Chapter 1167

The dwarfs blinked and stared at him.

It took a long time for someone to say, "Oh! Man, your tone doesn't sound confident! Please, give me more confidence! "

"To kill Smaug, we need a man's help." Anyang looks at them.

"Who? Don't you say you can kill him? "

"That's a human being."

"Oh, can't you just say his name?"

"We'll meet him on the way." Anyang said lightly, "let's continue your discussion. Anyway, no matter if there is any way to deal with smauge, you will still go! No one can stop you. In this case, why let so many things annoy you? "

"Well?" Philip looked at Anyang in amazement, then nodded his head in a hurry. "Of course, of course, no one can stop us. In any case, we will recover irubel!"

"Maybe he has a way to kill simage..." Someone whispered.

"Maybe, but at least he's right. Smaug can't let us retreat because of fear. No matter how many, guys, have you decided to fight?"

"I'm ready at all times!"

Then the dwarves are in a mess again. You and I will talk about their views on this journey.

Anyang stood aside without a word of interruption.

Even He wasn't listening much.

Even if the dwarf Prince Sorin saw the key at a glance, a few words made the people silent and dignified, and easily mobilized the emotions of all people, making the dwarves impassioned and eager to join the battlefield immediately. Even the hobbits nearby seemed to be a little infected, but Anyang and Gandalf were still quietly watching.

Anyang in particular.

The revival of the dwarf has nothing to do with him, and he knows everything. In his eyes, the scene in front of him is more similar to an alternative replay of a certain picture. He cares more about his feelings at this time than this exciting talk.

At the same time, he also knows that, in his current position, he is far from qualified to participate in the meeting of the dwarfs, and he can't give directions to their decisions. All he can do is listen quietly.

Before long, Gandalf took out the key to the lonely mountain and gave it to the descendants of SOLIN and Turin.

"If there is a key, there will be a door." One of SOLIN's nephews, Qili, said.

"Yes, these Ravens record a secret passage to the ground floor hall." Gandalf said.

"So there's another way to get in?"

"Yes, if we can find it." Gandalf took back his pipe pointing to the string of words on the map, and said helplessly, "but the dwarf's gate is invisible when it is closed. The way to open it is on this map. I can't find it, but..."

He drags a long tone, then turns his head to Anyang.

Anyang is leaning against the wall at this time, because the hole at the bottom of hobbit's bag is too short, his head is directly on the ceiling, and he is looking at the string of chandeliers - almost parallel to his vision.

The dwarfs were guided to see Anyang.

"Yes! I remember! " Qili smiled first. "He said just now that he can understand what is on the map, otherwise we will ask for help from the Elven King..."

"Elrond is not king, fool!" Philip next to me despises Tao.

"Now is not the time to say that!"

"Well, listen to you."

Philip and all dwarfs looked to Anyang.

"The moon is like Nevin." In front of their eyes, Anyang said, "it is more secretive than runiwen. To understand it, you have to rely on the moon of the same shape and season as they were written down that day."

"Can you read them?" Asked SOLIN.

"Yes." Anyang pretended to pick up the map, looked at it carefully, and said, "these words were written on the eve of a Midsummer Festival nearly 200 years ago, when it was a new moon, so It's not the time. "

"Not at the right time?" Sorin frowned, and the other dwarfs cried out regretfully.

"Yes." Anyang said.

"Then wait until Next month! "

"What's the date today?"

"24."

"It's only a few days. We'll see a new moon soon." Anyang sipped his mouth and then reached for a sign, "you go on, go on."

The dwarfs were silent and silent.

Gandalf took a deep breath and said, "the task I envisioned requires great concealment and courage, but if we are smart and cautious enough, I believe we can succeed!"

Said, he looked at Baggins: "so, we need a thief! A good thief! "

I think I am a good thief, a professional thiefSOLIN turned around, his voice full of questions: "are you sure you are?"

All of a sudden, the dwarfs were full of ridicule for him, three points more than when they just ridiculed Anyang, at least Anyang was a wizard, and the young Bilbo Baggins was nothing.

Finally, dewarin said bluntly: "we are going through mountains, valleys, forests and wastelands, and the wild is not suitable for moderate people who can neither fight nor defend themselves. I'm afraid Mr. Baggins is not suitable for us."

