Chapter 1165 I Will Kill It

Anyang had no choice but to hold up the wooden stick and repeat, "My name is Ain, I am a wandering wizard, and I will be your companion."

Thorin looked at Gandalf in confusion. "You didn't say that our party would have fifteen men."

"Actually, I'm also very interested..."

"Maybe he wanted to surprise you." Anyang interjected.

"...outside," said Gandalf.

Sorin turned his head to look directly at Anyang, his eyes were so sharp that people couldn't look directly, and people ignored his height, which was only more than half of an ordinary person: "Tell me, who are you!"

"The one who senses the darkness coming, the one who knows where you are going and what you are going to do, the one who can offer you luck and help, and the one who can read the moon runes on your map. Anyang calmly looked directly at the dwarf prince who looked particularly terrifying at this time, "At least, my joining will allow you to avoid asking for help from King Elrond. You can't understand the riddles on this map."

"Then, tell me!" Sorin suddenly took a step forward and picked up the stick beside him, "When will an ordinary oak branch that is randomly picked up can be used as a staff?"

"Pfft haha..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The dwarf next to him burst into laughter.

Anyang also smiled, stared at the dwarf prince, held the wooden stick from his hand, and said calmly: "You can use oak branches as a shield against Asog the blasphemer, why can't I use it as a staff ?"

He exerted force, and Thorin held the wooden stick tightly, preventing him from taking it, and looked directly at him coldly.

Anyang smiled again, so——

"Crack!"

A tiny blue-white arc emerged from the oak branch and circled it, hitting Thorin's hand.

"hiss!"

Thorin cried out in pain, and immediately threw away the branch.

In an instant, all the dwarves are ready!

Anyang reached out and caught it, held it in his hand, ignoring the vicious eyes of the dwarves, and said, "Now you believe in my identity as a wandering wizard?"

"So what?" Sorin shouted, holding his hand burned by the electric arc, "Even if you have great ability, I will never allow a person who covets my clan's treasure to travel with us!"

After speaking, he looked directly at a circle of people: "How could he know, who told this matter?"

Anyang shook his head: "Have you not figured it out yet? I know far more than you, and my purpose is definitely not the treasure of Lonely Mountain and the Arken Silmarillion, but the dragon, but you All the enemies you meet along the way, but the dark power behind those dangers!"

"Dark Forces? A trick to deceive people!"

"I'm not lying, it's true, the dark powers are making a comeback! You will provoke the fire dragon in the process of stealing the Arken Silmaril, and I am responsible for killing it, otherwise it will be used by the dark powers! You will attract orcs in the process of going to Lonely Mountain, they will send killers, they will send a large army, and similarly, my purpose is to kill them!"

"You are a wizard, but a deceiving wizard!" Sorin looked at Anyang coldly.

"Half-orcs?" Gandalf frowned, "They should have been scattered long ago, along with the dark power you mentioned, and it is impossible to form an army again."

"No, they didn't."

"How did you find out?"

"I found traces of them in Gandaba, they still exist, and there are a large number, including the desecrator Asog, who you think is dead, and his son Bolger." Anyang said calmly, "Peace is gone. , a new era of turmoil has quietly come, if we don't plan early, darkness will sweep the earth!"

After he finished speaking, many dwarves stared at him blankly.

Including Sorin.

After a long time, they recovered, and Sorin grabbed Anyang's collar and said urgently: "What... what did you say? How could the beast of Asog hadn't died yet, he had already suffered from injuries died!"

"He didn't."

"A lie! A lie! I hurt him myself!"

"But he's not dead. If you set off on an expedition to Lonely Mountain, you'll see him soon!"

"No...I will never believe it!"

At this time, even Gandalf did not speak.

Anyang also looked at Sorin coldly, broke free of his hand, and continued: "The dark power is brewing an offensive, and it may come back at any time. You see the revival of your kingdom, but I must see the peace of the entire Middle-earth! "

Sorin took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked, "What evidence do you have to prove what you said?"

"Time will tell it soon."

"Humph!" Thorin sneered, and most of the other dwarves sneered sarcastically.

"Then what evidence do you have to prove yourself? Let me believe that you are a wandering wizard who sincerely helps us, or the messenger of justice you said, not an eyeliner sent by the remnants of the orcs, or coveting that the treasure of the Lonely Mountain will be in us. Shameless rat who stabbed us in our sleep?"

"Time will tell it soon."

"Ahahaha..." Many dwarves laughed.

"At least you have no name in the world, am I right?" Thorin didn't smile, still staring at him.

"Soon, my name will be heard in Middle-earth."

"Then I wish you good luck. Besides, your mother should still be waiting for you to come home for dinner!" Thorin said, "If she finds you not there when she comes into the house to tuck you in, she will be worried."

"Thorin!" cried Gandalf, frowning. "You owe the least respect to a wizard!"

"What do you think? Gandalf."

