Chapter 236 The Expedition Team Sets Off (1/2)

Chapter 236 The expedition team sets out

The fire in the fireplace burned fiercely, and the thirteen dwarves, including Thorin, sang a poem:

Crossing the cold mountains and fog, reaching the deep cellars and ancient caves...

We need to set out before dawn to find the beautiful gold...

The pine trees howled in the highlands, the strong winds roared at night, the flames spread ruthlessly, and the trees roared like torches...

Aaron lay on the sofa, staring at the opposite wall in a daze.

He was not a dwarf and had no experience of the destruction of his country and family, but he had a music teacher who could clearly feel the tragedy in the poem.

They were prepared for everything for this adventure, including death.

"Alas!" Aaron sighed in his heart, "Help if you can, as long as you ensure your own safety!

No matter when, those who can fight to the death for their homeland are always respectable."

......

The next day, before the sun rose completely, Aaron was awakened by his biological clock.

"You're awake." Gandalf looked at him playfully, "I was just about to call you, Thorin and the others are ready."

Aaron rubbed his eyes, sat up from the sofa, and slowly stretched.

"Where's Bilbo?"

"He was sleeping soundly, we didn't disturb him."

"Did he sign the contract?"

"No." Gandalf said with some regret, "But I left the contract, maybe he will sign it after seeing it."

Aaron sneered, then gave Gandalf a thumbs up.

"Gandalf, you can do it, you really can do it!

I also have an elder like you, who always likes to calculate something from others."

"You have misjudged the wizard, I am not that kind of person." Gandalf said with a righteous face, "The choice is always in Bilbo's hands."

Aaron rolled his eyes. You dug up all the glorious deeds of his ancestors last night, gave him all kinds of chicken blood, and described the world outside the Shire to him, adding a full pot of chicken soup for the soul.

When he woke up today and saw the empty house and a contract to join the adventure group, the possibility of him signing it might increase significantly.

"I'll wait for you outside first. Thorin has prepared a pony for you."

"Got it."

Aaron picked up his cloak from the shelf and went to the kitchen to fill a bag of water.

When he walked out of Bag End, Gandalf and thirteen dwarves were waiting for him at the door.

"Ahem! Don't look at me like that. The protagonist usually appears at the end."

"Child, no, Aaron." Balin stroked his beard, "Can you ride a horse?"

"A little bit." Aaron modestly pinched his index finger and thumb together, revealing a shallow gap.

But when he saw the remaining two mounts, he couldn't help but twitching his mouth.

It's really a pony. The mount is not even as tall as him!

"One is brown and the other is white. Pick one."

"White one!" Aaron said helplessly.

He didn't dare to complain at this time because there were no other mounts.

Either ride this pony or follow the team on foot.

Faced with these two choices, any hesitation for a second would be disrespectful to the legs.

After getting on the horse, the expedition team moved towards the border of the Shire.

After walking for a while, Aaron suddenly patted his forehead, "I almost forgot.

System, sign in."

"Congratulations to the host for signing in at Shire and getting three magic points."

Aaron was not disappointed with this number. After pondering for a moment, he opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic power: 8090 (intermediate magician, the end of most wizards' lives)]

[Talent: rare in a century (magic power increases by 3 points every day)]

[Items: Moon Drop (can remove any negative spell), Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that dies within an hour), Magic Carpet, Unactivated Dragon Slayer Magic Crystal]

[Magic points: 147]

Sure enough, without the thought body, I always feel that something is missing.

And the numbers in the last column are too shabby. The magic products in the system mall are only Transfiguration (1000 magic points) and Patronus (200 magic points), and he can't afford any of them.

"There is a long way to go!" Aaron sighed and checked the task panel.

[Complete the contract with the dwarves; reward 1000 magic points]

[Kill Smaug; reward 2000 magic points]

Aaron blinked and couldn't help grinning.

This is exactly what he wanted to do and what he was doing.

And completing the task so openly and honestly is much more enjoyable than in Hogwarts.

"What are you thinking about? So happy." Gandalf asked curiously.

"I'm thinking... how to write my own story after defeating the dragon."

"Hahaha!

