Chapter 288: Killing Intent Crushes

Gandalf was right, Lan Ze did have a problem, and there was a big problem, at least for the will of the world, the appearance of Lan Ze was a huge crisis. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And with the growth of the Titan Body in Lan Ze's body, the suppression of Lan Ze by the World Will will become weaker and weaker, so that in the end, the World Will can only back down, in fact, if the World Will does not drive Lan Ze away at the very beginning, this matter is already a certainty!

The feast belonging to the dwarves continued, and poor Bilbo seemed to have forgotten, these dwarves did not understand that as guests they should be kind to their hosts, the dwarves frantically moved away a large amount of food stored by Bilbo.

Watching the tall and stout dwarves move their own food, Bilbo looked at Lan Ze for help: "Man, can you do me a favor?" Can you drive these dwarves away just like you did with the pines? ”

"I'm sorry" a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Lan Ze's mouth: "I'm the protagonist of this party, of course, if these guys dare to steal the limelight from me at any time, I will consider your suggestion." ”

"Oh man, rest assured, you'll always be the one who shines brightest at the party! Hurry up, we need you!! Devalin on the side happily took a plate of sausages and strode towards the restaurant.

"Damn, Lan Ze, you've changed!" Bilbo watched in despair as Lan Ze once again joined the dwarven carnival, looking at his small body, feeling the malice of the world.

At the end of the carnival dinner, and everyone was satisfied around the table, Gandalf counted the number of people one by one: "One, two, three...... Twelve, I think we're missing one here. ”

"Thorin, he has a northern clan meeting to attend, and will arrive later." Bahrain, a dwarf with a huge snow-white beard, among the dwarves, Bahrain is a relatively calm and wise dwarf, with a very good view of the overall situation, and is also the relative and most trusted person of Oak Shield Thorin, and at the same time Bahrain is also a battle-hardened warrior and skilled dwarven craftsman.

"A meeting of the northern clans? Although I don't like to be late, I can't dismiss this reason. Gandalf shrugged helplessly.

A knock sounded, unlike the other dwarves, this time it was not a bell, but a heavy knock on the door, for some reason, the surrounding atmosphere was instantly much quieter, Gandalf took a puff of his pipe, spit out a puff of cigarette, and whispered in his mouth: "He's coming!" ”

Oak Shield - Thorin, a proud and serious man, the prince of the Dwarves of Turin, the son of the most prosperous King Irub in Middle-earth, once in a battle with the orcs, at the moment of defeat, armed with an oak shield, a man, a sword, a shield, and simply cut down the leader of the pale orcs, King Moria, the blasphemer - Azog!

Successfully rewrite the tide of the battle that is about to be lost!

With long jet-black hair, a stiff and resolute face, and a pair of proud and serious eyes, he entered the hobbit hut, took off his coat, threw it to the dwarf on the side, and looked at Gandalf with serious eyes: "Gandalf, I thought this place was easy to find." ”

"Of course, I have a marker." Gandalf was stunned for a moment and said casually.

"But I've been lost twice! If it weren't for the standard room, I wouldn't have found this place at all! Thorin looked at Gandalf, and Gandalf looked at Sorrin, and then the two said no more.

Gandalf knew that it was impossible for the mighty oak shield, Thorin, not to see the mark he had left behind, and the reason for this was obviously because the haughty prince did not want to leave the impression that he was unpunctual in front of his dwarven people, although his tardiness was for the sake of the dwarves.

"Standard room? That's impossible!! Bilbo exclaimed, "I just painted the door a week ago!" ”

"I'm sorry, dear Bilbo," Gandalf shrugged innocently, "I'm the mark I just carved this morning, and I'd like to introduce you to the leader of our adventurous party, Oakshield Thorin. ”

"Oak Shield-Thorrin?!" Bilbo exclaimed, and a large number of the other party's great deeds instantly came to his mind.

"Bilbo? Is he the hobbit? Looking at Bilbo, Thorin's brow furrowed instantly.

Looking at the oak shield Thorin who slowly walked towards him, Bilbo's heart tightened, the name of the shadow man of the tree, Thorin is said to have killed the leader of the pale orcs, the blasphemer - Azog! Although he also has a grandfather who is said to be even more remarkable, to be honest, compared to the real legend in front of him, the pressure on Bilbo's heart is not small.

