Chapter 1180 Black Forest

black forest.

Anyang walked at the forefront, the dwarves and the hobbits followed behind him, stepping on the dead branches and leaves that had accumulated for an unknown number of years, making a rustling sound, taking a deep breath, full of rotten and strange breath.

"This forest seems to be sick," Baggins said. "Normal forests don't look like this!"

"Okay, don't waste your energy on those groundless guesses." Anyang said, looking into the depths of the forest, "This is not an ordinary green forest, the air of this forest is full of illusions, it will erode your will, It leads you astray. So make sure you have plenty of energy, and you can't be affected by those illusions anyway, and more importantly, you must follow the road, otherwise once you set foot in the vast forest, you may never find your way out. ."

"Wait, you mean there's magic in this forest?"

"There's more than magic." Anyang walked along the stone path step by step with a solemn expression, "Maybe there are unknown evil creatures and old friends of the dwarf brothers, so everyone must be vigilant, this place is not as peaceful as you think. !"

"Old friend? Who are you talking about?" Thorin asked.

"Who is the evil creature?" Baggins asked.

"You will know." Anyang whispered, and then added, "When you feel affected by the illusion, or hear someone whispering in your ear, you must say it in time, so that we can find a way to fight it."

"any solution?"

"Well, for example, sing a song, tell a joke or something. If you are interested, you can tell each other's embarrassing things to each other, just to arouse everyone's emotions."

"Don't be like this, you are a wizard, isn't there any way for a wizard?" Fei Li was speechless.

"This is the method that belongs to the wizard." Anyang shrugged, hesitated after speaking, and added, "And I'm not sure if it will work, so I can only try it out. It should...it works, right?"

Hearing him say this, everyone was speechless.

"Man, Gandalf entrusted us to you before he left. You can't be so irresponsible!"

"Just think about what witchcraft you can do!"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!" Anyang said, "As long as you don't go wrong along the road, you should be fine."

The group fell silent for a while, and headed on their way.

At this time, several months have passed since they left Shire. The dwarves and Anyang and Baggins are gradually getting acquainted with each other, and as the Turin day is getting closer, they have to speed up their pace.

About three hours later, Dolly, the eldest of the three dwarf brothers, was the first to experience hallucinations.

So, the expedition took a break for a while, and after they set off again, the song of the vast and distant Lonely Mountain rang out in the forest, followed by an unknown dwarf folk song, hardly stopping.

Singing can maintain a good mental state, and it is indeed beneficial to help them resist the erosion of illusion. This kind of phantom power that spreads all over the forest is not really strong, but the boring state during the trip gave it an opportunity. In addition, this deep path has no end, and the colors are suppressed, making the dwarfs with impetuous moods unavoidable. A bit of anxiety arose. As long as these can be solved, the erosion of the illusion can be prevented to a large extent.

After confirming that this was really useful, Anyang no longer let the dwarves hurry, but let them keep looking for things to distract their attention and keep their hearts relaxed and happy.

At first the singing was still chorus, but later I felt that it was too bad for my voice, so everyone sang a song, one by one, including the Hobbit.

And Anyang walked in front and listened silently.

Even though the dwarves are big and three thick, and they have a savage smell with no manners, their artistic talent is still good, especially in terms of singing - most of their songs are strong and powerful, with rich tunes and great ideas, but their national culture is slightly different. It is thin and not rich enough. The result is that the style of music sounds a little monotonous, and the singing and singing are all in the same style, which can probably be classified as a genre.

When it was the Hobbit's turn who liked to read books and drink tea, he shyly declined, but he couldn't beat the dwarves, so he was forced to sing.

Compared with the songs of the dwarves, the songs of Baggins are much more subtle and artistic, with a little less momentum. At the same time, his singing talent is not as strong as that of the dwarves.

"Hey, it's your turn, wandering wizard," Bumble shouted from behind.

"Huh?" Anyang was taken aback.

"It's up to you, I said, everyone has already sung it, you're the only one who didn't," Bumble said.

"Yeah, wandering wizard, it's your turn." Kili agreed.

"Don't be fooled." Fei Li also followed.

"Don't sing." Anyang curled his lips, "I am a dignified sixth-order scholar, and I will not be affected by this mere illusion, let alone find any way to distract your attention, you can just sing, and I will be the host for you. "

"No, everyone has to sing!" the dwarves insisted.

"Yeah, everyone sang."

"You can't be fooled!"

