Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 302 I declare that some of you are "mixed"

Inside the lonely mountain.

The Sun Also Rises.

The Zhongzhou team gathered outside the magnificent palace gate with a normal look on their faces.

"Today, Thorin has summoned all the courtiers of Lonely Mountain and will formally sign an alliance with you."

Gandalf said happily, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to smooth out.

Everyone on the Zhongzhou team looked calm, only Neos had a faint mocking smile on his face.

"In that case, we will offer precious tribute to King Thorin." Chu Xuan said calmly.

As the two were talking, the magnificent palace gates opened to both sides, as if the luxurious palace with the Second Age elven style inside had taken off its veil.

Gold, silver and white armor were neatly and evenly spaced between the marble columns.

The honor guard soldiers were very tall and lined up on both sides. Their faces were hidden under the deep shadows of their helmets, and their specific facial features could not be seen clearly.

It showed a kind of majestic majesty that was neither human nor inhuman.

The court officials present also became part of the picture.

The dwarves were at the front, the elves behind them, and the humans stood in the shadows.

Each of them was neat, muscular, with a full forehead, dressed elegantly, and looked graceful and confident. They looked at the Zhongzhou team, raised their chins with a distant look, as if they were looking at a group of poor serfs from the countryside.

I was still worried that they would dirty the luxurious and smooth quartz stone floor.

Like its soaring halls, priceless ornaments, and decorative blades, it is the perfect prop to highlight the majesty of the throne.

There was no sign that in the streets a mile away, civilians were starving, corpses were floating in the ditches, crops were withered, and the ground was littered with starving people and corpses.

There was no sign that the monsters and evil creatures in Mordor and Gondor in the south were starving with their eyes bloodshot, and that the inexplicable dark clouds with a raging tide like mountains and seas were about to swallow them up.

"Heh" Zhang Jie snorted disdainfully.

It's even more disgusting than I imagined.

At this moment, a short and sturdy figure entered from the side door, and the blade dragged on the ground, making a sharp and harsh noise. It hit the gem-inlaid floor and soon became weird and distorted.

In such a solemn and luxurious environment, such sounds undoubtedly represent the most primitive violence, which can make people silent and afraid to look up.

The people in Zhongzhou looked forward following the sound.

At the very front stand two huge, exquisite, lifelike, embracing metal totems, a mixture of multicultural elements of dwarves, elves, and humans.

In the middle of the statue, which seems inexplicably funny, is a huge throne carved from tons of marble.

A dwarf wearing an iron crown of thorns and holding a golden sword that was completely disproportionate to his height at his knees walked slowly, taking his steps neither fast nor slow.

The frequency of steps is designed not only to make the performance more dignified, but also to suppress dissidents in the audience and to demonstrate who is the dominant figure.

He walked to the massive iron and stone throne and sat down with ritual grace.

The large, striking nose, slightly squinted eyes, sparse black hair and slightly protruding belly all reinforce the man's features as the King of Lonely Mountain.

A mediocre body, a lazy posture, an oversized palace, and a supreme throne.

A featherless eagle, set against the backdrop of brightly colored peacocks and beautiful parrots.

"Is this Thorin?" Zhan Lan chatted curiously in the mind channel.

"The last time I saw him, he was still a very strong, wise and brave dwarf prince." Saito sighed.

He could also imagine what Thorin looked like on the throne in the eyes of others.

A stupid, slow-witted, incompetent, cruel tyrant.

The eunuch kneeling on the ground moved his pitiful lips, trying to remind the visitor to kneel down according to etiquette.

Soon, he saw Gandalf, Legolas and Gimli standing beside the newcomer, and he could only kneel down silently by himself.

A messenger in blue cloth stepped out from among the courtiers' gorgeous robes.

"Hail Thorin!" The herald raised his head high, his well-honed voice so elegant and pleasant.

"Hail to the King of the United Kingdom of Dwarves, Elves and Humans, the King Under the Mountain, the 271st generation descendant of Durin, the divine incarnation of Oliveira, the greatest king of the era, and the savior, Thorin!"

He walked lightly back to the formation, and the soldiers stomped their feet and slammed the butt of their golden spears onto the ground.

"Praise Thorin!" All the courtiers prostrated themselves on the ground respectfully and praised him enthusiastically.

For a moment, only the Zhongzhou team was left standing in the court.

Even Gandalf bowed.

