Chapter 237: Ogre? A Higher Level Monster (1/2)

Chapter 237 Trolls? Higher-level trolls

The rain poured down, and the road became extremely muddy.

The pony's movement slowed down, and the expedition team was soaked.

"Mr. Gandalf, can you take care of these floods?" Dori said.

"A little wisdom?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "If he had this ability, we wouldn't have been soaked for more than three hours."

Gandalf shrugged, "If you want to change the weather, you have to find other wizards."

"Are there other wizards?" Bilbo asked curiously.

"There are five in total. The highest-ranking one is Saruman, the white wizard. There are two blue wizards, but I forgot their names."

"Who is the fifth one?"

"It's Radagast, the brown wizard."

"Is he very powerful? Or is he like you?"

"I think he is a unique wizard with a gentle personality and is willing to associate with forest animals."

"Ha, this reminds me of a... friend of mine." Aaron's mind suddenly emerged with the image of Hagrid, but he played more colorfully and liked to associate with huge, furry creatures, such as three-headed dogs and eight-eyed giant spiders.

"The brown wizard looks after the vast forest in the east. Fortunately, he has it, because evil is always looking for a foothold."

"What magic are you good at, Gandalf?" Aaron asked.

"Me?" Gandalf smacked his cigarette holder, and a hazy white halo flickered on his wand. "I can barely be considered a magician of light."

Feeling the holiness and purity of the light, Aaron thought, "Maybe you should change into white clothes, white is worthy of your magic."

"That won't work, I can't compare to Saruman." Gandalf shook his head indifferently, "Only when the magic power reaches that level can you be promoted to a white robe wizard."

"But, Gaius, I'm more curious about what magic you are good at?"

Aaron laughed, then took out the 'ancestral magic wand', "Look at my magic wand, and compare it with yours, you will know that I don't know anything."

"But you don't look like you don't know anything." Gandalf raised his eyebrows at Aaron, "The wizard's intuition is sometimes very accurate."

"What can I say to make you believe it?" Aaron said a little tired.

This is an old bastard who has lived for who knows how long, it is probably impossible to hide it from him.

But how long can be concealed, how deep can be hidden.

It's okay to expose a little bit of strength, but if all strength is exposed, Gandalf may assign him some unnecessary tasks, powerful enemies, and then it will not be worth the loss.

Judging from the fact that he used Bilbo's Bag End to entertain the dwarves, he is not incapable of doing such a thing that harms others and does not benefit himself.

"I won't believe you no matter what you say." Gandalf smiled like an old fox, "Nothing is more worth looking forward to than the appearance of the sixth wizard."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "Whatever you think!"

"By the way, I'd like to ask, do wizards have enemies?"

"This..." Gandalf hesitated for a while, "This kind of thing is not suitable for a child like you to know."

"Then there are." Aaron sighed. He originally thought that there were only a few wizards in this world, and the threat to him was not that big.

As long as he keeps calm and does not waste time, returning home safely is a foregone conclusion.

But now he has to be more careful. Wizards are not without enemies, and even Dumbledore-style wizards like Gandalf find it difficult.

Gandalf heard Aaron's sigh and thought he was scared, so he comforted him immediately: "Don't worry about anything, wizards also have allies.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and hobbits are all allies of wizards."

Hearing this, Aaron did not feel relieved at all, but felt under great pressure.

"Gandalf, you are really good at comforting people.

I thought that wizards only had a few enemies, but now it seems that I was wrong. The enemies are at least competing with these forces."

Gandalf:......

"There is no need to think so much." Bilbo said indifferently, "That kind of thing is still far away from us!"

"Yes!

A word awakened the dreamer!" Aaron suddenly realized that he was now a little-known person, and as long as he continued to keep a low profile, he would not be taken seriously by those so-called enemies.

......

The expedition team arrived at a plain.

Thorin stopped in front of a shabby hut.

"We'll camp here tonight.

Fili, Kili, you take care of the ponies and stay with them.

