they couldn't even hit people, Roland could go back and break all their bows.

"So, do you want war or peace?" Roland asked carelessly, raising his sword.

"What do you want?" The mayor, led by Alfred, came out tremblingly, then put his hands on his hips and sternly demanded.

"How is your rule? Don't you have any idea?" Roland asked curiously. He was truly speechless at someone with such thick skin.

"I am the legal ruler of Lake-town, I am the mayor here, and outsiders have no right to interfere!" the mayor insisted, trying to hold his ground.

"Uh? Are you relying on these few warriors and novice warriors in front of you?" Roland looked at the few people closely protecting the mayor.

"Then are you willing to be buried with him?" Roland stepped over the human wall, pointing his sword at the panicked guards. These were just ordinary people clad in armor. Making things difficult for them would be a disgrace to the nobility.

"I'll give you a chance. If you lay down your weapons now, you can go home safely, otherwise..." Roland smiled. The Knights and Archers behind him unleashed brilliant Battle Qi. Among them, Roland and Caslo's Battle Qi flames were three feet high, while Reno's was even more terrifying, directly soaring to over four feet...

"Clang, clang~" A sound of weapons hitting the ground echoed.

"Knight... Captain..." Someone's hands and feet turned cold from fear.

"Boom~" The crowd immediately scattered like startled birds, everyone wishing they had more legs to run faster.

"Alright, now that there are no troublesome civilians, then my esteemed Mayor, I heard that under your rule, the people have been suffering from oppression, and I heard they want to make some changes. Do you still intend to suppress them?" Roland said with feigned surprise.

"No... No..." The mayor was at a loss.

"Yo! Isn't that Alfred? What's with your appearance? Stop shaking your legs." Roland said with a smile in his eyes.

"Forget it, forget it, kill them all, it's boring..." Looking at the trembling mayor and his group, Roland waved his hand dismissively, not putting up any pretense of resistance. He had expected them to resist a little.

"Boom!" A signature skill from a Paladin, Judgment of the Holy Sword, descended from the sky, directly creating several piles of charcoal and smashing through the wooden planks. The mangled remains of a few people fell into the water and disappeared...

"Good heavens, they even scattered the ashes?" Roland looked at Reno in astonishment. That move was truly impressive.

"Are you Bard?" Roland looked at the rugged-faced man in front of him.

"Yes, I don't know why you've traveled so far, sir?" Bard said, looking warily at Reno behind him.

"My name is Roland." Roland introduced himself.

"Bard the Sharpshooter! A descendant of Girion, the last King of Dale! I'm curious how you ended up as a fisherman and hunter?" Roland teased with a smile, looking at the two little girls, Tilda and Sigrid, cowering behind a pillar in fear.

"The glory of our ancestors is just fleeting smoke. We are living very happily now." Bard glanced back at his family.

"I just killed the mayor here and his cronies. Do you have any suggestions?" Roland asked tentatively.

"What about those ordinary guards?" Bard was clearly more concerned about the common people.

"As expected of a descendant of nobility, you are a qualified lord." Roland praised.

"No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary citizen now..." Bard waved his hand to stop him.

"But you will eventually be crowned king," Roland said to him meaningfully.

As for why Roland said this, it was because he had just looked at the situation here. To be honest, it was far from what he had imagined. The people looked gaunt, and the population was sparse. This didn't even include Smaug's winter fire or the persecution by the Orcs during the Battle of Five Armies... So Roland decided to decisively pass the buck to Bard, letting him become the King of Dale as in history. It was fine; Bard was a true man who valued loyalty, and having him as a neighbor would allow them to watch over and help each other. As for Roland himself, he felt that with the system, he could build a city and become a lord anywhere. What was the point of fixating on Lake-town? Smaug was going to raze it tonight, and Roland didn't think he could stop it outside Lake-town. Even Caslo and his Wyvern weren't enough. After all, the northern wind—though Smaug was just a Wyvern that breathed fire, his size and physical resistance were no different from a Great Dragon. How could he be so foolish as to go and fight it? It was better to leave it to Bard, the dragon slayer. He wouldn't get involved.

"Orcs!" the vigilant Bannaria Archers cried out, and then shot an arrow that sent the discovered Orc flying.

"Alert!" The town's alarms blared.

"An Elf?" Caslo exclaimed in surprise, seeing Legolas fighting with the Orcs.

"Oh! Fili! Kili!" Hearing the commotion, Roland immediately remembered the Orc night raid and rushed to Bard's house. However, because Bard wasn't imprisoned... Alas, it was too tragic. Just thinking about the Orc warriors facing King Bard and Tauriel... their miserable state would make even a capitalist heartbroken for a long time.

"Uh, you guys are okay? Hi, it's great to see you dwarf buddies again!" Roland greeted everyone with a smile.

"By the way, Bard, you need to pack up. We can't stay here..." Roland, having just finished looting, finally remembered that Smaug was coming to give them a "warm welcome" tonight.

"The Dwarves have entered the Lonely Mountain! The consequences... you understand!" Roland pulled Bard out of the house and said after a moment of thought.

"I need you to lead the people to evacuate Lake-town and head to Dale under the Lonely Mountain... Otherwise, Smaug will turn them into candles! You know very well that the evil dragon is about to awaken!" Roland said seriously.

"And you?" Bard narrowed his eyes and asked Roland.

"I'm going to settle my army. My archers will stay behind to intercept Smaug!" Roland paused.

"Remember to come back... I believe your ancestor shot Smaug! You need to settle your grievances!" As he walked, Roland suddenly turned back and said to Bard with a smile.

"Reno, lead the Knights and Infantry away! The Archers will stay to provide sniper support, and Caslo, you're with me!" Roland gathered his subordinates and made arrangements.

"Sir, let me stay!" Reno said anxiously.

"Don't worry, I trust you with the troops. Besides, Caslo and I have Mithril armor. The Mithril and the magic patterns on it will help us block the Dragon Breath. The Bannaria Archers are also incredibly cunning. Smaug won't be able to hurt us. Don't worry!" Roland patted Reno on the shoulder.

"The war has begun..." Looking at the residents being persuaded to leave by Bard or driven out by soldiers, Roland sighed. Would Lake-town ultimately be destroyed by the flames of war?

"Hey! Roland, I'm back!" After arranging for his family and the Dwarves to leave, Bard turned and returned to the town.

"Mm, right, you can take out the Black Arrow. This might be one of the few weapons we have to slay a dragon." Roland was quite curious about what the Black Arrow looked like.

Actually, the Star Silver Steel Armor-Piercing Arrows that the Bannaria Archers carried could also pierce dragon hide, but they were too short. The remaining force after penetrating the dragon's body was not enough to reach vital organs.

"Whoa! It's this long? I've learned something new! I'd believe you if you said it was a spear!" Roland exclaimed in admiration as he took the Black Arrow from Bard.

"Look at the Lonely Mountain!" Suddenly, Bard, who was chatting with Roland, pointed into the distance.

In the dark night, a fiery sunset appeared over the Lonely Mountain. Unfortunately, it wasn't the glow of the sky, but Smaug's Dragon Breath...

"The evil dragon is coming," Roland narrowed his eyes.

The dragon-slaying battle was about to begin. If any readers want to cameo, please leave a message in the comments section. I'm still humbly begging for recommendation votes (^ω^)