Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 159 The Flying Carpet and the Dwarf Prince Thorin

Early the next morning, when Wayne was about to set off, he unexpectedly saw the short Bilbo walking over from the village, leading a horse that was half a head taller than him.

When he came to Wayne's cabin, Bilbo coughed a little embarrassedly, raised his head, looked at the witcher who was almost half a body taller than him, and said:
"Hey! Wayne, it occurred to me after I got home yesterday that you don't seem to have a suitable horse."

"It's not only dangerous, but also a long way to get back and forth, if one is traveling on foot in the open country to Bree."

"It's the biggest Shire horse ever owned by my uncle, Old Baggins."

"Although it still looks a bit small to you, but you know, this is almost the largest horse we Hobbits have ever raised."

Bilbo scratched his head. This Mr. Baggins did not have much experience in making friends with strangers, but he had a good heart.

"Don't refuse. If you have a horse to travel, you can also drive away the beasts, which is much better than you traveling on two legs."

Bilbo, with mud on his feet and the morning dew on his clothes, had evidently been busy with it all morning.

Looking at the well-behaved Sharma who was following him, with a white background and slightly dark spots on his fur, Wayne nodded a little moved.

"Thank you, you are very thoughtful, my friend."

Wayne leaned down and patted Bilbo's shoulder, but looking at the white Shire horse with black spots, he shook his head regretfully, and said to Bilbo:

"However, it's not that I want to refuse your kindness. Didn't you always wonder how I came to your Shire from a far away place?"

"You don't think I came here from other countries with one pair of legs, do you?"

Saying this, there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Wayne's mouth. He took out the magic pattern storage bag hanging around his neck, and under Bilbo's shocked gaze, he put his palm into the small-looking bag. From his cloth bag, he took out a huge and gorgeous rolled blanket.

Then, as Wayne threw the blanket towards the ground, the blanket with purple and gold patterns spread out automatically, suspended at a distance of [-] to [-] centimeters from the ground, and trembled slightly in the shape of waves.

"Whoa! Wayne! What's going on here?"

"You actually took out such a big blanket from a small pocket, and how could your blanket still float on the ground? What is this? It's amazing!"

Seeing the magic flying carpet thrown by Wayne, Bilbo couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

Although legends of wizards are widely circulated in Middle-earth, people who can actually see wizards and spellcasters who can use witchcraft are rare.

Faced with Bilbo's astonishment, Wayne smiled and waved his hands, signaling him not to make a fuss, then stepped onto the flying carpet and sat cross-legged in the center of the flying carpet.

"My friend, I didn't tell you before because I didn't want to surprise you too much."

"I'm actually a demon hunter, a monster expert who travels constantly to help people eradicate evil monsters."

"And there is a magic flying carpet under my feet, which can take me to the sky, fly like a bird, and help me travel around the world quickly."

"Didn't you always wonder why I carry a sword on my back? Because it is my weapon, my helper in killing monsters."

"So, your worries are unnecessary. I don't need horses, and there are no wild animals that can hurt me. I will arrive in Brie Town soon, much faster than you think."

The width of this magic flying carpet is about 1.2 meters, the length is nearly two meters, and the thickness is only two centimeters. Although it looks delicate, it looks a little weak.

However, after a strong man like Wayne sat on it, he didn't move at all, and also slowly rose and fell with his manipulation, which was obviously very easy to control.

Hearing Wayne's answer, Bilbo's mouth was open, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed unable to turn his head.

After about ten seconds, he slowly closed his mouth, and circled around Wayne's magic flying carpet several times, wanting to reach out and touch it, but he didn't dare, and used a high-pitched voice in his mouth. , said:
"My God! This is amazing! Really, the hobbits in all Hobbiton will never believe that you can fly in a blanket!"

"It must be witchcraft! Isn't it?"

"I've heard the legends and read the records in those books. There are wizards in this world. When I was young, there was a wizard with a white beard who always came to our place to set off fireworks for us to watch."

"Although I don't remember his appearance and name anymore, but you said you are a witcher. Could it be that a witcher, like a wizard, can release witchcraft?"

Wayne stretched out his hand to calm Bilbo's surprised emotion, and while explaining, he said jokingly:
"Although a witcher and a wizard are different professions, I can indeed unleash some magic."

"By the way, I'm leaving soon. Before I leave, do you want to try the feeling of flying into the sky?"

"You are my friend, and I am willing to serve you."

