Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1073 1055. Breaking into the territory

"Listen to me, Radagast, Lan!"

Gandalf looked at the two people beside him seriously.

"I felt something was wrong after I escorted Thorin and the others through Mirkwood, and then I came here. Then I received a messenger from Radagast."

"Now, everything is clear! I have figured it out!"

Gandalf held his pointed hat tightly in his hand, just like his tense mood at the moment.

"The group of orcs that have been chasing Thorin and his men is led by Azog the Blasphemer. I thought he was just a powerful orc lord among the northern orcs."

"But now, the nine ringwraiths will only obey one master. Even they have appeared, which means that Azog also has a master!"

"And it is the same person - Sauron!"

"Azog is not only chasing the dwarves' restoration expedition because of the family feud with Thorin Oakenshield. His purpose, or the order of his master, must be the Lonely Mountain! It is Elbor!"

The wealth in the Lonely Mountain and the geographical location of the Lonely Mountain are very important to the overall situation in the north.

In such a serious situation, Gandalf showed guilt and worry.

"I admit that I did want to optimize the defense of the entire North, so I helped Thorin to form this expedition team."

"But now, they still know nothing about the situation under the surface, and they rush to the lonely mountain! Because even I just figured it out!"

"This is courting death!"

"So, you want someone to warn Thorin and tell him about the current situation under the surface. But if I understand correctly."

Lan En was beside him, tilting his head and looking at Gandalf: "This should be your responsibility."

Now, the dwarves only think that the goal of this national restoration expedition is to recover the dwarf country and return to their hometown.

But under the surface, there are evil forces and good forces in the entire North, each of which wants to consolidate the defense line and improve the strategic layout.

The resistance that these two situations need to face is not at the same level at all.

And Thorin and his group don't even know what they will face.

Gandalf pursed his lips bitterly but helplessly.

"Now, if Sauron has really recovered to a certain extent, then the entire Middle-earth is in danger. I must find out his true strength and force him to reveal his true self. That is, force him to take action!"

"But Gandalf!" Radagast said anxiously beside him, "What if, what if Sauron does something to you..."

The sloppy old man was quite taboo and didn't finish his words. He just pulled his fingers across his neck and used this dangerous action to indicate.

"No." Gandalf said casually, "I still have information that he wants to know very much. As long as I don't let go, he won't be in a hurry to kill me."

A short silence.

"So. That's it?"

Lane spread his hands and looked at the old man in front of him who knew what he was facing but still looked relaxed.

"Although I don't know how powerful Sauron is, you know that the castle in front of you is a trap that cannot be escaped, but you still want to go in?"

"We all have things that must be completed, Lan."

Gandalf smiled calmly and stroked his long beard.

"The so-called sense of responsibility, the so-called persistence, all these mixed together, constitute the so-called destiny."

"I will fulfill my destiny."

The witcher nodded silently, without saying much. He turned over and rode on the unicorn, turning the horse's head.

"Where are the dwarves now, Gandalf?"

"They will pass through Long Lake Town, where they will complete the last supply on the journey, on the big lake in the northeast corner of Mirkwood."

"Got it. By the way."

The witcher sitting on horseback looked down at the old wizard in gray robe and smiled gently.

"I don't think your destiny will end here, Master Gandalf."

"Haha!" The old wizard put his hands on his waist, leaned his wand on his shoulder, and laughed with a pipe in his mouth, "Thank you for your blessing, Master Lan."

The unicorn's long neck also turned to look at Gandalf, and with a snort, the flannel ball stood on the unicorn's back and meowed and jumped up and waved to the old wizard.

The heavy sound of horse hooves faded away from the forest.

Gandalf also turned around and faced his colleagues.

"Okay, Radagast. I won't say more, but you must remember-"

"You must not follow me! I must go in alone! We all have our own responsibilities, don't act on your own, understand?"

Radagast had a wooden face and said nothing, just slowly walked away in the direction of Gandalf with his back to him.

"When we came to Middle-earth, you said you would listen to me! Give me a promise!"

Gandalf shouted without turning his head.

Radagast, who was walking towards the direction of leaving, also muttered in response without turning his head.

"Okay, I promise. I remember it all, and I haven't forgotten it."

Gandalf pursed his lips, closed his eyes and nodded after getting the response, looking relieved at last.

"Yes." The old wizard in gray robe muttered in a low voice, "We'd better not forget it."

