The next day, Chenyang woke up early, and there was a knock on the door in his ears.

Chenyang got up and saw the dwarf team members who were still lying on the ground resting, and Li Zhi, who was drunk last night and still hadn't woken up.

At present, the only one who is not there is the elf girl who has an evil robe and is eccentric, Qingqing.

But the knocking sound outside the door didn't look like it came from her.

With doubts, Chenyang slowly pushed open the door, and saw Qingqing on the side of the wooden house, and at the same time saw another tall and straight figure.

He was at least two to two meters three tall, wearing a somewhat shabby animal skin coat, with his back to the morning sun, holding a large axe in his hand, and chopping wood.

The sound that woke up the morning sun was the sound of chopping wood.

On the other side, Qingqing stood beside the tall man, looking at him curiously, his mouth slightly open, as if he was saying something to him.

When the tall man picked up the firewood, he happened to notice Chenyang approaching, and his hand movements stopped, his eyes were firmly fixed on Chenyang, and his expression was a little cramped and uneasy.

He didn't seem accustomed to being near a living person.

Qingqing saw the strange appearance of the tall man, and also turned his head to see Chenyang, beckoned to him with both hands, and shouted: "Chenyang, come here, he is the big bear from yesterday."

When he heard Qingqing's words, Chenyang's eyes were a little surprised, and he looked carefully at the tall man with strong hair in front of him, it was difficult to associate him with the huge brown bear yesterday.

"When I turned into a brown bear, it was a little bit less controlled." Beorn, the skin-changer, spoke a little slowly, and his voice seemed dull and not emotional, giving him a lethargic feeling.

Chenyang waved his hand casually and said with a smile: "It was a very exciting experience, none of us were injured, and it was because of you last night that we were exempted from fighting with the orcs."

"Orcs?"

Beorn couldn't remember the events of last night a little, but when he heard the word, his expression visibly turned cold and angry, as if he remembered something bad.

At this time, Gandalf yawned and walked out of the room, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air and revealing an expression of intoxicated contentment.

"Another day for an expedition." Gandalf whispered.

Next to him, the three of them looked at him together, and saw him take out a pot of wine and a pipe from his pocket, sit on the stone bench, and smoke leisurely.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that Gandalf reacted, slowly turned his head and saw the three of Chenyang, smiled a little stiffly and said, "Chenyang, Qingqing, Beorn, good morning, it's really a beautiful morning."

Chenyang and Gandalf said good morning.

Beorn was the only one who looked at Gandalf with a little doubt in his eyes: "You know me?"

Gandalf answered, picked up the flask and took a sip, and said proudly, "Of course, I'm Gandalf, Gandalf the Gray-robed Wizard."

"Haven't heard of it." Beorn shook his head and said with a confused expression.

He'd lived here all along, and all he knew about it was in the neighborhood, and as for Gandalf, the gray-robed wizard, he really hadn't heard of that name.

Gandalf's expression was a little embarrassed, but he quickly recovered and said softly, "Well, you should know my companion, Brown-robed Redagast."

While they were talking, Balin and Dugolin came out, seemingly looking for a place to urinate, and said hello to Gandalf and them.

When Beorn saw the two of them, his expression was a little surprised, and his eyes were not as friendly as those looking at Chenyang and Qingqing.

Gandalf noticed the change in Beorn's mood, and his expression froze, and only now did he remember that Beorn hated dwarves, although not as much as orcs, but it was also in the unwelcome category.

However, yesterday, a full sixteen of them stayed in the house, and then they would soon wake up and walk out of the room, and a dozen dwarves stood in front of Beorn at the same time, and it was not impossible for him to turn into a giant bear again.

Fortunately, after Beorn saw the two of them in Bahrain, Gandalf explained aloud, which slightly eased the coldness in Beorn's eyes.

It was only at this time that the members of his team seemed to want to do something with him, and the two of them quickly walked out, and they wasted Gandalf's words again.

Every time Gandalf explained, three or two dwarves walked out in unison, until finally when Thorin came out, Gandalf's mouth was almost worn out, and finally there was no emotional problem for Beorn.

However, when Beorn saw Thorin, his gaze became a little wrong.

Later, Beorn entered the hut and saw the empty storage room and the messy kitchen, and with a normal expression, he took out his stash of food and wine from the basement and entertained the dwarves.

Morning Sun: They probably knew why Beorn hated dwarves.

After all, the expression he was accustomed to when he entered the house after seeing the dwarf, and the specially prepared hidden basement was enough to explain everything.

Beorn held a huge silver bottle in his hand, filled each dwarf with wine, and whispered, "So, you are the oak shield." Tell me, why did Azog the Destroyer and the orcs hunt you down? ”

Thorin replied in a low voice, "Azog is dead, I killed him, and no orc should dare to hunt us down."

"It's dead, and it's a blessing." Beorn said with a smile.

Thorin looked up and asked aloud, "How did you know about Azog?"

Beorn whispered, anger suppressed in his tone, "A long time ago, I lived with my people at the bottom of the mountain, until the orcs attacked from the north, and Azog killed most of my family, and some became his slaves."

Baggins listened to this and noticed that Beorn had a broken pair of prisoner handcuffs hanging from his wrists.

Beorn continued: "Not a slave who works for him, you know, just for fun, and it is a pleasure for him to lock up the skin-changers."

Baggins asked with some curiosity, "Are there many people like you?"

Li Zhi sat next to him and whispered to Baggins, "Only Beorn is left as a skin-changer, Mr. Baggins."

"You should reach the Lonely Mountain before the end of the fall." Beorn didn't continue the conversation, but spoke.

"Yes, it has to be before the day of Dulin." Gandalf said.

"Then you don't have much time."

"So we need to walk through the dark forest, where we've heard that there's darkness growing there right now, and there's a lot of orcs on the periphery." Gandalf said softly.

Gandalf took a puff on his pipe and said, "We need your help, Beorn."