The thunderstorm last night had already stopped, but the scene of stone giants fighting each other, which was comparable to the mountain, still stayed in the hearts of the dwarves and the hobbits. For this reason, they rushed to the road overnight under Anyang's persuasion, without rest. They only climbed over the mountain and stopped under a cliff, waiting for Gandalf to come and meet.

I was rushing for so many days in a row, and I watched the thrilling battle last night, and I didn't stop all night. Both the Dwarfs, the Hobbits, or Anyang were exhausted, so I was just taking advantage of this time to have a good rest.

So Anyang found a place to be backed by the mountain pine, and sat down like a useless man, with a soft and weak body.

"It's so tiring!" Devalin said, throwing down the battle axe.

"We should rest in the mountains and wait until dawn before setting off," said Bahrain.

"No." An Yang shook his head and explained, "I heard that there are traces of fairies at the mountain pass. There is probably a fairy kingdom hidden under the mountain. If I remember correctly, they and the dwarves have always been enemies, right?"

"Fairy?" Balin was stunned.

The other dwarves also looked thoughtful and no longer complained about the journey that had been traveling all night.

Anyang nodded, exhaled a long breath, and lay on the ground and looked at the members of the team one by one.

The night of tossing made them very tired. Even Thorin's face could see obvious fatigue, but he still insisted on his calmness and calmness, and did not dare to relax completely. The other dwarves were much more unbearable. After all, they didn't need to maintain the attitude of the leader at all times. Now most of them collapsed to the ground like Anyang, with an expression of "I'm already a useless person, so don't disturb me."

"This body... is really weak, and the fatigue value is too low." An Yang sighed helplessly.

Turning his head to look at Baggins on the side, the hobbit was already spread on the ground without any desires. He lowered his head, as if he could fall asleep at any time, and seemed to completely ignore the movements around him, and just wanted to think about life quietly.

The dwarves did not repair the mountains last night. In the original plot, Bilbo Baggins should have made up his mind to sneak away last night, but they accidentally fell into the underground kingdom of the goblins. Baggins also picked up the Lord of the Ring here...

But Anyang changed all this.

The expedition neither fell into the kingdom of the goblins, nor did Baggins find a chance to slip back to Rivendell. At the same time, he missed the Supreme Lord of the Rings. The plot is very different here. Even if the Supreme Lord of the Rings in "The Hobbit" does not become the absolute main line of the plot like in "The Lord of the Rings", it is also an important branch. The most important thing is that if Bilbo Baggins cannot get the Rings, Frodo Baggins in the Lord of the Rings will not be able to get the Rings. The situation may be completely different sixty years later.

For this world, the Supreme Lord Ring is the strongest magic weapon, which affects the fate of all life, but for Anyang, it is actually nothing. As long as he completes the task, it doesn't matter who the Supreme Lord Ring falls into.

The important thing is to speed up the task progress.

And... I don't know if Baggins still has the idea of ​​sneaking away now.

Anyang sighed at the hobbit.

He agreed to Gandalf.

Although it doesn't matter whether Baggins exists in the expedition now. He doesn't need a thief to steal Akanbals, he will kill Smaug directly!

The two brothers Fili and Qili, who were young and energetic, removed a pot under the command of Solin. One went to the stream to get some water, and the other took a sword to chop some broken branches from the pine trees as firewood, and then looked at Anyang.

"Mr. Wandering Wizard?"

"..." Anyang stretched out his hand and recited two spells in his mouth, and the pile of firewood ignited with a loud breeze.

After the water in the pot boiled, the two brothers Fili and Qili added some food to the pot, mostly pasta and convenient food. After the water was boiled into a paste, they added some wild vegetables to it, and then reluctantly took out the last bit of bacon from the package, cut a few slices with a knife, and thought about it, and cut two more into it.

The pot was steaming, and the meat smelled faintly, but the dwarves were extremely tired. Unless they had a big meal of fish and meat, it would be difficult to make them feel much appetite.

"Uncle, we don't have much food reserves anymore." Fili looked at Thorin with some embarrassment.

"Yes, we should find a place to supplement some dry food reserves," Qili also said.

"But we have entered the wasteland, and even wild animals are not easy to see. Where can we find a place to supply!" Bahrain said the situation was not optimistic. The food they brought was indeed not much left, mainly because the meat was gone, which made the dwarves and Anyang feel suffering every day.

"I'll pay attention to this," said Thorin. "Get up and eat something, and then I'll stand guard. You can have a little sleep and see if Gandalf can catch up."

