The swooping of the [Hellfire Bats] was unstoppable, although after the panic of the first round of dives, many people were already resisting.

Fortunately, this is a coalition of nearly 20,000 believers of various gods, can it be so slaughtered at will?

Lasers, freezes, arrows, Chaos Balls, and all sorts of spells and attacks are pouring down on the bats.

But apart from taking away the lives of the [Hellfire Bats], the overall situation still has little effect.

However, it has also completely suppressed the impact of the [Hellfire Bat] community, even if it is a life for life, the one who can win in the end must be the believer coalition.

[There's nothing wrong with anti-theft, change it early tomorrow morning.] 】

Not long before the time for afternoon tea, there was a deafening doorbell from the front door, and he just remembered! He frantically boiled the water, prepared another teacup and saucer and a few pieces of cake, and ran to the door as fast as he could.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" He was about to say this, only to find that it wasn't Gandalf in front of him. The other is a dwarf with a bluebeard tucked into his belt, he wears a dark green hat and has very bright eyes. As soon as the door opened, he burst in, as if his master were his good brother.

He found the nearest coat rack with the hooded cloak attached to it and hung it up, and said, "Dvalin is at his disposal!" He said with a deep bow.

"Bilbo Baggins is at your disposal!" The hobbits were surprised to forget what question to ask. When the ensuing silence became awkward, he added, "I was about to have tea, please come and use it with me." "Maybe it's a little blunt, but he really is sincere; And what would you do if a dwarf came into your house uninvited and didn't have a word of explanation?

They had not been seated at the table for a long time, and in fact, they had just eaten the third cake when the doorbell rang again, louder than the previous one.

"I'll quit first!" The hobbit rushed to the door again.

"You're finally here!" He was going to say this to Gandalf, but it wasn't Gandalf who appeared in front of him. The other was a very old-looking dwarf, with a white beard and a red hat; In the same way, he jumped in as soon as the door opened, as if he had received an invitation eight hundred years earlier.

"Everybody's starting to report in!" He said this when he saw Dwalin's coat and hat hanging from the shelf. He also hung his red hat next to him: "Bahrain is at your disposal!" He said with his hands on his chest.

"Thank you!" Bilbo was taken aback, he shouldn't have said that, according to the courtesy, but the phrase "everyone is starting to report" made him confused. He likes visitors, but he prefers arranged guests, and prefers to invite them personally. He suddenly had a foreboding feeling that there might not be enough cake. As a host, he has a ritual that must be observed no matter how painful it is: he must first invite the guest to eat, and he may not be able to eat it himself.

"Come in, let's have tea first!" After taking a deep breath, he finally reluctantly spoke.

"Kind sir, if you don't bother, it would be better to have some beer!" The white-bearded Barin said, "If you have some seed cakes, sir, I don't mind." ”

"Of course, of course, I have a lot of them!" Bilbo was surprised to find himself answering like that, and his feet were so busy with themselves. He went to the cellar to fill a large jug of beer, and then went to the dining room to get two fragrant round seed cakes that he had freshly baked in the afternoon to serve as a snack after dinner.

When he returned, Barin and Devalin were already talking like old friends (in fact, they were brothers). Bilbo had just put the beer and cake on the table, and the doorbell rang loudly again, and twice in a row!

"This time it has to be Gandalf!" He had a guess as he ran down the hallway panting, but this time it wasn't. Two more dwarves came, both wearing blue hoods, silver belts, yellow beards, and carrying a bag of tools and a shovel. As soon as the door opened, they rushed in honestly and unceremoniously, but this time it didn't frighten Bilbo.

"Dear dwarves, is there anything I can do to help?" He said.

"Chili is at your disposal!" One of them said. "And Filip, too!" Another added. Both quickly took off their hats and bowed deeply.

"I'm waiting for you and your family!" Bilbo finally answered them this time.

"It turns out that Dwalin and Bahrain have already arrived first," said Chili, "let's have fun together!" ”

"Looney Joy!" Mr. Baggins thought to himself, "That doesn't sound good, I'll have to sit down and have a cup of tea and think about what to do." He hid in the corner and took a sip, while the other four dwarves sat at the table heroically, talking and laughing loudly about the mines, the gold and the troubles of the orcs, the raids of the dragons, and many other things he did not know and did not want to hear about, because they all sounded too adventurous. At this moment, his doorbell rang again, as if some naughty hobby child was trying to rip it off with all his might.

"Someone is coming again!" He said with a wink.

"From that sound, I guess there were four men," said Fili, "and, before we came, I saw them following me." ”

The poor hobbit sat in the drawing-room, head in his hands, not knowing what was going on, or whether the wicked would stay for dinner. Then, the doorbell was so loud and loud that he had to run to open the door with all his might. After opening the door, he realized that it was not four people at all, but five people! While he was in a daze in the drawing-room, another dwarf came up; 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.

[That's it, change tomorrow]