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After some discussion, the dwarves successfully formed a team of fifteen people.

Under Gandalf's influence, Baggins signed the contract of adventure, which marked the rewards he would receive and the obligations he would obtain.

Of course, perhaps the part that caught Baggins' attention the most was about accidents and deaths.

After signing the contract, any accidents, injuries, disability, or even death of Baggins during this expedition will not be related to the cremation of the team.

This made Baggins hesitate for a long time, and finally chose to join this team.

If Sunrise hadn't been there and Baggins had joined the group, the dwarves would have cheered and had another feast to celebrate the new members.

But under the premise of Chenyang, this newcomer, hesitant and afraid of death, is not so useful to them.

Even his pact was only because of the venerable gray-robed wizard, Gandalf.

It was getting dark, most of the hobbits were resting, and only a few of the huts were still lit up, enjoying their last supper, or supper.

In addition to these hobbits, the dwarves of the Baggins family also did not rest.

It's not that Baggins' hut can't accommodate so many people, but there is one more thing they care about more than rest, the glory of being a warrior.

Although many of them are no longer warriors, the rest are also remnants of defeated soldiers, and they no longer have the courage they once had. It still does not affect them to face Chenyang's provocation and launch a duel against him as a warrior.

In front of the garden of the Baggins Cottage, a specially fenced off piece of land.

All the dwarves gathered together, looking at Bahrain and Chenyang, who were standing on both sides of the clearing, with serious expressions, they were looking forward to this battle, and even more expected Bahrain to beat Chenyang hard, so that he could clearly understand the power of the dwarves.

Chenyang looked at Bahrain, who had a white beard on the other side, and reminded him loudly: "Although I admire your courage, I think you still need a helper, and you will definitely not be able to win against me alone."

When Bahrain heard Chenyang's words, an angry expression appeared on his face, which originally seemed kind, and he shouted: "You dare to look down on the dwarf Bahrain, I will let you see how powerful I am, and draw your weapon, human!"

As he spoke, Balin held a hammer larger than his skull in his hand and swung it forward twice, showing his amazing strength.

In this world, all dwarves are good at mining and blacksmithing, which also means that they have super physical strength and terrifying strength.

So every dwarf, after a certain amount of training, can become a qualified or even excellent warrior.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Bahrain, Chenyang sighed helplessly, his right hand flashed, and the Cangmu Tang knife was held in his hand.

"Look what I saw, a small wooden knife, you probably used it to kill thousands of people." Dugolin stood beside him, taunting Chenyang softly.

After Chenyang said that, none of the dwarves could have been so friendly to him.

Gandalf saw the Cangmu Tang Knife, but he showed a rare expression of surprise, and said to Dugolin: "Dugolin, it is a real magic weapon, it has extraordinary power, it should be a hero's weapon in the story of the bard."

Hearing this, Du Golin immediately stopped laughing, and couldn't help but look at the delicate wooden Tang knife, but he never saw its magic.

In the middle of the battlefield, Balin, who originally wanted to change a weapon for Chenyang, learned Gandalf's words, threw the steel long knife back, looked at Chenyang, and said softly: "It seems that I have to do some real skills."

"I'm happy to accompany you."

Chenyang smiled slightly, the muscles of the arm holding the knife were tense, ready to swing the knife at any time.

Suddenly, with his stubby legs and heavy and powerful steps, Bahrain ran quickly towards Chenyang, his hammer raised high, ready to deliver the most ferocious blow to Chenyang.

However, his speed in front of the morning sun, although it is not too slow, it is absolutely impossible to call it fast.

A light breeze blew, and the morning sun disappeared in place, causing the running Bahrain to stop, with confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know where the morning sun had gone.

"Behind you, Bahrain!" Dugolin reminded loudly.

Just as Bahrain turned his head, Chenyang waved the Cangmu Tang Knife.

The blade glowing with cyan light swung down slightly, bringing out a subtle sound of breaking wind, and slashed at the armor on Balin's shoulder.

A single knife fell, leaving a clear knife mark on Bahrain's extremely hard armor, and if it was a little deeper, Bahrain's shoulder would be left with a bloody wound, and even the entire arm would be cut off.

"I think I should have won."

Chenyang said slowly, and the wind swirled under his feet dissipated.

In the attack just now, Chenyang just used his spiritual power to release the wind whirlwind to the maximum, giving Bahrain the illusion that he had disappeared, and then appeared behind him and ended the battle with a light slash.

Balin looked at the clearly visible scars on his armor and couldn't help but sigh, he knew that he had lost.

If Chenyang was willing, the knife just now could have been cut at his neck instead of his shoulder, and he would have been decapitated with a knife, cleanly.

Bahrain saw this, and the other dwarves naturally saw this, and the battle intent in their eyes became much darker.

With Bahrain's exit, Du Golin walked out, holding a battle axe in both hands, and stood in front of Chenyang: "Human, let's fight!"

In the battle just now, the dwarves have recognized the strength of the morning sun, but their pride as dwarven warriors will not allow them to end like this, they must win a battle with their own strength.

"Chili, Fili, you go with you."

The voice of Thorin Oak Shield sounded, and the two brothers, Chili and Fili, were in the prime of life, and they were also true warriors, much stronger than old Balin.

The two of them teamed up with Dugolin, and Solo Lin seemed to want to use this battle to test Chenyang's true strength.

Chenyang also saw this, but he didn't say anything, just waved slightly, and said loudly: "The three of them are not enough."

This sentence was far more infuriating than Chenyang's provocative words at the beginning, and the dwarves who ended up changed from three to five.

But even in the face of the siege of the five dwarves, Chenyang was still calm, without the slightest sign of hardship, and even seemed to have his hands left.

In the fight again and again, Chenyang waved the Tang knife, drove the five dwarves out one by one, and finally proved to the dwarves with his own strength that what he said was the truth, and it was not an exaggeration if there was no provocation.

After witnessing Chenyang's strength, the dwarves were truly convinced by Chenyang, and even before they knew it, his status was second only to Thorin and Gandalf, becoming the third member of this team.

Over the cold and misty mountains,

In that deep underground cavern for a thousand years,

We must leave before dawn,

Look for the fascinating shade of gold.

The dwarves of the past chanted powerful spells,

With the jingle of the hammer,

……

Humans look up and their faces are full of horror;

The dragon's wrath is fiercer than the flames,

Destroyed towers and weak houses.

Mountains rise in the moonlight and smoke rises;

The dwarves heard the heavy footsteps of the end times.

They fled from the hall and fell at its feet.

Dying in the moonlight, it is impossible to escape the catastrophe.

Over the icy and gloomy mountains,

In the deep underground cavern is very dark,

We must leave before dawn,

Wage war with it to reclaim the harp and the gold!

After a battle, all the dwarves sang in a low voice, sad and passionate, like a hammer against steel, thumping, splashing hot sparks.