Black Forest.

Anyang walked in the front, with dwarfs and hobbits following him, stepping on the dead branches and leaves that had accumulated for many years under his feet, making rustling sounds, taking a deep breath, full of decay and strange aura.

"This forest seems to be sick," said Baggins. "This is not the case with a normal forest!"

"Okay, don't waste your energy on those unreasonable speculations." Anyang said, looking deep into the forest, "This is not an ordinary green forest. The air of this forest is full of illusions. It will erode your will and lead you astray. So be sure to be energetic and cannot be affected by those illusions in any case. More importantly, you must follow the road, otherwise once you step into the vast forest, you may never find the way."

"Wait, do you mean this forest has magic?"

"It's not just magic." Anyang walked along the stone path step by step with a solemn expression. "Perhaps 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 imagined!"

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

"Who is the evil creature?" Baggins said.

"You will know." An Yang whispered, and then said, "When you feel affected by an illusion or hear someone whispering in your ears, be sure to say it in time so that we can find some ways to fight it."

"What's the solution?"

"Well, for example, singing a song, telling some jokes, or something, if you are interested, you can also tell each other's embarrassing things to each other and motivate everyone's emotions."

"Don't do this. You are a wizard. Is there no way to belong to a wizard?" Feili looked speechless.

"This is the method that belongs to the wizard." An Yang shrugged, hesitated, and added, "And I'm not sure whether it works, I can only try it. It should... be effective, right?"

When everyone heard him say this, they looked speechless.

"My man, Gandalf entrusted us to you before leaving. You can't be so irresponsible!"

"Think about what other witchcraft you know!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Anyang said, "As long as you don't make any mistakes along the road, there should be no accident."

The group suddenly fell silent and rushed to the road.

At this time, several months have passed since leaving Shire. The dwarves, Anyang and Bakins have gradually become familiar with each other. As Turin Day gradually approaches, they have to speed up.

About three hours later, the eldest, Duoli, the three Dwarf brothers, was the first to hallucinate.

So, the expedition team took a temporary rest. After setting off again, the song of the vast and distant lonely mountain sounded in the forest, followed by the unknown short people's ballad, which almost stopped.

Singing can maintain a good mental state, which is indeed helpful to help them resist the erosion of illusions. This illusion power that is spread throughout the forest is actually not strong, but the boring state of travel gives it an opportunity to take advantage of it. In addition, this deep path has never been able to go to, and the color is suppressed, which makes the dwarfs with impetuous minds feel a little anxious. As long as these can be solved, the erosion of illusions can be prevented to a large extent.

After confirming that this was indeed useful, Anyang no longer lets the dwarves rush on their way, but lets them keep looking for things to distract themselves and keep their hearts relaxed and happy.

At first, I sang chorus, but later I felt that this was too bad, so I changed to each person singing a song, one by one, including the Hobbit.

And Anyang walked ahead and listened silently.

Although the dwarves are all big and thick, and they are full of barbaric smells of ignorance, they have good artistic talent, especially in singing, their singing is mostly thick and powerful, with rich melodies and a grand idea. However, the national culture is a bit thin and not rich enough. The result is that the music style sounds a bit monotonous, and the same style is sung and can be roughly classified into the same genre.

When it was the turn of the Hobbit who loved reading books and drinking tea, he refused shyly, but he couldn't resist the dwarves and was forced to show his singing voice.

Compared with the singing of the dwarves, the songs that Baggins sang are much more subtle and literary, with less momentum. At the same time, his talent for singing is really not as strong as that of the dwarves.

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

"Hmm?" Anyang was stunned.

"It's your turn, I said, everyone has already sang it, and you are the only one who doesn't sing it." Bangbo said.

"Yes, Wandering Wizard, it's your turn." Qili echoed.

"Don't cheat." Philip also said.

"Not singing." An Yang curled his lips, "I am a sixth-level scholar, and I will not be affected by this mere illusion, let alone find any way to distract myself. You just sing, I will be the host for you."

"No, everyone has to sing!" said the dwarf stubbornly.