This solemn scene made the Zhongzhou team look very much like the Sun Moon Sect shouting to Dongfang Bubai, "With civil and military virtues, you will benefit all people and unify the world for thousands of years."

Very weird and funny.

"Who is Oliveira?" Ming Yanwei asked in the mental link.

"I guess it's a divine term invented by the Valar, the creator of the dwarves, Aulë," Saito said.

"They are so bold that they even dare to fabricate the name of God during this chaotic invasion." Zhan Lan was a little surprised.

"You're really not afraid of death." Zhang Jie's face flashed with obvious disdain. On the throne, Thorin's dim eyes swept over the crowd and he spoke slowly: "Gandalf, who are we gathering with?"

Gandalf lowered his head and said, "The savior from above the world, Lord Thorin, is foretold by the great Valar."

Thorin picked up a wine glass and said jokingly: "Gandalf, are you senile? The Valar also had a prophecy?"

"I only remember it being the dying howl of that usurper Aragorn."

His words were like a switch, which triggered the court officials to burst into laughter.

"No, they have indeed come," Gandalf replied briefly, his head bowed.

Thorin drank the dark red wine in one gulp. "Wizard, the story of the savior has been circulating in the Lonely Mountain for more than ten years."

“Even the shepherd children knew that the savior had come no less than a hundred times, and each time someone claiming to be the savior came to the Lonely Mountain.”

"What happened? They were all liars, just begging for a bag of food!"

"Hahahahahaha." The court officials started laughing again.

"There is no savior in this world." Thorin knocked on the wine glass, making a crisp sound.

"Didn't we reach this consensus a long time ago?"

The second laugh was suddenly forcibly tightened and stopped immediately.

"When the news reached me yesterday, I thought it was some illiterate shepherd exaggerating."

"Thorin, this is the last hope of the world." Gandalf looked at him quietly, with an indelible fatigue in his eyes.

"Usurpation!" the eunuch scolded Gandalf in a sharp voice.

A commotion broke out among the crowd. The soldiers stood still, but the courtiers began to whisper to each other.

At this time, several slow-reacting reincarnations such as Hofer and Gunnier finally realized that something was wrong.

The King of the Lonely Mountain was not as welcoming as they had imagined.

But why? They were hiding in a ruined city. Any huge monster outside could cause serious damage to the city, not to mention the armies of Gondor and Mordor.

What is their confidence?

Thorin's smile gradually disappeared in silence, and he asked, "Legolas, Gimli, you opposed my rule and left here to find the legendary Lord of the Rings. So, did you find it?"

A trace of anger flashed across Gimli's face, and he wanted to answer something, but was stopped by Legolas.

The Elf Prince stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "We are not just looking for the ring, we are looking for a way to save everyone."

"Instead of playing the king's game in this court like you do!"

More silence descended, and the noble hall seemed to have suddenly lost some of its color.

"Ridiculous!" Thorin threw the wine jug down.

The clanging sound of metal bottles rolling down from the throne made the atmosphere even more depressing.

Zhang Jie had already sensed that a large number of heavily armored dwarf soldiers were surrounding the court.

"You just want to oppose my rule!" Thorin roared, the fat on his belly shaking.

"Besides, you've been out there for so many years, you might have been tainted by Chaos! Bringing these people back here means they're Chaos' minions!"

The shrill sound echoed in the empty hall.

Gimli's face was filled with anger, and Legolas sighed in disappointment.

After going through so many hardships, they were actually charged with the crime of communal sex.

The conversation among the court officials became even louder, and this time even Zhu Wen, who had the lowest level of enhancement, could hear it.

It was nothing more than slanderous words like "arrogant", "disrespectful to the king", "invaded by chaos" and so on.

"The King under the Mountain, Thorin." Chu Xuan suddenly spoke. The voice was not loud, but it suddenly made the entire palace quiet.

"What do you want, scholar?" Thorin asked, raising his hand as he angrily twirled the sword on his knee.

Chu Xuan looked at him, suddenly raised his hand, and a beam of plasma shot out.

Snapped!
The upper body of Gandalf, the tall wizard in front of him, was blown to pieces.

As half of the tall wizard's body slowly fell down.

The electromagnetic wings behind Chu Xuan unfolded, and fifteen plasma balls condensed on his wings.

Ejected again, more than a dozen court officials were instantly electrolyzed into molecules.

He hung high above the court, looking down on everyone.

"Now that everyone is here."

"Well, you'll listen to me here."

"I declare that one of you has 'secretly communicated with Chaos.'"

(End of this chapter)