Chapter 237 Troll?higher level trolls

Heavy rain poured down and the road became extremely muddy.

Xiao Ma's actions slowed down, and the expedition team was particularly embarrassed by the drench.

"Mr Gandalf, will you take care of the waters?" said Dori.

"A little bit of wisdom, okay?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "If he had this ability, we wouldn't have been drenched for more than three hours."

Gandalf shrugged, "If you want to change the weather, you have to find other wizards."

"Any other wizards?" Bilbo asked curiously.

"There are five in total. The white-robed wizard Saruman has the highest status, and there are two blue-robed wizards, but I forgot their names."

"And who is the fifth?"

"It's Redagast, the brown-robed wizard."

"Is he great? Or is he like you?"

"I think he is a maverick wizard with a gentle personality who prefers the company of forest animals."

"Ha, this reminds me of one of my...friends." The image of Hagrid suddenly appeared in Aaron's mind, but he was more flamboyant and liked to be with huge, furry creatures, such as Three-headed dog, eight-eyed giant spider.

"The brown wizard oversees the great forest to the east, and it is good to have him, for evil is always looking for a foothold."

"Then what magic are you good at, Gandalf?" Aaron asked.

"Me?" Gandalf smacked the cigarette holder, a hazy white halo flashed on the wand, "I can hardly be regarded as a bright magician."

Feeling the holiness and purity of the light, Aaron thought thoughtfully, "Perhaps you should change into white clothes, white is worthy of your magic."

"That's impossible, I can't compare to Saruman." Gandalf shook his head indifferently, "Only when the magic power reaches that level, can he be promoted to a white-robed wizard."

"However, Gaius, I'm more curious about what kind of magic you are good at?"

Aaron laughed, and then took out the 'ancestral wand', "Look at my wand, and compare it with yours, and you will know that I know nothing."

"But you don't look like you know nothing." Gandalf raised his eyebrows at Aaron, "The wizard's intuition is sometimes very accurate."

"How can I tell you to believe it?" Aaron said a little tiredly.

This is an old bastard who has lived for an unknown amount of time, and it is probably impossible to hide it from him.

But how long you can hide it is how long you can hide it, and how deep you can hide it.

It's okay to expose a little bit of strength, but if he reveals all his strength, Gandalf may arrange some extra tasks for him, such as powerful enemies, then the loss outweighs the gain.

Judging from the fact that he entertained the dwarves in Bilbo's Bag End, it is not impossible for him to do this kind of harm to others.

"I won't believe what you say." Gandalf smiled like an old fox. "There is nothing more worth looking forward to than the appearance of the sixth wizard."

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "Think whatever you want!"

"By the way, I would like to ask, do wizards have enemies?"

"This..." Gandalf hesitated for a while, "It's not for you, a child, to know about this kind of thing."

"That's it." Aaron sighed. Originally, he thought that there were only a few wizards in this world, and the threat to him was not that great.

As long as you stay steady and there are no waves, it is a certainty that you will return home safely.

But now he has a few more minds, wizards are not without enemies, and even Dumbledore card wizards like Gandalf feel tricky.

Hearing Aaron's sigh, Gandalf thought he was afraid, and immediately comforted him: "You don't have to worry about anything, wizards also have allies.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and hobbits all make wizards allies. "

Hearing this, Aaron didn't feel the slightest sense of relief, on the contrary, he felt a lot of pressure.

"Gandalf, you are a comforter.

I originally thought that there were only a few enemies of the wizard, but now it seems that I was wrong. The enemies are at least equal to the alliance of these forces. "

Gandalf:  …

"There's no need to think so much," said Bilbo indifferently. "That kind of thing is far away from us!"

"Yup!

One word awakens the dreamer! "Aaron suddenly realized that he is now a little man with little reputation, as long as he continues to keep a low profile, he will not be taken seriously by those so-called enemies.

......

The expedition reached a plain.

Thorin stopped in front of a dilapidated hut.

"We're camping here tonight.

Fili, Kili, you take care of the ponies and stay with them.

