One day, a hobbit sneaked in and woke me up. He is a thief and a liar at the same time. I saw through his tricks at a glance, but I am not a bad person, so I didn't intend to hurt him, I just wanted to scare him away. Unexpectedly, he also teamed up with a group of dwarves, trying to kill me, and then take all my gold. They claim to have been the masters of these golds, only to get back what belongs to them. This is nonsense. A person with a bit of common sense knows that gold does not have any masters. They are part of this land. Just like you and me, we just discovered them and went on a journey with them. I don't deny that I did grab a lot of this gold from a fat man, but this does not mean that I am a lazy bone for nothing. I also paid the price of blood and fire. In fact, that shameful dead fat man always took care of him from the poor who supported him, and got something for nothing, and I was just a strong man who robbed him of the rich, and I had never disturbed a poor family. The greedy fat man scoured everyone and even hollowed out Gushan, just to satisfy his pathological vanity. I did what many great knights in history would do, but I didn't spread the gold like a small person like Robin Hood, so as to buy people's hearts for myself. That was too hypocritical. Now, a rich second generation, in the name of his father, is doing the power to win gold and kill people, but I have become a notorious person. Why do some people are born with the gold that I can harvest all my life, but I can't protect myself to accumulate the wealth of my life?
My ancestor was the great Mogos, he was a smart and kind-hearted man, but he was hated by the mortals who were jealous of him, so he had to fight with all his strength to get a little room for himself. He became a target of all kinds of stigma, until he was killed by fools. So, strictly speaking, the gold of the dwarves is just a small price for the death of my family, and I only get back what should belong to me.
Born in a family that is against the world, it was not my choice. However, the night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light. The light of gold has been guiding me. You may find it funny, but have you ever thought about it. Since there were people, how many wars in this land were not caused by gold? Those who grab the gold in their hands have the right to dominate the poor and become parasites that hinder equality and freedom. If they take away their blood-stained gold, how beautiful the world will be? I didn't use the gold for my own personal gain, just hid it under the lonely mountain and guarded it day and night. For decades, people on the outside have lived in peace without war. This is the situation I hope to see. However, Gandalf, an unsuspecting wizard, did not want this situation to continue. He instigated the remnants of the greedy dwarves to come back and grab the gold. You know, people like wizards are worshipped because people believe they can help themselves. This raises the question, if the world is no longer a catastrophe, what is the use of wizards? Therefore, they often need to create some desperate panic to achieve their ulterior goals. You know, pharmaceutical companies create super viruses, national governments exaggerate hacking, and religious elements preach terror hell. The truth is actually the same.
They successfully angered me. Since everyone is crazy, and I can't stay out of it even if I hide underground, let the fire burn even harder, for all my family members who have passed away. From now on, I am raging fire, I am death!
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