Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 73 The Spear of Agros
Stone Golem is a very mysterious creature in Middle-earth.

Their origins are unknown.

There are not many legends about them in Zhongzhou Continent.Even the vast majority of people have never seen their appearance.

All I know is that according to ancient legends, they will suddenly appear on a thunderstorm night, engage in an earth-shattering battle, and then disappear in front of everyone.

No one knows why they fought any more than where they usually hide.

"careful!"

Turka's golden vertical pupils were almost drawn into a thin slit.About one kilometer in front of them, two rock giants with almost a hundred feet in length were engaged in a battle in an earth-shattering manner.

They broke off the peaks of the mountain and threw them at each other like toys.

The huge rock peaks hit the mountains of the Misty Mountains, or the giants made shocking noises.

With the bursts of thunder in the sky.

The word Lei Zhan is really vivid.

A boulder flew hundreds of meters away and hit the mountain above the adventure team, triggering huge mudslides and landslides.

"The legend is true!"

The dwarves fought and screamed loudly: "The protector deep in the mountain has appeared, it is a stone giant!"

Gandalf and Turka guarded the adventure team in embarrassment to avoid being involved by the power of nature.

But the terrifying destructive force even directly destroyed a mountain peak!
Nahal couldn't help but also said in surprise: "These great creations are still in the world. It has to be said that no one knows the mind of the most holy Iluvita!"

It can be seen that when these are not moving, they are simply rock peaks; when they are moving, they are giants fighting against the sky and even the Holy Spirit of Valinor is rare.

"My lord!"

Turka said: "This is not the time to be emotional. Can these giants communicate? If not, we should find a way to stay away from this place. It is not wise to be affected by the battle of these giants."

The Light of Valinor on Nahar's body turned into a flame, and the broken stones flew from above his head, saving the lives of the dwarves.

Its voice is still so clear and indisputable in thunderstorms.

it says.

"They hardly communicate! Moreover, no one can understand Dashan's language now. I suggest that if it is not necessary, let's not bother them!"

"A wise decision!" Gandalf shouted in embarrassment in the thunderstorm: "Let's go, if we don't want to suddenly have an extra rock peak above us, let us leave here and find a safe cave to hide from one of them." night."

"If you can find it!"

Thorin was wet, startled and unhappy.They were in the depths of the Misty Mountains at this time, where it was so easy to find a dry, safe refuge for people to rest.

At this time, hundreds of meters to their right, a mountain peak over a hundred feet high suddenly moved.

A third rock giant joins the fray.

"It's really a broken house and it rains all night." Turka couldn't help scolding an elf proverb (similar), which shows that he is also a little annoyed: "If we don't want to be smashed into meatloaf by the mountain, we'd better move, I Remember there is a dry cave ahead! Hurry up, move your paws, hold your ponies, and let us get out of this ghost place quickly."

Although he was mentally prepared, the thunder battle tonight was almost one of the scariest battles he had ever seen in his life.

Huge mountain peaks were pulled out and used as toys, thrown over and over, and the sky and the earth rumbled.

Rubble and cracks are everywhere.

If you are not careful, you will step into the air and be smashed to pieces.

It is foreseeable that when the thunderstorm passes tomorrow, the terrain of this mountain area will definitely change drastically.

It was almost on par with the terrible wars of the First Age.

This is simply cheating.

Turka thought to himself: Why is there such a terrifying power in this era?

Who the hell are they planning for.

The strong wind was still howling, the lightning was still roaring, everyone followed the Silver King in a panic, walking deep in the depths of the Misty Mountains, worrying from time to time whether a stone would suddenly fall from the sky giant toy.

The only good thing is that these giants of heaven and earth are not interested in the tiny dwarves, and they are also in awe of the silver king riding on the holy spirit, so the three rock giants did not chase after these little guys who broke into their battle area.

Although it was difficult, everyone managed to escape from the thunderstorm area in the end.

In the rear, the sound of thunder and the muffled sound of the mountains came from time to time, making Bilbo and the others feel like they were dreaming.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe it." Our master Baggins murmured: "This world is unexpectedly wonderful. The legend of the stone giants is actually true. We just witnessed them with our own eyes. fighting!"

"It's also unexpectedly dangerous." Gandalf looked around the cave in front of him, frowning: "I don't remember this place, my lord, it makes me uneasy."

I saw a low arch on the mountain wall, just big enough for a pony to squeeze in after unloading its luggage and saddle.It was deep and dark inside, with no light at all.

Turka said: "I found this when I was traveling. It is still dry. It is raining so much outside. We can rest here for one night and wait for the thunderstorm to pass before we go on our way."