Ou Yin, Glo Yin, you are in charge of lighting the fire. "

Gandalf walked into the hut, and murmured inexplicably, "There used to be a farmer's family living here."

"I think it best to go on," suggested Gandalf to Thorin, "and go on to the Vale."

"I told you I wouldn't go near that place."

"Is there anything in that place?" Aaron asked.

Thorin paused for a moment, then said coldly: "The guy who disgusts me."

"But the elves will help us, and we can get room and board and advice."

"I don't need their advice."

"King Elrond can help us interpret that map." Gandalf tried to persuade Thorin, but he was completely unmoved and even a little angry.

"Help us?" Thorin said disdainfully with an ugly face, "Did the elves help us when the dragon attacked Irubor?

The orcs plundered Moria and desecrated our sanctuary, while the elves looked on coldly.

You want me to beg those who betrayed my grandfather and my father. "

"You are not them, and the key and map are not given to you to remember hatred."

"You have no right to keep them," said Thorin. The map and the key had been left to him by his father, and Gandalf had only kept them.

"That... I'm sorry, let me say something fair!" Aaron took a deep breath, "Leaving aside the hatred of the country and family, some things are for your love, and it is your duty not to help you.

Thorin, Smaug attacked Irubor, the dwarves must have resisted, but what happened?

Your grandfather led an army against Moria, but what happened?

This is no small matter, and there is no reason for the elves to pay such a heavy price for the home of the dwarves. "

Gandalf nodded, "It's not rough, that's the reason."

"But they shouldn't stand on the sidelines." Thorin gritted his teeth, "I don't expect them to support weapons and armor, nor do I expect them to provide any supplies, nor do I expect them to send large troops to join the battle.

But when we were away from home, they watched from the sidelines, and that cold look in their eyes, their attitude of not doing anything about themselves was more deeply rooted in people's hearts than a fiasco.

They haven't been allies since then, at least not to me. "

"Understood." Aaron pondered, "I don't have your experience, so I'm not qualified to tell you such a big truth."

"It's good to know."

"But I still want to persuade you to move on."

"What?" Thorin looked at Aaron angrily, "Did I not make it clear enough?"

"It's very clear, but this doesn't conflict with moving on." Aaron pointed at the dilapidated hut, his expression became a little dignified, "Look carefully, the door has been hit hard, the house is crooked, the windows, the walls, the ceiling There are also several large holes.

This doesn't look like a natural disaster, but rather like being attacked by some kind of giant creature. The original owner of the house is probably in bad luck. "

"That's right.

Thorin, this place is not as safe as it looks. "

Thorin was silent for a few seconds, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "I still decided to camp here."

"Why?" Gandalf asked puzzled.

"This is just a 13-year-old kid's speculation, without evidence.

Even if it was true, it would be a long time ago given the dilapidated condition of this room. "

"Okay!" Aaron pursed his lips, "Listen to the leader.

But Sorin, I have to remind you that those who don't listen to my opinion will generally suffer. "

"Didn't you say you lost your memory?" Thorin asked with a half-smile.

"I remembered a little bit, didn't I?"

Gandalf's mouth twitched in anger, and he turned and left.

"Is everything all right?" Bilbo, who was taking care of the pony, couldn't help asking when he saw his angry look. "Where are you going, Gandalf?"

"Go to the only reasonable person on the team."

"who is it?"

"Myself, Mr. Baggins, I've had enough of dwarves today."

Seeing the figure walking away, Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "Look how angry you are?"

"He'll be back." Sorin didn't take it seriously, but looked at Bombur, "Come on! Bombur, we're hungry."

The dwarves made a support over several campfires, upon which they set the pots and boiled the broth.

Aaron could smell the aroma, but looking at the gray soup in the pot, he felt that he had no appetite, so he simply ordered some meat and prepared his own dinner alone.

As night fell, the dwarves prepared their dinner, but almost everyone turned their attention to Aaron, especially the biggest one.

Suck!

Bomber wiped his saliva, "Nuoli, I'm hungry."

