Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 255 The Battle of Smaug

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

Looking at Bilbo walking ahead, trembling slightly, Wayne smiled slightly, patted the hobbit on the shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't worry, Bilbo."

"Your task is simply to find the Arkansas Diamond without waking Smaug."

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

"Once that evil dragon awakens, just hide in a safe place and leave this place. I'll take care of the rest and protect you."

Faced with Wayne's comforting words, Bilbo turned back and smiled gratefully at him. The journey over the past six months could be described as the most thrilling, exciting, and unforgettable adventure of Bilbo's life.

As a hobbit who enjoys a peaceful and content life, having such a colorful adventure is enough for him to cherish for the rest of his life.

Of course, this wasn't a false alarm. With Wayne's assurance, Bilbo had fewer worries and became more decisive and composed in his actions.

The two quickly traversed the narrow, secret passage, and as the space opened up before them, a breathtaking scene unfolded before their eyes.

Gold, gold, glittering gold, like a vast ocean of gold, filled their entire field of vision.

In the enormous room, which appeared to be over a thousand square meters, the mountains of gold resembled a golden ocean. Gold cups, goblets, and jeweled necklaces, along with countless other pieces of gold like grains of sand in a desert, were simply dazzling.

Not to mention Bilbo, a native, even Wayne, a transmigrator born in the modern world, was shocked by the treasure in the Lonely Mountain. It truly deserves its reputation as the place with the most wealth in Middle-earth; the gold here is enough to drive any country and any ordinary person mad.

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

The thought that a third of the gold here would belong to him made Wayne excited.

It's easy to imagine that after acquiring this wealth, once he returns to the wizarding world, he alone will be able to rival the entire northern kingdoms in terms of financial resources, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the richest man in the wizarding world.

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

Having acquired wealth that surpasses all others in the world, he can do whatever he wants.

As expected of someone with a cheat code like the system, Wayne quickly snapped out of his fantasy of immense wealth. He patted Bilbo, who was still dazed beside him, and without saying a word, gave him a wink, signaling him to get ready so they could begin their operation.

Bilbo, true to his reputation as a hobbit who could resist the temptation of the One Ring, quickly adjusted his mindset, took a deep breath, and then tiptoed into the ocean of gold to search for the Arkansas Diamond.

Wayne drew Excalibur from his back, focused his mind, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

For him, whether Bilbo found the Arkansas Diamond or not was irrelevant; the hobbits were merely bait to lure Smaug and help him pinpoint Smaug's location.

Once the dragon appears, Wayne will immediately launch an attack and deliver a fatal blow.

The gold mountain and sea made of gold coins have a very loose structure. There is almost no adhesion between the coins, and even a small touch can easily cause a collapse.

However, the hobbits truly lived up to their reputation as celestial thieves. Even though Bilbo hadn't received highly professional thief training, his footsteps on the gold coins were remarkably steady, making almost no sound. Even most witchers couldn't achieve that level of skill.

Wayne stood on the terrace, watching Bilbo carefully searching for the Arkansas diamonds amidst the sea of ​​gold below, and a sense of peace settled over him.

The warm blood surging within him fueled his power, and the trembling muscles throughout his body channeled all his strength into his arms.

About an hour later, a soft cheer suddenly came from Bilbo's side.

Wayne looked up and saw the little hobbit holding an oval-shaped, rainbow-colored gem the size of an ostrich egg, waving excitedly at him.

That was the Arkenstone. Although neither of them had ever seen this legendary treasure, everyone who saw it for the first time would know that it was the treasure of the Turin family, the Arkenstone.

Bilbo didn't notice that as he cheered for finding the Arkenbrooke, a huge vertical pupil, about 70 or 80 centimeters in size, quietly opened behind him.

With a slight tremor, a large number of gold coins began to fall down like a waterfall, like a mudslide of gold, instantly creating waves in the entire golden treasury. This reaction immediately caught Bilbo's attention.

At this critical moment, the hobbit proved to be very reliable. Without any hesitation, he immediately swallowed the invisibility potion that Wayne had given him.

This potion from Azeroth worked very quickly. Before Smaug could recover from his centuries-long slumber, Bilbo's figure had already vanished in a flash, leaving only a row of shallow footprints, indicating that the hobbits were fleeing at breakneck speed.

This bronze-colored dragon, which is over a hundred meters long, slowly emerged from the golden ocean.

He shook his head, fluttered his wings, and shook off the gold coins piled on his body, revealing his beautiful yet ferocious physique.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a foul stench, then spoke in a hoarse and venomous Common tongue:

"A strange smell. It's not the stinking smell of dwarves, nor the fragrant smell of elves. Strange, what kind of rat could have crawled into my treasure vault?"

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

Just as his dangerous instincts were about to compel him to roll around and get rid of the thing on his back, he realized that his inner danger was about to drive him away.

Smaug suddenly felt a numbness in his neck, a pain he hadn't experienced in hundreds of years, instantly entering his brain, causing the dragon to let out a terrified roar.

"Awoo!!!"

"Who is it? Which despicable bastard is on my back?"

"Who dares to harm the great Smaug!"

As the deafening roar echoed throughout the vault, Smaug, like a mad boar, slammed his back against a stone pillar in the vault, attempting to knock off the thing that had just landed on his back.