"I won't eat anymore, I want to have a sleep right away." The Hobbit curled up, lowering his head after saying this.

"Eat some food to replenish your energy, otherwise you will only get more tired when you wake up after a while." Anyang picked up the bowl and scooped half a bowl of paste, walked to Bakins and handed it to him, gave him a smile, and then scooped a bowl of food himself and walked back, then sat next to him.

The dwarves also struggled to get up from the ground. Even if they were too tired, they knew that they had to eat, otherwise the harsh conditions along the way would eliminate them!

No one said anything, and each picked up the bowl, scooped half a bowl of pasty food, then walked back and lowered his head and drank silently.

They are all qualified wild survivors, knowing how to survive and knowing what they need. The fatigue at this time is because they relax. Otherwise, they can do it if they let them travel for a few more days!

Anyang looked at the group of dwarves, holding a bowl and waiting for the food to cool down slowly, and said, "Actually, they have rebuilt their homes on the Blue Mountains, living a life that is not prominent but can still make a dull life, and even have a family. But do you know why they still took the risk to take this trip?"

"Why?" Baggins asked blankly.

"Because in their lives, there are some things that are more important than their lives, so they took weapons without hesitation, and no complaints no matter what they encounter." An Yang said calmly, "Even if they fail, their lives will be a wonderful and regretless life, and they can be chanted, rather than repeating life like a walking corpse."

Baggins was silent and understood his intention.

"But if they succeed, they will become great men, and more importantly, they get what they want, overcome all the difficulties in the process, and prove their ability and courage." Anyang said, "I heard that some people died at a young age and were buried only when they were very old. Maybe they don't want to be such people."

"Actually, this is the meaning of adventure." Anyang said and looked at Baggins and asked, "What about you, what kind of life are you willing to live?"

Baggins looked at him, stammered, but didn't say anything.

At this time, Anyang finished drinking the food in the bowl in one mouthful, then raised his head and turned the wooden bowl over until there was no drop left. Then he looked at Qili who was packing the bowl and shouted: "Qili, come on!"

He threw the bowl over and was steadily caught by Qili.

Then he patted Baggins on the shoulder: "Get a good rest, the road is still long."

But Baggins looked up and asked, "Is it still so dangerous? I mean it's like the way we came."

Anyang turned to look at him, suddenly smiled, and said, "If you want to write down what you see and hear about this journey into a book after returning to Shire, then you'd better hope that the road ahead will be as exciting as before. After all, a mediocre travel story does not have the potential to become a classic! Even if you add Rivendell in."

Baggins looked at him and chose to remain silent again, which made him look even a little cowardly.

Anyang knew that he didn't change his mind so easily, just like the decision to leave was definitely not something he had made suddenly when his mind was hot, so he didn't urge him, just said to him: "I will protect you, but... if you just fear the hardships of this journey, then I have no choice."

After saying that, he returned to the pine tree, hugged the cross sword in his chest, closed his eyes and started taking a nap.

I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes, took out his cell phone and found out that he had only slept for three hours. Looking around, the camp was full of dwarves, snoring one after another, and only Solin stood on the whistle with his sword in his arms against a pine tree.

Putting away his phone, he walked to Thorin with his sword and said, "I'll come and see for a while. You need a rest too. We'll set off on time until noon."

"No, I'm fine," said Solin.

Anyang shrugged, looked not far away, and said, "Then I'll take a shower in the river over there."

"Go, be careful."

"Um."

Anyang picked up the branch stick he used as a staff and walked along the direction of the sound of water. After wading through mountains and rivers for so long, he was covered in smell. He really needed to take a good bath and relax his body.

The river was very shallow and could not be flooded half of his body, but because of the large difference in height, it was very turbulent and cold, it made him suspect that it was the snow water flowing down from the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Anyang inserted the cross sword on the shore, and threw the branches on the shore at will, then took off his coat and jumped into the river.

"Hiss...ah!"

At the beginning, the cold river water made him very uncomfortable, and he could even feel his heart contraction like a mortal, but after quickly getting used to it, he felt full of happiness.

I haven't taken a bath like this in a long time!

But halfway through the wash, he frowned, as if he had a vague ominous premonition.

Until a long howl of wolf sounds-

"Aowu..."

He jumped out of the river, wrapped himself in his coat, pulled up his cross sword, picked up the branches and ran towards the camp.

The orc is here!
Chapter completed!