Chapter 239: One Vs. Two, Negotiating with the Ogre (1/2)

Chapter 239: One vs. Two, Negotiating with the Trolls

Puff!

Black blood rushed into the sky.

Aaron pulled out his dagger, did a beautiful backflip, and landed like a superhero.

The thin Troll screamed in pain and threw Bombur out.

He covered his head, staggered a few steps, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.

This scene shocked everyone present.

The dwarves were stunned, but the next moment they cheered.

In their opinion, although Aaron was bigger than them, he was just a child, a not-so-qualified thief.

But they never expected that his fighting power was so high. Although it was a sneak attack, it was a remarkable achievement to kill a Troll.

Bilbo was even more confused and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He had never seen such a perverted human before, and he was a thirteen-year-old child. Could it be that everything in the book was a lie?

"You killed Tom." The ogre who was turning the grill reacted and glared at Aaron with fierce eyes.

"Don't worry, Om, he's not dead." The ogre wearing an apron knocked the grill with the spoon in his hand, "Is it, Tom?"

Tom turned his head with difficulty, tears falling down, and said in an extremely weak voice: "It hurts, it hurts so much."

"You see, I said he didn't die!

But the injury is too serious, it will probably not heal in a month or two."

"The blood bar is really thick, piercing the top of the head won't kill him."

Aaron secretly complained, and had a new understanding of the difficulty of the ogre.

But his goal was achieved. Although the ogre didn't die, it also lost its fighting ability and could not move for a short time.

"Humans, or children?" The apron-wearing ogre looked at the dwarves on the grill, "You are in the same group with them."

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong." Aaron waved his hand, "I don't know them, I just want to kill you."

"What are you talking about?"

"That's right, Gaius, you are our thief."

"You signed the contract."

.......

The dwarves were indignant and expressed great anger at Aaron for betraying their team.

"A bunch of idiots!" Aaron was a little upset. Taking the initiative to admit his identity was equivalent to providing the ogre with more than a dozen hostages.

"You'll get used to it." Bilbo shook his head, "It's hard to get used to it though.

Wait, didn't I ask you to go find Gandalf?"

"Gandalf will definitely come back, but I have to make sure you're still alive before he comes back.

Luckily I didn't leave. You can't delay like this. You're skinning them. Why don't you say you have cramps?"

"In fact, I was going to say they have worms and you'll get sick if you eat them."

"Are you talking about parasites?" Groin said unhappily.

"We don't have parasites." Qili shouted loudly, "You do!"

"You can't stop others from wanting to be eaten." Aaron said speechlessly, "You can just say put them down, massage them gently, dilate the blood vessels, and make the meat more tender and smooth.

Or wash them with warm water, so they'll be chewy and won't get stuck in your teeth."

"Really?" Om the troll wiped his saliva and was about to untie the bag.

Bang!

A spoon hit him on the head.

The ogre wearing an apron said angrily: "He is lying to you, can't you hear it?"

"But I think what he said makes sense."

"No matter whether he makes sense or not, catch him first."

"That's right." The ogre Om nodded and rushed towards Aaron.

"This knife is really not easy to use!"

Aaron shook off the blood stains on the knife, dodged sideways at the moment when Om rushed over, and chopped his thigh with a knife.

While the opponent staggered, he jumped onto the opponent's back with amazing physical fitness, and a silver light flashed in his hand, cutting off a piece of black flesh and blood.

The ogre wailed and threw Aaron down, then touched the black blood on his back, and immediately roared: "I will peel off your skin and pull out your tendons, break your bones and stew them into soup."

"This is really uncivilized, but I shouldn't expect you to have any quality."

After the voice fell, Aaron took the initiative to attack, holding a giant short knife and diving forward.

Om subconsciously made a grabbing motion, and Aaron leaned back. The short knife cut through a layer of grayish-white skin and then fell into his hand again.

Black blood gushed out of the circular wound. Before Om could react, the second knife slashed the back of his knee.

