Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1050 1032. Warg Orc

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

Going there rashly may lead to unpleasantness.

But on the other hand, the halfling on the opposing 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!" Mao Mao said with a tone that suddenly understood, "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’s a talkative person, but the flannel ball’s size, which is smaller than that of a hobbit, makes him less afraid and repulsive.

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

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

As he said that, the halfling with big feet subconsciously dug into his body, but his face became stiff when he was halfway through.

"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 as long as I have."

He said in a depressed mood.

The 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!"

"It doesn't smoke a pipe either."

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 him, looking at a loss.

"Hello! Bilbo Baggins, at your disposal!"

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

"Hobbits, 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 nervously, but then he felt that his coat was hard and his face became ugly.

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

"What are you doing?"

The hobbit looked embarrassed and muttered softly.

"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 any 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 start to like him.

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

There was a lot less hostility and wariness in these eyes, maybe it was the Gandalf of 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, lowered 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 the erosion to be so fast and so intense!"

The two wizards exchanged information with each other. They 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 do you mean?"

Gandalf smoked his pipe, paced thoughtfully, and asked 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 Ungoliant!"

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

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

Lan En 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."

"I 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 didn't believe it immediately, nor did he express his opinion immediately. He just let Radagast smoke first.

"Take a mouthful of the best Shire pipe tobacco, it will refresh your mind and soothe your nerves."

Until Radagast slowly exhaled the smoke, he looked down at the brown-robed wizard as if to confirm.

"An evil spirit that can be in the netherworld? Are you sure now?"

"That is not a mentally disturbed illusion, Gandalf."

Lane said beside him, nodding to the sloppy wizard: "Take out the things, Radagast, we have physical evidence."

The brown-robed wizard did not hesitate, and directly took out the leather-wrapped and tied dagger from his arms, and handed it to Gandalf carefully.

Before the other party took over, he solemnly reminded.

"Be careful, Gandalf! This thing. It comes from the netherworld!"

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

Just as soon as he took it in his hand, Gandalf's face changed drastically.

His deep look was completely different from his previous half-belief and half-doubt.

He already believed in Radagast.

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

Then he turned to Lan.

"He went to Dol Guldur with you, Radagast."

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

"It seems that you trust him very much."

"Oh, in fact, we have only known each other for a few days, but he is a good person, and Qilin and Flannel Ball are even better. And he is a very powerful warrior, the kind of very powerful, you know?"

After handing the dagger to Gandalf, Radagast seemed to have relieved himself of the heavy responsibility and relaxed a lot. He also began to chatter habitually again.

Gandalf knew his colleagues. After all, they may have known each other for longer than the entire history of mankind.

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

"It's not easy to find someone trustworthy these days. The darkness is about to come back."

"That sounds really creepy."

The demon hunter complained expressionlessly.

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

After all, many warlocks claim to have predicted the destruction of the world and want to become famous with it.

But they don't care about the consequences of the prophecy.

A typical example is the "Black Sun Curse" of the mad wizard Etibald.

The vicious prophecy against women born under the solar eclipse justified the persecution of those girls by the court and the people, and then it got out of control.

But this world is different.

Lan En wanted to treat the various differences in this world with the cautious mentality of a foreigner.

"You have to face it, because this is reality, isn't it?"

Gandalf's old voice laughed.

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

All this was interrupted by a few shouts of "roar, roar", which sounded like the short breaths of canines running.

It seemed that only Lan and Bilbo were confused.

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

"Wait, what's that sound? Wolf? There are wolves nearby? Shouldn't they have been eaten by the three ogres just now?"

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

The dwarf with a fur hat was holding a long-handled war hammer and said while carefully observing the surroundings.

"This is a warg! The orcs' warg!"

As he was speaking, the figure of a wild beast crawled out from the top of the hill and grove and stood up!

The figure was very agile among the rugged rocks and vines in the hill and woods.

It pounced down from a high place and bit, and almost pounced over a distance of at least ten meters!

The target was the Hobbit who had not yet figured out the situation!

This wolf's shoulder height alone exceeds that of Thorin, a dwarf whose height is close to the average human.

And its muscle and bone latitude are not at the same level as ordinary wolves.

In front of this wolf, ordinary wolves are like malnourished skinny people facing the world bodybuilding champion.

There are also wargs in the magical medieval world. Most of them are the strongest individuals in a group of wolves. Their fur color is very different from the gray wolves in the wolf pack, and they are earthy gray.

If the earthy gray fur is in good condition, the price is quite expensive.

But that kind of thing will probably be eaten in half in one bite in front of this wolf!

"Crack! Whoosh!"

A mechanical claw flew over from the side of the wolf's pounce.

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

The sharp claws can grab into the rock, and the neck of the wolf is no exception.

The flesh and blood vessels were caught, and the ferocious wolf only had time to whimper a few times before being dragged away!

Its body broke several branches along the way, and then it was pulled in front of Lan En by the mechanical device.

The demon hunter's hand drew a silver light from his waist, and after a gorgeous knife flower flashed, a blade with a beautiful arc pierced directly into the wolf's head.

"Orc?" Lan En pulled out Arondite, shook off the blood, and had a cautious question on his face, "Why is this related to orcs?"