Looking at the other party's haughty and serious face, Bilbo swallowed nervously and spat.

"Tell me, Mr. Bilbo, have you ever fought? Are you proficient in weapons? Any weapon, including swords, axes, or even the simplest sticks? Looking at Bilbo, Thorin's eyes became more and more dissatisfied, the hobbit in front of him was too thin, and the cowardice and nervousness in his eyes also made Thorin extremely dissatisfied in his heart, what he needed was a warrior or a brave snitch, not a weak, unbaptized hobbit!

"What I need is a fighter, Mr. Bilbo, you have disappointed me! You're not fit for adventure, you'd better be a normal hobbit! With a deep look at Bilbo, Thorin turned to leave.

Looking at Thorin's back as he turned around, his mind replayed the words Thorin had just said; You're not fit to take risks.

Bilbo inexplicably felt extremely lost, lowered his head, looked at the gap in the ground, the corners of Bilbo's mouth crossed a trace of bitterness, he was really still the most ordinary hobbit.

Just as Thorin was about to leave, a big hand pressed on Thorin's shoulder, a huge force instantly made Thorin's footsteps stop, his brows furrowed slightly, and Thorin's body instantly surged with a terrifying might, this is the seriousness of the superior, this is the momentum of the superior!

"Who are you? Do you know what you're doing? Get out of the way!! ”

But would Lan Ze be afraid of the other party's eyes? Compared to Thorin, Lan Ze has seen countless characters who are more powerful than him, not to mention that you are a down-and-out prince, even if you become a dwarf king, this momentum cannot affect Lan Ze, a smile crossed the corner of his handsome mouth, but his eyes were extremely cold and piercing looking at Thorin

"The Dwarven Prince? Oak Shield - Thorin? Since you have forgotten, then it is necessary for me to remind you that this is not you Ilubo, this is Mr. Bilbo's home, and I don't care what your purpose is, what your mission is, what your identity is, and although the hobbits are hospitable, I think you owe Mr. Bilbo a thank you and an apology now. ”

"Apologize?" Thorin raised his head proudly, looking at Lan Ze with cold eyes, the two looked at each other, Thorin asked forcefully, "What if I don't?" ”

"I'm sorry, it's a bit of a hassle, but I promise, refusing to apologize isn't a good choice for you and your dwarven friends." A touch of red flickered in Lan Ze's eyes, and a faint killing intent surrounded Lan Ze, almost subconsciously, the thirteen dwarves pulled out their weapons at the same time, and looked at Lan Ze with a cautious expression.

Since temperament exists, so does murderous aura. People who have been on the battlefield for a long time are always more familiar with the murderous and bloody aura than normal people, so these people know that killing one person and killing a hundred people are completely different from the murderous aura in the body, and in the same way, killing people on the battlefield and killing people in peacetime, killing good people and killing bad people, the murderous aura obtained is different.

This difference in killing intent can only be understood by those who have experienced it firsthand.

Counting Thorin, the thirteen dwarves in front of him have experienced countless battles, each of them has killed at least hundreds of people, and the killing intent is absolutely strong, but compared to the Lan Ze in front of him, he suddenly has a feeling of sitting in a well and watching the sky.

And as the most violent and ferocious of the thirteen dwarves, Dewalin was also the most deeply touched in the face of Lan Ze's killing intent!

Words such as ferocious, brutal, unscrupulous, ruthless, and so on appeared wildly in Devalin's mind, and Devalin seemed to see that in the endless sea of blood, a tower of white bones piled up, countless undead wailed, and on a throne of white bones, a familiar face was looking at him with a cold look, which was as cold as a steel knife, which made people timid, terrifying, and desperate.

Suppressing his trembling hands, Dvalin swallowed a mouthful of spit, his eyes glinting with disbelief and fear.

Damn, who the hell is this guy Lan Ze? Where did he come from? What the hell did he go through!! You know, even the blasphemer with tens of thousands of undead under his command - Azog does not have such a terrifying murderous aura!! (To be continued.) )