The crowd did not stop at the Shire, or even simply replenished their supplies at Brie, and rushed along the Eastern Avenue.

There was no danger encountered along the way, and the Orc cavalry that had been following behind seemed to have been thrown away, and the days were in a boring hurry, and half a month soon passed.

This is normal, in this era of underdeveloped transportation, most people may not have left their hometown in their lives, if you want to go to a farther place, it is good to have a horse, and the journey is measured in years without a horse.

During this time, the dwarves counted the days every day, and the smiles on their faces grew brighter and brighter as they saw that the time for Townsend to pay his first commission was getting closer and closer.

The dwarves were not afraid of long journeys, they hurried during the day, and held feasts at night, and with Town's financial resources, food was never in short supply, and it was not uncommon for demons to dance around the campfire, and if it weren't for the presence of Shalin, Townsend suspected that they would even have to strip naked and run wild in the wilderness.

The only thing that made the dwarves curious was that their employers wore hoods every night, and they were far away and rarely talked to everyone.

But they don't bother to explore this.

It's enough to have Mithril to earn.

After crossing the Bridge of the End, the group crossed the Misesel River, announcing that the pleasant journey was finally coming to an end, with the Trolls Glades ahead and the Misty Mountains further on.

As the name suggests, the Trolls Glade is where trolls are entrenched, and most people won't choose to traverse this dangerous jungle, and of course, no one will try to climb over the Misty Mountains, which is not an ordinary route.

If you want to get to the Lonely Mountain, it is more common to go all the way down, bypassing the massive mountain range that straddles Middle-earth from the Rohan Pass, and then up the Anduin River, which takes many times more time, but is much safer.

Naturally, it was impossible for Tang Sen to choose a detour, and by the time he made a detour to the Lonely Mountain, Smaug should have been cold, and he was now not sure whether his group was in front of or behind Thorin Oak Shield, and Tang Sen was more inclined to believe that they had entered the trolls jungle.

"No need to set up camp, just go inside."

Tang Sen looked at the sky: "We rushed overnight. ”

"It's too dangerous, traveler." "Night is the time for trolls to be active, and I think we should wait until dawn to talk about it." ”

"If we enter during the day, we'll have to spend the night in the trolls woodland, which is more dangerous." Townsend explained: "Now we can try to cross here before tomorrow night comes. ”

"And didn't you say that even if you meet a troll, you dare to break his toes?"

"When... Of course! Sharda's eyes widened.

So the group went headlong into the woodland, but fortunately, the trees in the trolls woodland were not as dense as the tower mounds, but more low shrubs, and under the light of the moon, they could see the road ahead clearly.

After running at a speed in the middle of the night, Cindy, who was at the front of the line, suddenly reined in her horse.

"There's movement!"

The dwarves suddenly became vigilant, and Shalin approached Tang Sen for the first time, holding the twin hammers, "Cindy, Soli, you go and take a look, be careful, others, prepare for battle." ”

The two dwarves dismounted, felt the darkness and leaned forward, and soon stood in front of the hollow of a banyan tree.

Townsend could see what Cindy seemed to have discovered, and bent down cautiously preparing to burrow into the hollow of the tree, and then there was a muffled thud, and he was hit directly on the head by something, and fell backwards.

"Don't you know that an old man needs to be alone when he sleeps!"

An angry roar came from inside the hollow of the tree, "I've had enough of the dwarves today! With Iluvita on top, no one is teaching these dwarves manners! ”

Cindy's shuttle next to him was startled, took two steps back with his axe, and shouted, "It's not a troll!" It's a person! ”

He paused for a moment and added, "Human old man! ”

Then, the figure in the hollow of the tree finally came out of the shadows, and the moonlight was enough for everyone to see his appearance.

He wears a gray robe, has a long white beard and a shawl of messy gray hair, and carries a wooden cane in his hand... Or the staff, obviously, this is the culprit who knocked Cindy down just now.

"Oh, it's Shakun!" Soli looked up at the tall wizard.

Shakun means "man with a rod" in the dwarven language, and is often used to refer to Gandalf, the gray-robed wizard.

That's right, everyone present recognized the man sleeping in the hollow of the tree, after all, the image of the wizard is very distinct, even if you haven't seen it, you have heard of it.

"Huh?" Gandalf also saw the dwarves present clearly, and said in surprise, "I thought the stubborn Thorin had sent someone to find me... Who are you? ”

"Thorin?" Sharin's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward and shouted, "Thorin Oak Shield? ”

Gandalf had to turn his gaze to look at Shalin and smile, "Oh, a beautiful dwarf lady. ”

"It's so strange, why are you in the Trolls Jungle? The nearest dwarven city to here should be in Eredron. ”

Damn it!

Townsen's eyes, hidden under his hood, widened in disbelief as he stared at Gandalf.

How did this man identify the sex of sarin? And, beautiful dwarf lady?

Sarin apparently didn't think there was anything wrong with the title, and she said happily, "We're from Eredron. ”

It was then that she finally remembered Townese, and led Gandalf to Townsend and introduced, "This is our employer, a traveler, and we will cross the Misty Mountains to the Iron Hills. ”

"Traveler?" Gandalf looked at Townsend suspiciously, "I've never heard of it. ”

"An unknown being who hides his face behind a hood..."

He held the staff, looking a little tense, and his tone was deep: "I feel an uncomfortable aura on your body. ”

"First meeting, Gandalf the Grey-robed Wizard." Townsend politely replied, "I am not your enemy. ”

"I'll see with my eyes." Gandalf lifted his staff, and light shot out from the tip of the staff.

It was the glow of magic, enough to pierce the shadows of the elven hood.

But Townsend had already unobtrusively steered the horse and took two steps back deftly, out of the moonlight, into the shade of the trees, and then, in the light of the staff, Townsen's young and full features were revealed under the hood.

"That's a bit of a faux pas." Townsend squinted his eyes and stared at Gandalf, and all the dwarves could hear the displeasure in Townwend's tone:

"I thought the Grey Wizard was at least a little more polite than the dwarf."