Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 1050

Chapter 1050 1032. Warg Orc

Lan En and Qilin did not get too close to the small group of dwarves, because the other party was still wary.

It may cause unpleasantness if you rush there.

But on the other hand, the halfling on the other team seemed to get along well with the flannel ball.

"No, no, no! Velvet Ball, although the place I live in is a cave, it is definitely not a dirty, dull, wet, disgusting cave inhabited by snakes, insects, rats, and ants. Do you understand? A Huo A biter's hole means comfortable and neat.”

"Oh!" the kitten said in a tone of sudden understanding, "So you have decorated the cave?"

“That's it! It took our family several years to dig Bag End, and then it took a whole year to decorate it before people could live in it!”

Maybe it's because he is talkative, and the flannel ball's size, which is smaller than that of a hobbit, makes the other party less afraid and repulsive.

In short, the two guys were having a great time chatting next to each other.

“Do you smoke a pipe? Let me tell you, Hobbit Shire pipe grass is the best! It's simply art!”

As he said that, the halfling with big feet subconsciously dug into his body, but his face became stiff when he took out half of it.

"Oh, I forgot. I've been away from home for too long. I've run out of pipeweed."

“No one in the Hobbits has ever been away from home for so long as I have.”

He said in a depressed mood.

flannel ball didn't quite understand this emotion, but its paw patted his arm to comfort him.

“It's okay, meow, I don't smoke a pipe!”

“Nor can it smoke a pipe.”

Lan En walked over from the side, talking as he walked.

His relatively large size made the timid halfling suddenly sober and even a little embarrassed.

His mouth opened and closed, and his palms were sometimes closed in front of him and sometimes held behind his back, looking at a loss.

“Hello! Bilbo Baggins, at your beck and call!”

"Lan, you just heard it." The witcher nodded at him, "How about you, Master Baggins."

“Hobbit, is this your name?”

"Hobbits or halflings, you big people call us that, and it's all right."

Bilbo rubbed his hands on his coat a little nervously, but then he felt that his coat was stiff and his face became ugly.

Lann also noticed the large marks on Bilbo's coat.

“What are you?”

The hobbit looked embarrassed and muttered in a low voice.

“There was a troll just now, and he grabbed me and used me as a handkerchief to blow my nose.”

So this coat actually became hard because the troll's nose dried?

Lan En took half a step back without leaving a trace.

Bilbo also stepped back politely, with an understanding and unconcerned expression on his face.

Although the Hobbit himself felt embarrassed, his good-natured character still made him choose to worry about other people's feelings first.

This actually made Lan En feel like he started to like him.

The dwarves, who temporarily stopped because of the conversation between the two wizards and scattered around to rest and be on guard, still had many eyes falling on Lan En and the others.

There was much less hostility and wariness in these eyes, perhaps it was the role of Gandalf in their group.

But curiosity is always indispensable.

“Lan!” Far away in the grove, Radagast jumped up and waved his staff to make himself more visible among the lush shrubs and branches.

“Come here! We are both witnesses, come and talk to him too!”

The witcher nodded, first bowed his head and said "Excuse me" to the hobbit, and then walked in the direction of the two wizards.

"Mirkwood is sick! Gandalf! Corrupted by darkness!"

“We had expected this, otherwise you wouldn't have stayed there, Radagast.”

“But we never expected that the erosion would be so fast and violent!”

The two wizards exchanged information with each other. They both seemed to be old acquaintances, and the movement of Lan En walking over did not affect them.

“Do you know what I saw along the way?”

　　 Radagast said with trembling lips.

“Everything is no longer growing, at least the beneficial ones! And as of yesterday, they were all fine!”

“The air is filled with the smell of corruption, and the most terrifying thing is the cobwebs.”

“Cobweb? What does it mean?”

Gandalf was smoking his pipe, pacing thoughtfully, and asking questions in a low voice.

“Giant spider! Gandalf! The giant spider that came to my door accidentally! That must be the descendant of the evil Ugoliant!”

　　 Radagast's tone was low and solemn, as if he was telling a horror story.

"There is no doubt that they all came from Dol Guldur."

Lan intervened in the conversation at the right time.

"I went in with Radagast. People around the forest said that there was a necromancer living there. After we entered."

“Encountered an evil spirit!”

Radagast said tremblingly, as if those memories were even more profound in his mind.

“An evil spirit who can stay in the underworld and wear a crown!”

Seeing Radagast's frightened look, Gandalf took out the pipe from his mouth, wiped the holder on his beard and handed it to Radagast.

He did not believe it immediately, nor did he express his opinion immediately, but just let Radagast smoke first. “Come and taste the fine Shire pipeweed to refresh your mind and soothe your nerves.”

