After a while, Gandalf bent over and lay on his stomach in a fist-sized hole. He pulled out an orange bottle, uncorked it, and poured some liquid into the hole.

Mo Tie didn't come over to smell it, why did Gandalf pour wine into the cave?

After pouring the whole bottle, Gandalf got up, patted his knee, and explained: "The brown ant burrows in the forest are very deep, and they are little drunkards who love sweet wine, and my treasured Nord honey should allow them to come out and meet me." ”

Mo Tie became interested: "Ants still like to drink?" How much can you drink with something smaller? ”

Gandalf didn't speak, looking at Mo Tie playfully.

At the fist-sized hole, several fist-sized ants suddenly crawled out, and the tentacles on their heads clicked around, as if sensing the taste of honey.

"Well, it looks like it's pretty drinkable."

Gandalf bent down again, making strange noises from his mouth, as if talking to the ants.

Mo Tie was bored playing with the steel sword and picking up the spider silk on the tree.

Gandalf finished talking to the ants with a solemn face, took out another bottle of honey wine, opened the cap and left it in place.

"Ain, you can't play with cobwebs like this, it's easy to get the spider's attention." Gandalf reminded Mo Tiedao, "I talked to brown ants, and when they were collecting food recently, they also found that the fruit was rotten badly. The trolls of the forest frequently haunt the perimeter, as if they were setting up a cordon. ”

Mo Tie is a little strange, trolls still have this kind of intelligence, doesn't it mean that they are all stupid?

"Yes, the trolls would never think of any of these things, and I think someone is guiding them." Gandalf said with a solemn expression.

"Just look deep into the forest." Although he promised Gandalf that he would be careful, Mo Tie was also confident in his own strength, so he boldly proposed.

Gandalf thought about it, perhaps thinking that there was too little information to analyze anything, and that if he wanted to find the black hand behind the troll, he could only venture into the depths of the woods once, so he nodded in agreement.

This time, Mo Tie took the lead in front, and in case of an accident, he could react in time.

The forest was silent, and after a day's walk, they were already very close to the territory of the trolls.

"Iron, wait, it's time for us to find a place to rest. Dealing with trolls at night can be a disadvantage. Gandalf whispered to Mo Tie that he was a little uneasy, and that his original plan did not include spending the night in the Troll Forest, but only intended to explore the periphery.

Mo Tie knew what Gandalf meant, if they encountered a troll here during the day, they would be able to climb to the top of the tree, but not at night.

He sighed, it was really difficult to have a crispy mage in the team.

In order not to attract the attention of the trolls, Mo Tie and Gandalf climbed the tree, chose a good trunk, and made do with the night.

Gandalf took out a bottle of wine and a strip of dry bread from his backpack for dinner, and said to Mo Tie embarrassedly: "I didn't expect to sleep here, you want to eat something, I have a lot of them here." ”

Finally, Mo Tie took a piece of salmon steak and a bottle of Aalto.

In the dark, the two of them finished eating silently and rested.

Mo Tie rejected Gandalf's offer to take turns keeping vigils: "I can sense danger, and even if I fall asleep, I can wake up instantly." ”

Half-asleep and half-awake, a slight tremor passed through the trunk to Mo Tie's body, and he really woke up instantly.

Opening his eyes, he quietly looked down, and after a while, a large figure appeared. At this time, Gandalf had been awakened by the sound of the troll's footsteps, and was also looking down to see the situation.

The troll carried a long wooden spoon and walked as he muttered.

"Bert is the chef, why should I carry a spoon, he's such a busy man."

When the troll was far away, Mo Tie quietly asked Gandalf, "Shall we follow?" ”

"No, we need to find out who is behind the trolls, and it's not surprising that one or two trolls are here."

"And how do you find the people behind them?"

"Tomorrow we will continue to walk deep into the forest." Gandalf thought for a moment and made a decision.

Mo Tie shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter.

The next morning, they packed up their things and continued their walk deeper into the forest.

This time, we went all the way to the cave where the trolls lived, and there was not a single troll in it, and there were many bloody skeletons scattered around, both animals and people.

"It's just one of many troll caves deep in the forest, and it doesn't seem to be anything unusual, it's just as dirty."

Gandalf came to a conclusion after careful examination.

Mo Tie said strangely: "There are human corpses here, but there are no human items, could it be eaten by trolls?" ”

It was obviously impossible, he was used to touching the gathering place of the orcs himself, and he found the irrationality of this cave at a glance.

Gandalf was reminded to find out about this as well.

In fact, this cave still has some human daily necessities, rags, clothes, shoes, etc., but there are no iron weapons - travelers walking around the troll forest almost always carry weapons.

