Although Wang Yonghao had a grudge, he also had to secretly applaud the just right defense of the female Zhuo'er sacrifice.

Once again, she saved people's lives and was able to further assert her authority, so that she could continue to lead these coalition forces.

At this, the golden light shield blocked the fire bats, and the fire bats all rebounded to themselves with a huge impact, and their noses and faces were swollen and blood flowed one by one.

This defense was really powerful, and she successfully gave these ranged troops a chance to breathe, but the dazed fire bats quickly regrouped and actually took off again.

"What a foodie!"

Wang Yonghao frowned and sighed, because these things actually rushed towards the somewhat scattered melee troops behind.

Before the ranged troops could react, the [Hellfire Bat] had already fallen, and Shengsheng took another large piece of this infantry camp.

Fragments of stumps continued to fall from the air, screaming and chewing, and these people entered the stomachs of these [Hellfire Bats] again.

As soon as the ranged troops disappeared from the golden light shield, they immediately fired at the Hellfire Bat that flew towards it.

Another burst

[There are a lot of things to do today, come directly, and the anti-theft will be changed early tomorrow morning]

No sooner had he turned the doorknob than all the people rushed in, bowing and saying, "Wait for your dispatch!" They were Dori, Nori, Ori, Oyin, and Groin, and soon two purple hats, a gray hat, a brown hat, and a white hat were hung on a coat rack, and the dwarves swaggered into their companions with their big hands in their belts of gold or silver. These people do seem to have the strength of Le Yile. Some people want to drink ale, some want to drink dark beer, and some want to drink coffee, but everyone has to eat cake. Therefore, this hard-working hobbit has been busy for a long time.

A large pot of coffee was boiling on the stove, the seed cakes were all killed, and the dwarves were attacking the creamed wheat cakes, when there was a loud knock at the door. This time it wasn't the doorbell, but the sound of the hobit banging on the beautiful green door of the hobbit – someone banging on the door with a stick!

Bilbo rushed down the hallway in a rage, his head in a state of confusion and unable to figure out anything, it had been the most chaotic Wednesday of his life. He slammed the door, and all the people outside fell in, one by one to the floor. More dwarves, four more! Gandalf stood right behind, leaning on his cane and laughing. He knocked on the door with a lot of marks, and by the way, he had rubbed off the secret mark he had made yesterday.

"Be careful! Be careful! He said. I said Bilbo, it's not like your style to let your friends wait at the door and open it suddenly! May I introduce Beaver, Beaufer, and Pomber, and this Thorin! ”

"At your disposal!" Beafer, Beaufer and Pomber said in a row. Then they hung up two yellow hats and a pale green hat, and a sky-blue hat with long silver tassels on it. The last hat is Thorin's, a very important dwarf, in fact, Thorin Oak Shield. At the moment he was not happy that he had fallen to the floor with Beaver, Beaufer, and Pombert still pressed on him. Because, the fat Pombo is amazingly heavy. Thorin was rather haughty, and he didn't say anything to be sent; However, poor Bilbo had apologized many times, and finally, with a humming "Don't say any more", his tightly knit brows finally relaxed.

"Everyone's here!" Gandalf looked at the thirteen brightly coloured hats for the banquet and his own pointed hat hanging from the hat rack and said, "What a rarity! I hope that those who are late still have something to eat and drink! What's that? Tea! No, thanks! I want to drink some red wine. ”

"Me too," Thorin said.

"And blueberry jam and apple tart," Biffer said.

"And minced meat pie and cheese," Beaufer said.

"And pork pie and salad," Pomber said.

"If you don't mind, please have some more cake, ale and coffee!" The other dwarves shouted through the door.

"And a few hard-boiled eggs, you're such a nice guy!" When Bilbo rushed to the pantry, they added, "Don't forget the smoked chicken and pickled cucumbers, too!" ”

"How can this guy know so much about my pantry!" Mr. Baggins felt a mess in his mind and began to wonder if this was the most worrying adventure that had come to his door. By the time he had put all the cups, pans, forks, forks, bottles and saucers on large trays, he was already sweating and red, and he felt quite unhappy.

"These dwarves are so rude!" He exclaimed, "Why didn't they come to help?" "Oh my God, aren't Bahrain and Dwarin standing right in the doorway? Behind him stood Fili and Chili, and before he could say the second word, they moved out the tray and a few small tables, and rearranged the outside.

Gandalf was surrounded by thirteen dwarves, and Bilbo sat on a small stool by the fireplace, munching on a small biscuit (his appetite had temporarily disappeared), trying to force his composure, showing that everything was normal and that it was not a risk to him. The dwarves ate and ate and talked and talked and chatted

"You're all going to stay for dinner, right?" He asked in the calmest and most polite tone.

"Of course!" "We're going to stay a little longer, it's too late to do something, and we should enjoy some music," Sorin said. Put things away! ”

The twelve dwarves (not counting Thorin, who was too high in status and had to keep talking to Gandalf) immediately bounced up and piled everything high. Without waiting for the tray, they immediately carried the mountain of cutlery with one hand, and there was a bottle on it. Bilbo panicked and inexplicably followed behind, nervously yelling, "Please be careful! "Please, don't bother! I'll just do it myself! But the dwarf tore open his throat as usual, and sang:

Break the cup, break the plate!

Sharpen blunt knives and bend forks!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates the most

Break the bottle and burn the stopper!

Shred the tablecloth and throw the cream!

And poured the milk on the floor!

Bones left on the carpet in the bedroom!

Pour wine on every door panel!

All of these were thrown into the cauldron of boiling soup;

Beat the air violently with a stick,

If there is still a complete container after getting it,

Just roll them out into the living room!

Bilbo Baggins hates this the most!

We have to be careful! Take these plates carefully!

