The sky was filled with heavy lead clouds, and the sky became increasingly gloomy.
This is a sign that it's going to rain.
The cold wind howled as everyone watched Gandalf ride away.
Thorin Oakenshield immediately turned around to greet everyone and said: "Let's go, we must get to the Lonely Mountain before the sun sets on Turin..."
"We only have one chance to find the secret door into the mountain, we have to be quick."
"let's go..."
"It's very close to Gushan..."
"I've heard it said countless times, but I've never seen Gushan..."
"Dolly, it won't be long before you meet..."
"I haven't seen it either..."
"I spent all my money on this expedition. I must earn it all back this time..."
"Don't worry, you will definitely make a fortune this time..."
"Haha, that's good..."
As we get closer and closer to the lonely mountain, the mood of everyone in the expedition team also improves.
The dwarves chatted and walked into the forest soon.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa..."
The heavy downpour outside finally fell.
It's just that the trees in the dark forest are densely packed, and the dead yellow leaves are tangled and intertwined, blocking the sky and the sun.
Normally it is difficult for sunlight to shine in, especially raindrops.
The sky became darker and gloomier.
The expedition team left the edge of the forest and gradually headed deeper.
Gandalf left, and the leader became Thorin Oakenshield and the white-bearded dwarf Balin.
Despite his strength, Morgan's status in the team is not low.
But he seldom had a say in matters concerning the expedition's path and direction.
Firstly, because I really don’t understand, and secondly because I realize that the journey of the expedition team is guided by fate, and no one can change it, and I don’t want to have a conflict with Thorin Oakenshield because of this.
The expedition team moved forward at a constant speed.
With Gandalf's instructions, Thorin Oakenshield tried his best to identify the road covered with dead yellow leaves on the ground.
The soil underfoot is black, withered and rotten, and the weeds and thorns on the ground have long since died.
As I walked deeper, I realized that the forest was seriously ill.
Many of the trees are a little misshapen, with tangled roots on the ground.
There are also many tree branches covered with ugly things the size of fists, similar to black tumors.
Some of these black tumors that grow on the branches of the big tree have not yet burst, while others have burst and leaked black pus.
The black viscous pus exudes a faint rancid smell.
Mixed with the decaying and decaying smell of the forest.
It made everyone feel uncomfortable smelling it.
Walking in such a forest, the originally cheerful atmosphere of the expedition team turned silent without even realizing it.
Standing in front of a fork in the road.
Thorin Oakenshield stirred the thick rotten leaves on the ground with his feet, trying hard to see where the main road led.
All the weeds and thorns on the ground were dead because of blight and decay.
Leaving the ground covered with thick leaves, the trail was relatively easy to navigate, but finding the main road became troublesome as roads seemed to be everywhere around us.
After lifting up the layers of rotten leaves covering the fork in the road, I finally saw the regular-shaped stones underneath.
These stones were left behind when the elves built this road, because they were all on the road outside.
"Go this way..."
Thorin Oakenshield took the lead towards the intersection on the left.
Everyone moved on.
As everyone went deeper into the forest, the sky became darker and darker.
There are more and more towering trees around, and the various branches on the ground are crisscrossing and tangled.
The road began to become difficult to walk, and it was even harder to find the main path left by the elves.
The smell of decay and putrefaction became stronger and stronger.
"I feel like it's getting harder to breathe..."
"Air, I need more air..."
"My head is so dizzy..."
"We won't go astray..."
"No, we have always followed the Lord's path, there is no way we can make mistakes..."
"..."
Sensing the discomfort in the air and their bodies, the dwarves began to talk again.
Morgan didn't make a sound, even though he had been alert enough from the moment he entered this dark forest.
At this time, also because the oxygen in the air becomes thinner, I start to feel uncomfortable.
But his mind is still clear.
In such a dense forest, a large number of rotting leaves and trees will produce things like biogas and methane.
A lack of oxygen is normal in this situation.
Although I can barely use science to explain the abnormality of hypoxia.
However, the side effects caused by insufficient oxygen are very serious, including dizziness, headache, slow reaction and other reactions.
Morgan tried his best to stay calm, but his head began to feel a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
"Go this way..."
Thorin Oakenshield tried his best to identify the road in front of him.
The expedition team continued to move forward with its speed obviously slowing down.
Morgan kept shaking his head, trying his best to keep his head clear, and quickly followed Thorin Oakenshield.
Before entering the forest, Gandalf told Morgan that he was optimistic about Thorin Oakenshield before leaving, not only because of his intention to protect him.
Also, when Thorin Oakenshield made a mistake, Gandalf hoped that Morgan would remind Thorin in time.
This kind of depression, tangled branches, dark decaying forest, plus lack of oxygen.
It's not that easy to identify the correct path on the ground.
Fortunately, the expedition team seems to be lucky.
Although the dwarves were dizzy and their progress was slow, they were finally on the right path.
I don’t know exactly how long it took.
In front of everyone, a stone arch bridge finally appeared.
It's just that the stone arch bridge is broken in the middle.
Below the stone bridge is a black river filled with light green miasma.
"Bridge, we found the stone bridge that Gandalf said..."
"Why is it broken..."
"Did Gandalf remember it wrong..."
"..."
The appearance of Shiqiao finally lifted the spirits of the groggy members of the expedition team.
Just standing in front of the broken stone bridge, everyone's heads were a little confused.
"The river is not very wide, we should be able to swim across it..."
Bilbo looked at the black river in front of him with dull eyes and said.
After the words fell, Thorin Oakenshield, whose head was still clear, immediately said: "No, didn't you hear what Gandalf said?"
"Dark magic exists in this forest and this river is cursed."
"We have to find other ways to cross the river."
After Thorin Oakenshield finished speaking, he walked aside and began to look around.
"I don't see any curse in this river..."
"There's no body or anything else, that's what I think..."
"Thorin, this river is so narrow, we can swim across it soon..."
Doli and Bofur and the other dwarves looked at the river in front of them and said with dull eyes.
"Do I need to say it a second time? We must use other ways to cross the river!"
Thorin Oakenshield immediately shouted coldly.
"Let's go this way, these vines should be able to carry us through."
Morgan shook his head vigorously and pointed at the dark vines tangled above the river in front of him.
At this moment, a white deer with snow-white hair suddenly appeared on the other side of the black river.
