"Congratulations, dragon slayer, you have washed away the disgrace of your ancestors," An Yang said to Bard.
"This is not my achievement alone. To be honest, I only shot an arrow. Whether it is you or the Hobbit, both of you did more than me," Bard said very calmly, then looked back at the dragon, stepped onto its wing membrane, and let out hatred in his eyes. "It is this beast that made so many people displaced and so many families shattered!"
An Yang, however, said lightly, "Its ravage is the incompetence of the gods, and its demise also signifies that evil can never cover up the light of justice, no matter what methods they use."
"At this moment you look like a charlatan," Bard glanced askance at him.
"Don't talk about this. Do you know what you should do now?" An Yang looked at him.
"Go home and find my children."
"No, wrong." An Yang shook his head. Looking at his puzzled gaze, he pointed to several places where they had previously fought with the orcs. The corpses of quite a few orcs or Worg lay there strikingly, gradually stiffening from the night temperature.
"Those before were just the pursuit forces of the orcs. Their main force must be right behind. You know, that will be a disaster sweeping across Middle-earth."
"A minor person like me, what help can I provide?"
"You are not a minor person now. You are the mighty dragon slayer. I suppose everyone in Lake-town saw that scene of the dragon falling, and countless people will be willing to follow you!" An Yang said.
"The orcs' army cannot be blocked just because I lead a few people, and there are only a dozen of you as well. Put together, you cannot stop a single charge