This is indeed something to think about, it's enough to be passed down for hundreds of years. "Gandalf said, "If it succeeds."

Aaron shrugged, then turned around and took a look, "Isn't Bilbo here yet?"

"I guess he won't come." Dwalin said, "After all, our opponent is a dragon, and the wilderness is not suitable for docile people who can't defend themselves."

"I think he will come." Aaron smiled mysteriously, "I have never misjudged anyone."

"Children like to pretend to be deep.

How old are you, fifteen? Or sixteen?"

"To be precise... thirteen years old."

"What?" Dwalin's pupils dilated slightly, and he almost fell off his horse, "You dare to say that you have never misjudged anyone at the age of thirteen."

"Age is not important, there are people of all ages in our team.

I should be just younger than the second to last, no, I am just a little younger."

"How about we make a bet! "Noli said loudly, "Just bet whether Mr. Baggins will catch up.

I bet he won't.

Aaron said immediately, "I bet he will come."

"I have no objection to you betting on him, but Gaius, do you have money?"

Aaron rummaged through his pockets and took out five gold coins, "I only have this much."

The gold coins were particularly dazzling under the sunlight. Noli looked at Aaron with some depression, "I take back what I said just now, you may be the richest among us."

Aaron:......

"Not really!"

"I only have a dozen silver coins and a few copper coins on me." Gandalf said enviously, "and the money in your hand is enough to live freely in Middle-earth for a month."

"Haha! It's really sad that a wizard has ended up like you."

"So you have to do some side jobs occasionally." Gandalf smiled awkwardly, "I bet Bilbo will catch up. "

Aaron rolled his eyes and had no hope for Gandalf's integrity.

......

When the team was about to walk out of a forest, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Wait! Wait!"

Bilbo panted and chased after him, holding a contract in his hand.

"I signed it."

The notary Balin took the contract and checked the signature confidently with his eyes, "Everything is checked and correct, welcome Master Baggins to join Thorin Oakenshield's team."

"Beautiful, Bilbo, I knew you wouldn't let me down." Aaron said excitedly, "Your great-great-great uncle will also be proud of your decision."

"Give him a pony." Thorin said lightly.

The smile on Bilbo's face froze instantly, and he waved his hand and said, "No need to bother, thank you, I can keep up on foot.

I often hike, and once I even walked to Frog Village. "

As he spoke, two big hands lifted him up, one on the left and one on the right. When he reacted, he was already on the back of the brown horse.

"It can be seen that this is your first time riding a horse." Aaron looked at Bilbo who was holding the reins carefully on the horse and said, "But don't worry, the pony is relatively gentle.

If you ride Gandalf's horse, you have to be careful, because his horse is the biggest."

"Pay it, Noli." Oyin reminded behind the team.

As soon as the voice fell, a purse fell into his hand, and soon the second and third were thrown out.

"Haha!"

"Thanks, brother."

"What's going on?" Bilbo asked puzzled.

"They are betting whether you will show up, and most people bet that you won't."

"What do you think?"

Bang!

Gandalf suddenly reached out and grabbed the flying purse, "Dear friend, I never doubted you. "

Aaron also grabbed his purse and shrugged at him, "There is one thing you must believe in me, I must trust you more than Gandalf."

Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief, and then sneezed suddenly.

"It's horse hair, I'm allergic." Bilbo said as he fumbled around on his body, and after a moment his expression changed slightly, "Oh no, wait, stop."

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked vigilantly, "What did you find?"

"I forgot to bring my handkerchief."

Aaron:......

"At this moment, I suddenly thought it would be good for you to stay in Bag End."

"Use this one." Bofur threw his handkerchief to him.

Bilbo looked at the brown rag in his hand, no, handkerchief, and felt a little disgusted, but he could only make do with it.

"You have to get used to not having a handkerchief, and other things, Bilbo Baggins, before our journey ends.

You were born in the hills and rivers of the Shire, but your homeland is now behind you and the world is before you."

......

The expedition set out in the morning, through the woods, over the hills, across the plains surrounded by rivers, and stopped only at nightfall.

Everyone rested on a cliff and divided into two groups to take turns to keep watch.

Gloin's snoring rose and fell, and every time he breathed, tiny flies would fly in and out of his nostrils.