　It wasn't until Radagast slowly exhaled smoke that he looked down at the brown-robed wizard with a confirming look.

“Evil spirits that can stay in the underworld? Are you still sure?”

“That was no deranged vision, Gandalf.”

Lan En said beside him, nodding towards the sloppy wizard: "Take out the things, Radagast, we have physical evidence."

The wizard in brown robes stopped hesitating and took out the dagger wrapped in leather and **** from his arms, and handed it to Gandalf cautiously.

He also gave a solemn reminder before the other party took over.

“Careful, Gandalf! This thing. It comes from the underworld!”

The gray-robed wizard was startled, and then a faint light seemed to light up on his hand before he put his hand on the package.

As soon as he got it, Gandalf's expression changed drastically.

His serious look was completely different from the doubtful look before.

He already believed in Radagast.

The wise and old face was full of seriousness. He held the package containing the dagger and was silent for a while. Then he raised his head and looked at Radagast, his fellow wizard, with sharp eyes.

Then it turned to Lan En.

“He went with you to Dol Guldur, Radagast.”

Gandalf looked at the witcher with his deep eyes, but he was talking to his colleagues.

“It seems you trust him.”

“Oh, actually we haven't known each other for a few days, but he's a nice guy, and Qilin and Flossball are even better. And he's a very powerful warrior, you know the kind of powerful guy?”

After handing the dagger to Gandalf, Radagast seemed to be relieved of a heavy responsibility and felt much more relaxed. His habitual chattering started again.

Gandalf knew his colleagues, probably longer than the entire history of mankind.

So he left Radagast, who was still chattering, and walked towards Lan En.

“It's not easy to find someone trustworthy these days, and the darkness is coming back.”

“This sounds really impressive.”

The witcher complained expressionlessly.

If a wizard said this to him in the magical Middle Ages, he would probably sneer at it.

After all, many sorcerers claim to have predicted the destruction of the world and so on, and want to become famous for it.

But they did not care about the consequences of the prophecy.

A typical example is the 'Black Sun Curse' of the mad wizard Etibad.

The vicious prophecies against women born under solar eclipses justified the persecution of those girls by the court and the people, and then got out of hand.

But this world is different.

Lan En wants to treat the various differences in the world with the caution of a foreigner.

“You have to face it if you infiltrate people, because this is the reality, isn't it?”

Gandalf's old voice chuckled.

But then, his laughter stopped suddenly, and at the same time, the dwarves resting and watching in the distance seemed to be suddenly awakened, and they all became nervous.

All this was interrupted by several shouts of "roar, ho, ho, ho!", the sound was like the short panting of a canine while running.

It seemed that only Lann and Bilbo were confused about the situation.

The hobbit was still asking questions in a daze at the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Wait, what is this sound? Wolf? Are there wolves nearby? Shouldn't this have been eaten by the three trolls just now?"

"No, this is not the sound of just any pack of wolves, Master Baggins."

The dwarf in the leather hat wielded a long-handled warhammer and said while carefully observing the surroundings.

“This is a warg! The orc's warg!”

As he was talking, the figure of a beast crawled out from the heights of this hilly grove and stood up!

The figure looked very graceful among the jagged rocks and vines in the hills and woods.

Pounced down from a high place to bite, almost covering the distance of more than ten meters in one swoop!

The target is the Hobbit who hasn't figured out the situation yet!

This wolf is taller than Thorin, a dwarf whose height is close to the average human level.

And its musculoskeletal latitude is not at the same level as that of ordinary wolves.

An ordinary wolf in front of this wolf is like a malnourished skinny guy facing the world bodybuilding champion.

There are also wargs in the magical medieval world. Most of them are the strongest individuals in a pack of wolves. Their coat color is very different from the gray wolves in the pack, being earthy gray.

That khaki fur would be quite expensive if it were in good condition.

But in front of this wolf, half of that kind of thing would be eaten in one bite!

“Click! Whoosh!”

A mechanical hook flew over from the side where the warg was biting.

When the sharp teeth were about to bite the hobbit's upper body in one bite, there was a "puff".

The sharp claws can dig into rocks, and the warg's neck is no exception.

The flesh and blood vessels were restrained, and the ferocious warg only had time to whimper a few times before he was immediately dragged away!

Its body broke several branches along the way, and was then dragged along the mechanical device to Lan En.

The witcher's hand pulled out a flash of silver light from his waist. After the brilliant sword flashed, a gracefully curved blade penetrated straight into the warg's skull.

"Orcs?" Lann pulled out Arondette and shook off the blood, with a cautious question on his face, "Why are orcs involved?"

(End of this chapter)

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