Bang!

Om knelt on one knee and then screamed and grabbed.

Aaron took advantage of the situation and jumped onto the opponent's arm, stabbing it hard with the short knife in his hand.

"Ah!"

Om screamed in pain. Aaron was much stronger than the dwarf, and he used the weapon of the ogre, and easily nailed his arm to the ground.

"What are you still looking at? Come and help."

The apron-wearing ogre reacted and rushed over with his huge short legs.

Aaron pulled out his large dagger and ran two steps along Orm's arm to the top of his head.

The dagger pierced his back and chopped down, leaving a long black blood mark on his body.

This injury was not fatal to the ogre, but it was extremely painful.

Orm shouted loudly, "How dare you peel my skin."

"Good fight." Kili shouted excitedly.

"That's how it should be." Dwalin laughed.

The other dwarves also cheered and even Thorin and Balin had a smile on their faces.

"Can you shut up?" Aaron said speechlessly, "Don't bother me at this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large fist came to his face.

Without time to raise the knife, Aaron clenched his fist and swung it hard.

Bang!

Aaron flew backwards for more than ten meters before he managed to stabilize his body, and the apron-wearing ogre also took a half step back.

The ogre blew his fist to try to relieve the burning pain on the back of his hand.

Aaron was a bit more miserable, with his right arm drooping.

"Gaius, are you okay?" Bilbo asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Aaron pressed his right arm with his left hand and pressed hard.

Gada!

After his right arm was reattached, Aaron took a deep breath, moved it briefly, and picked up the giant dagger that fell on the ground.

"You are not human." The apron-wearing ogre helped his companion up and asked Aaron with vigilance.

"That's right, humans can't be that fast." Orm used his few wisdoms, "I know, it must be a hybrid of human and elf."

"Impossible, if it's a hybrid, it won't have such great strength." The apron-wearing troll retorted, "and he doesn't have pointed ears."

"Uh... Don't make random guesses, I'm a real human, not a hybrid."

"What the book says is really a lie." Bilbo muttered, Aaron is several times stronger than the humans he saw in the book.

The two trolls looked at each other and caught Bilbo.

One of them pinched Bilbo's head, and the other grabbed his legs, and then looked at Aaron triumphantly.

"Put down your weapons, or we'll tear him apart."

"Gan! The most worried thing has happened." Aaron sighed helplessly, and then raised the weapon in his hand.

The corners of the two trolls' mouths just raised, but Aaron's next words made them stunned, "Put down your weapons, do you think I'm stupid?"

"What did you say?" The troll wearing an apron was a little unbelievable, "Don't you care about the life and death of your companions?"

"Companions are important, but will you let us go if you put down your knives?"

"Of course not, do you know how difficult it is to eat some meat?" Orm said as a matter of course.

"That's why I won't put down the knife, this is the bargaining chip!" Aaron said meaningfully, then walked to Tom and put the knife on his neck.

"For example.

Put Bilbo down, or I'll send him to see..." Halfway through his words, Aaron remembered that there might not be God in this world, and immediately changed his words, "Or I'll send him to death."

The two trolls were dumbfounded, and the hostages in their hands didn't seem to be that useful.

The two let go at the same time, and Bilbo fell to the ground.

"Very good, put out the fire."

"This..."

Om was still hesitating, while the ogre wearing an apron poured a pot of soup on the fire.

"Let them go now."

"Impossible, you only have one hostage, and we have fourteen."

Puff!

Aaron pushed the dagger in his hand forward half an inch, and a black blood line appeared on Tom's neck.

The ogre, whose head was opened, widened his eyes, "Ram, Om, do you want to watch me die?"

"But this is not fair." The ogre wearing an apron (Ram) shook his head, "One person can only exchange for one hostage."

Squeak!

The dagger slowly crossed Tom's neck, and the black blood flowed faster.

"I don't want to say it again."

