The half-elves who are not taboo in meat and vegetables make this group of dwarves stunned, basically do not eat vegetables, and smoke, drink, and sing and play with other people, but these are all skills, and the low-charm contractors can't play with them at all. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

13 dwarves and a hobbit, plus the gray-robed wizards Gandalf and Fang Yun, officially embarked on the journey to the Lonely Mountain.

The dwarves rode ponies that were also found on the earth, and although Fang Yun didn't know what breed it was, it was really cute, and Gandalf gave him a tall horse.

Fang Yun got a long pipe from the dwarf, held it in his mouth, and smoked it, spit out a smoke ring from time to time, the spicy smoke circulated in his lungs, nicotine always made Fang Yun show a comfortable expression, in the eyes of the elves, Fang Yun, this half-elf, was degenerate, but when the dwarves saw him like this, they felt that they had finally seen a normal elf, and it was obvious that the elves in their eyes before were abnormal.

With a flick of Gandalf's fingers, his fingertips burst into flames, and a small flame appeared, gently igniting the tobacco leaves in his pipe.

Fang Yun hadn't thought that he would become a magician's apprentice at this time, but as a childlike half-elf, he leaned over with big curious eyes: "Grandpa Gandalf, how did you rub this flame out." ”

For this title, Fang Yun has been calling since yesterday, although Gandalf was a little hesitant but still responded, a fatherless and motherless child, even if he was adopted by humans, it is estimated that he will be tortured, no matter how dark Gandalf is in his heart, he was also moved by the poor Fang Yun in his eyes.

I thought it would be nice to have a grandson.

And since then, the favorability between the two has soared to 81 points.

"Poor boy, the High Elves know some magic, but you've never learned it."

Fang Yun, who pursed his lips, was a little embarrassed, but he glanced at Gandalf a few more times, but he just didn't speak, how could the scheming gray-robed wizard not know what this meant.

It's just a small fireball technique, Gandalf smiled generously: "This fireball technique is taught to you, but whether you can learn it depends on your ability." ”

Fang Yun nodded vigorously, like a child who sees something curious.

"Hint: Gandalf, the gray-robed wizard, to teach you the Lv1 Fireball Technique. Yes/No"

(Learning ability requirements, wisdom: 11 points, spirit: 14 points)

After taking a look at the 50% increase in yourself, the wisdom of the tall 24 points and the spirit of the same 24 points can be learned.

I immediately chose yes.

"Hint: You learned the Lv1 Fireball Technique taught by the Grey-robed Wizard Gandalf."

Fireball Spell Lv1

Magic Skill Rarity: Common

Cost: 10 MP (240 MP total)

Skill cooldown: 10 seconds.

Attack: 30+Intelligence x100%

Fireball Shot Speed: 1 second (Fast)

Fireball Movement Speed: 100/sec (Average)

Side Effect: Burns, drops 3 health per second for 3 seconds.

Side Effect: Scorch, Causes Pain to Enemies, Reduces Evasion by 3%.

(Comment: If you want to be a good magician, start by rubbing fireballs.) ）

After Fang Yun learned it, he immediately rubbed out a fireball technique, in the last second, Gandalf had just told him the secret of the fireball technique, and in the next second, Fang Yun threw out a fireball, blasting an insignificant pit on the ground, the fire element was very weak, and there was no harm, but what was surprising was that this half-elf would have such a terrifying talent.

It's just learning and using, he was a genius himself back then, but it took him half an hour to learn, so it's amazing.

In fact, like the gray-robed wizard Gandalf (dark gold plot boss), he would not be so close to the contractor of the killing space at all, even if the charm is really high, but Fang Yun has the elven blood of Middle-earth, if he didn't leave the ring, he would be a half-elf born and raised, and the relevance of Middle-earth plays a decisive role.

