Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1073 1055. Intrusion into territory

 “Listen to me, Radagast, Lane!”

Gandalf looked at the two people around him seriously.

“I sensed something was wrong after sending Thorin and the others through the Dark Forest, so I came here. Then I received the messenger from Radagast.”

 “It’s all clear now! I’ve figured it out!”

Gandalf held his pointed hat tightly in his hand, just like his tense mood at this time.

“The group of orcs who have been chasing Thorin and the others is led by Azog the Blasphemer. I thought he was just a powerful orc lord among the northern orcs.”

“But now, the nine great ring spirits will only take orders from one master. Even they have appeared, which means that Azog also has a master!”

 “And they are one and the same—Sauron!”

"Azog is not just pursuing the dwarves' restoration expedition because of his family feud with Thorin Oakenshield. His purpose, or rather his master's order, must be that lonely mountain! It's Elbor !”

 The wealth in Gushan, as well as the geographical location of Gushan, are very important to the overall situation in the entire north.

 In such a severe situation, Gandalf looked guilty and worried.

“I admit that I really wanted to optimize the defense of the entire north, so I helped Thorin form this expedition team.”

“But now, they still don’t know anything about what’s going on under the surface, and they are rushing towards the lonely mountain! Because even I have just figured it out!”

 “This is looking for death!”

"So, you want someone to warn Thorin about what's going on beneath the surface. But if I understand him correctly."

Lan En was beside him, tilting his head and looking at Gandalf: "This should be your responsibility."

Today, the dwarves only think that the goal of this restoration expedition is to regain the dwarf country and return to their hometown.

 But underneath the surface, there are evil forces and good forces throughout the north, each of which wants to consolidate the defense line and improve the strategic layout.

 The resistance that these two situations need to face is not at the same level at all.

 And Thorin and his party didn't even know what they were going to face.

Gandalf pursed his lips bitterly but helplessly.

"Now, if Sauron has really recovered to a certain extent, then the entire Middle-earth continent is in danger. I must find out his true identity and force him to reveal his true identity. That is to say, force him to take action!"

 “But Gandalf!” Radagast said anxiously beside him, “What if, what if Sauron does something to you?”

The sloppy old man was quite taboo and did not finish his words. He just used his fingers to pull horizontally on his neck as a dangerous gesture.

"No." Gandalf pretended to be relaxed, "I still have information that he really wants to know. As long as I don't let go, he won't be in a hurry to kill me."

 A brief silence.

 “So.That’s it?”

Lan En spread his hands and looked at the old man in front of him who knew what he was going to face but still looked relaxed.

“Although I don’t know how powerful Sauron is, you know that the castle in front of you is an inescapable trap, but you still want to enter?”

“We all have things we need to do, Lan.”

Gandalf smiled calmly and stroked his long beard.

“The so-called sense of responsibility and the so-called persistence are all mixed together to form the so-called destiny.”

 “I will fulfill my destiny.”

The witcher nodded silently and said nothing more. He turned over, mounted the Qilin, and turned the horse's head.

 “Where are the dwarves now, Gandalf?”

"They will pass through Lake Town, where they will complete the last supply of supplies on the journey, on the large lake in the northeast corner of Mirkwood."

 “Clearly. By the way.”

The witcher sitting on horseback looked down at the old wizard in gray robes and smiled softly.

"I don't think your fate will end here, Lord Gandalf."

“Haha!” The old wizard put his hands on his hips, leaned his wand on his shoulder, and laughed with a pipe in his mouth. “Thank you for your blessing, Master Lan En.”

The long neck of the unicorn also turned to look at Gandalf, and snorted. The flannel ball stood on the back of the unicorn and jumped up to meow and wave to the old wizard.

 The heavy sound of horse hooves disappeared from the forest.

And Gandalf turned around to face his colleagues.

“Okay, Radagast. I won’t go into details, but you must remember—”

"You must not follow me! I must go in alone! We all have our own responsibilities, so don't make your own decisions, do you understand?"

 Radagast had a dull face and said nothing, but slowly walked away in the direction facing away from Gandalf.

“When we came to Middle-earth, you said you would listen to me! Give me a guarantee!”

Gandalf shouted without looking back.

And Radagast, who was walking in the direction of leaving, muttered a response without looking back.

　　"Okay, I promise. I've remembered it all, and I haven't forgotten it."

After receiving the response, Gandalf pursed his lips, closed his eyes and nodded, looking relieved at last. "Yes." The gray-robed old wizard muttered in a low voice, "We'd better not forget it."

—

The sound of heavy horse hooves was like beating drums. The combined weight of Qilin and Lan En trampled on the thick humus of the Dark Jungle. This was the sound.

　　Previously, under the leadership of Radagast, Lan En and the others came all the way to Dol Guldur, so their energy was not disturbed by the chaotic magical power in Mirkwood.

 After the adaptive training in the dark forest with Radagast, even the flannel ball among them, who had the shortest endurance, was able to stay awake for several hours in this forest.

Without needing to slow down and worrying about Radagast's rabbit sled, a few hours would be enough for the Kirin to pass through the Dark Forest.

“Thorin, Balin, and Baggins all owe me a big favor this time.”

Lan En muttered on Qilin's back.

“Hurry and hurry just to save the lives of these dwarves.”

 “It’s a good thing to save people, meow!”

The flannel ball's little paws patted his boss to comfort him.

“And I heard that the treasures in Gushan are piled up in mountains, maybe they will use their treasures to thank us?”

 “That’s the best, then I can pay back the funds withdrawn from the Knights immediately.”

The witcher curled his lips indifferently.

The money Lan En used to replenish his capital chain was withdrawn from the Knights of Ashes.

Although it is a knighthood in his own name, Lan En clearly distinguishes between public and private. He didn't like being owed money, so he made it up as soon as he could.

Qilin obviously doesn’t care much about money or treasure.

His feline face arched forward and he purred.

 ‘But the dwarves said there was a dragon in the lonely mountain! What kind of dragon could that be? Cologne? ’

  Qilin’s thoughts were transmitted through the variant [Axisi Sign], and it was more interested in the evil dragon named Smaug.

Unfortunately, when Lan En went to the top of the ancient dragon in the world of fire, he saw a huge flying dragon corpse lying on the mountain range from a distance, covering half of the mountain range, but Qilin did not go there at that time.

When this world learned about the description of the evil dragon [Ankara Gang], Lan En was the target of the body shape of the flying dragon.

“The dragons in this world are different from you, Qilin.”

Lan En patted the neck of this beautiful [phantom beast] and said.

The IQs of the ancient dragons in the New World are at least on par with humans. After wandering with Lan En for so long, Qilin has accepted many human concepts, such as that it is actually an ancient dragon.

“The dragons in this world are inherently evil because they are a war race created by the ancient dark **** named Morgoth.”

Mirkwood is a long forest that runs from north to south. Lan drove the unicorn, first from the location of Dol Guldur to the east, then crossed sideways out of the forest, and then headed north along the edge of the forest.

He did not dare to go too far from the edge of the forest because he did not know the way. Without the directional signpost of Mirkwood, who knows where it will go.

For a large forest like this, its boundaries are actually very blurry and very wide.

 So even though Lan En has walked out of the forest, the density of tree vegetation has only become sparse, and the thick fallen leaf humus on the ground sometimes exposes soil and stones.

The white unicorn with a blue electric arc is like a strong wind, whistling through the woods.

The wide magical rune cloth swayed up and down in the air, full of momentum and nobility.

However, during this rapid movement, the demon hunter, who had not even spoken to Qilin or Velvet Ball, suddenly turned his eyes diagonally forward.

At the same time, above the lush green canopy, there was a movement so slight that it seemed like an illusion to the witcher's senses.

Boots trample on the thick tree trunks, and the branches and leaves seem to have consciousness, separating in front of passers-by without getting entangled.

 “Stop, stranger, you have intruded into the territory of the Woodland Kingdom!”

That was a clear sound, and along with the sound was an arrow shooting down from the tree crown.

The landing point of the arrow should be before the landing point of Qilin's next hoof. The intention is obviously to deter and stop.

 But it is also obvious that the archer did not fully estimate the speed of the unicorn.

He probably saw the shadow of the unicorn running, and then relied on his own experience and instinct to shoot the arrow.

  Under ordinary circumstances, the archer's ability is completely sufficient.

However, the ancient dragons in the New World are not an unusual situation.

So this arrow basically went towards Qilin’s neck!

"etc!"

The man shooting the arrow in the tree obviously reacted immediately, and he made a sound of surprise.

While making the sound, another arrow was also shot out by him, with the goal of cutting off the previous arrow.

This kind of archery skill, which is almost written in the legendary novels, is not only used by some people now, but is even more exaggerated than what is written in the legendary novels!

 Because he has truly become it!

 “Click!”

At a distance of more than thirty meters, an archer, in a surprised and unstable mood, used the arrow shot from behind to break the arrow shot from the front!