The autumn wind blew away the sorrow of parting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Riding a foal, Bilbo often looks back at his hometown, presumably saying goodbye to the Autumn Harvest celebrations he never missed. He carries far more salutes than the others, and though most of them are useless things, you can't smash a goblin with a frying pan.

The others, including Ling Qi, who had already taken root locally, didn't pay too much attention to the long journey.

Especially Ling Qi, who was parting with the servants not long ago, has been enjoying the scenery on the side of the road with a comfortable face at this moment.

He probably never cared about that, emotional bonds or anything. Just as when he decided things, he was always arbitrary, and he rarely asked for the opinions of his two teammates, and he was extremely authoritarian. Not to mention a little gentle melancholy, it is just an occasional scenery on a powerful road, just like the brocade flowers on the roadside.

When a person is too goal-oriented, they will be just as careless about the rest of the matter as those who have no goal at all, the difference is that the latter really has nothing to care about, while the former is too focused.

The sound of horses' hooves trampled, and on a gravel path where the dew buds and tender grass had withered and yellowed, Thorin, who was riding the war horse "Black Spirit", suddenly urged the horse forward and caught up with Ling Qi who was in the center of the team. He looked around left and right, and asked in a somewhat sneaky voice:

"Lynch, do you really think this path is right for us to take now?"

Ling Qi's legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, slowing down slightly, and his brows were also frowning. After a few moments, Shi Cai took out a well-crafted map from his leather bag and spread it out on horseback, just enough for Thorin to see.

There is a gap in height between the two, but fortunately, Thorin is also relatively tall among the dwarves, with a meter and four meters, and he will not even be able to reach the back of other people's horses after riding a war horse. It's just that he can't charge and use horsepower like a human cavalry, after all, his legs are really not slender.

The map in front of me is much more detailed than what Gandalf had given before, not only the route distribution is clear, the terrain is clear, and even many hidden places and dangerous areas are specially marked, including the three mysterious elven gathering places.

It was Ling Qi who had spent a lot of money to get it from an elderly thief.

"Do you think there's a problem with the line we've booked?"

Ling Qi asked rhetorically, he stretched out his right hand and used the tip of his index finger to slightly swipe the upper left of the center of the map, just forming an arc, bypassing a swamp, but also bypassing a straight road marked by a thick green line.

"Starting from the land of honey, from the north around Fengyun Ridge, south through the last bridge, then through the troll forest, across the shallows, you can face the high pass. ”

"Although the road is not the closest, it is safer and less troublesome. The reason... You know. ”

Ling Qi lowered his head and pondered for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out Solin's thoughts.

In fact, he had long understood what Thorin was worried about when he repeatedly mentioned this issue.

This path was originally decided after repeated discussions before setting out, and it should be indisputable.

"Thorin, you really don't have to be so wary of the elves of Rievendell. ”

"Although Rivendell is hidden in the mountains, guarding the highest pass. But I'm sure we won't get into too much trouble if we just pass by, and the elves aren't enthusiastic about outsiders. ”

"And, we still have Gandalf!"

Gandalf is the reason why Ling Qi dares to take this path, and he even has a certain confidence that he can get some benefits from the elf clan.

The Grey-robed Wizard is a friend of all righteous masters, not a companion of a certain race, and his reputation is not low in the righteous camp, and it is also true among the elves, and even those elves only respect him more than dwarves and humans.

"Mislanda" is the most accurate description of Gandalf's nature in any interracial language.

"Gandalf..."

Thorin was silent.

"Maybe we can take a detour from somewhere else, I still can't trust the elves, even if it's just a borrowed way. ”

In the face of the stubbornness of the dwarves, Ling Qi had nothing to compare with him. He could only lower his shoulders, lean forward on the horse's back, and said in the lowest possible voice:

"You know it's going to get us into more trouble, things have changed, and we have to get this mission done as soon as possible. ”

"Abandoning the shortcuts to Bray and the Orientale is not for the sake of a longer detour. ”

Ling Qi meant something, and Thorin was speechless.

Compared with the elf with an unclear attitude, Ling Qichen broke the news earlier, which is said to be the latest piece of information received, and the impact on him and the obstacle to this trip will only be bigger and more serious!

Their beautiful adventure team has actually been targeted since they first set off!

The man who had his eye on them was Thorin's old enemy, an evil orc he thought he would have died in the war!

Asog, Pale Orc, Commander of a new generation of evil forces!

But it should have died a long time ago, in the battle of the southern capital of Xilian, a great battle more than a hundred years ago!

It was that battle that cemented Thorin as the leader of the clan and earned him the nickname Oak Shield. Because after the shield was broken, he insisted on using a piece of oak as a shield to continue the battle, which was very heroic.

That battle is a history of blood and tears of the dwarves, undefeated and defeated, and the heavy casualties make future generations unbearable to remember!

The evil dragon Smaug drove the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain out of the fortress, but the orcs almost wiped out the entire dwarven race, not just the Lonely Mountain!

It was precisely because of the heavy casualties in that battle that the other armies, although they recovered one after another, showed little interest in Thorrin's plan to retake the Lonely Mountain.

Asog and Thorin met at that time, and they also formed a bitter feud.

