Chapter 1187 Departure

Bud turned around and stared at him coldly.

Anyang also sat and looked at him, but his eyes kept glancing at the table: "You are a qualified marksman, but you don't want to confront a wizard."

This sentence is full of threats!

On the contrary, Bud smiled and said, "How do you know what I think, in case I am happy?"

Anyang shook his head, not wanting to speak too stiffly.

Bud turned and left, and Bane followed him. Only the expedition and Bud's two daughters were left in the room, which was uncomfortably quiet for a while.

"I don't know, but I can seem to sense that we've screwed up!" said the Hobbit.

"Yes." Anyang nodded.

"What about him, I think this sharp archer has a vain reputation. Like his ancestor Gillian, we don't need his participation at all. By tomorrow morning, take the black arrow and take the wind when no one is there. Unloaded, we can slay dragons ourselves!" said Dwalin.

"You nonsense, our father is very powerful!" These words came from Bud's eldest daughter.

Everyone glanced at her, but did not refute.

The room was quiet for a long time before a soft and weak voice finally came out: "Can wizards do tricks?"

Anyang turned his head to look, and saw that Bard's young daughter was looking at him with a little fear, with some curiosity in her eyes.

"Of course," he replied.

"Oh..." Sigrid whispered, then rolled her eyes, but said, "I don't believe it!"

Anyang smiled slightly, not knowing what the little girl was thinking, so he said, "What kind of trick do you want to see, I'll see if I can."

"what can you do?"

"It becomes a small butterfly, a small flame, a small bird, and if there are materials, you can also make fireworks, but unfortunately there are no."

"Then you become a little butterfly."

"Okay. Now, little butterfly." Anyang stretched out a hand, and a translucent pink butterfly was flying on it. The butterfly flapped its wings and flew to Sigrid's forehead, and then floated in the air again. of flying for two laps before disappearing.

The little girl kept her eyes wide open and looked at the butterfly with a glimmer of light in her eyes, including her eldest sister, Tilda also kept staring here, with a curious look in her eyes.

"Oh~ disappeared!" The little girl asked with a disappointed look on her face, "Apart from these, what else would a wizard do?"

"There will be more."

"Can you talk to animals?"

"Yes." Anyang looked at the little girl's big eyes, "I heard a fish on the way here saying that there is a prophecy circulating in Changhu City, which is about dwarves. I don't know if it lied to me!"

"How can fish deceive people?" said the little girl.

"Then have you heard of this prophecy?" Anyang asked.

The little girl didn't know how to answer.

On the contrary, it was her sister, Tilda, who seemed to have turned into a beautiful girl after thinking about it, and said, "There is such a prophecy. I seem to have heard Mrs. Rothian, who sells clothes next to me, say it."

"What did the prophecy say?"

"It seems like..." Tilda showed a thoughtful look, "When the dwarves appeared in Long Lake City, the Lord of Silver Spring... The King of Carved Stones... The King of the Mountain will return to the throne... It seems that there is still a treasure related to Lonely Mountain. I don't remember exactly."

"How's that fish?" asked Sigrid with wide eyes.

"I was eaten by this abominable dwarf." Anyang pointed at the fierce-looking Dwarin.

"Ah!" The little girl suddenly became more afraid of Dwarin. Dwarin was strong and bald on the top of his head. At first glance, he was not a good dwarf.

"Why did you push me, when everyone ate the fish," Dwalin complained, then added, "What do we do next? Keep making the two little girls happy here?"

"Of course not." Anyang stood up, threw the blanket on the chair at will, and picked up the pale golden elf spear, "I'll go out first to solve the eyeliner sent by the Lord of the Long Lake to monitor Bud, an hour later You set off for the Armory, grab your weapons and arrows, and prepare to go to the square to persuade the people of Great Lake City."

"What if you can't be convinced?"

"Come on!" Anyang said lightly.

The thirteen dwarves are all excellent warriors. If they are fully armed, they are comparable to dozens of well-trained human soldiers. The population of Long Lake City is not large, and the number of guards is not too exaggerated, even if there is a conflict. Suffering, coupled with him, it was easy to hold the city lord hostage in the army.

Anyang put on his clothes and went out.

"The Lord of the Rings" was born in the United Kingdom, and the story naturally borrowed the cultural background of ancient Europe.

However, the population of ancient Europe has always been small, and most of the troops followed the line of elite soldiers, rather than the line of violent soldiers of ancient China. These city guards are all professional soldiers. There are few cases of temporary conscription in ancient China, or the situation of going on horses to fight and dismounting to work in agriculture. Most of their soldiers are well-trained, and they are covered with fine armor. The difference between them and the civilians bigger.

Even if the soldier's personal quality is not high, the iron armor and the chain armor inside are not fake and shoddy, so it is much more difficult to deal with than ordinary soldiers in ancient China.

Anyang really took a lot of effort to solve one part and lead the other part away.

