Long Lake Town was like a defenseless cake, randomly cut by Smaug using the flames he spewed as a dinner knife.
The town perched on the giant rock in the lake suddenly lit up with a skyward blaze, a scar of fire chilling to the heart!
But what reassured Lann and the Elves was that Smaug's first wave of low-altitude fire breath apparently hadn't noticed Bard.
The black arrow held by the human archer was the key to this battle.
Bard had only one chance; everyone knew well that all their subsequent actions were merely to create an opportunity for Bard to fire that arrow.
"Release!"
Accompanied by a command from an unknown direction within the town, more than twenty arrows shot out from various places in Long Lake Town with a piercing whistle.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
A series of arrows accurately struck Smaug's body as it skimmed just above the ground.
The dragon's chest emitted a scorching red glow from the inside due to the flames it breathed.
