Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1050 1032. Warg Orc
Lan En and Qilin did not get too close to the small group of dwarves. This was because the other party was still wary.

Going there rashly may lead to unpleasantness.

But on the other hand, the halfling on the opposing team seemed to get along well with the flannel ball.

"No, no, no! Velvet Ball, although the place I live in is a cave, it is definitely not a dirty, dull, wet, disgusting cave inhabited by snakes, insects, rats, and ants. Do you understand? A Huo A biter’s hole means comfortable and neat.”

"Oh!" Mao Mao said with a tone that suddenly understood, "So you have decorated the cave, meow?"

"That's it! It took our family several years to dig Bag End, and then it took a whole year to decorate it before people could live in it!"

Maybe it's because he is talkative, but the flannel ball's size, which is smaller than that of a hobbit, makes the other party less afraid and repulsive.

Anyway, the two guys were having a great time chatting next to each other.

"Do you smoke a pipe? Let me tell you, the Hobbit Shire pipe grass is the best! It's pure art!"

As he said this, the halfling with big feet subconsciously dug into his body, but his face became stiff when he was halfway through.

"Oh, I forgot. I've been away from home for too long. I've run out of pipeweed."

"No one in the Hobbits has ever been away from home for as long as I have."

He said in a depressed mood.

The flannel ball didn't quite understand this emotion, but its paw patted his arm to comfort him.

"It's okay, meow, I don't smoke a pipe!"

"It doesn't smoke a pipe either."

Lan En walked over from the side, talking as he walked.

His relatively large size made the timid halfling suddenly sober and even a little embarrassed.

His mouth opened and closed, and his palms were sometimes closed in front of him and sometimes held behind him, looking at a loss.

"Hello! Bilbo Baggins, at your disposal!"

"Lan, you just heard it." The witcher nodded at him, "How about you, Master Baggins."

"Hobbits, is this your name?"

"Hobbits or halflings, you big people call us that. It's all right."

Bilbo rubbed his hands on his coat nervously, but then he felt that his coat was hard and his face became ugly.

Lann also noticed the large mark on Bilbo's coat.

"What are you doing?"

The hobbit looked embarrassed and muttered softly.

"There was a troll just now, and he grabbed me and used me as a handkerchief to blow my nose."

So this coat actually became hard because the troll's snot dried?

Lan En took half a step back without leaving any trace.

Bilbo also stepped back politely, with an understanding and unconcerned expression on his face.

Although the Hobbit himself felt embarrassed, his good-natured character still made him choose to worry about other people's feelings first.

This actually made Lan En start to like him.

The dwarves who had temporarily stopped because of the conversation between the two wizards and scattered around to rest and be alert, still had many eyes falling on Lan En and the others.

There was a lot less hostility and wariness in those eyes, maybe it was the Gandalf of their group.

But curiosity is always indispensable.

"Lan!" In the distance of the grove, Radagast jumped up and waved his staff to make himself more conspicuous among the lush shrubs and branches.

"Come here! We are both witnesses. Come and talk to him too!"

The witcher nodded, lowered his head and said "Excuse me" to the hobbit, and then walked in the direction of the two wizards.

"Mirkwood is sick! Gandalf! Corrupted by darkness!"

"We had expected this, otherwise you wouldn't have stayed there, Radagast."

"But we never expected the erosion to be so fast and so intense!"

The two wizards exchanged information with each other. They both seemed to be old acquaintances, and the movement of Lan En walking over did not affect them.

"Do you know what I saw along the way?"

Radagast said with trembling lips.

"Everything is no longer growing, at least the beneficial ones! And as of yesterday, they were all fine!"

"The air was filled with the smell of corruption, and the worst thing was the spider webs."

"Cobweb? What do you mean?"

Gandalf smoked his pipe, paced thoughtfully, and asked questions in a low voice.

"Giant spider! Gandalf! The giant spider that came to my door accidentally! That must be the descendant of the evil Ungoliant!"

Radagast's tone was low and solemn, as if he was telling a horror story.

"There is no doubt that they all came out of Dol Guldur."

Lan En intervened in the conversation at the right time.

"I went in with Radagast. People around the forest said that there was a necromancer living there. After we entered."

"I encountered an evil spirit!"

Radagast said tremblingly, as if those memories were even more profound in his mind.

"An evil spirit who can stay in the underworld and wear a crown!"

Seeing Radagast's frightened look, Gandalf took out the pipe from his mouth, wiped the holder on his beard and handed it to Radagast.

He didn't believe it immediately, nor did he express his opinion immediately. He just let Radagast smoke first. "Come on the fine Shire pipe grass to refresh your mind and soothe your nerves."

It wasn't until Radagast slowly exhaled the smoke that he looked down at the brown-robed wizard with confirmation.

"An evil spirit that can stay in the underworld? Are you still sure?"

"That was no deranged vision, Gandalf."

Lan En said next to him, nodding towards the sloppy wizard: "Take out the things, Radagast, we have physical evidence."

The brown-robed wizard no longer hesitated, and directly took out the dagger wrapped in leather and tied up from his arms, and handed it to Gandalf cautiously.

He also gave a solemn reminder before the other party took over.

"Careful, Gandalf! This thing. It comes from the underworld!"

The gray-robed wizard was startled, and then a faint light seemed to shine on his hand before he put his hand on the package.

Just as soon as he got it, Gandalf's expression changed drastically.

His deep look was completely different from his previous dubious look.

He already believed Radagast.

The wise and old face was full of seriousness. He held the package containing the dagger and was silent for a while. Then he raised his head and looked at Radagast, his fellow wizard, with sharp eyes.

Then it turned to Lan En.

"He went with you to Dol Guldur, Radagast."

Gandalf looked at the witcher with his deep eyes, but he was talking to his colleagues.

"It seems you trust him."

"Oh, actually we haven't known each other for a few days, but he's a nice guy, and Qilin and Flannel Ball are even better. And he's a very powerful warrior, you know the very powerful kind, right?"

After handing the dagger to Gandalf, Radagast seemed to be relieved of his heavy responsibility. His habitual chattering started again.

Gandalf knew his colleagues, after all they had known each other probably longer than the entire history of mankind.

So he left Radagast, who was still chattering, and walked towards Lan En.

"It's not easy to find someone trustworthy these days. The darkness is coming back."

"That sounds really impressive."

The witcher complained expressionlessly.

If a wizard had said this to him in the magical Middle Ages, he would probably have scoffed.

After all, many warlocks claim to have predicted the destruction of the world and so on, and want to become famous for it.

But they didn't care about the consequences of the prophecy.

A typical example is the 'Black Sun Curse' of the mad wizard Etibad.

The vicious prophecies for women born under a solar eclipse justified the persecution of those girls by the court and the people, and then got out of hand.

But this world is different.

Lan En wanted to treat the various differences in the world with the caution of a foreigner.

"People who penetrate people have to face it, because this is reality, isn't it?"

Gandalf's old voice chuckled.

But then, his laughter stopped suddenly, and at the same time, the dwarves resting and watching in the distance seemed to be suddenly awakened, and they all became nervous.

All this was interrupted by several shouts of 'roar, roar, roar', which sounded like the short panting of a canine while running.

Lann and Bilbo seemed to be the only ones present who couldn't figure out the situation.

The hobbit was still asking questions under the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Wait, what is this sound? Wolf? Are there wolves nearby? Shouldn't this have been eaten by the three trolls just now?"

"No, this is not the sound of any wolf pack, Master Baggins."

The dwarf in the leather hat was wielding a long-handled war hammer and said while carefully observing the surroundings.

"This is a warg! The orc's warg!"

As he was talking, the figure of a beast crawled out from the heights of this hilly grove and stood up!

The figure looked very graceful among the jagged rocks and vines in the hills and woods.

It pounced downwards from a high place and almost covered the distance of at least ten meters with one pounce!
The target is the Hobbit who hasn't figured out the situation yet!

This wolf is taller than Thorin, a dwarf whose height is close to the average human level.

And its musculoskeletal latitude is not at the same level as that of ordinary wolves.

An ordinary wolf in front of this wolf is like a malnourished skinny guy facing the world bodybuilding champion.

There are also wargs in the magical medieval world. Most of them are the strongest individuals in a pack of wolves. Their coat color is very different from the gray wolves in the pack, being earthy gray.

If the earthy gray fur is in good condition, it will be quite expensive.

But in front of this wolf, half of that kind of thing would be eaten in one bite!
"Crack! Whoosh!"

A mechanical hook flew over from the side where the warg was biting.

Just when the sharp teeth were about to bite the hobbit's upper body in one bite, there was a 'puff' sound.

The sharp claws can dig into rocks, and the warg's neck is no exception.

The flesh and blood vessels were restrained, and the ferocious warg only had time to whimper a few times before being dragged away!
Its body broke several branches along the way, and was then dragged along the mechanical device to Lan En's body.

The witcher's hand pulled out a flash of silver light from his waist. After the gorgeous knife flower flashed, a gracefully curved blade penetrated straight into the warg's head.

"Orcs?" Lann pulled out Arondette and shook off the blood, with a cautious question on his face, "Why are orcs involved?"

(End of this chapter)