Chapter 1049 1031 Dwarf Team


Chapter 1049 1031. Dwarf Squad

That is an arrow.

Lan En's eyes accurately captured what was shooting towards the Qilin mask.

But it is different from ordinary arrows. The arrowhead of this arrow has sharp edges and corners, and the craftsmanship is exquisite. And the force of the shot was obviously not a crossbow, but it was stronger than an ordinary crossbow?

The archer and the archery bow look unusual.

But it's not a hassle.

“Meow!”

The flannel ball sitting in Lan En’s arms suddenly jumped from Qilin’s back, along its long neck, to its head!

One of the kitten's paws is holding the unicorn's pale horn, and the other paw is holding the Thunder Cat Sword.

With a crisp sound of 'ding', the arrow shot towards Qilin was chopped away.

Then Qilin shook his head upward again, grabbing the velvet ball that held Cangjiao's body in place, and was thrown onto his back by it again.

They usually play well together, so they work well together.

This series of movements is like flowing clouds and flowing water.

But this smooth and unusually light movement made the group in front of him even more surprised.

“Elves! They have pointed ears!”

"Shit! Have you ever seen such a small elf?"

They are all male, and their voices are rough and heroic. Although it was just a flash of light just now, someone still got the general idea.

When the velvet ball fell back on the saddle, Qilin also carried Lan En and appeared completely in front of the group of people.

Everyone was silent.

They raised their heads in surprise, or took a few steps back unconsciously with some awe, and then raised their heads again.

Lan En, who was sitting on Qilin's back, was a little too tall for these people.

This is a group of dwarves, among which there is also an old man in gray robe who is about 1.9 meters tall including the pointed hat.

Fourteen short figures.

Although he is short, he is stocky and powerful.

They look different, even strange. But as usual, the dwarves all have colorful and lush beards.

Moreover, these people seemed to have just experienced a hard battle. They were in a messy and tired shape, and they also had a foul smell.

No, not all dwarves. There is also a halfling.

It was a man wearing a red suit and jacket. His height was not out of place among a group of dwarves.

But he is neither strong nor stocky. He has no boots, his big feet are covered with thick calluses, and his insteps are covered with thick hair.

Lan En felt a sense of misplaced surprise.

In the Magical Middle Ages, he first made investment mistakes because of his dwarf friends, and then went to find a trustworthy shapeshifter to manage the funds. The shapeshifter most commonly used was a halfling.

And now, on the other side of the intersection of the celestial spheres, he has interacted with dwarves and halflings.

But compared with those philistine and shrewd halflings in the Magical Middle Ages, why does this one in front of me seem a little cute in temperament?

Qilin did not feel hostile or irritated because of the arrow shot at its face just now.

To be honest, even if the arrow just hit it, considering the physical quality of the ancient dragon in the New World, it might only be enough to break the skin.

And just as long as it turned its head slightly, the visor attached to the magic harness could directly deflect the arrow.

So that arrow did not make Qilin feel threatened at all.

At this time, its hooves the size of a sea bowl were pacing and trampling on the leaf litter of the grove.

Lan En sat on its back, looking down at this strange combination.

In the eyes of the dwarves opposite.

"He's so big!"

A round, almost spherical, red-haired dwarf clenched the ax in his hand while muttering to his companions in confusion.

"That weird horse is so big! And that cat! Did I read that correctly? The cat has two swords on its back? What are these?!"

A man beside him The dwarf in the leather hat also muttered.

“We have killed three ogres, and we are still afraid of him? Don’t be a coward, Bombo!”

"But those three ogres were not done by us, Gandalf did it."

"Shut up! We almost won the battle without Gandalf before!"

>Thirteen dwarves, a halfling, and a gray-robed human old man were divided into several groups, standing in different directions.

It seems that they are not ordinary miners and blacksmiths. It can be seen from their scattered positions that these people are veterans with group combat experience.

Among a group of dwarves standing a little further away, a young and handsome dwarf looked at the bow in his hand with suspicion.

It was a fine dwarf bow. It was no lighter than an elven longbow, but it had a strong bow body and a powerful shot.

But after the arrow went out just now, the arrow was chopped off by a cat?

Is there something wrong with this?

Qilin was pacing, looking at the group of people curiously, and Lan En was also rising and falling on its back.

“Grey robe.”

Suddenly, when the dwarves became more and more nervous and their eyes gradually entered a fighting state, Lan En spoke to the human old man.

"Gandalf the Gray?"

He looks tall for an ordinary person, with gray hair under a pointed hat, and a long gray beard that hangs down to his belly. superior.

