The dwarf's secret passage was quite narrow, and with Wayne's tall stature, he had to bend over to move forward normally.

Looking at Bilbo, who was trembling a little while walking in front of him, Wayne smiled slightly, patted the Hobbit on the shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't worry, Bilbo."

"Your mission is to find the Arkansas jewel without waking up Smaug."

"You don't need to fight the dragon."

"Once the evil dragon wakes up, you just hide in a safe place and leave here. I will take care of the rest. I will protect you."

In response to Wayne's comfort, Bilbo turned around and smiled at him gratefully. The journey over the past six months could be said to be the most thrilling, exciting and memorable adventure in Bilbo's life.

As a hobbit who enjoys comfort and is content with what he has, having such a colorful adventure is enough for him to reminisce about for the rest of his life.

Of course, this was not a promise. After getting Wayne's guarantee, Bilbo had fewer worries and became more decisive and steady in his every move.

The two of them quickly walked through the long and narrow secret passage, and as the view ahead suddenly opened up, a jaw-dropping scene came into their eyes.

Gold, gold, glittering gold, like a vast ocean of gold, filling the two people's vision.

In the huge room that is estimated to be thousands of square meters in size, the mountains of gold are like a golden ocean. There are golden cups, golden bowls, jewel necklaces, and countless gold like sand in the desert, which is simply dazzling.

Not to mention Bilbo, the native, even Wayne, a time traveler born in the modern world, was shocked by the treasure in the Lonely Mountain. It is worthy of being the place that is known to gather the most wealth in Middle-earth. The gold here is enough to drive any country and any ordinary person crazy.

Just a casual estimate, there are probably hundreds of millions, or even billions, of gold coins here.

Wayne became excited when he thought that one third of the gold here would belong to him.

It can be imagined that after obtaining this wealth, when he returns to the wizarding world, in terms of financial resources alone, he will be able to compete with the entire northern countries. It is not an exaggeration to call him the world's richest man.

By then, the name of Grandpa Wayne will be well-deserved.

And after acquiring wealth that is unrivaled in the world, he can do everything he wants.

After all, he was a guy with a system, and Wayne soon woke up from his fantasy of huge wealth. He patted Bilbo, who was still dazzled beside him, and did not speak. Instead, he winked at him, told him to get ready, and then he started to act.

Bilbo was worthy of being the Hobbit in the original book who could withstand the temptation of the One Ring. He quickly adjusted his mentality, took a deep breath, and then tiptoed into the ocean of gold and began to look for the Arkansas Diamond.

Wayne also drew out the Sword of Victory and Promise from behind him, concentrated his mind, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

For him, it didn't matter whether Bilbo found the Arkansas Silmaril or not. The Hobbit was actually a bait to attract Smaug and help him determine Smaug's location.

Once the dragon appears, Wayne will immediately attack and deal him a fatal blow.

The gold mountain and sea made up of gold coins has a very loose structure. There is almost no stickiness between the gold coins, and the slightest touch can easily cause a landslide.

However, the Hobbit is worthy of being called the flying thief in the sky. Even though Bilbo had not received very professional thief training, his feet were quite steady when he stepped on the gold coins, and there was not much noise at all. Even most witchers could not do this.

Wayne stood on the terrace, looking at Bilbo who was carefully searching for the Arkansas Diamond in the mountains and seas of gold below, and his heart was filled with peace.

The warm blood in his body made his strength burst out continuously, and the trembling muscles all over his body infused all his strength into his arms.

About an hour later, there was a slight cheer from Bilbo's side.

Wayne looked up and saw the little hobbit holding an oval, colorful gem the size of an ostrich egg in his hand, waving at him excitedly.

That was the Arkenstone. Although neither of them had seen this legendary treasure, at the first sight of the gem, everyone would understand that it was the treasure of the Turin family, the Arkenstone.

But Bilbo did not notice that while he was cheering for finding the Arkenstone, a huge vertical pupil about seventy or eighty centimeters in size had quietly opened behind him.

With a slight shake, a large amount of gold coins began to fall down like a waterfall, like a mudslide composed of gold, instantly creating ripples in the entire golden treasure house. Such a reaction immediately attracted Bilbo's attention.

At this critical moment, the Hobbit behaved very reliably. Without any hesitation, he immediately drank the invisibility potion given to him by Wayne.

This potion from Azeroth took effect very quickly. Before Smaug came to his senses after hundreds of years of slumber, Bilbo's figure had quickly disappeared, leaving only a row of shallow footprints, indicating that the Hobbit was escaping quickly.

This huge bronze dragon, which was hundreds of meters long, slowly emerged from the golden ocean.

He shook his head and fluttered his wings, shaking the gold coins piled up on his body off his body, revealing his graceful yet ferocious body.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a foul breath, then said in a hoarse and vicious Common Tongue: "Strange smell, not the stinking dwarf, nor the fragrant elf. Strange, what kind of rat actually crawled into my treasure house."

However, before Smaug could figure out who the thief was, he suddenly felt a slight heaviness on his neck, as if something was standing on his back.

The danger instinct in his body was about to force him to roll over and get rid of the thing on his back.

Smaug suddenly felt a numbness in his neck, a pain that he had not experienced in hundreds of years, which instantly entered his brain, causing the evil dragon to let out a terrified roar.

“Ahhh!!!”

"Who is it? Which vile fellow is on my back?"

"Who dares to harm the great Smaug!"

As this deafening roar resounded throughout the treasury, Smaug rammed his back into a stone pillar in the treasury like a mad boar, trying to knock the thing that had just fallen on his back off his back.

What a pity, damn Smaug, his dragon scales are much harder than those of the dragons in the Wizarding World and the Elder Scrolls World.