"Maybe we should search for these clothes." Mo Tie proposed.

He soon found a letter inside a blood-stained garment.

"Uh...... Mr. Gandalf, I don't know how to read, could you please see what is written on it? Mo Tie was embarrassed to find that he had a multilingual translator and could communicate with each other, but he couldn't read words.

Gandalf took the letter, unfolded it and looked at it a few times, shaking his head regretfully: "There is no useful information, this is just an ordinary businessman's suicide note." ”

In Middle-earth, there are as many orcs as giant rats, and there is a possibility that any uninhabited wilderness path will have the possibility of orcs attacking caravans. No matter what size the caravan is, once it encounters this kind of thing, it can only ask for more blessings.

As a result, merchants often prepare a suicide note on their bodies, and in case of misfortune, these things may be found by passing mercenaries or rangers and returned to their families, of course, this is all paid.

Most of these suicide notes contain the content of comforting his wife and children, distributing the inheritance, and explaining how much honorarium to the sender. It seems that Gandalf has the same letter.

"Do you want to deliver a letter?" Gandalf asked Mo Tie, "It's near the Brunan ferry, and you'll meet it when you leave the forest." ”

Mo Tie shook his head: "I don't do this kind of thing. ”

He didn't want to see the recipient's sad and painful face.

"Then I'll get out of the forest and find a postman." Gandalf put the letter away, he didn't have time to waste on these things.

"Are we going to any other troll caves?" Mo Tie asked, I've searched here, and there's nothing useful.

Gandalf nodded, "Let's take a look while it's still early." Whatever you see, get out of here before the sun goes down. After a moment's thought, he added, "If there are sleeping trolls in the cave, don't go inside." ”

Mo Tie suddenly turned his head, looked in the direction of the cave entrance, and said, "I'm afraid we don't need to go to other caves, the owner of this house is back." ”

Gandalf ran to the entrance of the cave and looked out, and sure enough, he saw the leaves shaking in the distance, which is what happens when the troll walks past and rubs against the branches.

He ran back into the depths of the cave, looking for a place to hide.

Mo Tie pressed Gandalf's shoulder and said, "Mr. Gandalf, since you paid for this trip, please believe in my strength." ”

He told Gandalf to stand in the shadows deep in the cavern, carrying his steel sword and carefully taping it to the edge of the cave.

The dull footsteps were getting closer, and the troll was back.

It looks like the troll didn't have much to gain, and it was empty-handed. As he bent his head into the cave, a bright light appeared in his view.

Mo Tie used all the strength of his body to slash at the troll's shoulder with a sword. Due to the problem of height, he can only swing the sword from the bottom up, and the strength starts from the soles of his feet, thighs, waist and abdomen, back muscles, arms, and finally vents from the steel sword.

This sword was the most powerful he had ever used, and he felt like it might have exceeded 10 tons. The troll's skin, though hard, could not withstand such force.

With a "tear", the troll's thick right arm snapped in response, and "poof" fell to the ground, and a large stream of ink-black blood spilled on the ground like a bucket.

The troll, which did not react, suddenly lost its center of gravity and tilted to the left, and its shocked eyes slowly moved to the right, wanting to see why its right arm was so painful.

Mo Tie didn't stop moving, and used the combo move of "Constantly like spring water", and swung away with another sword, unloading the troll's left hand.

The troll finally reacted, instinctively screaming, great fear hanging over it.

Mo Tie slapped the troll's head hard with the side of his steel sword, interrupting its shouting. Then the horizontal sword was placed around its neck and said, "Shut up and kneel." ”

The troll is a creature with thick skin and no brains, and when he saw that Mo Tie could kill it cleanly, he obediently admitted it and did it.

Mo Tie forced the troll deep into the cavern and shouted into the shadows, "Mr. Gandalf, do you have any questions for it?" ”

Gandalf stepped out of the shadows with a wonderful expression on his face.

Elves are a very combative race, but they are definitely not known for their strength, they are more adept at dexterous movements and dazzling archery.

Mo Tie's rugged style is more like a heavily armed knight among human warriors.

How could a wild elf grow crooked like this?

"Uh...... Thank you, Mr. Ain, for your help. I think I have some questions to ask it. Gandalf said politely.

"Have any special people been to the Troll Forest lately?"

The troll endured great pain and spoke, "No human has entered the forest in many years. ”

"Not human, something else, like a spider?" Gandalf pressed on.

"Spiders?" The troll blinked, "It's a wolf, how can there be a spider?" ”

"What wolf?" Gandalf felt like he had caught the point.

"The wolf of the orcs."