Wayne, not daring to gamble with his body and not wanting to experience close contact with the stone pillar, hurriedly jumped off the dragon's back.

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

With Wayne's strength being five times that of an ordinary person, and wielding a powerful weapon like Excalibur, his full-force strike on the dragon's relatively weak neck only managed to create a small wound.

It's such a pity that it wasn't a fatal blow.

What Wayne didn't know was that the sword strike had terrified Smaug. As the last dragon of Middle-earth, with many powerful beings from the First Age already fallen, he was arguably one of the most formidable figures on the dark side.

I don't know how long it's been since I've felt hurt.

The sword strike Wayne delivered to his neck, causing him to bleed profusely, brought back the taste of death that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

After smashing through a stone pillar, Smaug didn't hesitate. His fiery chest bulged slightly, and a burst of orange-red dragon flame, reaching a temperature of over a thousand degrees, shot out from his gaping maw towards where Wayne was standing.

The intense heat of the flames quickly melted the gold where the Witcher was, turning the piles of gold coins into a pool of molten gold.

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

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

However, as a possessor of rudimentary ancient blood, his teleportation requires calculating location and he cannot travel at will.

Otherwise, if he were to travel to the wrong place and unfortunately find himself stuck inside someone else's body, or stuck in a rock or piece of wood, it could be an instantly fatal injury, and Lord Wayne wouldn't dare take that risk.

However, once he landed on Smaug's back after falling from mid-air, the dragon immediately reacted. Disregarding his image, he rolled around in the sea of ​​gold coins like a scoundrel, determined to throw off the dangerous figure on his back.

Faced with this situation, Wayne was also helpless. He didn't want to use his body to fight metal head-on, so he could only use his sharp two-handed greatsword to leave large and small wounds on the dragon's body during the gaps when Smaug was rolling.

Meanwhile, the experienced and already wounded ancient dragon realized that Wayne possessed the ability to teleport. This discovery immediately cast a shadow over Smaug's already somewhat timid heart.

Dragons of his size are not particularly adept at dealing with agile creatures that are good at dodging.

This time, he actually encountered an enemy who could teleport directly and whose attack power could also damage his scales, making him his nemesis.

The timid Smaug immediately abandoned the idea of ​​continuing to fight Wayne and began to consider retreating.

He didn't even dare to turn around and leave any harsh words. He just rolled around desperately in the gold coins, slamming his body against the surrounding walls. Finally, taking advantage of an opportunity, he scrambled and flapped his wings, rushing towards the gate of the Lonely Mountain Treasure Vault.

Smaug, who had never experienced being hunted before, felt the fear of becoming prey for the first time.

However, just as he pushed off with his feet and his body was just about to take off, Lord Wayne showed no mercy to his prey, appearing in front of Smaug with a teleportation that covered a distance of several hundred meters.

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

As a magical creature, Smaug immediately noticed the powerful magical fluctuations ahead. His originally sinister and terrifying dragon face instantly revealed a rather comical expression of fear as he flapped his wings with all his might, forcibly raising his body upwards.

Right where his chest had just been, an extremely dazzling white lightning spear composed of countless powerful bolts of electricity shot out from Wayne's hand like a real lightning bolt, striking his right leg. This was a sixth-circle spell, the Spear of Herat.

The lightning spear, emanating from the intense heat and pressure, shattered his dragon scales with a hiss, melting a watermelon-sized hole in Smaug's thigh, before striking a wall behind him and blasting a crater about half a meter wide.

The ancient dragon immediately opened its mouth and let out a painful howl. Crimson blood instantly flowed down its thighs, but its body did not hesitate at all. Like a defeated dog with a broken leg, it howled and charged towards the gate of the Lonely Mountain Palace with almost all its strength.

Their speed was so fast that even Wayne, who used his blink ability repeatedly, could barely keep up and didn't have time to launch an attack.

The distance of over a thousand meters passed in the blink of an eye. Smaug was probably terrified. Facing Wayne's pursuit from behind, he did not slow down at all and crashed directly into the stone gate built by the dwarves.

With a deafening roar, the massive stone gate that the Lonely Mountain dwarves used to defend against enemies shattered.

Smaug let out painful howls while flapping its wings with all its might, trying to fly towards the boundless sky outside.

He firmly believed that as long as he flew into the sky, he could escape the pursuit of that hateful hunter below and ascend to heaven.

As for revenge, the cowardly Smaug would never dare to even consider it until he had recovered from his injuries and had gathered all the intelligence on his enemy.

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

Suddenly, a deafening roar rang out from his side, and a terrifying figure, eight or nine meters tall, covered in dark green scales and resembling an ancient ferocious beast, leaped up from his side with immense force.

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, its powerful thighs stomped down hard, landing directly on Smaug's back, while its claws hooked onto his scales like iron hooks.

Two arms with sharp, long claws, as strong as steel, tightly encircled his slender neck.

What terrified Smaug the most was that after the monstrous beast had firmly locked onto his body, a gaping maw filled with countless sharp fangs and exuding a bloody aura had already bitten into his neck.

As if bitten by an ancient beast, Smaug felt an intense, sharp pain in his neck. His scales and flesh were torn apart, and the wound left on his neck by that wretched man was ripped open again. Blood gushed out, and the tear even reached his trachea.

Faced with such injuries, Smaug had a sudden realization.

I'm dying!

(End of this chapter)