Chapter 238: Even the Justice Beatdown Can't Beat Them (1/2)

Chapter 238: Even a just gang fight cannot defeat them

"They also captured Peach and Mint." Bilbo looked at the trolls angrily, "They want to eat the horses, we have to find a way."

"You have to find a way." Kili and Fili turned their eyes to him at the same time, "You are small enough, they are too stupid and slow to see you."

Bilbo was stunned for a moment and understood what Kili meant. This was to ask him to use his small body advantage to sneak into the trolls' camp and release the pony.

"I, no, no, no..."

"It's okay, we'll protect you from behind." Kili said confidently.

"Don't say that!" Aaron rolled his eyes, "This is not a good idea."

"Yes." Bilbo nodded in agreement, "This is a terrible idea."

"I think it's appropriate." Kili frowned slightly, "The thief will release the horse quietly, and then we will retreat to the camp safely."

"What if Bilbo is discovered? Are you sure our three small bodies can protect him?

If we had that ability, we wouldn't have to hide here." Aaron said seriously, "My suggestion is to inform Thorin, fifteen and a half against three is still a better chance of winning."

"Fifteen and a half? Fourteen and a half?" Bilbo thought of the number of people in the expedition team, thirteen dwarves, hobbits, human children, and the gray wizard Gandalf.

Thirteen dwarves and hobbits count as fourteen, Gandalf is a gray wizard, so he counts as two, and the human child... counts as half.

But now that Gandalf is not here, they can only gather fourteen and a half combat forces.

"No, I mean the dwarves count as thirteen, I count as two, and you count as half."

Bilbo twitched his lips, "This description... is too much."

"Now is not the time to discuss this, I will go inform Thorin, you stay here."

As soon as Aaron turned around, the three of them called him.

"What's wrong?"

"What if they eat the pony?" Fili said with some concern, "Trolls don't care whether it's raw or not."

As soon as the voice fell, the heavy voice of the troll reached the ears of the three.

"We ate mutton yesterday, mutton today, and it looks like we'll eat mutton tomorrow too."

"Don't complain, these aren't mutton, they're fresh horse meat."

"I never liked horses, the meat isn't fat enough."

"It's better than the dry and hard peasants, all skin and bones, I'm still picking my teeth."

......

Aaron sighed, "Try to delay as much as possible!

But I have to remind you: horses are important, but our lives are more important.

Everything is based on self-preservation, don't go head-to-head with them, if that doesn't work, lead them to the camp.

It's always better to be evenly matched than to fight against a rock with an egg, understand?"

Fili and Qili looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"That's good, wait for me to come back."

Seeing Aaron running away, the two dwarf brothers turned their attention to Bilbo again, "Snitch, it's up to you."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't you want me to go?" Bilbo was a little unbelievable, "Wasn't what he said just now clear enough?"

"But our method can also delay time." Fili said, "You go first, if you don't rescue the pony, the two of us will go.

This is not far from the expedition camp. Hold on for a while, Thorin and the others will come to support."

"This, really, I..."

"Believe in yourself." Fili patted his shoulder, "You don't want Xiao Tao to be eaten by trolls!"

Bilbo swallowed hard, looked at the reddish-brown pony trembling behind the three trolls, and immediately made up his mind and moved forward gently.

......

Aaron ran fast in the jungle, but soon ran into Thorin and other dwarves, they still had their own weapons in their hands.

"Thank God, it seems that you have also noticed something unusual."

"It's just delivering food. Anyone who hasn't come back for so long knows that there is something wrong." Thorin went straight to the point, "Fili, Kili, and Bilbo?"

"Follow me." Aaron led the way and told Thorin and others what had just happened.

But when he got closer, his face immediately sank.

Because Bilbo was surrounded by three trolls, and Fili and Kili were struggling to support him with swords in the middle.

"Damn it, he didn't listen to me at first.

Thorin, you must listen to me, troll, no, although the trolls are relatively slow, they are very powerful and have thick skin and flesh.

I suggest that we concentrate on killing one first, and then find a way to deal with the other two. If we face three head-on, we..."

Before he finished saying "the chances of winning are not high", Thorin rushed over with a roar, and the dwarves behind him were unwilling to lag behind.

Gan!

Nima! A group of brainless and reckless men.