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The heavy sound of horse hooves was like beating drums, and the combined weight of Qilin and Lan En stepped on the thick humus of Mirkwood, making such a noise.

Having come all the way to Dol Guldur under the leadership of Radagast, Lan and the others were not disturbed by the chaotic magical power in the Mirk Forest.

After the previous adaptive training with Radagast in the dark forest, even the velvet ball among them, who had the shortest endurance, was able to stay awake for several hours in this forest.

Without the need to slow down and worrying about Radagast's rabbit sled, a few hours were enough for the Kirin to pass through the Mirk Forest.

"Thorin, Balin, and Baggins all owe me a big favor this time."

Lan En muttered on Qilin's back.

"Hurry up and hurry up just to save the lives of these dwarves."

"Saving people is a good thing, nya!"

The flannel ball's little paws patted his boss to comfort him.

"And I heard that the treasures in Gushan are piled up in mountains. Maybe they will use their treasures to thank us?"

"That's the best, then I can pay back the funds I took out from the Knights immediately."

The witcher curled his lips indifferently.

The money Lan En used to revitalize his capital chain was withdrawn from the Ashes Knights.

Although it is a knighthood in his own name, Lan En clearly distinguishes between public and private. He didn't like being owed money, so he made it up as soon as he could.

But Qilin obviously doesn't care much about money or treasure.

"Xilulu!"

Its feline face arched forward and it purred.

‘But the dwarves said there is a dragon in the lonely mountain! What kind of dragon could that be? Cologne? ’

Qilin's thoughts were transmitted through the variant [Yaxi Sigil], and it was more interested in the evil dragon named Smaug.

Unfortunately, when Lan En went to the top of the ancient dragon in the world of fire, he once saw a huge flying dragon corpse lying on the mountain range from a distance, covering half of the mountain range, but Qilin did not go there at that time.

When this world learned about the description of the evil dragon [Ankara Gang], Lan En was the size of the target flying dragon corpse.

"The dragons in this world are different from you, Qilin."

Lan En said as he patted the neck of this beautiful [Fantasy Beast].

The IQs of the ancient dragons in the New World are at least on par with humans. After wandering with Lan En for so long, Qilin has accepted many human concepts, such as that it is actually an ancient dragon.

"The dragons in this world are inherently evil because they are a war race created by the ancient dark god named Morgoth."

Mirkwood is a long forest running from north to south. Lan En drove the Qilin, first from the position of Dol Guldur to the east, crossing sideways out of the forest, and then all the way north along the edge of the forest.

He didn't dare to go too far from the edge of the forest because he didn't know the way. Without the directional signpost of Mirkwood, who knows where it will go.

For a large forest like this, its boundaries are actually very blurry and very wide.

So even though Lan En has walked out of the forest, the density of tree vegetation has only become sparse, and the thick humus of fallen leaves on the ground sometimes exposes soil and stones.

The white unicorn with a blue arc of electricity was like a strong wind, whizzing through the woods.

The wide magical rune cloth swayed up and down in the air, full of momentum and nobility.

However, during this rapid movement, the demon hunter, who had not even spoken to Qilin or Velvet Ball, suddenly turned his eyes diagonally forward.

At the same time, above the lush green canopy, there was a movement so slight that it was considered an hallucination to the demon hunter's senses.

The boots stepped on the thick tree trunks, and the branches and leaves seemed to have consciousness, separating in front of passers-by without getting entangled.

"Stop, stranger, you have intruded into the territory of the Woodland Kingdom!"

It was a clear sound, and along with the sound was an arrow shooting down from the tree crown.

The landing point of the arrow should be before the landing point of Qilin's next hoof. The intention was obviously to intimidate and stop.

But it is also obvious that the archer did not fully estimate the speed of the unicorn.

He probably saw the shadow of the unicorn running, and then relied on his own experience and instinct to shoot the arrow.

Under normal circumstances, the archer's ability is completely sufficient.

But the ancient dragons in the New World cannot be considered an unusual situation.

So this arrow basically went towards Qilin's neck!

"etc!"

The person shooting the arrow in the tree obviously reacted immediately, and he made a sound of surprise.

While making the sound, he also shot another arrow, with the goal of cutting off the previous arrow.

This kind of archery skill, which was almost written down in the legendary novels, is now not only used by some people, but is even more exaggerated than the ones in the legendary novels!

Because he has really become it!

"Crack!"

At a distance of more than thirty meters, an archer, in a surprised and unstable mood, used the arrow shot from behind to break the arrow shot from the front!