"Hey, what do you think that is?"
The dwarf Fili pointed at the white elk that suddenly appeared across the black river and shouted.
This quickly attracted everyone's attention.
Dwarin Dwalin said: "What a beautiful deer..."
White-bearded Balin also looked over, and said with some confusion: "It is indeed beautiful, but how can such a deer appear in such a forest?"
Dwarf Doli shook his head vigorously, trying his best to see the other side clearly and said: "What a fat deer. Maybe we should shoot it. It can give us a roast deer dinner."
Bilbo also shook his head, and after seeing the opposite side clearly, he turned to Doli with his still clear head and shouted: "We are lucky to be able to see the white deer here. You can't say that..."
Morgan also looked over and saw a white deer with snow-white fur, which was indeed very beautiful.
But as Balin said, such a white deer is not common, let alone in Mirkwood, a forest that has been polluted and corrupted.
In a fantasy world, the appearance of this white deer is somewhat unusual, because its appearance often represents other meanings.
For example, Bilbo said: Luck.
Before anyone could take a look, Thorin Oakenshield picked up a stone and threw it towards the white deer on the other side of the river.
"Bang..."
There was a muffled sound.
The stone hit the trunk of a big tree, but failed to hit the white deer.
The white deer was frightened and ran forward, quickly disappearing into the dense forest.
The stone Thorin Oakenshield immediately made Morgan and Balin frown.
It is indeed rare to see such a rare creature. We can ignore each other, but there is really no need to hurt each other.
If it were in the original world, Morgan wouldn't think anything would happen if he saw this situation.
But it's different in this world.
Who knew that Thorin Oakenshield's stone would not only knock away White Deer, but also the luck of everyone in the expedition team.
But he didn't say anything, because the white deer was already frightened away.
Bilbo, who was well-read, was much more angry at Thorin Oakenshield's behavior.
He said directly to Thorin Oakenshield: "You shouldn't be like this. It's our luck to see it."
Thorin Oakenshield had the opposite reaction. He shook his head: "I never believe in luck."
"We can make our own luck!"
The white deer has already run away, and it is useless to say more.
Seeing that everyone was not so clear due to lack of oxygen, their reactions were obviously much slower.
Morgan shook his head vigorously and said loudly: "We can't stay here any longer."
"The river is cursed, let's just pass through these vines."
Thorin Oakenshield looked over, nodded and said, "Let the lightest go first."
The lightest member of the team is of course Bilbo the Hobbit.
Although the height is similar to that of several dwarves in the team, the dwarves are obviously stronger and stronger.
Everyone looked at Bilbo.
Morgan didn't say anything either.
As the protagonist, Bilbo was born with the aura of the protagonist, plus the Supreme Lord of the Rings in his hand.
It's definitely not that easy to get into trouble.
Besides, Bilbo did look shorter and lighter.
Speaking of which, Hobbits grew up barefoot due to life reasons.
So does Bilbo.
Among the entire expedition team, Bilbo was the only one who had walked barefoot from the moment he stepped out of his home to join the expedition team.
Looking at Bilbo's feet, which were covered with thick hair.
Morgan couldn't see much difference between his feet and other people's boots.
The thick vines on the black river were all black and wet.
Bilbo went first.
Although his reaction was slower than usual, his hands and feet were still flexible.
I staggered on the slippery vines until I reached the middle of the river.
"How are you, Bilbo?"
Bofur the dwarf asked loudly.
"Fortunately, I didn't notice any problems..."
As Bilbo finished speaking, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell straight down.
Fortunately, he caught the vine in front of him in time. He was lying on the river and almost fell into the river.
The light green mist inevitably enveloped Bilbo.
Looking at himself on the river, Bilbo suddenly felt as if the whole world had stopped. A huge wave of sleep came over him, and Bilbo suddenly wanted to sleep.
He slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly, the face of his reflection on the water suddenly became ferocious and distorted.
Bilbo was shocked, and his sleepiness was completely gone.
Realizing that something seemed amiss, Bilbo swayed and struggled onward.
Behind me, I heard Bilbo's words.
All the dwarves also stepped on the vines and began to cross the river.
Morgan tied up his belongings, moved a little away from the crowd, grabbed a thick black vine and started to cross the river.
Morgan was right not to get together with the dwarves and cross the river.
Several people were clinging to a vine, shaking too hard.
When Morgan moved smoothly to the center of the river, he suddenly broke the vines below with one foot, stepped on the ground with one foot, and immediately fell towards the water.
Morgan was shocked. He suddenly hooked the vine with his other foot and quickly grabbed the vine in front of him with one hand.
This prevented him from falling into the water, but his missing feet inevitably landed on the water.
"grass..."
Feeling the wetness on his feet, Morgan cursed.
He was already very cautious, but he didn't expect to be tricked.
Gandalf said that the river was cursed and that he would have to be more careful next time.
The slowly rising light green mist floating on the water was naturally inhaled by Morgan into his mouth and nose.
In fact, not just Morgan, but all members of the expedition team who passed over the black river inevitably inhaled the light green mist rising from the river. The difference was just how much they inhaled.
"call..."
Hanging on the water, Morgan took a deep breath and vigorously shook his head, which became even more dizzy.
Struggling to stand up again.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that his foot that was close to the water was grabbed by something.
Morgan was shocked, and immediately drew out the elf sword with one hand and slashed towards the water.
"Wow..."
The water splashed up, and the feeling of restraint from under the feet disappeared immediately.
"Morgan, what's wrong with you?"
At this time, the dwarf Balin on the side saw something strange about Morgan and asked immediately.
Morgan quickly raised his feet, hooked the vines again and stood up. Then he looked at the people on the side and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, there is something in the water..."
Before he finished speaking, the dwarf Bombur, who was extremely sleepy, finally couldn't help but fell into the water.
But falling into the water not only failed to wake up Pombo, but actually slept more soundly, and he even started to snore.
"Pang Bo..."
"Pang Bo..."
The dwarves shouted immediately.
At this moment, Bombur, who was lying on the water and snoring, suddenly began to move away.
Moving speed from slow to fast,
Bombur was dragged away from the water where the dwarves were and quickly moved towards Morgan.
The dwarves finally noticed something strange and immediately exclaimed: "Bomber..."
"Pang Bo..."
"Morgan..."
"quick..."
Looking at Pombo who was quickly dragged away below, Morgan's expression changed, and before he had time to think too much, he immediately jumped into the river with the elf sword in hand.