"Eat when you're hungry." Nuoli handed a bowl of stewed meat to Pangburo, "You have a big appetite, so I'll give you a little more."

"You know what I'm talking about?"

"Are you ashamed to find a child to eat?" Nuoli said disgustedly, "Don't embarrass the dwarves."

"Aren't you watching too?

It's so fragrant, I haven't smelled this fragrance in years. "

"It's just that the seasoning is a little too much." Bilbo breathed the fragrance in the air. "It's the same when I make kebabs, but not so exaggerated."

"Mr. Baggins, it's time to eat."

"Here we come." Bilbo immediately put down the soup bowl in his hand, and ran to Aaron quickly.

"Don't look." Noli patted Bomber's stomach speechlessly, "The mushrooms and seasonings were all provided by Baggins, not yours."

"Or let Gaius do the next meal!"

"No, the dignified dwarf actually wants a child to help cook, so where will he put his face if he tells it!

You can learn from Sorin, and then look at Bahrain and Dwarin, they are very indifferent! "

Hearing this, Pang Bo swallowed sadly, picked up the bowl and started to eat with the smell of skewers.

The others also turned their eyes back, silently eating their own stew,

"Gaius, I didn't even know your cooking skills are so good." Bilbo ate a skewer of roast meat and gave a thumbs up while eating, "Much better than me."

"My ancestors used to be cooks." Aaron said modestly, "I only learned a little bit."

"Why did your ancestors have everything?"

"Uh... who knows? Maybe it's just a matter of interest."

After a simple supper, Aaron and Bilbo walked up to Nori and each brought a bowl of stew.

But it's not for myself, it's for Fili and Kili.

The two of them have to take care of the pony, and they are not in the camp, so they can only be sent by the fastest-legged snitch in the team.

However, when they delivered the meal, they saw the two dwarf brothers standing there in a daze, their expressions even more bewildered.

"What's the matter?" asked Bilbo.

"We should watch the ponies," Kili said.

"But something went wrong."

"There should have been sixteen ponies, and now there are only fourteen left."

"What?"

Aaron looked forward in astonishment, and found that his horse was still there. Although he was angry, he was still relieved.

"How do you manage to watch the horse get lost?"

The dwarf brothers looked at each other awkwardly, and Qiqi stepped forward to check.

"Daisy and Bongo are gone," said Kili.

"You don't need to tell me, I can tell." Aaron's eyes flashed a look of solemnity, "The problem is how they disappeared."

"Big trees were uprooted and there were huge footprints on the ground.

What I was worried about happened, the creatures who attacked the farmer's family didn't leave here at all, they were nearby. "

"It's not good, it's terrible, it's big, and it's dangerous," said Bilbo with some concern. "Aren't you going to tell Thorin?"

"No, don't make him worry." Fili was a little reluctant, "As our snitch, maybe you should investigate."

"I don't agree with this." Aaron shook his head. "Before you are not sure whether you can defeat the enemy, it is necessary to tell the team leader. At least let them be a little vigilant."

"Look, there are lights." Fili suddenly lowered his voice, and then waved to several people, "Come here."

A few people walked over several broken trees lightly, and cautiously lowered their bodies to look at the campfire not far away.

Exaggerated laughter came from the campfire, which made Aaron instantly think of the troll.

"What's that?" asked Bilbo nervously.

"Trolls," said Kili.

He was about to move forward when Aaron pressed him down with one hand, "Calm down, there's no need to figure out what's going on over there now!"

Before the words fell, Fili jumped out.

Stopping his younger brother but not his elder brother, Aaron had no choice but to let go of his hand and followed against his will.

After running for dozens of meters, the four of them hid behind a big tree, acting cautiously.

Two trolls gathered around the bonfire. They were as tall as trolls, but much fatter, and their intelligence was higher than that of trolls, and they could even speak human words.

Then the woods rustled, and a third troll passed by, holding a pony in each of its thick arms.

Aaron looked at the white pony he was holding in his right hand, his face darkened instantly, and he was suddenly out of breath.

My horse dares to catch, this is tired of work!