Of course, they didn't do anything as terrible as the lyrics, everything was cleaned up and put in the cupboard as fast as lightning fast. The hobbits were in the kitchen, desperate to see what they were doing. Then the group walked back, and they saw Thorin with his feet crossed on the table, smoking his pipe. The smoke rings he spit out were even bigger than ever, and no matter where he told them to float, they were obedient. These smoke rings would burrow into chimneys, hide in the clock on the fireplace, dance around the ceiling; However, no matter where these smoke rings drifted, they could not escape Gandalf's aiming. Burst! He would puff out smaller rings of smoke from his clay pipe, passing through each of Thorin's rings, and then Gandalf's rings would turn green and float back to the wizard's head. There were already many smoke rings floating on his head by this time, and in the faint light it seemed to have a mysterious temperament. Bilbo looked at the scene with his mouth wide open, for he liked smoke rings the most; Then, he remembered his axe yesterday, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Let's have some music!" Thorin said, "Get out your instruments!" ”

Chili and Filip immediately ran to their backpacks and retrieved two violins, while Dori, Norri, and Ori pulled the flutes out of their clothes, Pomber conjured a drum from the living room, and Beaver and Beaufer went out and retrieved a couple of recorders from where their canes had been placed. Dwalin and Bahrain said, "Sorry, we left the instrument at the door!" "Bring mine in," Sorin said. They brought back a six-stringed instrument as tall as their own, and Thorin's harp was wrapped in cloth. It was a beautiful golden harp, and with a pluck of the strings, the sweet music flowed out at once, making Bilbo forget all the troubles around him, and drift away into the distant dark land, looking at the strange moonlight in the sky, far away from the nearby rivers and hills.

The night drifted in through the window facing the hill, the fire in the fireplace flickered (it was still April), and they continued to play, and Gandalf's beard cast strange shadows on the wall.

Darkness enveloped the room, the fire slowly extinguished, and the shadows disappeared, but they continued to play, one by one, playing instruments and singing, their deep voices chanting the praises of their ancient underground homeland. The bottom is part of their ballad, but without the accompaniment of music, I don't know if this song is still the same beautiful.

Over the icy mountains and mist,

Arrive at the ancient cave in the deep cellar,

We need to leave before dawn,

Find beautiful prime locations.

The dwarves of the past have done great deeds,

The hammer falls like a bell of music,

In the depths, dark creatures sleep

A lair beneath the base.

Ancient kings and elven nobles,

With endless gold and orbs,

They hammer and forge and catch the scattered brilliance,

A drill hoop hidden in the hilt of a sword.

Hanging on the silver necklace

Meteor light, inlaid in the crown

Golden Silk Weaving Dragon Flame,

They capture the light and heat of the sun and the moon.

Over the icy mountains and mist,

Arrive at the ancient cave in the deep cellar,

We need to leave before dawn,

Find the ancient gold land you inherited.

They made beautiful wine glasses for themselves,

The golden harp, no one can see it

They are silently hidden, many songs

Neither humans nor elves have tasted it.

The pine trees cried in the high ground,

Strong winds are noisy at night.

The flames are crimson, spreading mercilessly,

The trees roared like torches.

The bells in the valley rang loudly,

Humans look in a hurry;

The eye of the dragon is stronger than the flames,

Destroyed the tower and the hall.

Mountains are shrouded in smoke in the moonlight;

The dwarves heard the trumpet of doom.

Fleeing from the hall and falling into danger,

At his feet, in the moonlight, it was still doomed.

Lamenting in the misty mountains in the distance,

The ancient caves of the low cellars are dark,

We need to leave before dawn,

In order to inherit the harp and gold, he did not hesitate to fight him!

With their songs, the hobbits begin to feel a deep love for objects created by combining dexterous hands, wisdom, and magic; An emotion as strong and jealous as that of a dwarf. At this point, the blood of the Tuk family in his body was awakened, and he wanted to see the great mountains, listen to the songs of the pine trees and the majesty of the waterfalls, and explore the caves, armed with a sword instead of an ordinary cane. He looked out the window, the stars shining in the dark sky, reminding him of the treasures of the dwarves in the dark caves. Suddenly, there was a flash of fire by the creek, perhaps someone had lit a campfire; It reminded him of the insatiable dragon sitting on his peaceful hill, engulfing everything in flames. He shuddered, and immediately regained his senses, and once again became Mr. Baggins in the pit of the bottom of the bag.

He stood up trembling, not wanting much to light the oil lamp, but just to make a pretense and hide behind the barrels in the cellar until the dwarves were gone. Suddenly, he realized that the music and the song had all stopped, and everyone's eyes were looking at him with a sparkle through the darkness.

"Where are you going?" Thorin's tone was stern, as if he had guessed what was going on in the hobbit's mind.

"I just want some light, okay?" Bilbo said apologetically.

"We love the dark," said the dwarf, "and the darkness is suitable for secret discussions!" It's still a long time before dawn. ”

"Of course, of course!" Bilbo sat down hurriedly. He accidentally didn't sit on the bench, but he bumped into the tongs and shovel next to the fireplace.

"Be quiet!" Gandalf said, "Listen to what Thorin has to say!" Thorin began to gush.

"Gandalf, dwarves, and Mr. Baggins! We gather in the home of this friend and conspirator, the greatest, fearless hobbit, and may the hair on his feet never fall off! Toast his wine and ale! He paused for a change of breath, hoping for a polite response from the hobbit. However, Bilbo Baggins was already overwhelmed by the fright, and the adjective "fearless" made him even more speechless, and only a few bubbles appeared in his mouth that was ready to protest, and his tangled little head was pitifully about to burn. Thus, Sorin continues:

"We are here to discuss our plans, methods, intentions, policies and tools. We had to embark on a long journey before dawn, and this journey, we.