Even if a contractor clears a plot world, or even calls him the emperor, it is only possible to reach 99.9% relevance, and that 0.01% is crucial, otherwise, it will always make people think that he is an outsider, although there will be no harm, but there will always be a barrier.

In short, for Fang Yun, coming to Middle-earth is like returning to his hometown.

The early journey was pleasant, and although everyone carried heavy burdens or sharp swords and axes, there were beautiful sights everywhere along the way, Fang Yun leisurely foiled the fireballs, watched the strange beasts in the woods, or talked to others about the strength of the orcs.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's finally here." There were three people in total, two of them were wearing shabby armor that was half leather and half iron, brown pants, and muddy boots, one was a tall man with a black western iron sword in his hand that he didn't know where he got it, and the other was a slightly shorter man with a crossbow arrow at his waist, Fang Yun estimated that those two weapons should be a blank slate with his high perception.

But the last bald man, with a shining armor on his upper body, a shield in his hand, and a Western short sword at his waist, was much better than those two in terms of temperament and clothing.

There is no obvious way to identify the contractors, because the temperament of the contractors is mostly the same, full of murderous atmosphere, and with the familiarity and perception of the plot, veterans are generally very simple to identify who the contractor is.

"The plot is not right, the Lonely Mountain team has added another elf, Kita, what do you say!" The small-eyed crossbow-wielding man was Reagan, and he frowned.

The man with the western iron sword nodded to him, the silent bald man was called Hanks, his eyes always flashed with a lonely gaze, but he still calmed down and said: "We used the precious random teleportation scroll to avoid them, the space has already reminded us, we are entering someone else's novice world, because of our joining, some changes in the plot are understandable, fortunately, there is no need to bother to join their lonely mountain team, just choose the right path and wait for them." ”

When they came here, they had two paths to choose from, and it was clear that as long as they knew a little about Middle-earth and bought some information, they could choose the right one.

Gandalf talked to Thorin on the road, and thought that he should hire some elite rangers or mercenaries, but would he sign a contract to share the treasure with them?

NO，NO，NO。

Ten gold coins per person is enough, Thorin thought about it slightly, and happily decided that the generous future dwarven king will take out thirty dwarven gold coins from the gold mountain as a reward.

"Ranger on the journey, ten gold coins per person to hire you, do you want to go to the Lonely Mountain with us?" Gandalf and Thorin rode forward, and the gray-robed wizard Gandalf who spoke had a loud voice, as if there was a huge shadow behind him, and after invisibility, a dull and magnificent aura appeared.

First of all, Gandalf used magic invisibly, and he had an extraordinary momentum, and the three of them quickly nodded and agreed, for fear of annoying this old wizard who had never been killed in the killing space, the main quest is worth 1000 general coins, no more, no less, after all, there are side quests, and hidden quests are profitable, although they have only done one hidden quest........

", it's really raised by my stepmother." Fang Yun couldn't help but murmur secretly in the back, when he met Gandalf, it wasn't like this, he couldn't help but ask the old man with the same unkind expression, the dwarf Balin, the one with all the gray hair.

The old dwarf Balin sighed: "From ten miles away, I can smell the blood on them, it is obvious that they are a group of mercenaries who only know how to kill and set fires, not pure rangers, these people fight for money, no glory, no mission, if it weren't for the fact that we have too few people, we wouldn't have hired them." ”

Fang Yun couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and Balin hurriedly said, "Poor child, of course you don't count, how can they be compared to you." ”

"Haha, those mercenaries raised by bitches, as long as they have enough money, they can explode their chrysanthemums." Groin grinned, he had red hair, and four or five pigtail-like mustaches on his chin, and he looked messy, well, all the dwarves were messy, Groin had a red-haired dwarven son, and he was friends with the elven prince....of course that was later.

At this time, the trio had already come to the dwarf, and when they heard Groyin's unbridled ridicule, their faces couldn't help but turn red, this was angry, but how dare they do it, they forced their smiles and walked to the rear, there were no horses, and they basically had to go........