Aaron did not follow them to attack, but hid in the bushes to watch the battle.

This may be a little unkind, but it is a great opportunity for him to intuitively understand the combat power of the natives of this world.

The size of the dwarves is several times smaller than that of the ogres, but they cooperate well and can barely gain some advantages with more than four times the number.

They moved quickly around the ogres, and most of the attacks fell on the legs of the ogres. The ogres frequently cried out in pain under the attacks of swords and hammers.

However, their skin is so thick that swords can cut them but not deeply. They can hurt them, but it is difficult to be fatal. Even if the sword body pierces their abdomen, it will not cause much damage.

While being beaten, the ogres also opened their huge palms and kept waving their arms like an eagle catching a chick. Some dwarves were beaten and flew away, but they quickly stood up and joined the battle.

Some were caught by the ogres, but the next moment another dwarf would jump high and cut his arm, forcing him to let them go.

What was even more surprising was that Oli actually took out a slingshot and hit a troll's eye. Although the shot was accurate, it was no different from tickling the giant creature.

In the chaotic battlefield, Bilbo avoided the huge palm and picked up a troll's weapon on the ground, a dagger that was not sharp for him, but was particularly huge.

He ran to the back of the battlefield and used the dagger to cut the rope outside the cage where the four ponies were locked.

But as soon as he let the four ponies go, a big hand pulled him back.

"Ah..." After the panicked scream, Bilbo finally saw who caught him, "Aaron, you..."

"Shh!"

Aaron made a gesture to silence him, "Don't be so loud."

Bilbo threw his unhappy dagger on the ground, "Why did you pull me back?"

"Hehe!" Aaron sneered, "I'm stopping you from committing suicide. You're too weak and can only hold you back over there."

Bilbo reacted and nodded awkwardly, then looked at the dwarves who were suppressing the trolls on the battlefield, "Will Thorin and the others win?"

"It's hard to say!" Aaron looked solemn, "On the surface, the dwarves have the advantage, but they have never caused effective damage to the trolls.

The current situation is a fragile balance. If it drags on, the dwarves can win with difficulty, but if one of the dwarves loses his combat power, the balance of victory will lean towards the trolls."

Hearing this, Bilbo swallowed his saliva and looked at the battlefield through the bushes.

Dwalin smashed a troll's teeth with a hammer, and Dori gave a Thousand Years of Death to a troll from behind.

"The situation is not bad." Bilbo murmured.

However, the next moment, Bombur's scream made him shudder. The third troll took out a bag from somewhere and put the fattest dwarf in it.

"It's broken." Aaron looked solemn, "This time it's really broken."

The first dwarf was put into the bag, followed by the second and the third.

The reduction in numbers made the situation of the dwarves more and more pessimistic. Unless they gave up the three captured dwarves, it would be a matter of time before the whole army was wiped out, but they obviously would not give up their companions.

In a few minutes, all the dwarves were put into the bag.

Bilbo was anxious, "We have to do something to save them."

"How to save them?" Aaron shrugged, "Rush out to give the trolls a snack?"

"That's not what I mean, I mean..." Bilbo grabbed his hair, at a loss.

"Calm down, calm down, the more you need to calm down at times like this."

"How can I calm down?" Bilbo was about to cry, "I thought I was just going to save a few ponies, but now I have to add thirteen dwarves."

"What?" Aaron opened his mouth in astonishment, "Don't tell me you want to do it again?"

"There's no other way." Bilbo took a deep breath, "Now I can only take risks, I hope I can succeed!"

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if you failed?"

"I'm a thief, I don't have to think about this kind of thing at all." Bilbo was about to quietly walk out when he thought of something, turned around and looked at Aaron seriously, "If I fail, you go find Gandalf, if you're lucky he might be able to save us in time."

"Got it, I wish you good luck.

If you fail, try to delay as much as possible, you're smarter than the dwarves, don't let me down."

Under the cover of the night, Bilbo walked quietly to the pile of dwarves who were tied up tightly.

"Don't talk, I'm here to save you."

"Mr. Baggins, are you alone?" Balin asked in a low voice.

"What else? This kind of thing is only suitable for people of small stature." Bilbo smiled bitterly, "Although I don't want to admit it, Aaron looks much taller than me."

"I asked him to go find Gandalf, just in case... we are not without hope."

