In front of the small ferry.
The white-bearded dwarf Balin and the human Bard were still chatting.
"What makes you think I would be willing to help you?"
Seeing that the group of dwarves in front of him were not only in a miserable state, but also had injuries almost everywhere on their bodies. They obviously looked unusual, and Bard couldn't help but want to talk more.
"The shoes on your feet are not very good, and the coat on your body is also very old."
"With your excellent archery skills, I guess there must be a large number of people in your family."
Bahrain responds to such problems with ease.
The human archer in front of him was very vigilant.
In order not to make the other party suspicious, Bahrain did not dare to act too eagerly.
"how many kids do you have?"
Balin continued to smile and speak, trying to build a relationship with the other party.
Maybe when I get to Changhu Town, I still need the other party's help.
"Three, one boy and two girls."
Thinking of his child, Bud couldn't help but have a smile on his calm face.
"Then your wife must be a great beauty."
Balin continued to smile, but this time he said the wrong thing.
Bud looked startled, shook his head and said: "It was indeed like this in the past..."
Looking at the other person's face, Bahrain immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately said: "Sorry..."
Balin and Bud had a great chat.
The dwarves behind him couldn't wait any longer.
The irritable Godwalin couldn't stand the two people's annoyance, so he couldn't help but said: "You two are really in trouble..."
Dwalin's voice is not quiet.
Bud, who was not far away, immediately turned his head, looked at the white-bearded Balin and asked: "Are you in a hurry?"
at this time.
The dwarf Bofur, who was cleaning next to the ferry, suddenly fished a tall wine barrel that was flowing down the water onto the shore. He looked at everyone and said, "It seems that these wine barrels can't bear to leave us. It looks pretty good. Maybe we can stop by." Sell it for some money.”
As soon as Bofur spoke, everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.
Bud frowned immediately as he looked at the tall, exquisitely shaped, but scarred wine barrel not far away.
After a while, Bard's eyes shifted from the tall wine barrel to the face of the dwarf with all white beard and hair in front of him.
He said in a deep voice: "I can take you into Changhu Town."
"But more money has to be added."
ten minutes later.
The ferry carrying the expedition team slowly left the ferry and headed towards the waterway ahead.
It was dark at this time, almost dusk.
On a shallow river bank half an hour from the small ferry where the expedition left.
A large group of ugly orcs wearing armor appeared here.
The leader was none other than Borg, the tall and burly half-orc commander wearing steel spiked armor.
At this time, a small orc leader stood next to Borg and said sharply: "Chief, the stench of those dwarves is very strong. They must have stayed here for a long time."
at this time.
An orc sniffed the air and walked towards the shore of the shallows in search of the scent.
It didn't take long for the orc to sniff all the way to a newly built mound piled with stones on the shore.
The smell in the air soon made the orcs lie down on the mound and smell it.
After a few sniffs, the orc's eyes suddenly brightened. It immediately stood up and shouted at the orc troops not far away: "This way! This way!"
I heard the exclamations of the orcs below.
Borg immediately led a group of orcs and strode to the new mound.
There was no need for the orc who discovered the mound to say anything. After taking a few deep breaths, Borg immediately pointed at the mound below and said coldly: "Dig it up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three strong orcs around him immediately stepped forward and used their armored hands to dig at the mound in front of them.
After a while, the soil on the mound was quickly scraped clean by three orcs.
A short corpse wrapped in shabby clothes appeared in front of the orc.
When Borg saw the corpse, he immediately squatted down, stretched out his hand and violently ripped open the clothes covering the head of the short corpse.
After seeing the appearance of the corpse in front of him clearly, Borg just said with a cold expression: "Crap!"
After speaking, he waved his hand.
The half-orcs who had been waiting for a long time immediately swarmed around.
There were constant sounds of chewing and angry fighting.
However, in just a few minutes, a relatively strong dwarf corpse was quickly devoured by a group of orcs.
Not even a bone was spared.
He watched coldly as the orcs under his command were fighting for the dwarf's bones like wild beasts.
Orc leader Borg looked ahead and ordered coldly: "Keep moving forward!"
After the words fell, the orc troops screamed and ran forward along the river bank again.
Behind him is an empty tomb dripping with blood and a mess.
A biting cold wind blew by.
Several raven monsters with scarlet eyes and pitch-black bodies screamed and stopped.
Jumping in the dirt, pecking at the scraps of meat scattered on the ground.
...
The sky gradually darkened.
Mist slowly rose on the lake leading to Changhu Town.
The weather was getting colder because of the ice melting from the huge isolated mountain in the distance and flowing into the long lake.
On the ferry.
Thorin Oakenshield stood on the bow of the ship, with his arms folded in front of his chest, calmly looking at the misty lake ahead.
Bilbo hugged himself tightly and sat around Balin the Whitebeard like all the dwarves.
Morgan leaned against the mast and looked at Balin in front of him with the same interest.
Balin, who was surrounded by dwarves, was counting his money.
On the wooden box in front of him, there were stacks of silver coins, twelve stacks in total, which were everyone's tolls.
"One, two, three...eleven, twelve..."
"Nine silver coins are still missing."
"Come on, brothers, take out the money you have..."
Balin smiled and looked at the people around him.
It’s just that everyone had already taken it once.
Even Morgan took out the two coins he had left.
"There really isn't any more..."
"Me too..."
"I even spent the money to marry my wife..."
The dwarves all shook their heads like rattles.
At this time, Thorin Oakenshield turned his head.
Looking at Groin sitting cross-legged in front of Morgan, he said, "Hurry up, I know you have it."
Seeing everyone looking over, