Chapter 240 Killing Monsters and Dropping Equipment, Wolf Scout (1/2)

Chapter 240 Killing monsters and dropping equipment, wolf scouts

"They must have come from the Eton Wasteland."

Thorin was a little confused: "When did the trolls start to wander far away?"

"It hasn't been like this for an era." Gandalf's face became a little more solemn, "It hasn't been like this since the Dark Reign."

Hearing this, Thorin frowned slightly, but didn't take it too seriously.

Aaron couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Era, Dark Reign, these two words contain too much information.

He couldn't help but be curious, but he also knew that the more he knew, the more dangerous it was. Before he knew the world well enough, keeping a low profile was the kingly way.

"They can't act during the day." Gandalf murmured.

"It means there must be a cave nearby."

Thorin immediately led everyone to start searching, and found a dirty cave behind the troll camp.

Leaving half of the people outside to guard, Thorin led four dwarves into it, and Gandalf pulled Aaron in as well.

The dark and damp cave was full of disgusting flies, and the stench was overwhelming.

"Why is it so smelly?" Noli frowned.

"This is the troll's treasure house." Gandalf explained, "Be careful not to touch it."

After walking a few steps, Noli heard the sound of coins.

Looking down, it was a pile of scattered gold coins.

"It's a pity to leave them everywhere like this." Noli shook his head, "Anyone can take them away."

Aaron's eyes lit up, and he didn't care whether they were dirty or not. He grabbed the gold coins and stuffed them into his purse.

After the purse bulged, he grabbed another handful and put them in his pocket.

"You're really rude." Noli said with a smile, "I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Money is a good thing, but our team will hardly have the opportunity to spend money before arriving at the Lonely Mountain, and after arriving at the Lonely Mountain, it means that there will be no shortage of money."

"Don't think like that. Money is not omnipotent, but not having money is absolutely impossible." Aaron said seriously, "One of the truths I have always believed in is to put money in your pocket and be safe."

Groin opened a box full of gold coins, and then patted Noli on the shoulder, "Get me a shovel and bury it first."

Thorin stopped in front of a wooden box in a daze, his eyes were deeply attracted by several swords covered with spider webs.

After all, he is a dwarf prince and has participated in countless battles. He has a special feeling for weapons and knows very well that there are real treasures here.

He put down the torch, ignored a pile of defective products, and picked up the two most distinctive swords, "These swords are not made by trolls."

"Even a fool can see that they don't have the intelligence to forge." Aaron curled his lips speechlessly, and then took one of them from Thorin.

The long sword was slowly drawn out of the scabbard, accompanied by the crisp sound of the sword, and the cold silver luster flickered slightly in the dark cave.

Aaron flicked his fingers and listened carefully to the sound of the sword.

"Tsk! Good stuff, absolutely good stuff.

Time has left almost no traces on it, and there is no gap on the sword body. It is simply the most exquisite work of art.

This is made by a master forger, although it is not as good as..."

"Not as good as what?" Gandalf looked at Aaron with a smile, "Have you seen a better sword?"

"I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense."

Aaron denied it immediately, but he did think so in his heart.

These swords are all top-notch, but they are still a little different from the magic sword made by Arger, and they are not even in the top three.

Gandalf looked at the sword in Aaron's hand, "This was made by the high elves in Gondolin in the First Age."

Thorin's eyes flashed with resentment when he heard the word "elf". He put the sword in his hand back into the box with disdain without even looking at it.

"You can't find a better sword." Gandalf reminded immediately.

Thorin struggled for a moment, and finally decided to change to a new weapon.

After all, he met the troll not long after walking, and the road ahead would not be so smooth.

"Gaius, you can use this sword!" Gandalf said with a smile, "You have much more combat experience than me."

"No, you can keep it for yourself!" Aaron said indifferently, "It's too conspicuous for a little kid like me to use this legendary weapon."

"I can use this one."

Aaron took out a bow from the box, and then put a bag of arrows on his back.

The quality of this set of bows and arrows is far inferior to the swords made by the high elves. They are just ordinary goods, but without using magic, he needs some long-range attack methods.

Gandalf raised his eyebrows, did not raise any objections, and put the sword on his waist.