When the pale orcs were driven out of the Lonely Mountain by the dragons in Thor in an attempt to regroup in the mines of Moria, they suddenly arrived and humiliated the dwarves by killing the last recognized king of the dwarves of Turin, and even destroying his remains!

This was a huge blow to the prestige of the Turin clan, and it was even more negative than the heavy casualties in the subsequent battles, after all, the dwarves won the battle anyway!

Won, paid for nearly half of the dead and wounded, won a battle to wash away the shame. Asog's death is the greatest and only reward.

So, how can a person who has long since died come back to life?

Thorin remembers it well, he cut off one of its hands, and Dane, the Dwarf of Iron Mountain, took the opportunity to split half of its head!

No creature can survive a smash head, at least not before.

At present, the news that Assog is eyeing them is only known to Thorin, Lingqi and Gandalf. After all, being prey by a large group of orcs is not something that will have a positive effect on the morale of the military!

The comprehensive strength of the adventure team is not weak, and it can make the elite of the whole team feel tricky, the number of enemies and the strength of the force can be imagined, and the fecundity of the orcs is always surprising even to humans.

The evil forces of Middle-earth have never been wiped out, and heroes have repeatedly defeated countless demon kings, but rarely can they unite to banish and annihilate evil after winning a landmark victory. Sometimes it's a lack of sustainability, and more often it's just a matter of being satisfied with the status quo. People are always more concerned about the immediate crisis, who wants to take a long-term view?

A long-term view often does not imply immediate gains, at least not in the immediate interest.

In the face of a large group of orcs eyeing the enemy, with the strength of the land of honey, it is completely possible to thwart its edge first and let the adventure team sit back and relax, but this will push it to the forefront of the storm!

The vision is completely different from that of the natives, and he made the same decision as the indigenous leaders of the past generations, and he was wise enough to protect his life.

Of course, he didn't know that this enemy was just a small vanguard, and he didn't know how many enemy troops were still hiding behind him.

He simply stood in a completely different position from the indigenous people and made the choice that was in the best interest of his private interests.

From preparing to take a whole army with only twenty men, from seeing the land of honey as a playground to use as a base camp in the rear. Ling Qi's concept is also slowly changing, and it is beneficial to the situation.

"Well, I hope you're right. ”

Seeing Thorin shake his head and leave, Ling Qi casually put away the map and dissipated his thoughts about the situation.

Unlike the dwarves, he was looking forward to meeting the elves, hearing that they possessed some kind of mysterious power, and perhaps retained the forbidden forging technique, who knows!

This may be a breakthrough! a powerful breakthrough!

As for the crisis, that's what the natives have to worry about!

In the eyes of the natives, no one can face more than 15 wolf cavalry alone, at least not humans, but Ling Qi can!

Even after being suppressed, the three of Ling Qi still have a little transcendence, such as Charles's dragon roar, such as Alex's physique, such as Ling Qi's overly powerful soul, and the power of Yuan Magnetism!

When people stand at different heights, they need to consider different things, which makes their decisions seem unreasonable, at least incomprehensible, but in fact they are just from different angles.

The two-day journey didn't run into much trouble, and when Ling Qi and his party reached the final bridge, the charr was finally sure that the pursuers had been thrown off, and that the dwarves had their own means of detection.

The situation went too smoothly and Thorin thought again, and this time it was Gandalf's turn to convince the stubborn dwarf.

Sitting by the campfire, letting the consciousness fall into silence, empathizing with a follower in the soul, ignoring the fact that he had caught something in the wind.

It was something ethereal, dreamlike.

When he suddenly shifted his gaze in a certain direction, he only caught a vanishing back, and a blue finch flying from a distance!

A few thousand miles away from Ling Qi's party, the country of Rohan, Idoras.

A troop of Rohan cavalry, with distinctly different numbers, galloped from the end of the steppe to this large city that spanned Middle-earth.

It is said that it is a big city, but in fact, it means that the city wall is higher, the terrain is better, and the area is larger. After all, even the bee sting honey wine manor can barely be called a town and a fortress, which shows the real situation of this world.

The leader of the cavalry was a slender young man with black eyes and hair, wearing the uniform scale armor of the middle generals of the Rohan Kingdom, looking imposing, but he was too young, and the strange bracelet he wore on his left wrist also made him look nondescript.

"Hmph, open the door, I have important information to tell the castle guard, Prince Handora!"

The young general was far away from the city and began to shout, and the guards on the walls recognized him and immediately ordered the gate to be opened.

When the city gate was opened, the group stopped fifty paces outside the city, and did not hurry to enter the city. The leader, in particular, turned and whispered to the thin retinue behind the left, as if asking something, and then looked at the still prosperous city vigilantly, and then his face was full of anger!

"nzt-48! good! good! dare to hide it privately!"

"It seems that there are always people who are unwilling to give my orders..."

A moment later, the general rode into the city alone, and the rest of the knights turned and left, which was unusual and made the officers defending the city a little uneasy.

At the same time, in the central fortress of Idoras, a strategist with a glorious face was talking to the local lord.

When the panicked servants broke into the temple, the corners of the strategist's lips curled slightly, as if he had succeeded in a small conspiracy...