"Then he'd better hurry up," said Oyin. "Dawn is coming. If nothing goes wrong, the trolls will eat us before dawn."

Bilbo tried to untie the bag, but it was in vain.

The trolls tied the bag very tightly. The dwarves only had their heads exposed to breathe, and their hands and feet were tied with hemp ropes.

"I should find a knife," Bilbo sighed.

"Our weapons are all piled behind the trolls," said Balin, "but it's very dangerous."

"Try it!" Bilbo took a deep breath and sneaked behind the trolls carefully.

He just picked up a sword, and before he could turn around, a huge light white handkerchief wrapped him up.

The thinner troll wiped his nose and then opened his palm. A hobbit who was washed by his snot lay on the handkerchief at a loss, looking like he had no desire to live.

Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

Three big question marks appeared in Bilbo's mind.

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. Even if he is about to become the food of the trolls, he should not be washed with snot!

"It's you again." The thin troll said in surprise, "I thought you ran away!"

"Stop talking nonsense, tie him up first." The apron-wearing troll hit his brother's head with a spoon, "Dawn is coming soon, save him for tomorrow!"

Bang!

Bilbo was put into the bag and piled up with Thorin and the others.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Honestly, Mr. Baggins." Kili struggled to get rid of the ropes on his body and turned his face away. "I want to curse, but the words can't come out."

"I think so too." Dwalin said, "That snot..."

"Stop talking about snot, okay?" Bilbo said with tears in his eyes, "Now we can only rely on Aaron and Gandalf."

The trolls tied Nori, Dwalin, Fili, Bofur, Dori, and Gloin to a wooden stake, set up a rack and started to grill.

"It's so hot, help, it's so hot..."

"Don't bother to cook them, just mash them into meat sauce." The thin troll said.

"Help..."

"You can sprinkle sage on them and fry them." The troll who turned the grill suggested.

"Is it necessary?"

"Help...untie me sir...go eat something as big as you..."

"Don't worry about the seasoning, it's almost dawn, we have to move faster." The apron-wearing troll said slowly: "I don't want to turn into stone."

Dawn?

Aaron, hiding in the bushes, muttered this word, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

So that's it, will you be petrified when you meet the sun?

Aaron shook the wand in his hand, but after thinking for a while, he put the wand back. Magic cannot be used until the critical moment.

Thinking of this, Aaron turned his eyes to the large dagger thrown by Bilbo.

The troll's weapon is not ordinary rough, but now it can only make do with it.

"Wait." Hearing the seasoning, Bilbo seemed to think of something and shouted: "You have made a big mistake."

"You can't reason with them, they are all idiots." Groin said on the grill.

"If they are fools, then what are we?" Nori felt that his intelligence was insulted inexplicably, after all, they were being roasted by three fools.

"I mean the seasoning." Bilbo stood up and jumped to the grill.

The troll stopped turning the grill and asked curiously, "What's wrong with the seasoning?"

"Have you ever smelled them? You need something more fragrant than sage to eat them."

Hearing this, the dwarves looked at him angrily and called him a traitor.

"How do you know how to cook dwarves?" The thin troll asked suspiciously.

"Shut up." The troll wearing an apron said, "Let the thief hobbit speak."

Bilbo showed a dog-legged smile, "The secret to cooking dwarves is..."

"What is it? Tell us the secret."

"Yes... The secret is..." Bilbo thought for a few seconds, "You have to peel the skin first."

"What, peel?"

The dwarves cursed, and even Thorin's face became a little unnatural.

They were not afraid of death, but this way of dying was beyond their psychological expectations.

Especially the apron-wearing troll believed it, and soon he took out a skinning knife.

"I'll skin you first." Bifur cursed.

"I won't forget this account." Dwalin on the grill pointed at Bilbo angrily and shouted. If the conditions were not prohibited, he would definitely kill the hobbit.

"You're talking nonsense." The troll continued to turn the grill, "I used to eat with the skin, even clothes and shoes."

"He's right." The thin troll nodded in agreement, "Dwarves are also good to eat raw, fragrant and crispy."

As he said this, he lifted up Bombur and planned to bite off his head.

"I really can't wait any longer this time." Aaron wiped the large dagger in his hand, rushed out of the bush at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye he jumped on top of the ogre's head, aiming at the other's crown and stabbing it with all his strength.