Until Gandalf's face sank slightly, he stood up and his head went straight up to the ceiling. He had to bend his waist, which added a sense of supremacy to him!

The light in the room suddenly dimmed!

"Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a thief, then he is! " It wasn't until his tone softened that the light in the room returned to light. He continued, "the hobbits are very light, very light. In fact, they can pass by without being found. If you want to steal the akhenbaud from the dragon, you can't wake it!"

"And the dragon has been used to the smell of dwarves. As long as you get close to it, it will find you, and the taste of hobbits has never been heard!"

"You asked me to find the fourteenth member, so I chose Mr. Baggins. His ability is far beyond his external performance. He can contribute more than any of you, including his own knowledge!"

In this way, the dwarfs are silent, obviously extremely agree with Gandalf's authority!

And Baggins was surprised by the praise.

Gandalf calmed down, took a deep breath, and then said, "for this, you must believe him!"

At this time, Anyang coughed twice and went to the other room: "you can persuade Mr. Baggins slowly. I'm a little sleepy. I have to find a place to sleep."

All the dwarfs stopped and turned to look at him.

As he walked, he murmured: "I'm not used to this kind of body. I'll be sleepy soon..."

When he left, everyone was still silent.

Until SOLIN said, "well, let's do as Gandalf says, Bahrain, give him the contract!"

"No, no..."

Baggins quickly waved back.

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The Hobbit's home is very warm. Even though the night outside is cold and quiet, the stove is burning all the time, keeping a comfortable temperature in the room and a brightness that is neither too dark nor affects sleep.

Anyang didn't occupy Baggins's bedroom any more. He sat at the foot of the wall casually, took a blanket and covered it. Then he calmed down in the shimmering light.

The voice of the dwarves still came from nearby, but he no longer cared.

All of a sudden, a figure appeared in front of him. He was short and not very strong. He wore a big hat on his head and looked very honest and upright.

At this time, he looked at Anyang with some difficulty: "I It's too dull over there. In fact, I'm a little sleepy, so... "

Anyang smiled and didn't investigate.

He knew that the dwarf was here to look at himself.

"Your name is Beaufort?"

"Yes." Bofo sat down beside him, but he did not rest. Instead, he always paid attention to the movement of the other room, listened to their conversation, and paid attention to Anyang.

Anyang is sitting quietly, closing his eyes and nourishing his mind.

Until, the low and distant song of the dwarves began to ring, the voice was desolate, it reminded people of the empty and magnificent Valley under the moonlight, the boundless grassland when the rain continued, the lofty mountains, and the melody was like the grand melody from ancient times.

"Across the cold misty mountains in the distance to the deep and ancient cellar cave, we must set out before dawn to find the forgotten wealth..."

"The pines are roaring in the mountains, and the cold wind is moaning in the night..."

"The fire is red and the branches are like torches..."

From SOLIN's voice to all Dwarfs' spontaneous attachment, the tune gradually sublimated.

Anyang opened his eyes and was awakened.

He turned his head and looked at bofo. He stared at the room for a long time. When the singing stopped, he said, "your talent in art doesn't match your appearance."

After returning to his mind, bofo was stunned and nodded, "of course, dwarves are the most creative race!"

"It seems that they can't persuade Mr. Baggins."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Beaufort looked down.

"Mr. Baggins is not as active as you, vagrant wizard." SOLIN came over from the other side, looked deeply at Anyang, said, and then found a seat against the wall.

A few dwarfs followed and found a comfortable place to lie down. They didn't pay attention to it, so they went to sleep.

The room was soon quiet, except for snoring.The fire in the fireplace was burning and the wood was insufficient. It was a little red. There was a white light band across the sky outside the window, which was composed of fine and dense stars.

Anyang murmured a few words in a low voice, then stretched out his hand, so he picked up a firewood from afar and threw it into the fireplace.

"Crackling..."

SOLIN opened his eyes abruptly and closed them again a moment later.

The next morning came soon.

The dwarfs got up very early, ate breakfast, and cleaned up the messy house where Baggins had been made. At this time, it was just light, and Baggins was still sleeping.

The party set out for the dwarf's hometown.

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