With Wayne's current strength five times that of an ordinary person, and using a good weapon like the Sword of Promised Victory, he slashed the dragon's neck, where its defense was relatively weak, with all his strength, but it only caused a wound of moderate size.

It's such a pity that I couldn't deliver the fatal blow.

But Wayne didn't know that the sword just now had scared Smaug to death. As the last evil dragon in Middle-earth, many powerful people in the First Age have fallen now. He can be said to be one of the top existences on the side of the dark forces.

I don’t know how long it has been since I last felt hurt.

And the sword that Wayne slashed at his neck, causing him to bleed profusely, made him experience the taste of death for the first time in a long time.

After breaking a stone pillar, Smaug didn't think twice. His fiery chest bulged slightly, and a mouthful of orange-red dragon flame with a temperature of thousands of degrees spurted out from his bloody mouth and sprayed towards where Wayne was standing.

The high temperature flames quickly melted the gold where the witcher was, turning the piles of gold coins into a pool of golden water.

However, before the dragon flame arrived, Wayne's figure had disappeared from the spot and appeared above Smaug's back.

It wasn't that he didn't want to appear directly on Smaug's back and cut the wound on the dragon's neck again.

However, as the owner of the primary ancient blood, his flashing needs to calculate the position and he cannot travel freely as he pleases.

Otherwise, if you cross to the wrong place and get stuck in someone else's body, or in a stone or wood, that could be an instant fatal injury. Master Wayne doesn't dare to take that risk.

However, when he fell from mid-air and stood on Smaug's back, the evil dragon reacted immediately, without caring about his own image at all. He rolled sideways in the sea of ​​gold coins like a scoundrel, determined to get rid of the dangerous man on his back at all costs.

Faced with this situation, Wayne was helpless. He didn't want to use his body to collide with metal head-on. He could only use his sharp two-handed sword to leave wounds of varying sizes on the dragon's body when Smaug was rolling.

At the same time, the experienced ancient dragon, who had been chopped all over, had already realized that Wayne had the ability to teleport. This discovery immediately cast a shadow on Smaug's already timid heart.

Dragons of his size are not very good at dealing with creatures that are agile and good at dodging.

This time he unexpectedly encountered an enemy who could teleport directly and whose attack power could destroy his scales. He was simply his nemesis.

Smaug, who was timid by nature, immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight with Wayne and began to think of retreating.

He didn't even dare to turn around and say anything harsh. He just rolled desperately in the gold coins and slammed his body into the surrounding walls. Finally, taking an opportunity, he rolled and crawled, flapping his wings and ran towards the gate of the Lonely Mountain Treasury.

Smaug, who had never experienced the feeling of being hunted by others, felt the fear of becoming a prey for the first time.

However, just as he exerted force with his feet and his body rose up, Master Wayne was not polite to his prey. He flashed several hundred meters and appeared in front of Smaug.

At the same time, the space bracelet on his left hand was aimed at Smaug's body and began to flash with magical light.

As a magical creature, Smaug immediately noticed the powerful magical fluctuations in front of him. A rather funny expression of fear immediately appeared on the originally gloomy and terrifying dragon face. He flapped his wings with all his might and forced his body to rise up a bit.

And right at the place where his chest was just now, an extremely dazzling white lightning spear composed of countless powerful electric lights, just like real lightning, flew out from Wayne's hand in an instant and hit his right leg. This was a six-ring spell, the Spear of Herat.

The high-temperature and high-pressure lightning spear shattered his dragon scales with a crackling sound, directly melting a blood hole the size of a watermelon in Smaug's thigh, and then hit a wall behind him, blasting a crater about half a meter in the wall.

The ancient evil dragon immediately opened its mouth and let out a painful howl. Fresh red blood instantly flowed all over his thighs. However, his body did not hesitate at all. Like a prodigal dog with a broken leg, he howled and exerted almost all his strength as he rushed towards the gate of the Lonely Mountain Palace.

The speed was so fast that even Wayne could only barely catch up with it after using his flash ability continuously, and had no time to launch an attack.

A distance of thousands of meters passed in a flash. Smaug was probably scared out of his wits. Facing Wayne's pursuit from behind, he did not slow down at all. With a bang, he crashed directly into the stone gate built by the dwarves.

With a loud bang, the huge stone gate used by the dwarves of Lonely Mountain to defend against enemies shattered.

Smaug howled in pain again and flapped his wings with all his strength without hesitation, trying to fly towards the endless sky outside.

He firmly believed that as long as he flew into the sky, he would be able to escape from the pursuit of the hateful hunter below and escape to heaven.

As for revenge, the cowardly Smaug would never dare to think about it before he recovered from his injuries and collected all the information about the enemy.

However, just as Smaug rushed out of the dwarf's gate, thinking he could save his life and fly into the sky.

Suddenly, an earth-shaking roar sounded from his side, and a terrifying figure about eight or nine meters tall, covered with dark green scales and looking like an ancient ferocious beast, leaped up from his side with a huge force.

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, those strong thighs not only stomped hard, but also stepped directly on Smaug's back, and the claws of the legs hooked into his scales like iron hooks.

Two arms with sharp claws, as strong as steel, tightly wrapped around his slender neck.

What made Smaug feel most terrified was that after the horrific beast had firmly locked his body, it opened its bloody mouth, which exuded a bloody smell and was covered with densely packed sharp fangs, and bit his neck.

As if he was bitten by an ancient evil beast, Smaug felt a clear and huge pain in his neck. The scales and flesh on it were torn off, and the wound left on his neck by the hateful man was torn open again. The blood in his body gushed out, and the torn wound even reached his trachea.

Faced with such injuries, a flash of enlightenment came to Smaug's mind.

I'm going to die!

(End of this chapter)