Chapter 1166 Departure

The dwarves blinked, staring blankly at him.

After a long time, someone said, "Oh! Dude, your tone doesn't sound like you have enough confidence! Please, give me more confidence!"

"To kill Smaug, we need someone's help." Anyang stared at them.

"Who? Didn't you say you could kill him?"

"That's a mortal."

"Oh, can't you just say his name?"

"We will meet him on the way." Anyang said lightly, "Let's continue your discussion, anyway, no matter whether there is a way to deal with Smaug, you will still be on the road! No one can stop you, if that's the case, why bother Why annoy yourself with so many bad things?"

"Eh?" Fei Li looked at Anyang in amazement, and then nodded hastily to express his determination, "Of course, no one can stop us, no matter what, we will definitely restore Iruba!"

"Maybe, he really has a way to kill Smaug..." someone whispered.

"Maybe, but at least he's right about one thing, Smaug can't let us back off in fear, and that's all for now, guys, have you made up your mind to fight?"

"I'm always ready!"

Then the dwarves scrambled again, and you talked about your thoughts on the journey in a word.

Anyang stood aside and did not interrupt at all.

Even... he didn't listen much.

Even if the dwarf prince Thorin could see the key at a glance, a few words made everyone silent, his expression was solemn, and he easily mobilized everyone's emotions, making the dwarves impassioned and eager to join the battlefield immediately, even the hobbit next to him seemed to be He was also infected a little, but Anyang and Gandalf remained silent as spectators.

Especially Anyang.

The dwarf's revival had nothing to do with him, and he knew everything. In his eyes, the scene in front of him was more like an alternative replay of a certain picture. Compared with this exciting talk, he cared more about how he felt at this time.

At the same time, he also knows that with his current status, he is far from qualified to intervene in the meetings of the dwarves, let alone dictate their decisions. All he can do is to listen quietly.

Soon Gandalf took out the key to the Lonely Mountain and gave it to Thorin, the descendant of Turin.

"Since there is a key, there will be a door." One of Thorin's nephews, Kili proposed.

"Yes, these runes record a secret passage to the lower hall," said Gandalf.

"So there's a way in?"

"Yes, if we can find it." Gandalf retracted the pipe pointing to the string of words on the map, and said helplessly, "But the gate of the dwarves is invisible when it is closed, and the way to open it is on this map. , I don't have the ability to find it out, but..."

He took a long tone, then turned to look at Anyang.

At this time, Anyang was leaning against the wall, because the Hobbit's Bag End hole was too short, and his head was directly on the ceiling. At this time, he was looking at the string of chandeliers helplessly - almost parallel to his line of sight. .

The dwarves were guided, and they all looked at Anyang.

"Yes! I remembered it!" Kili was the first to smile, "He said just now that he can read the text on the map, otherwise we will ask the Elf King for help..."

"Elrond is not a king, idiot!" Fili next to him said contemptuously.

"Now is not the time to say that!"

"Okay, listen to you."

Fili and all the dwarves looked at Anyang.

"The moon is rune." Facing their gazes, Anyang said, "It is more secretive than runes. To read it, you must use the same season and the same shape as the moon on which they were written. moonlight."

"Can you read them?" Thorin asked.

"Yes." Anyang pretended to pick up the map, looked at it carefully, and said, "These words were written on the eve of a midsummer festival nearly two hundred years ago, when it was a new moon, so... now is not the time. ."

"It's not the time?" Thorin frowned, and the other dwarves cried out regretfully.

"Yes." Anyang said.

"That will have to wait until... next month!"

"How many numbers are you coming today?"

"It's the 24th."

"It's been a few days since then, and we'll see a new moon soon." Anyang pursed his lips and said, then stretched out his hand to signal, "Go on, go on."

The dwarves were silent, not speaking.

Gandalf took a deep breath and said, "The task I have envisaged requires great secrecy, and no lack of courage, but if we are smart and careful enough, I believe we can succeed!"

Saying that, he glanced at Baggins: "So, we need a thief! A good thief!"

Baggins twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "I think I'm a good thief, a professional thief."

Sorin turned his head, his tone full of doubts: "Are you sure you are?"

Immediately, the dwarves were full of ridicule at him, three points better than when they laughed at Anyang just now. At least Anyang is still a wizard, and young Bilbo Baggins is nothing.

