Like a tidal wave, blazing fire spewed out from Smaug's throat!
The temperature of this flame was unimaginably high; it swept over the spot where Bilbo had just been standing, and in theory that scorching heat only lasted for an instant.
But on the ground, those scattered Dwarf Gold Coins had already lost their sharp edges and angles, turning into a collapsed, liquid state, plastered onto the rocky floor.
The fury of the dragon that had been toyed with burned boundlessly; in the Treasure Hall it spewed fire like a creature gone mad.
Dragonfire surged up from its throat, its elongated neck pointing toward the heights.
The dragonfire rose a hundred meters like a tide, slammed into the mountain mass that formed the Treasure Hall's ceiling, then, blocked by the rock, spread outward in all directions, and "flowed" back down along the walls of the Treasure Hall.
The enormity and might of this dragonfire was simply beyond description!
