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Chapter 82 That's a bit of a faux pas, Gandalf

The crowd didn't stay in Shire, and even simply replenished supplies in Bree, and rushed along the Eastern Avenue.

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

This is normal. In this era of underdeveloped transportation, most people may never leave their hometowns. If you want to go to a farther place, it is good to have a horse. If there is no horse, the journey is measured in years. of.

During this period of time, the dwarves were counting the days every day. Seeing that the time for Tang Sen to pay the first commission was getting closer, the smiles on their faces became brighter and brighter.

Dwarves are not afraid of long journeys. They travel during the day and hold banquets at night. With Tang Sen's financial resources, there has never been a shortage of food. It is common for demons to dance around the bonfire. If there is no sarin, Tang Sen suspects They even take off their clothes and run wildly in the wilderness.

The only thing that makes the dwarves curious is that their employer puts on the hood every night, stays far away, and rarely talks to everyone.

But they are too lazy to explore this point.

Earning Mithril is enough.

Walking through the bridge at the end, the group of people crossed the Misaier River, which also announced that the pleasant journey is finally coming to an end. Ahead is the troll woodland, and going forward is the Misty Mountains.

As the name suggests, Troll Woodlands is a place occupied by trolls. Most people would not choose to cross this dangerous jungle. Of course, no one would try to cross the Misty Mountains. This is not an ordinary route.

If you want to go to the Lonely Mountain, the more common way is to go all the way down, bypass this huge mountain range across Middle-earth from the Rohan Pass, and then go up along the Anduin River. Although it is many times more, it is much safer.

Naturally, it was impossible for Tang Sen to choose a detour. By the time he arrived at the Lonely Mountain, Smaug would have been completely cold. He was not sure whether his party was in front of or behind Thorin Oakenshield. Tang Sen preferred that they had already entered Troll Jungle.

"No need to camp, just go in."

Tang Sen looked at the sky: "We traveled overnight."

"It's too dangerous, traveler." Sharda said loudly. "Night is the time for trolls. I think we should wait until dawn."

"If we enter during the day, we will have to spend the night in the troll forest, which is even more dangerous." Tang Sen explained: "Let's start now, and we can try to cross here before tomorrow night."

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

"Of course!" Sharda's eyes widened.

So the group of people burrowed into the forest. Fortunately, the trees in the troll forest are not as dense as the tower hills, but more of low shrubs. Under the moonlight, they can still see the way ahead clearly.

After running at high speed in the middle of the night, Cindy, who was at the front of the team, suddenly reined in his horse.

"There is movement!"

The dwarves immediately became vigilant, and Shalin approached Tang Sen immediately, holding the double hammers, "Cindy, Shuoli, go and have a look, be careful, everyone else, get ready to fight."

The two dwarves got off their horses immediately, groped forward in the dark, and soon stood in front of a banyan tree hole.

Tang Sen could see that Cindy seemed to have discovered something, bowed his body and carefully prepared to get into the tree hole, and then there was a muffled sound, and he was hit directly on the forehead 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 the tree hole, "I've had enough of the dwarves today! Iluvita, no one taught these dwarves how to be polite!"

Suo Li next to Cindy was startled, took two steps back with the ax in hand, and shouted, "It's not a troll! It's a person!"

He paused and added: "Human old man!"

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

He was dressed in a gray robe, had a long white beard and messy gray hair with a shawl, and held a wooden crutch or staff in his hand. Obviously, this was the culprit who knocked Cindy down just now.

"Oh, it's Shakuen!" Soli raised his head and looked at the tall wizard.

Shakun means "staff bearer" in the dwarven language, and is usually used to refer to Gandalf, the gray robe wizard.

That's right, everyone present recognized the person who slept in the tree hole. After all, the wizard's image is very vivid, even if he hasn't seen it, he has heard about it.

"Huh?" Gandalf also saw the dwarves present clearly, and said in surprise, "I thought it was the stubborn Thorin who sent someone to look for me. Who are you?"

"Sorin?" Sharin's eyes lit up, and he rushed forward immediately, shouting, "Shorin Oakenshield?"

Gandalf had to turn his gaze away, looked at Sharin, and smiled: "Oh, a beautiful dwarf lady."

"It's strange, why did you appear in the Troll Jungle? The nearest dwarven city should be in Eredron."

Heck!

Townsend stared at Gandalf in disbelief with his eyes widened under the hood.

How did this man identify Shalin's gender?And, beautiful dwarf lady?

Shalin obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with this title, she said happily: "We are from Eredron."

Only then did she finally think of Tang Sen, so she led Gandalf to Tang Sen, and introduced: "This is our employer, a traveler. We will cross the Misty Mountains and head to the Iron Hills."

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

"An unknown being whose face is hidden behind a hood."

Holding the staff, he looked a little tense, and said in a deep voice, "I feel an uncomfortable breath on your body."

"Nice meeting, Gandalf the gray robe wizard." Tang Sen replied politely, "I am not your enemy."

"I will see with my eyes." Gandalf raised his staff, and a light shone from the top of the staff.

It was a magical light, enough to pierce the shadow of the elf's hood.

But Tang Sen has already manipulated the horse to take two steps back lightly, out of the moonlight, and into the shade of the trees. Then, under the light of the staff, Tang Sen's young and plump facial features are exposed under the hood .

"This is a bit rude." Tang Sen narrowed his eyes and stared at Gandalf. All the dwarves could hear the dissatisfaction in Tang Sen's tone:

"I thought gray-robed wizards were at least a little more polite than dwarves."

(End of this chapter)