"I really admire him, from the bottom of my heart." Aaron sat next to the fire and said speechlessly, "He can sleep so soundly surrounded by a group of insects."

Bilbo climbed up tiredly, and he regretted being assigned to a group with Gloin.

The snoring was so loud that it was difficult for him to fall asleep.

He quietly walked to his pony and took a fruit out of his pocket, "Come, Xiaotao, this is a secret between us."

Just as the hobbits were feeding their mounts, a strange sound came from a distance.

"What is that?"

"Orcs." Kili said.

"Orcs." ×2.

Aaron stood up immediately and looked around vigilantly.

Bilbo also retreated to the team in panic. He had never seen an orc in his life, but both the books and the records left by Old Took told of the cruelty of the orcs.

"There are at least dozens of slit-throats." Fili took a puff of cigarette, "There are everywhere in the wild, attacking in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep."

"Fast and accurate, silent, leaving only blood." Kili added, his expression solemn, but it didn't matter.

"If what you said is true... then we are probably in big trouble." Aaron swallowed his saliva and pointed to the other side of the cliff separated by an abyss, "Dozens of slit-throats are there."

"What a joke." Fili didn't take it seriously, "It's late at night, with a foggy area of ​​several hundred meters in between, can you see the other side?"

"It's a little difficult to see clearly, but my eyesight is several times that of ordinary people." Aaron said seriously, "There are indeed some tall shadows on the other side."

Fili and Kili smiled at each other, tacitly thinking that Aaron was frightened and hallucinated.

"Okay, okay, we believe you."

"No, I'm telling the truth, can you be serious?"

"We are serious."

"Is it funny?" Thorin asked coldly, "Do you think the orcs' night raid is a joke?"

"We don't mean that." Qili lowered his head guiltily.

"That's right, you know nothing about the world."

"Don't mind, little brother." Balin came over, "Thorin hates orcs for a good reason.

After the dragon occupied the Lonely Mountain, King Thor tried to retake the dwarf kingdom of Moria, but the enemy arrived first.

Moria has been captured by a large army, led by the most terrifying orc, Azog the Destroyer.

The huge Gundaba orc vowed to cut off Durin's bloodline, and he decided to start by beheading the king.

Thorn, Thorin's father, was mad with grief. He disappeared, and it was unknown whether he was killed or captured.

We are leaderless, defeated, and shrouded in death."

Balin looked disappointed, and everyone looked at Thorin, who had his back to them, and even Groin, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes.

Grandfather was beheaded by orcs, father disappeared in the war, and people were killed and wounded in the battle with orcs.

If the dragon is a destined natural disaster, then the orcs are the real family feud and national hatred, and they are irreconcilable!

"I saw him at that time." Balin had a smile on his face, "The young dwarf prince fought to the death with the pale orcs, facing the terrifying enemy alone."

"It was very difficult!" Aaron couldn't help asking.

"He wore broken armor and picked up oak branches to resist the attack."

"So he is called Oak Shield?"

"Yes." Balin nodded, "Azog the Destroyer had one arm cut off. He learned that day that the blood of Durin would not be easily cut off.

We regrouped, repelled the orcs, and defeated the enemy.

But there was no celebration banquet or singing that night, because the casualties were heavy and sad, and only a few of us survived.

At that time, I thought to myself, I am willing to follow a person, I am willing to call him king."

After the voice fell, all the dwarves stood up solemnly, and at this moment their respect for Thorin reached its peak.

"I have a question, is Azog dead?"

"He rolled back to his cave and died of his injuries a long time ago." Thorin walked over slowly and said.

Aaron:......

Dude, this flag is not valid!

"That means you are not sure of his death, and Azog may still be alive."

"Impossible." Thorin said sternly, "He was carried away by the orcs in Moria, and he didn't even have a chance to stop the bleeding."

"Uh..." Aaron hesitated for a while, "You may not be happy with what I said, but things often develop in the opposite direction of what you think is bad. My personal advice is that you'd better treat him as if he is not dead."

"Heh!" Thorin sneered and walked up to Aaron, "If he is not dead, then I will defeat him again and cut off his head with my own hands."