Chapter 1049 1031 Dwarf Squad

Chapter 1049 1031. Dwarf Squad

It was an arrow.

Lan En's eyes accurately captured the object that was shot at the Qilin's visor.

But unlike ordinary arrows, the arrowhead of this arrow was sharp and angular, and the craftsmanship was exquisite. And the force of the arrow. It was obviously not a crossbow, but it was even more powerful than an ordinary crossbow?

The archer and the bow for archery looked extraordinary.

But it was not a problem.

"Meow!"

The flannel ball sitting in Lan En's arms suddenly jumped from the Qilin's back, along its long neck, to its head!

One of the kitten's paws grabbed the Qilin's horn, and the other paw held the Thundercat Sword.

With a crisp sound of "ding", the arrow shot at the Qilin was cut off.

Then the Qilin shook his head up again, and the flannel ball that was holding the horn to fix his body was thrown onto his back again.

The two of them usually play well, so they cooperate well.

This series of actions is like flowing water.

But this smooth and unusually light movement made the group in front of him even more surprised.

"Elf! It has pointed ears!"

"Shit! Have you ever seen such a small elf?"

They were all men, and their voices were rough and heroic. Although it was just a flash of lightning, some people still saw the general idea.

When the flannel ball fell back on the saddle, the Qilin also carried Lan En and appeared completely in front of the group of people.

Everyone was silent.

They looked up in surprise, or took a few steps back with some awe, and then looked up again.

Lan En, sitting on the back of the Qilin, was a little too tall for these people.

This was a group of dwarves, and there was also a gray-robed old man who should be 1.9 meters tall, including the pointed hat.

Fourteen short figures.

Although short, they were sturdy and strong.

They looked different, even peculiar. But as usual, the dwarves all had a variety of lush beards.

Moreover, these people looked like they had just experienced a hard battle, their bodies were in a mess and tired, and they also had a foul smell.

No, not all of them were dwarves. There was also a halfling.

He was a man wearing a red suit jacket, and his height was not out of place among a group of dwarves.

But he was not strong or sturdy, and he did not wear boots. There were thick calluses on his big soles and thick hair on the instep.

Lan En felt a sense of dislocation.

In the Magical Middle Ages, his assets were first misinvested because of his dwarf friends, and then he found a trustworthy shapeshifter to manage the funds. The shapeshifter's most common appearance was halfling.

And now, he was at the other end of the intersection of the celestial sphere, dealing with dwarves and halflings again.

But compared with those mercenary and shrewd halflings in the Magical Middle Ages, why did the one in front of him feel a little cute in temperament?

Qilin did not feel hostile or irritated because of the arrow that was shot at its face just now.

To be honest, even if the arrow had really hit it, given the physical quality of the ancient dragons in the New World, it would probably only break the skin.

And if it just turned its head slightly, the visor equipped on the magic harness would have directly deflected the arrow.

So the arrow did not make Qilin feel threatened at all.

At this time, its hooves as big as a sea bowl were pacing and stepping on the fallen leaves in the grove.

Lan En sat on its back, looking down at this group of strange combinations.

In the eyes of the group of dwarves on the opposite side.

"He's so big!"

A fat red-haired dwarf who was almost swollen into a ball held the axe in his hand tightly, and muttered to his companions around him in a state of uncertainty.

"That strange horse is also so big! And that cat! Am I seeing it right? The cat carries two swords? What are these things?!"

A dwarf wearing a fur hat beside him also muttered.

"We have killed three ogres, so why are we afraid of him? Don't be a coward, Bomb!"

"But we didn't kill those three ogres, Gandalf did it"

"Shut up! We almost won even without Gandalf!"

Thirteen dwarves, a halfling, and a gray-robed human old man were divided into several groups and stood in different directions.

They didn't look like ordinary miners or blacksmiths. From their scattered positions, it can be seen that these people are veterans with group combat experience.

Among the dwarves standing a little further away, a young and handsome dwarf looked at the bow in his hand with suspicion.

It was a good dwarf bow, not as light as the elf longbow, but the bow was strong and the shooting force was strong enough.

But after the arrow was shot out just now, the arrow was chopped off by a cat?

Is there something wrong with this!

The Qilin was pacing, looking at the group of people curiously, and Lan En was also rising and falling on its back.

"Gray robe."

Suddenly, as the dwarves became more and more nervous and their eyes gradually entered a fighting state, Lan spoke to the human old man.

"Gandalf the Grey?"

He looked tall among ordinary people, with gray hair under his pointed hat and a long white beard that hung down to his belly.

If we only look at the appearance, it is really the first time that Lan has seen someone who fits the stereotype of the definition of a "wizard".

Wise old man, long beard, pointed hat

Like Radagast, he held a sturdy staff in his hand, but he also had a half-handled sword hanging on his waist.

The halfling was standing next to his legs pretending to be calm, looking at Lan En nervously and swallowing his saliva.

Gandalf also didn't understand who the person in front of him was, whether he was an enemy or a friend.

But adhering to the wisdom of "not taking the lead in provoking conflicts," he slightly pulled up his lips under his long beard, showing a polite smile, and then opened his mouth to say something.

But before he could speak, a dwarf in front of him raised his head and stared at Lan En and spoke first.

"If you want to get to know someone, it's best to introduce yourself first, sir. I think it's a truism."

The dwarf who spoke was quite tall, almost 1.5 meters tall, like a shorter human being.

He is powerful and has a temperament that matches his appearance. He is powerful but also serious and aloof.

If a person possesses these qualities at the same time, no matter who he is, he will generally not be considered a simple person.

Lan En nodded silently on the horse, jumped down, and approached among the suspicious and alert dwarves.

"Lan En, at your command."

According to etiquette, it is time for the other party to respond.

Behind the witcher, Velvet Ball followed suit and bowed.

"Thorin Oakenshield." The leading dwarf stared at Lan En cautiously and bowed his head in return. "And my companions are at your command."

The atmosphere finally calmed down.

Gandalf was the first to put down the hand holding the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

The halfling standing next to his legs let out a long hidden sigh of relief. He didn't seem very courageous.

The wizard in gray robes took a step forward and stood between Thorin and Lan, who were still wary-eyed. It seemed that he acted as the external negotiator for the entire team.

"I am Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey. Have you asked me yet?"

There was a familiar smile on his old face. He must have seen a lot of things and had a lot of life experience before he could naturally put on this smile that seemed like 'everything can be solved'.

But Lann waved his hand.

"Please wait, the person looking for you has arrived."

"What?"

Gandalf was puzzled. At the same time, where Lan En had just rushed out, the bushes and branches made a disturbing sound again.

The dwarves thought it was Lan En's reinforcements, so they quickly set up their formation again.

It wasn't until the leading seven or eight big rabbits jumped out of the woods that Gandalf suddenly understood and pressed his hand down to signal the dwarves to relax.

"Brown-robed Radagast!"

Gandalf opened his arms, and his gray robes spread like a sheet.

He walked up to the sloppy wizard who had just parked the rabbit sleigh and asked in confusion: "Why are you here?"

"Big, big thing!" Radagast said breathlessly. It was not easy to drive the rabbit sled so far. "Something really happened!"

Gandalf's expression slowly changed, from an expression of slight joy at meeting an old friend, to an expression that said, "Although I had expected the bad situation, I didn't expect it to be so bad and so fast."

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Radagast was pulled by Gandalf to a distant place in the grove for a private conversation.

Wizards always have many secrets, and the dwarves are not surprised and don't want to get involved.

But Lan En was curious about this small group.

"What are you going to do with Gandalf the Grey? I see that you are so tired, you have already traveled a long way, right?"

Lan En crossed his arms and said to Thorin with interest.

As dwarves like them, you can tell at a glance that they have lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

Walking long distances is very tiring. Not only horses will lose weight in the process, but people will also.

"It's none of your business."

Thorin Oakenshield looked indifferent.

The dwarf next to him, who looked like a miniature Santa Claus, with gray hair and a gray beard, was trying to reconcile it with a smile on his face.

He gave Thorin a small pat on the arm, telling him to step aside and stop saying nasty things.

"Oh, my name is Balin. Hello, Master Lan En."

Balin said with a kind face.

Calling 'Master' seems to be a more polite way of saying it in this world, while the meaning of superiority and inferiority is weaker.

At least Lann heard the other dwarves calling the halfling in their group 'Lord Baggins'.

"We are dwarves who plan to visit relatives in the Iron Hills near the Lonely Mountain. But after all, the wilderness is full of dangers, so several families have joined forces to form a team that can fight and go there together."

"Just visiting relatives?"

"Of course it's to visit relatives!"

Lan En had a subtle expression of seeing things through but not telling them.

"So, the old man is also 'able to fight'?"

"Me?" Balin's big rosacea nose shrugged and he smiled openly. "I'm not that good at fighting, but it wouldn't be a pity if I died at my age, right? Why don't you just follow me!"