Chapter 1050 1032. Warg Orcs
Lan En and Qilin did not get too close to the small group of dwarves. This was because the other party was still wary.
Going over hastily may cause unpleasantness.
But on the other hand, the halfling in the opposing team seemed to get along well with the flannel ball.
“No, no, no! Velvet Ball, although the place I live in is a cave, it is by no means a dirty, dull, wet, disgusting cave inhabited by snakes, insects, rats, and ants. You know what? A hobbit hole means cozy and neat.”
"Oh!" The kitten said with a tone that suddenly understood, "So you have decorated the hole, cat?"
"That's it! Our family has been digging Bag End for several years. Then it took a whole year to renovate and move in!”
Maybe it’s because he is talkative, and the flannel ball’s size, which is smaller than that of a hobbit, makes the other party less afraid and repulsive.
Anyway, the two guys were having a great time chatting next to each other.
"Do you smoke a pipe? Let me tell you, the Hobbit's Shire pipe grass is the best! It's simply art!"
As he said this, the halfling with big feet subconsciously dug into his body, but his face became stiff when he was halfway through.
"Oh, I forgot. I've been away from home for too long. I've run out of pipeweed."
"I guess there's never been anyone like me in the Hobbit. It’s been so long since I’ve been away from home.”
He said in a depressed mood.
Flannel Ball didn't quite understand this emotion, but its paws patted his arm to comfort him.
"It's okay, meow, I don't smoke a pipe!"
"It doesn't know how to smoke a pipe either."
Lan En walked over from the side, talking as he walked.
His relatively huge size made the timid halfling suddenly sober and even a little embarrassed.
His mouth opened and closed, and his palms were sometimes closed in front of him and sometimes held behind him, looking at a loss.
"Hello! Bilbo Baggins, at your service!"
"Lan, you just heard it." The witcher nodded to him, "Hello to you, Baggins." "Sir."
"Hobbits, is this your name?"
"Hobbits or halflings, you big people call us that, both are correct."
Bilbo rubbed his hands on his coat a little nervously, but then he felt that his coat was hard and his face became ugly.
Lann also noticed the large mark on Bilbo's coat.
"What are you doing?"
The hobbit looked embarrassed and muttered in a low voice.
"There was a troll just now, and he grabbed me and used it as a handkerchief to blow his nose."
So this coat actually became hard because the troll's nose dried?
Lan En took half a step back without leaving any trace.
Bilbo also stepped back politely, with an understanding and indifferent expression on his face.
Although the Hobbit himself felt embarrassed, his good-natured character still made him choose to worry about other people's feelings first.
This actually made Lan En start to like him.
The dwarves who had temporarily stopped because of the conversation between the two wizards and scattered around to rest and be alert, still had many pairs of eyes falling on Lan En and the others.
There was a lot less hostility and wariness in those eyes, maybe it was the Gandalf of their group.
But curiosity is always indispensable.
"Lan En!" In the distance of the grove, Radagast jumped up and waved his staff to make himself more conspicuous among the lush shrubs and branches.
"Come here! We are both witnesses, come and talk to him too!"
The witcher nodded, first bowed his head and said "Excuse me" to the hobbit, Then he walked in the direction of the two wizards.
"Mirkwood is sick! Gandalf! Corrupted by darkness!"
"We had expected this, otherwise you wouldn't be there, Radagast."
>"But we never expected that the erosion would be so fast and violent!"
The two wizards exchanged information with each other. They both seemed to be old acquaintances. There was no movement when Lan En came over. affects them.
“Do you know what I saw along the way?”
Radagast said with trembling lips.
"Everything is no longer growing, at least the beneficial ones! But as of yesterday, they were all fine!"
"The air is filled with the smell of corruption, and the most terrifying thing is the cobwebs. ."
"Cobweb? What do you mean?"
Gandalf was smoking his pipe, pacing thoughtfully, and asked in a low voice.
"Giant spider! Gandalf! The giant spider that came to my door accidentally! That must be the descendant of the evil Ugoliant!"
Radagast's tone was low and solemn, as if he was speaking. Tell a scary story.
"There is no doubt that they all came out of Dol Guldur."
Lan interrupted the conversation at the right time.
"I went in with Radagast. People around the forest said that there was a necromancer entrenched there. After we entered."
"I encountered an evil spirit!"
Radagast said tremblingly, as if those memories were becoming more profound in his mind.
"An evil spirit who can be in the underworld and wear a crown on his head!"
Seeing Radagast's frightened look, Gandalf took out the pipe from his mouth, the holder of which was in his mouth. He wiped it on his beard and handed it to Radagast.
He did not believe it immediately, nor did he express his opinion immediately, but just let Radagast smoke first.