In terms of appearance alone, this is the first time Lan En has seen someone who fits the stereotype of a ‘wizard’. A wise old man with a long beard and a pointed hat

In his hand, like Radagast, he held a strong staff, but he still had a half-hand sword hanging on his waist.

The halfling was standing by his legs pretending to be calm, looking at Lan En nervously, swallowing his saliva.

Gandalf also didn’t understand who the person in front of him was, whether he was an enemy or a friend.

But adhering to the wisdom of "not taking the lead in provoking conflicts", his lips under his long beard slightly pulled up, showing a polite smile, and then opened his mouth to say something.

But before he could speak, a dwarf in front of him raised his head and stared at Lan En and spoke first.

"If you want to get to know others, it's best to introduce yourself first, sir. I think this is a self-evident truth."

The dwarf who spoke was quite tall, almost 1.5 meters tall, like He is the shortest among humans.

He is powerful and has a temperament that matches his appearance. Besides being powerful, he is also serious and aloof.

If a person can have these qualities at the same time, then no matter who he is, he will generally not think that he is a simple person.

Lan En nodded silently on the horse, jumped off, and approached among the suspicious and alert dwarves.

"Lan En, at your command."

According to etiquette, it is time for the other party to respond.

Behind the witcher, Velvet Ball followed suit and bowed.

"Thorin Oakenshield." The leading dwarf stared at Lan En cautiously and bowed his head in return. "And my companions are at your disposal."

The atmosphere calmed down.

Gandalf was the first to put down the hand holding the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

The halfling standing next to his legs let out a long hidden sigh of relief. He didn't seem very courageous.

The wizard in gray robes took a step forward and stood between Thorin and Lan, who were still wary-eyed. It seemed that he acted as the external negotiator for the entire team.

"I am Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey. Have you asked me yet?"

A familiar smile hung on the old face. He must have seen many things and had many experiences. Only through life experience can you naturally put on this kind of smile that seems like 'everything can be solved'.

But Lann waved his hand.

"Please wait, the person who is looking for you has arrived."

"What?"

Gandalf was puzzled, and at the same time, he was at the place where Lan En rushed out just now. , there was again a disturbing swishing of shrubs and branches.

The dwarves thought it was Lan En's reinforcements, so they quickly set up their formation again.

It wasn't until the leading seven or eight big rabbits jumped out of the woods that Gandalf suddenly understood and pressed his hand down to signal the dwarves to relax.

"Radagast the Brown!"

Gandalf opened his arms, and the gray robe was stretched open like a sheet by his movement.

He walked up to the sloppy wizard who had just parked the rabbit sled and asked in confusion: "Why are you here?"

"Big, big thing!" Radagast said breathlessly. However, it is not easy to drive a rabbit sleigh for such a long distance. "Something really happened!"

Gandalf's expression slowly changed, from an expression of slight joy at meeting an old friend, to an expression that said, "Although I had expected the bad situation, I didn't expect it to be so bad and so fast."

——

Radagast was pulled by Gandalf to a distant place in the grove for a private conversation.

Wizards always have many secrets, and the dwarves are not surprised and don't want to get involved.

But Lan En is curious about this small group.

"What are you going to do with Gandalf the Grey? I see that you are so tired, you have traveled a long way, right?"

Lan crossed his arms and looked at Thorin with interest. Said.

Dwarves like them can tell at a glance that they have lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

Traveling long distances is very tiring. Not only horses will lose weight in the process, but people will too.

“It’s none of your business.”

Thorin Oakenshield looked indifferent.

The dwarf next to him, who was like a miniature Santa Claus, with gray hair and a gray beard, was trying to reconcile it with a smile on his face.

He patted Thorin's arm with a small movement and told him to step aside and stop saying nasty things.

"Oh, my name is Balin. Hello, Master Lan En."

Balin said with a kind face.

Calling 'Master' seems to be a more polite way of saying it in this world, while the meaning of superiority and inferiority is weaker.

At least Lan heard the other dwarves calling the halfling in their group 'Lord Baggins'.

“We are dwarves who plan to visit relatives in the Iron Hills near the Lonely Mountain, but after all, the wilderness is full of dangers, so several families have joined together to form a team that can fight and go there together.”

“Just to visit relatives?”

“Of course it is to visit relatives!”

Lan En had a subtle expression of seeing things through but not telling them.

"So, old man, you are also 'able to fight'?"

"Me?" Balin's big rosacea nose shrugged and he smiled openly. "I'm not really good at fighting, but it wouldn't be a pity if I died at my age, right? I might as well just come along!"

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