In the end, Devalin said bluntly: "We have to travel through mountains, river valleys, forests and wastelands, and the wild is not suitable for mild people who can neither fight nor protect themselves. Mr. Baggins is probably not suitable for joining us."

Until Gandalf's face darkened, he stood up, his head was on the ceiling, he had to bend his waist, this unavoidable gesture added a touch of condescension to him!

The light in the room suddenly dimmed!

"Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a thief, then he is!" It wasn't until his tone softened that the light in the room returned, and he continued, "The Hobbit's footsteps were light, very light. , in fact they can pass by without being noticed, and if you want to steal the Arken Silmaril from the dragon, you can't wake it up!"

"And the dragon has long been accustomed to the smell of dwarves. As long as you get close, it will find you, and it has never smelled the smell of hobbits!"

"You asked me to find the fourteenth member, so I chose Mr. Baggins. His ability far exceeds his appearance, and he can contribute more than any of you, including himself, know!"

In this way, the dwarves fell silent, clearly agreeing with Gandalf's authority!

And Baggins was surprised by this compliment.

Gandalf calmed down, took a deep breath, and continued: "For this you must trust him!"

At this time, Anyang coughed twice and walked to another room: "You can slowly convince Mr. Baggins, I'm a little sleepy and I have to find a place to sleep."

All the dwarves stopped and turned to stare at him.

As he walked, he murmured, "I'm really not used to such a body, I'll be sleepy after a while..."

When he left, everyone was still silent.

Until Thorin said, "Well, let's do as Gandalf says, Balin, and give him the contract to sign!"

"no no……"

Baggins quickly waved his hand to refuse.

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The Hobbit's home was very warm, and even though the night outside was cold and silent, the stove kept burning, keeping the room a comfortable temperature and a brightness that was neither too dark nor disturbed for sleep. .

Anyang didn't occupy Baggins' bedroom anymore. He found a wall to sit against, covered it with a blanket, and calmed down in the flickering light.

The voices of the dwarves still came from beside him, but he no longer cared about it.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. He was short and not very sturdy. He wore a big hat on his head, looking very honest and upright.

At this time, he looked at Anyang a little embarrassedly: "I... it's too dull over there, in fact, I'm also a little sleepy, so..."

Anyang smiled and did not pursue it further.

He knew that the dwarf had come to watch him.

"Your name is Buffalo?"

"Yes." Boffer sat down beside him, but did not rest, but kept paying attention to the movement of the other room, listening to their conversation, and paying attention to Anyang.

Anyang sat quietly, closing his eyes and resting.

Until the low and distant song belonging to the dwarves began to sound, the voice was vast and silent, reminiscent of the vast and empty valley under the moonlight, reminiscent of the endless grassland when the rain was continuous, and the lonely towering mountains, the tune was like It is a grand melody from ancient times, magnificent.

"Crossing over the cold misty mountains in the distance, to the deep and ancient cellar cave, we must set out before dawn to find the long-forgotten treasure..."

"The pine trees are roaring in the mountains, and the cold wind is moaning in the middle of the night..."

"The fire is red and flames are everywhere, and the branches are like burning torches..."

From the voice of Thorin alone, to the spontaneous agreement of all the dwarves, the tune gradually sublimated.

Anyang opened his eyes and was suddenly awakened.

He turned his head and looked at Beaufort next to him, staring at the next room with a fascinated face. He paused for a long time until the singing stopped, and then he said, "Your talent in art does not match your appearance!"

Beaufort came back to his senses and was stunned before he nodded and said, "Of course, dwarves are the most creative race!"

"It looks like they failed to convince Mr Baggins."

"Yes, it's a pity." Boffer lowered his eyes.

"Mr. Baggins is not as active as you, wandering wizard." Sorin walked over from the other side, looked at Anyang deeply, and said, then found a seat against the wall and sat down.

A few dwarves followed, found a comfortable place to lie down, and slept like that.

The room soon became quiet, save for the snoring.

The fire in the fireplace was burning, the firewood was insufficient, and it was already a little red, and the sky outside the window could vaguely see a white light streak across the sky, composed of fine and dense star points.

Anyang murmured a few words in a low voice, then stretched out his hand, and then picked up a piece of wood from a distance and threw it into the fireplace.

"Crackling..."

Thorin opened his eyes abruptly, only to close them after a while.

The next morning came quickly.

The dwarves got up very early, ate breakfast, and tidied up Baggins' messy house, when it was just dawn, and Baggins was still asleep.

The group set off for the homeland of the dwarf.

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