Unfortunately, the current Mr. Bilbo is just 40 years old, and he still wants to live a few more 40 years old. Although his eyes are full of longing, the natural timidity and cautiousness of hobbits make him very hesitant.

In the end, this Mr. Baggins circled Wayne's magic flying carpet three more times, reached out and touched the gorgeous and solemn pattern on the flying carpet, shook his head, and said as if comforting himself:
"Forget it, Wayne, it's important for you to hurry, and I won't waste your time."

"However, when you come back from Bree Town, you must let me experience your magic. Then let me sit on this magic flying carpet and try to fly like a bird."

In this regard, Wayne also shook his head regretfully. He waved goodbye to Bilbo, then controlled the magic flying carpet to circle Mr. Baggins twice, and then flew to a position hundreds of meters in the air.

Under the fascinated gaze of Mr. Baggins, he soon left Hobbiton and disappeared into the sky.

And flying at a height of [-] meters, I can't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Princess Jaina in the world of Azeroth is really an ingenious lady. The magic flying carpet she personally made for a dutiful son is more useful than imagined.

When flying in the air, it is not only stable and fast, easy to control, but also does not consume much mana. With Wayne's current mana reserve, even if he flies in the air continuously for a whole day, he does not need to rest.

The only pity is that in the world of Middle-earth, there is no chaotic magic power. After Wayne's magic power is exhausted, besides taking magic medicine to speed up his body's recovery speed, he can only eat and sleep honestly to recover. Let the chaotic magic power fill up slowly.

This has also led to the fact that if he wants to fight in Middle-earth, he must use swordsmanship or alchemy bombs as the main means of attack, and the magic seal of the demon hunter, which he is best at, can only be used as a means of suppressing the bottom of the box. Used sparingly.

But fortunately, he still wears the Dolan ring on his finger, and some of this magic equipment can recover mana through killing. When necessary, he can also use special means to speed up his mana recovery.

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The town of Bree is a fairly old town. It was originally a human gathering place, but with various racial wars in the second and third eras, the invasion of the Angmar Witch King, and the migration of the Hobbits , and the escape of the northern dwarves hundreds of years ago.

Today, this town has become a small town where hobbits, dwarves and humans are mixed. Because of the large number of craftsmen and residents, this town is also a very famous trading place in the entire Bree area. , there are often travelers and businessmen traveling between different kingdoms here for a short rest.

And in the largest blacksmith shop in Bree Town, the dwarf prince Sorin Oakenshield was concentrating on forging the goods for sale as usual at this time, but he was always thinking about his own thoughts.

Since the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain fled to the south, under the leadership of the dwarf prince, they worked for others, forged iron and forged, planted food, hunted and fished, and engaged in various industries. They have gradually lived from being hungry and cold at the beginning. a stable life.

Unfortunately, because the number of female dwarves is too small, the population growth of the entire ethnic group is quite slow, and the south is not an environment that dwarves like after all. There are a large number of humans, hobbits and other races and kingdoms here, and there is no real It belongs to the dwarves' own territory.

Prince Sorin misses his hometown Lonely Mountain more and more. It has been passed on to his grandfather, his father, and the wish of the entire Durin family. Retaking the Lonely Mountain has gradually become the long-cherished wish of this dwarf prince.

It is a pity that facing the evil dragon Smaug with a body length of hundreds of meters, facing this terrifying monster that is invulnerable and no weapon can harm it, Thorin Oak Shield has no way to defeat this evil dragon so far.

The dwarf prince struck the iron embryo one after another, and the powerful force knocked the iron embryo on the anvil into sparks, and soon, a dagger made of steel gradually took shape under the beating of the dwarf prince. The few dwarf apprentices beside them were studying seriously while pulling the bellows, and they couldn't help feeling admiration for the superb craftsmanship of His Highness the prince in this group.

At this moment, exclamations suddenly came from outside the blacksmith shop, and Thorin Oak Shield, who was also standing at the door, subconsciously looked in the direction of the exclamation.

In the clear sky, a rectangular purple-gold blanket appeared in midair at some unknown time.

As it quickly descended from the sky, a strong and handsome man suddenly jumped off the blanket and landed not far from the blacksmith shop.

The handsome man looked around first, then waved towards the blanket floating on the ground, and the purple-gold, yellow-green blanket automatically rolled into a roll and landed on the man's hand.

Finally, under the surprised eyes of passers-by and Sorin, the handsome man took out a cloth bag from his arms, and then, as if by magic, he stuffed the gorgeous blanket that was rolled up over one meter long into the cloth bag in the palm of his hand inside.

(End of this chapter)