"Here comes the fine Shire pipe grass to refresh the mind and soothe the nerves." It wasn't until Radagast slowly exhaled the smoke that he looked down at the brown-robed wizard with confirmation.
"An evil spirit that can stay in the underworld? Are you sure now?"
"That is not a deranged vision, Gandalf."
Lan said beside him, nodding towards the sloppy wizard: "Take out the things, Radagast, we have physical evidence."
The brown-robed wizard no longer hesitated, and directly took out the dagger wrapped in leather and tied up from his arms, and handed it to Gandalf cautiously.
Before the other party took over, he also solemnly reminded him.
"Be careful, Gandalf! This thing. It comes from the underworld!"
The gray-robed wizard was startled, and then a faint light seemed to light up on his hand. Then he put his hand on the package.
As soon as he got it, Gandalf's expression changed drastically.
His deep look was completely different from his previous dubious look.
He already believed Radagast.
The wise and old face was full of seriousness. He held the package containing the dagger and was silent for a while. Then he raised his head and looked at Radagast, his fellow wizard, with sharp eyes.
Then it turned to Lan En.
"He went with you to Dol Guldur, Radagast."
Gandalf looked at the witcher with his deep eyes, but he was talking to his colleagues.
“It seems that you trust him very much.”
“Oh, actually we haven’t known each other for a few days, but he is a good person, especially Qilin and Flanbuqiu. And he is a very powerful person. A very powerful warrior, you know?”
After handing the dagger to Gandalf, Radagast seemed to be relieved of his heavy responsibility. His habitual chattering started again.
Gandalf knew his colleagues, after all they had probably known each other longer than the entire history of mankind.
So he left Radagast, who was still chattering, and walked towards Lan En.
“It’s not easy to find someone trustworthy these days, and the darkness is about to come back.”
“This sounds really impressive.”
The Witcher He complained expressionlessly.
If a wizard said this to him in the Magical Middle Ages, he would probably sneer at it.
After all, many warlocks claim to have predicted the destruction of the world and want to become famous for it.
But they didn’t care about the consequences of the prophecy.
A typical example is the 'Black Sun Curse' of the mad wizard Etibad.
The vicious prophecy for women born under a solar eclipse justified the persecution of those girls by the court and the people, and then got out of hand.
But this world is different.
Lan En wanted to treat the various differences in the world with the caution of a foreigner.
“You have to face infiltration, because this is reality, isn’t it?”
Gandalf’s old voice chuckled.
But then, his laughter stopped suddenly, and at the same time, the dwarves resting and watching in the distance seemed to be suddenly awakened, and they all became nervous.
What interrupted all this was a few shouts of 'roar! Roar!'. The sound was like the short panting of a canine while running.
Lann and Bilbo were the only ones present who seemed confused about the situation.
The Hobbit was still asking questions in a daze under the sudden change of atmosphere.
"Wait, what is this sound? Wolf? Are there wolves nearby? Shouldn't this have been eaten by the three trolls just now?"
"No, this is not the case. Any noise that a pack of wolves can make, Master Baggins,"
The dwarf in the fur hat wielded a long-handled warhammer and said while carefully observing the surroundings.
"This is a warg! The orc's warg!"
While he was talking, the figure of a beast crawled out from the heights of this hilly grove and stood up!
The figure looked very graceful among the jagged rocks and vines in the hills and woods.
It bites down from a high place, and the distance is covered by at least ten meters in one lunge!
The target is the Hobbit who hasn’t figured out the situation yet!
This wolf is taller than Thorin, a dwarf whose height is close to the average human level.
And its musculoskeletal dimensions are not at the same level as those of ordinary wolves.
An ordinary wolf in front of this wolf is like a malnourished skinny guy facing the world bodybuilding champion.
There are also wargs in the magical medieval world. Most of them are the strongest individuals in a pack of wolves. Their coat color is very different from the gray wolves in the pack, being earthy gray.
If the earthy gray fur is in good condition, it will be quite expensive.
But in front of this wolf, half of that kind of thing would be eaten in one bite!
"Click! Whoosh!"
A mechanical hook flew over from the side where the warg bit.
When the sharp teeth were about to bite the hobbit’s upper body in one bite, there was a ‘puff’ sound.
The sharp claws can dig into rocks, and the warg's neck is no exception.
The flesh and blood vessels were restrained, and the ferocious warg only had time to whimper a few times before being dragged away!
Its body broke several branches along the way, and was then dragged along the mechanical device to Lan En.
The witcher's hand pulled out a touch of silver light from his waist. After the gorgeous knife flower flashed, a gracefully curved blade penetrated straight into the warg's head.
“Orcs?” Lan En pulled out Arondette and shook off the blood, with a cautious question on his face, “Why are orcs involved?”
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(End of this chapter)