He climbed up to a random roof, avoided the city guards chasing him, and then wandered around the city at will, experiencing the style of the Great Lake City, which was adjacent to the Lonely Mountain and once glorious, when he When I walked slowly to the central square, I happened to meet Sorin's speech. The Great Lake City Lord was also there, with the city guards, but the dwarves were all fully armed, so he did not dare to give an order.

Anyang has no interest in listening.

Thorin is a real descendant of Durin, who came to reclaim the territory, and has language to open the way for him, it is not too easy to persuade this group of mortals who are greedy for the treasures of the Lonely Mountain.

Back at Bud's place, with only his three children at home, Bane glared at him.

Anyang only smiled at them, then calmed down, took out a stone from his arms, and held a piece of metal in one hand to carve something on it.

The tip of the knife shone with light, and the lines carved on the stone also glowed with a faint white light.

The children finally couldn't help it. The youngest Sigrid came over to look at it, and asked crisply, "Wizard, what are you doing?"

"I'm making a weapon."

"Are you going to fight a dragon? With this weapon," Sigaret asked.

"It wasn't ready when the fire dragon was fighting, so it was useless, but the evil army is coming, and I can use it to fight."

"Do you like to fight?"

"do not like."

"Then why are you still fighting?" The young Sigrid's eyes flashed with puzzled light.

"Because the evil half-orc army will destroy Middle-earth, they will destroy your homeland, no one can survive wherever they go, and I must defeat them." Anyang pondered, "There may be some things you can't understand yet. , but it's about...sometimes I do what I like to do, but sometimes, I do what I'm supposed to do."

Sigrid thought for a while, but still didn't understand, and said, "Like my father, I don't want to fight, and we don't want my father to fight fire dragons."

"No, that's not his nature." Anyang said, "He needs to get rid of your hopes before he can find his true self."

"You are a wizard, aren't you very powerful, why don't you defeat the fire dragon?" Baine said.

"I don't have the ability to defeat the fire dragon." Anyang smiled and shook his head, "But if I have a black arrow, I can."

"Aren't wizards omnipotent?"

"No no, wizards are human too, we are also stumped by problems, but the difference is that we will do everything we can to overcome problems, break free from shackles, and defeat enemies. So we are wizards, and we go further than other mortals. far." Anyang said to several children.

At this time, the eldest Tilda couldn't help but speak: "I heard that the wizards are all Maya from the sky who came down to earth, guarding Middle-earth with the body of a mortal."

"How do you know." Anyang was surprised.

"I heard what Uncle Keft said next to me." Tilda said, "Even Maya can't beat that fire dragon? If that's the case, why did you ask my dad to do this?"

"Maya uses the bodies of mortals, and their power is limited by their bodies, and when they descended to the mortal world, Vera also told them that they should not show their power too much in front of mortals." Anyang said to Di in a very gentle tone. Erda explained, "However, Maia has never been proud of her strength. What is more worthy of praise is their wisdom. Even if they are in a difficult situation, they can always find a way to get out."

"What about your way?" Bane asked dismissively.

"Your father." Anyang said, "I found the keeper of the black arrow, and I also found the shortcomings of the fire dragon."

At this moment, the wooden door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Bud walked in aggressively.

Anyang's expression was silent, he knew that Bard was behind the door, and Bard had been eavesdropping silently for a long time.

"Looks like my dwarf friends' speeches in the central plaza were successful." He shrugged.

"Your friends incited the people, and now the whole of Long Lake City supports them!" Bud sat on a chair and poured water, then said, "I didn't expect you to come back to me, our transaction has already been made. It's reached, it stands to reason that no matter where you go now, it doesn't matter to me, why are you bothering us?"

"As you can see, I expected that I would have an interesting conversation with your children, and they don't seem to have spoken to anyone like that in a long time. You seem to have trouble taking care of your children by yourself."

Bud looked at the children and was silent for a while.

At this time, the wooden door was pushed open again.

The dwarves filed in, and Dwarin, headed by them, said, "Mr. Wizard, you have such a thick skin that you actually came back here!"

"Mr. Devalin, as you can see, we have nowhere else to go. If we don't go back here, we can only spend the night by the wet and cold lake, but there is a stove here," Anyang said.

"That's what I thought, too," Dwarin said.

At this time, Anyang took out a few more silver coins from his arms and said to Bud, "Mr. Bud, can we stay overnight and buy you a dinner?"

Bud looked at them coldly.

The expedition team is still down.

At night, it was really cold in Changhu City, and the dwarves slept together on the floor of the living room all night. The wooden boards are not soundproof, and there have been voices coming from Bud's room next to him. Among them, Bud's voice is the main one, but also the voices of Bane and Tilda are mixed.

Early the next morning, he went out with the black arrow and the supplies, while the city lord of the Changhu took his soldiers to surround the windsurfer. Yesterday, he had promised to sponsor this thing to the descendants of Turin.

But as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Bud standing at the door with a gloomy face, and his three children were also surrounded by him.

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