Gandalf was silent for a while, his wise eyes met Anyang's dark pupils, and said, "Sometimes...sometimes I will not be by your side, I will be busy with some things, and at this time there is a wizard with the team. , would help a little anyway. And he's a good fighter, well, he said."

Hearing his words, the dwarves suddenly made a scene.

"Please! No!"

"His origin is unknown!"

"How can he help? Light us up when the flint is not working?"

"I think I can test if he is a good fighter, and I should do the same!"

Until Thorin frowned and shouted—

"shut up!"

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Gandalf squinted and said hesitantly: "Actually, I'm not quite sure. Many mortal wizards have unknown origins, but they cannot be judged on their abilities and purposes. There is some truth to what he said, but I don't know, I do There's a feeling that a dark force is closing in on Middle-earth, but I hope it's just me feeling wrong and you can too..."

"Okay!" Sorin waved his hand and looked at Anyang again, "Wandering wizard, introduce yourself a little more!"

"My name is Iain, I'm a human, from Gondor in the south, well, as Gandalf said, besides being a wandering wizard, I'm actually a good warrior, and I'm also a good archer, yes Now, I'm still half a prophet, if you want to call it that."

"What? You used the word archer instead of archer? Did I hear it right?"

"Did you predict how you would die?"

"Do you use a sword or a hammer?"

The dwarves sneered and asked a lot of questions.

"Yes, archer, I generally don't use words indiscriminately. I am immortal, and Morgoth himself can't kill me. I am proficient in all eighteen weapons." Anyang replied one by one.

"Oh, it's not a liar, it's a lunatic, or just a megalomaniac!" Devalin laughed, "Looks like you alone can beat everyone in our team, but we're here just to find a thief , there is only one thief in our team, and there is no shortage of Almighty God!"

"Okay, Devalin!" Thorin stopped, then looked at Baggins with a scrutiny in his eyes, "What about you, have you ever participated in a war, will you fight, or something else?"

"Sorry, if you want to know, I have some conk skills! But I don't get it, does it matter..."

"I think so too," said Thorin, turning to the others. "I don't think he looks like a thief, but a grocer!"

The dwarves burst into laughter.

Soon the dwarves sat down at the table, and Thorin drank fish soup and ate bread.

The lighting illuminates the scene with extreme rigour.

"What's the news of the Eridron meeting? Who's here?" Balin asked Thorin, smoking a cigarette.

"Everyone has come, and people from the seven kingdoms have come."

The dwarves immediately laughed happily.

"What's the news from the Iron Hills? Is Dan with us?" Dwarin asked.

"No, they won't come, they say it's our expedition, just ours," Thorin said.

Suddenly, all the dwarves looked disappointed.

Anyang watched quietly from the side.

This kind of feeling is very strange. He has seen this picture once, but now he is watching it again in a more realistic and immersive way. He needs to experience it carefully before he can find out the world constructed by the director and all the real difference.

Gandalf asked Bilbo to bring some candles, and he spread out a map on the table, looked at Baggins at the same time, and read as if to him: "Far beyond the east, over mountains and rivers, Across the forest and the wasteland, there is another solitary peak that towers and absolutely is our destination."

"Iruba..." Baggins looked at the map.

The dwarves began to read the prophecy, and Anyang still remembered that the sentence was like this-

"The birds of the current dynasty fly back to Iruba, which means that the rule of the beast is over!"

"...what beast?" Baggins asked.

"Smaug, the behemoth Smaug, the greatest disaster of our time," said Beaufort the Dwarf. "Fire breathing, razor-like teeth, hook-like claws, especially fond of precious metals."

"You mean dragon?"

"Yes." Boffer nodded and smiled.

Before Baggins could speak, the dwarves started shouting.

"I'm not afraid of that beast!"

"If we're going to face Smaug, not even an army, let alone thirteen of us!"

"We may be outnumbered, but we are warriors and we will die!"

"You forgot we still have Gandalf! We still have wizards in grey, and Gandalf will kill hundreds of dragons!"

So all eyes turned to Gandalf.

"You can kill it, right?"

"How many dragons have you killed? Shouldn't you? More than one? How many?"

"How many?"

"Speak! Give us a number!"

In the face of the constant inquiries of this group of ignorant people, Gandalf was speechless, and could only cough while smoking a cigarette.

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Before long, the table was quiet again.

Now everyone knows that the gray robe wizard Gandalf can't help them kill the fire dragon easily. Smaug was the nightmare of that era, and it is still the nightmare of today. This nightmare is not so easy to end!

But suddenly, someone looked at Anyang, who had been standing by and seemed to be isolated and silent.

"Wandering wizard, you said you would kill it before, you must have said it! I heard you say it! So you can kill Smaug... of... right?" Boffer stared at Anyang, "If you Saying that you lied to us before, then I swear I will let you know what it feels like to have your tongue cut off!"

So, everyone looked at Anyang.

Facing their gaze and aggressiveness, Anyang narrowed his eyes and finally nodded: "Yes, I have a way to kill it, and I will definitely kill it!"

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