Oin, Gloin, you make the fire."

Gandalf walked into the hut and murmured inexplicably, "A farmer's family once lived here."

"I think it's best to move on." Gandalf suggested to Thorin, "We can continue to move forward into the valley."

"I told you, I won't go near that place."

"Is there anything in that place?" Aaron asked.

Thorin paused and said coldly, "It's a guy I hate."

"But the elves will help us. We can get food, lodging and advice."

"I don't need their advice."

"King Elrond can help us interpret the map." Gandalf tried to persuade Thorin, but he was completely unmoved and even a little angry.

"Help us?" Thorin looked ugly and said disdainfully, "Did the elves help us when the dragon attacked Eruber?

The orcs plundered Moria and desecrated our temple, and the elves still watched coldly.

You actually want me to ask the people who betrayed my grandfather and my father."

"You are not them. I give you the key and the map not to let you remember the hatred."

"You have no right to keep them." Thorin said. The map and the key were left to him by his father, and Gandalf was just keeping them for him.

"Well... Excuse me, let me say something fair!" Aaron took a deep breath, "Putting aside the national hatred, it is a favor to help you in some things, and it is my duty not to help you.

Thorin, Smaug attacked Erebor, and the dwarves must have resisted, but what was the result?

Your grandfather led the army to attack Moria, but what was the result?

This is not a small fight. There is no reason for the elves to pay such a heavy price for the dwarves' homeland."

Gandalf nodded, "It's a rough truth, that's the truth."

"But they shouldn't stand by and watch." Thorin gritted his teeth and said, "I don't expect them to support weapons and armor, nor do I expect them to provide any supplies, let alone send a large army to join the battle.

But they watched from the sidelines when we left our homes. That indifferent look and indifferent attitude were more deeply rooted in people's hearts than a disastrous defeat.

From then on, they were no longer allies, at least to For me, it's not. "

"I understand." Aaron pondered, "I don't have your experience, so I'm not qualified to tell you such a truth."

"It's good to know."

"But I still want to persuade you to keep going."

"What?" Thorin looked at Aaron angrily, "Wasn't what I said just now clear enough?"

"It's very clear, but it doesn't conflict with moving forward." Aaron pointed to the dilapidated hut, his expression became a little solemn, "Look carefully, the door was hit hard, the house is crooked, and there are several big holes in the windows, walls, and ceiling.

This doesn't look like a natural disaster, but it looks like it was attacked by some giant creature. The original owner of the house is probably in danger."

"That's right.

Thorin, this place is not as safe as it looks."

Thorin was silent for a few seconds, and a smile appeared on his face, "I still decided to camp here."

"Why?" Gandalf asked puzzled.

"This is just a thirteen-year-old's speculation, without any basis.

Even if it is true, it must have happened a long time ago, judging by the dilapidated state of this house."

"Okay!" Aaron pursed his lips, "Listen to the leader.

But Thorin, I must remind you that those who don't listen to my advice will generally suffer."

"Didn't you say you lost your memory?" Thorin asked with a half-smile.

"I remember some of it, isn't it?"

Gandalf was so angry that his mouth twitched, and he turned and left.

"Is everything all right?" Bilbo, who was taking care of the pony, saw him angry and couldn't help asking, "Gandalf, where are you going?"

"To find the only rational person in the team."

"Who is it?"

"Myself, Mr. Baggins, I'm really fed up with the dwarves today."

Looking at the figure walking farther and farther away, Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "Look how angry you made him?"

"He will be back." Thorin didn't care, but looked at Bombur, "Come on! Bombur, we are hungry."

The dwarves built a bracket on several campfires, put the pot on it, and boiled the broth.

Aaron could smell the fragrance, but he felt that he had no appetite when he saw the gray soup in the pot, so he simply asked for some meat and prepared his own dinner.

As night fell, the dwarves had prepared dinner, but almost everyone turned their eyes to Aaron, especially the largest one.

Slurp!

Bombur wiped his saliva, "Noli, I'm hungry."