At this time, the hobbit asked weakly from behind: "Excuse me, what do you mean by a sixth-order scholar?"

Anyang was like a rescuer, ignoring the words of the dwarves and replying, "As the name suggests, he is someone who has researched knowledge and techniques."

"Very research..." Baggins closed his mouth.

The dwarves also cast some strange glances at him, but no one came forward to expose him.

Anyang felt extremely embarrassed.

Damn system, you give me back my strength and my reputation!

"You still sing!" said the dwarves.

"Rejection!" Anyang said decisively, "I must keep my attention, otherwise if we lead the wrong way, we will be doomed!"

Seeing that the dwarves couldn't beat him, they ignored him and sang again from the first person.

I don't know how long it took to sing, but I was probably tired of singing, and my emotions were aroused. The dwarves began to chat and laugh, exposing each other's embarrassing things as Anyang said, causing everyone to laugh.

When they couldn't think of any new and interesting embarrassing things, everyone got tired of laughing and agreed to tell each other stories. Some people say that their life is worth recording, some people say that they have heard fantastic stories, some people talk about the classics they have read in books...

In the end, even Anyang got involved and told them an ultra-traditional oriental story - Journey to the West.

Even if he only intended to give a rough outline, it ended the story Solitaire. Because this story is too long, everyone doesn't need to say more, just immerse in his gentle and calm voice, time will pass quietly, and the road ahead will be slowly shortened and left behind.

Anyang soon felt dry mouth, which made him a little regretful. If he knew this, he would not open his mouth at all, or just talk about what he had seen and heard in other worlds. Anyway, with his experience, he would not worry about finding it. to storytelling.

Stories are all over the place!

"Sun Wukong was pressed by the Western Heaven Buddha under the Five Elements Mountain that blocked the border!" Anyang said, licking his lips, looking up at the top of his head, the brightly colored leaves were densely packed, almost covering the sky, only a few tiny threads The light stubbornly passed through the branches and leaves and penetrated.

"And then? The monkey won't die, right? He has the power of God!" Feili said.

"Or does the story end here?" Kili also frowned, "Since the Five Elements Mountains can block the borders of the country, even if the gods are suppressed below, they can't live, right?"

"Idiot, didn't the wandering wizard say that the monkey has the ability to die!"

Hearing their quarrel, Anyang couldn't help but sighed, and was about to continue speaking when he suddenly heard a movement in the distance, or it was coming from a tree branch, which made his face change.

"Get up, something is coming!"

"what?"

The dwarves immediately picked up their weapons and looked around as if facing the enemy, but they could not find any trace of the enemy.

Anyang glanced up, then turned to stare at them: "Have you touched something on the side of the road before, such as the spider web on the previous section of the road, or something else?"

Baggins trembled and said in fear, "It can't be something drawn by those spider webs, right?"

"Huh? Did you touch those nets?"

"Before...when I was urinating...I accidentally spilled on those nets, shouldn't that be the reason?"

"..." Anyang took a deep breath, "I clearly told you not to touch anything on the side of the road, any of those things may bring disaster to us!"

"Disaster?" Thorin frowned. "Can we handle it?"

"What now?" Baggins asked.

"Get ready to fight, no matter if you can handle it or not, you can't just sit back and wait." Anyang said, "Qili, bow and arrow, we are in charge of shooting, you close combat, see if you can block those things."

"Yes... is it a big spider?"

"Yes."

As soon as the voice fell, a scream was heard from above, and a behemoth suddenly swooped down from the top.

Everyone's color suddenly changed: "Avoid!"

Then, before the big monster completely fell to the ground, an arrow left the string and shot into its body with a puff.

"Bang!"

It landed on the path dully, like a huge spider, extremely ferocious.

"It's not over yet!" Anyang shouted.

Sure enough, one giant spider after another came madly from the branches in the distance, like a wolf who smelled blood, made a shrill sound and began to attack the expedition.

Arrows shot out of Anyang's hands, all of them hit their heads accurately, and almost one arrow was taken away.

But there are too many spiders, and it is not easy for other dwarf warriors to resist them, and the spider corpses gradually pile up, which also causes trouble for their sight.

Until an arrow came from the distant jungle—

"Whoosh!"

The arrow was shot from the back of a giant spider, and with seemingly unstoppable force, it went straight out of the spider's mouth in half.

"Bang!"

The spider fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Sorin in front of it heaved a sigh of relief, but looking at the arrow that penetrated the spider, his expression became even more solemn.

The elves of this forest... come!

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