Back to the cave entrance, Noli, Bofur, and Groin were busy burying the treasures in the soil.

"You..." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Is it that serious?"

"Long-term savings are very necessary." Groin said carelessly, adding another shovel of soil to the treasure pile.

"Let's leave this filthy place." Thorin said, and then led the way out.

When Gandalf walked out, he realized that he had stepped on something.

He used his staff to lift the soil under his feet, and a dagger he had never seen before appeared in his sight, and his brows relaxed unconsciously.

"This is..." Aaron pulled out the dagger and couldn't help smacking his lips, "You are too lucky, the quality of this sword is not inferior to the one in your hand.

And it seems to be cast with magic, with a special power."

"A spell to detect orcs." Gandalf said with interest, "I think it should find a suitable owner for it."

Aaron smiled but didn't say anything, and thought of who he was talking about.

After walking out of the cave, Gandalf went straight to Bilbo, "Here, this size is suitable for you."

Bilbo took the dagger. He didn't know much about weapons, but looking at the exquisite patterns on the hilt, he knew that the sword was worth a lot of money.

After a few seconds of silence, he handed the sword back. He did not think he was a warrior, and such a good sword would be a waste in his hands.

"This short sword is made by elves, and it will shine blue when orcs approach."

"But I have never used a sword in my life."

"I can teach you." Aaron volunteered.

Hearing this, Bilbo was a little flattered.

He witnessed the battle between Aaron and the trolls with his own eyes. Even the peace-loving Hobbits couldn't help but feel a little excited when they saw that scene.

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

"Nothing is inappropriate.

But you have to be mentally prepared. My teaching level is average, and you have almost no fighting talent."

Bilbo:......

Sure enough, I am still not suitable for this sword.

"So this sword is suitable for you." Gandalf said meaningfully, "Bilbo, when this sword comes in handy, please remember: true courage is not to take people's lives, but to forgive lives."

Bilbo was stunned for a moment and nodded seriously.

"Something is approaching." Dwalin suddenly said.

Thorin pulled out his new equipment and looked around vigilantly, "Everyone, don't disperse."

Gandalf also came back to his senses and drew the long sword from his waist, "Hurry up, arm yourself."

All members of the expedition gathered together, nervously looking at the direction where the sound came from. Once they were sure it was an enemy, they would kill it without mercy.

Aaron looked at Bilbo who had drawn his dagger, "Now the great teacher Gaius will teach you how to use the sword."

"What?" Bilbo was stunned for a moment, "Are you sure it's now?"

"First, the hand holding the sword cannot tremble." Aaron grabbed Bilbo's right hand, "Are you ready?"

Bilbo took a deep breath and nodded.

"Secondly, you must grasp the timing, strength and speed of the attack.

Victory or defeat, or life and death, is often in that moment."

"Thieves, fire, murderers..."

A group of rabbits suddenly jumped out of the jungle, pulling a sled and rushing over at a very fast speed.

The dwarfs' camp was a little flustered, and Aaron grabbed Bilbo's right hand and pushed forward.

The shouting stopped abruptly, and the short old man holding the staff on the sleigh looked at the blade beside his neck, and was so scared that he dared not move.

The dwarves immediately came forward to surround him, but almost everyone paid some attention to Aaron.

"Don't look at me like that, it's a basic skill to stay calm in times of crisis!"

"Can you teach me? This move is so cool." Qili asked excitedly.

"I can't teach you this, you have to practice it yourself in actual combat.

You will naturally learn it after swinging the sword more times."

"Um... can you put this sword away first?

I am the Brown Wizard, not your enemy."

"How do I know if you are real or fake?"

"He is real." Gandalf said, "The Brown Wizard Radagast."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and released his right hand.

Bilbo nervously put away his sword, "Aaron, you should teach me something else! Fighting is really not for me."

"Uh... I'll try my best!"

Gandalf walked up to the brown-robed wizard, "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for you, Gandalf." Radagast was very anxious, even a little incoherent, "Something bad is going to happen, something very bad is going to happen."

"What do you mean?"

Radagast was about to speak, but stopped, "Give me a minute to think about it.

