Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

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

After arriving at 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, after I got home yesterday, it suddenly occurred to me that you don't seem to have a suitable horse."

"If a person walks on foot in the wild to go to Bree Town, it is not only very dangerous, but the round trip is also very long."

"This is the largest Shire horse my uncle, old Baggins, ever had."

"Although it still seems a bit small to you, but you know, this is almost the largest horse that we hobbits have raised."

Bilbo scratched his head. Mr. Baggins didn't have much experience making friends with outsiders, but he still had a kind heart.

"Don't refuse. If you have a horse, you can drive away wild beasts. It's better than running on two legs."

Bilbo's feet were stained with mud, and his clothes were still stained with morning dew. It was obvious that he had been busy with this matter since the morning.

Looking at the well-behaved Sharma who was following him, with a white background and slightly black spots on his coat, Wayne nodded with some emotion.

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

Wayne leaned down and patted Bilbo on the shoulder, but looking at the white shire horse with black spots, he shook his head with regret and said to Bilbo:

"However, it's not that I want to reject your kindness. Haven't you always been curious about how I came to your Shire from a distant place?"

"You don't think I came here from another country with just one pair of legs, do you?"

Saying this, Wayne had an inexplicable smile on his lips. He took out the magic pattern storage bag hanging around his neck. Under Bilbo's shocked eyes, he put his palm into this small-looking bag. From the cloth bag, he took out a huge and gorgeous rolled blanket.

Then, as Wayne threw the blanket toward the ground, the purple-gold-patterned blanket spread out automatically, suspended twenty or thirty centimeters above the ground, and trembled slightly in the shape of waves.

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

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

Seeing the magic flying carpet thrown by Wayne, Bilbo was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.

Although the legend of wizards is widely circulated in the world of Middle-earth, those who can actually meet wizards and these spellcasters who can use witchcraft are as rare as a feather.

Faced with Bilbo's surprise, Wayne smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need 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."

"What's under my feet is a magic flying carpet. It can take me to the sky, fly like a bird, and help me travel quickly around the world."

"Aren't you always curious about why I carry a sword on my back? Because it is my weapon and my helper in killing monsters."

"So, your worries are unnecessary. I don't need horses, and no wild beast can hurt me. I will reach Bree Town soon, much faster than you think."

The width of this magic flying carpet is about one meter and two meters, its length is nearly two meters, and its thickness is only two centimeters. Although it looks delicate, it is a bit weak.

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

Hearing Wayne's answer, Bilbo's mouth opened, his eyes widened, and he seemed unable to turn his head.

After about ten seconds, he slowly closed his mouth and walked around Wayne's magic carpet several times, wanting to reach out and touch it, but he didn't dare, so he spoke in a high-pitched voice. , said:

"Oh my God! This is so amazing! Really, all the hobbits in Hobbiton will not believe that you can actually fly on a blanket!"

"This must be witchcraft! Right?"

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

"Although I no longer remember his appearance or name, you said you are a demon hunter. Could it be that, like a wizard, a demon hunter can release witchcraft?"

Wayne stretched out his hand to calm Bilbo's surprised mood, and while explaining, he said jokingly:

"Although a witcher and a wizard are different professions, I can indeed release some magic."

"By the way, I'm going to leave soon. Do you want to try the feeling of flying into the sky before I leave?"

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

It's a pity that Mr. Bilbo is only forty years old now. He still wants to live for several more forties. Although his eyes are full of desire, the hobbit's natural timidity and caution make him very hesitant.

In the end, Mr. Baggins circled Wayne's magic flying carpet three more times, reached out and touched the gorgeous and solemn patterns on the flying carpet, shook his head, and said as if to comfort himself:

"Forget it, Wayne, you are on your way, 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 what it feels like to fly like a bird."

In response, Wayne shook his head with regret. He waved goodbye to Bilbo, then controlled the magic flying carpet to circle Mr. Baggins twice before flying hundreds of meters in the air.

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

But flying at a height of 100 meters, people can't help but feel a little emotional.

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

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

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

This also leads to the fact that if he wants to fight in Middle-earth, he must use swordsmanship or alchemy bombs as his main means of attack, and the Witcher Seal, which he is best at, can only be used as a means of suppressing the situation and be cautious. Use sparingly.

Fortunately, he still wears the Dolan Ring on his finger, which is a magical equipment that can restore magic power through killing. When necessary, he can also use special means to speed up the recovery of his magic power.

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The town of Bree is a very old town. It was originally a gathering place for humans. However, with the various racial wars in the second and third eras, the invasion of the Witch King of Angmar, 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 the three races of hobbits, dwarves and humans are mixed. Because it has a large number of craftsmen and residents, this town is also a quite famous trading place in the entire Bree region. , there are often travelers and merchants traveling from different kingdoms to take a short rest here.

In the largest blacksmith shop in the town of Bree, the dwarf prince Thorin Oakenshield was concentrating on forging the goods for sale as usual, but he was always thinking about his own thoughts.

Ever since the dwarves from Lonely Mountain fled to the south, under the leadership of this dwarf prince, they have worked for others, forged iron, grown food, hunted and fished, and engaged in various industries. They have gradually gone from being hungry and cold at the beginning to living a better life. A stable life.

Unfortunately, because the number of female dwarves is too small, the population growth of the entire group is quite slow. In addition, 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 Thorin has missed his former hometown Lonely Mountain more and more. The wish passed down to his grandfather, his father, and the entire Durin family to recapture Lonely Mountain has gradually become the long-cherished wish of this dwarf prince.

It is a pity that Thorin Oakenshield has no way to defeat the evil dragon Smaug, who is hundreds of meters long. Faced with this terrifying monster that is invulnerable and no weapon can harm it.

The dwarf prince struck the iron embryo time and time again, and the powerful force knocked the iron embryo on the anvil until sparks flew everywhere. Soon, a dagger forged from steel gradually took shape under the dwarf prince's hammering. Several dwarf apprentices beside them were pulling the bellows and studying seriously. They couldn't help but admire the superb craftsmanship of the prince of this ethnic group.

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

In the clear sky, a rectangular purple-gold blanket appeared in the air at some point.

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

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

Finally, under the surprised gazes of passers-by and Thorin, 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 more than one meter long into the palm-sized cloth bag in his hand. inside.