"I hope so." The wizard murmured.

"Filicili, go and check." Thorin thought for a while, and out of safety considerations, he ordered his two nephews to search.

Immediately the two youngest princes of the dwarves ran in, and after a while they ran out again.

"It's been checked and it's safe. At least there's nothing dangerous in the places we see with our eyes." The brothers said so.

But they forget that the danger is not where the eyes can see, but in the shadows, under the ground.

Once inside the arch, the sound of the wind and rain was blocked out, which was much better than being heard in all directions, and it didn't feel like the giants and the stones they threw threatened them.

Still, the wizard didn't want to take any risks.He lit his wand, and by its light examined the cavern from top to bottom.

The space of the cave is not small, but it is not so big that it makes people feel mysterious. The ground is dry and there is no water. "It's really not bad here." The wizard nodded and said no more.

So everyone immediately began to unload salutes, set up a bonfire, prepare food and dry clothes.

At one end of the cave there was room for ponies, and they just stood there to let off the moisture from their bodies.

What Nahal and Turka are communicating, it is the Holy Spirit, we cannot treat it the same way we treat other animals.

The dwarves stretched out their blankets comfortably, took out their pipes, and began puffing smoke rings.

Gandalf made the smoke rings they spewed into various colors, and made them dance all the way to the top of the cave, just to amuse everyone.They chatted and chatted, forgetting the wind and rain outside, just excitedly discussing what to do with their share of the treasure-at this moment, the possibility seemed to be quite high, so the dwarf slowly became excited.

While talking, everyone fell asleep one by one.And that was the last time they had to use the ponies, luggage, packs, tools, and gear they had brought with them.

The Hobbit is also about to face one of the greatest tests of his life.

Somehow Bilbo couldn't sleep, he kept thinking about what he had just seen, and the amazing figure of the stone giant kept echoing in his mind.And when he fell asleep, he had terrible nightmares again.He dreamed that a crack at the back of the cave was getting bigger and wider, and he was terrified in his heart, but he couldn't cry out, couldn't move, he could only lie there and watch.

Then he woke up with a start.

As a result, he was surprised to see that the floor really cracked a crack.A dark passage appeared below everyone.

He shouted: Turka!Gandalf!
The wizard opened his eyes suddenly.

Just in time to see the tail of the last pony disappear in between.

The wizard grasped the cane in an instant, emitted a bright light, and a bolt of lightning shot out, burning the first few dirty, ugly, and strong-smelling half-orcs into coke. , a smell of gunpowder filled the narrow cave.

Turka was holding a silver magic spear. The huge blade was like a pool of autumn water, and it was like a two-handed broadsword, emitting a soft white light. With a sweep, almost four or five half-orcs were blocked by him. Cut into two pieces.

This was the last that Bilbo saw and heard.

Everyone slid up, and then they started falling, falling, falling out of nowhere.

A large group of Orcs came out of the crack, climbed up, screaming, waving machetes, and rushed towards the wizard and the silver king.

"It was a real surprise."

Turka raised his eyebrows: "Are we breaking into a den of thieves?"

The crack snapped shut, and Bilbo and the dwarf were shut up on the other side!
"My lord, this is not the time for joking." The wizard said with a sullen face, "We need to save them."

"Of course."

The magic spear in Turka's hand began to become smaller, becoming suitable for fighting in a small space, coupled with its peculiar shape - its blade body is half hollowed out, engraved with sun and moon wheels, sharp blade The tip even reflects the purest light in the world.

Moreover, some kind of prayers are engraved in runes on both sides. The joint between the spear body and the blade is decorated with a huge diamond-shaped gemstone, which will emit different colors with different lights.

"Aeglos!" The wizard pulled out Glamdrin, the sword forged by the ancient high elf was shining blue in the dark cave, he couldn't help but glanced at the dragonborn, and said, "I always wanted to Said: The Elves are generous to you! My lord. This is the weapon of the High King Jill-Galad, and Lord Cirdan gave you all of it."

The two chatted among the half-orcs like strolling in the courtyard, brandishing swords and magic spears, killing this group of stinky guys who came out of nowhere.

"My lord."

After an unknown amount of time, Gandalf stopped and looked at him meaningfully: "Did you foresee all this?"

Turka swung the magical spear twice that became like a sword—the blade remained the same, but the handle became more suitable for holding with both hands—the dirty blood stained on it was thrown off immediately , the silvery blade returned to its whiteness.

He smiled without answering, his golden vertical pupils were deep and shining like two jewels.

On the ground, half-orc corpses were scattered all over the cave.

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(End of this chapter)