"Yes, everyone sang."

"You are not allowed to cheat!"

At this time, the Hobbit asked weakly behind him: "What does the sixth-order scholar mean?"

Anyang suddenly felt like he was rescued, and directly ignored the words of the dwarves and replied: "As the name suggests, it is a person who is very knowledgeable in both knowledge and magic."

"Very research..." Baggins shut up.

The dwarves also cast some strange eyes at him, but no one stood up to expose him.

Anyang suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

Damn the system, you give me strength and reputation!

"You'd better sing!" said the dwarf.

"Reject!" Anyang decisively blocked the railway. "I must keep my attention, otherwise once I lead the wrong way, we will be doomed!"

Seeing that the dwarves could not resist him, they ignored him and started singing from the first person again.

I don’t know how long I sing, but I was tired of singing and my emotions were motivated. The dwarves began to talk and laugh, revealing each other’s embarrassing things as Anyang said, which made everyone laugh.

When everyone was tired of laughing and agreed to tell stories to each other. Some people said that their lives are worth recording, some people said that they had heard of fantasy stories, and some people told the classic works they had read in books...

In the end, even Anyang participated and told them a super traditional Eastern story, Journey to the West.

Even though he only planned to tell a rough idea, he still ended the story. Because the story was too long, it was so long that everyone didn't have to say more. Just immerse himself in his gentle and plain voice, time passed quietly little by little, and the road ahead slowly shortened under his feet and was thrown behind him.

Anyang soon felt dry mouth, which made him regret it. If he had known this, he would have simply not spoken or just told him what he saw and heard in other worlds. Anyway, with his experience, he would not have to worry about not being able to find a story to tell.

There are stories all over my body!

"Sun Wukong was pressed by the Buddha of the West to the bottom of the Five Elements Mountain that blocked the border!" An Yang said so, licking his lips, looking up at the top of his eyes, the brightly colored leaves were densely packed, almost covering the sky, and only a few tiny light passed through the branches and leaves, and penetrated.

"What happened later? The monkey won't die, right? He has the power of God!" Fei said.

"Or it will end here?" Qili also frowned, "Since the Five Elements Mountain can block national borders, even if God is pressed down below, it will not be able to survive?"

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

When Anyang heard them quarrel, he couldn't help but sigh. He was about to continue talking, but suddenly he heard something moving in the distance, but it was still coming from the branches, which changed his face.

"Come on, something is coming!"

"What?"

The dwarves immediately picked up their weapons and looked around like they were facing a great enemy, but they could not find any trace of the enemy.

Anyang looked up and then turned to stare at them: "Have you touched things on the roadside before, such as the spider web on the road before, or something else?"

Baggins trembled and said in fear: "It's not what those spider webs are attracted to?"

"Hmm? Have you touched those networks?"

"I accidentally spilled it on those nets before...when I was peeing, I probably didn't have that reason?"

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

"Disaster?" Thorin frowned, "Can we deal with it?"

"What should I do now?" Baggins said.

"Prepare for the battle. No matter whether you can deal with it or not, you can't sit still and wait for death." Anyang said, "Qili, bow and arrow, we are responsible for shooting. You are in close combat to see if you can block those things."

"Is it...a big spider?"

"yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream coming from above, and a giant suddenly swooped down from the top.

Everyone suddenly changed their qualities: "Do not!"

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

"Bang!"

It fell dullly on the trail, like a huge spider, extremely ferocious.

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

Sure enough, giant spiders rushed wildly from the branches in the distance, like a vicious wolf who smelled the smell of blood, making sharp and harsh sounds and began to attack the expedition.

Arrows shot out from Anyang's hands, all hitting their heads accurately, and almost took one away with one arrow.

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

Until an arrow shot from the distant dense forest

"Swoosh!"

The arrow shot in from the back of a giant spider, and with an seemingly unstoppable force, it penetrated half of the spider's mouth.

"Bang!"

The spider fell to the ground and made a muffled sound.

Thorin in front of it breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the arrow that penetrated the spider, his face became even more serious.
Chapter completed!