I just forgot it when I thought of it, and the words are already on the tip of my tongue."

As he said this, he thought of something and stuck out his tongue.

Gandalf slowly reached out his hand and took a stick insect from Radagast's tongue.

"We have to talk alone." Radagast lowered his voice, "This matter is not suitable for too many people to know for the time being."

Gandalf looked at the dwarves and set his sights on Thorin.

"Go! But it's better to go quickly."

"Aaron, you come too."

"I won't go." Aaron refused bluntly.

Just kidding, the brown-robed wizard has been talking about big things, he is not stupid enough to make trouble for no reason.

"You are a wizard, you have a responsibility to know."

"I have never admitted that I am a wizard."

"Oh my God! I didn't expect that besides dwarves, you, a child, would also give me a headache."

Radagast looked at Aaron, "Are you sure he is a wizard? I don't think I have ever seen one."

Aaron smiled awkwardly, "My ancestors may have some connection with wizards, but it has nothing to do with me, and I have lost my memory."

"How long will you use this excuse?" Gandalf said speechlessly.

Aaron curled his lips. This excuse was already full of holes, but as long as there was no evidence to prove that he did not lose his memory, this excuse could be used forever.

Seeing that he looked indifferent, Gandalf pulled Radagast aside helplessly.

The gray-robed wizard and the brown-robed wizard stopped not far from the team.

Radagast said solemnly: "The Green Forest is sick, Gandalf.

Darkness enveloped the earth, everything stopped growing, only bad things grew, the air was filled with stench, and the worst was the webs."

"Webs?" Gandalf's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"

"Spiders, Gandalf.

The big ones must be the descendants of Ungoliant, otherwise I would not be a wizard." Radagast said seriously, "I followed them, they came from Dol Guldur."

......

Aaron looked at the two wizards from a distance, and couldn't help but feel upset, and even a big word "danger" appeared in his mind.

He also learned lip reading, and he couldn't hide the conversation between Gandalf and Radagast from his eyes, but the information he interpreted made him regret "eavesdropping".

Sick forest, huge spiders, abandoned castles, unprecedented dark forces, ancient terrifying shadows, and necromancers who summoned the undead.

Damn! These words are all signs of impending storms.

He had just come to this world and encountered such a mess. If he was not careful, he might be involved.

At this time, Bilbo patted his shoulder and pulled him back from his thinking state.

"Aaron, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Bilbo glanced at the two wizards and asked in confusion: "This is a wizard meeting, aren't you curious?"

"Because I am afraid of trouble." Aaron spread his hands very straightforwardly, "Past experience tells me that troubles cannot be avoided. They will always appear at unexpected times and places.

But active provocation and passive provocation are completely different things."

Bilbo seemed to understand, but he agreed deeply.

If Gandalf had not arranged the dwarf meeting in his house, he would not have signed any contract, and he should be lying in a chair and smoking comfortably now.

Awooo!

At this time, a wolf howl sounded in the forest.

The dwarves immediately became alert, and Gandalf and Radagast also returned quickly.

"It's a wolf howl. Is there a wolf here?" Bilbo asked.

"No, it's not a wolf." Nori held the weapon tightly in his hand and looked around nervously.

"It's a giant wolf." Aaron saw a brown giant wolf more than one meter tall staring down at them, and immediately pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow.

Puff!

The arrow pierced the giant wolf's head, and it fell from mid-air just as it was about to pounce.

The second giant wolf rushed down from another direction, and a group of dwarves rushed up, fighting with swords, axes and hammers.

Thorin swung his sword across the giant wolf's neck and killed it.

But he was not happy at all, but his face was solemn, "The warg scouts, that is, the orc army is nearby."

"The orc army?" Bilbo was panicked. He had not yet walked out of the shadow of the trolls, and he fell into a bigger shadow.

"Who did you tell about the expedition except your people?" Gandalf asked anxiously, looking at Thorin.

"No one else."

"Who did you tell?" Gandalf asked again, his tone becoming a little harsh.

"I swear no one else."

Hearing this, Gandalf became more and more anxious.

Because the expedition plan was set by him and Thorin, if Thorin did not leak the secret, then he could only be the one who leaked the secret, but this was impossible.