In an instant, the city gate, hastily assembled by the dwarves after Smaug breached it, was once again shattered by the great bell of the Lonely Mountain!
"Clang~"
The distant and majestic bell tolling was like a testament to the dwarves.
The rubble forming the gate, guided by the dwarven engineering intuition, did not harm the allied forces behind the mountain.
"Aha! I told you I wouldn't be wrong!"
Bofur, as the engineering master, was the first to leap up joyfully and proclaim!
Sorlin, his face resolute and composed, approached from behind, patted Bofur on the shoulder, and immediately charged out of the Lonely Mountain first!
The twelve dwarves behind him laughed heartily, excitedly striking their armor with their weapons, producing a clanging sound of metal.
Their demeanor was nothing like stepping out of a fortified stronghold into a blood-drenched battle field where they were outnumbered.
Instead, it was as if they were attending an exceedingly grand banquet!