Tom was trembling with fear, looking at the two good brothers with begging eyes.

"Switch or not?"

Ram was silent for a moment, "We can only swap four at most, no, three."

"No." Aaron said firmly.

"Human, don't push too far, this is the bottom line."

Aaron rolled his eyes. Negotiating with the not-so-smart ogres is definitely a brainwork. It is not easy to get their food from their mouths.

He was hesitating whether to use magic when he saw a figure in a gray robe running over. A smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay, I agree."

"No." Thorin said immediately, "I won't abandon any of them."

"Thorin, you should believe me now, I have a plan." Aaron said speechlessly, "All you have to do is lie down and don't anger them before the deal is completed. You know they have no brains."

Thorin wanted to say something, but Balin kicked him secretly and motioned him to look behind the troll.

When he saw a pointed hat passing by at dawn, he immediately realized that Gandalf was back and closed his mouth decisively.

"Have you chosen?" Ram said.

"Wait a minute, let me think about it!" Aaron made a thoughtful look, his eyes sweeping between Bilbo and the dwarves.

At this time, the gray-robed wizard finally climbed onto a huge stone. Under the illumination of dawn, his figure looked particularly sacred.

"Let the dawn conquer you." Gandalf held the staff and shouted loudly.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, can I eat it?"

Gandalf raised his staff and hit the boulder hard.

The boulder cracked in half, and the light of dawn shone into the dark depression and also shone on the troll.

The troll seemed to be burned by flames, the surface of the skin cracked, and the body exposed to the sun turned blue-gray, and finally turned into stone with a shrill scream.

The dawn light shone on the faces of the dwarves, and they cheered immediately.

Aaron threw away the weapon in his hand, knocked Tom who turned into stone, and couldn't help sighing: "Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt a little incredible when I saw it with my own eyes."

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful." Gandalf came over and looked at Aaron with a smile, "The intuition that day was indeed correct.

A human child who looks ordinary is actually able to fight two ogres. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it."

Aaron:......

This old bastard must have come a long time ago, fortunately he resisted using magic.

"Don't worry, I won't ask more questions that I shouldn't ask." Gandalf gave Aaron an "I understand" look, "I just need to know that you are a reliable teammate."

Aaron curled his lips. He didn't expect Gandalf to be so sensible that he didn't even need to make up a reason.

"Um...can you untie us first?" Bilbo said, "It's really uncomfortable to be tied in a bag."

"Got it." Aaron picked up the dwarf's weapons and rescued them one by one.

Gandalf knocked on the stone statue that the troll had turned into, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes while he smiled.

"Where have you been?" Thorin came over and asked.

"I went to explore the way ahead."

"Why did you come back?"

"I went back to ask." Gandalf said, "Fortunately, everyone is fine."

"Your thief... is not completely useless.

Although Bilbo is useless, he is courageous."

"And he knows how to delay time, and none of you thought of this."

"Maybe!" Thorin shrugged, "But the strength of the other person is something I didn't expect."

"As I said, the contribution they can make is beyond your imagination." Gandalf said calmly, "This is the foresight of the wizard."

"Gaius." Thorin looked at Aaron, "Who are you?"

"Uh... Anyway, I have nothing to do with elves."

"Of course you have nothing to do with elves . "Ballin walked over and said, "Thorin is asking about your identity. You are so strong that you don't even look like a human."

"Slander, this is naked slander." Aaron slapped the petrified troll indignantly, "This is disrespectful to my human parents."

"Then how come you are so strong? You can actually fight with trolls."

Aaron raised his head proudly and uttered four words, "Born with supernatural power."

"What about your swordsmanship?" Thorin asked, "There are not many elves who can achieve such skilled body movements and swordsmanship."

"My ancestors had knights, and as a descendant, it's not too much for me to learn a few tricks!"

Ballin and Thorin looked at each other, knowing that the other party was very likely making up stories, but they couldn't find a reason to refute.