"Eat when you're hungry." Noli handed a bowl of stew to Bombur, "You have a big appetite, I gave you a little more."

"You know what I'm talking about?"

"You're embarrassed to ask a child for food?" Noli said with disdain, "Don't embarrass the dwarves."

"Aren't you watching too?

It smells so good, I haven't smelled it for years."

"That's just a little too much seasoning." Bilbo breathed in the fragrance in the air, "It's the same when I make kebabs, but not so exaggerated."

"Mr. Baggins, you can eat."

"Here I am." Bilbo immediately put down the bowl of soup in his hand and ran to Aaron quickly.

"Don't look at it." Nori patted Bombur's belly speechlessly, "The mushrooms and seasonings are provided by Baggins, there is no share for you."

"How about letting Gaius cook for the next meal!"

"No, a dwarf actually wants a child to help cook, where will he put his face when he tells others about it!

You should learn from Thorin, and then look at Balin and Dwalin, they act very calm!"

Hearing this, Bombur swallowed his saliva with a sad heart, picked up the bowl and ate with big mouthfuls of the skewers.

The others also retracted their gazes and ate their stews silently.

"Gaius, I didn't know you were such a good cook." Bilbo ate a skewer of roast meat and gave a thumbs up while eating, "Much better than me."

"My ancestors were cooks." Aaron said modestly, "I only learned a little bit."

"How come your ancestors have everything?"

"Uh... Who knows? Maybe it's just out of interest."

After a simple dinner, Aaron and Bilbo walked to Nori and each brought a bowl of stew.

But they didn't eat it themselves, but for Fili and Kili.

The two of them had to take care of the ponies and were not in the camp, so they could only rely on the fastest thief in the team to deliver it.

However, when they delivered the meal, they saw the two dwarf brothers standing there in a daze, looking even more confused.

"What's wrong?" Bilbo asked.

"We should watch the ponies." Kili said.

"But there was a small problem."

"There should have been sixteen ponies, but now there are only fourteen."

"What?"

Aaron looked forward in astonishment and found that his horse was still there. Although he was angry, he was relieved.

"How did you do things? You could just watch the horses disappear?"

The dwarf brothers looked at each other awkwardly and walked forward to check.

"Daisy and Bongo are missing." Qili said.

"You don't have to tell me, I can see it." Aaron's eyes flashed with a solemn look, "The question is how they disappeared."

"The big tree was uprooted, and there were huge footprints on the ground.

What I was worried about happened. The creatures that attacked the farmer's family didn't leave here at all. They are nearby."

"This is not good, it's terrible. That thing is big and dangerous." Bilbo said with some concern, "Don't tell Thorin?"

"No, don't let him worry." Fili was a little reluctant, "As our thief, maybe you should investigate."

"I can't agree with this." Aaron shook his head, "Before you can't be sure whether you can defeat the enemy, it is necessary to tell the leader, at least let them be a little vigilant."

"Look, there are lights." Fili suddenly lowered his voice, and then waved to a few people, "Come here."

Several people stepped over several broken trees lightly, and cautiously lowered their bodies to look at the campfire not far away.

Exaggerated laughter came from the campfire, which made Aaron instantly think of the troll.

"What is that?" Bilbo asked nervously.

"Trolls," Qili said.

Just as he was about to move forward, Aaron pressed him down with one hand, "Calm down, there's no point in figuring out what's going on over there!"

Before he finished speaking, Fili jumped out.

Having stopped his younger brother but not his older brother, Aaron had no choice but to let go of his hand and followed him against his will.

After running for dozens of meters, the four of them hid behind a big tree, acting very cautiously.

Two trolls were around the campfire. They were as tall as trolls, but much fatter, and their intelligence was higher than that of trolls, and they could even speak human language.

At this time, the woods rustled, and the third troll walked by, holding a pony in each of his two sturdy arms.

Aaron looked at the white pony in his right hand, his face darkened instantly, and he was immediately furious.

He dared to catch my horse, he must be tired of living!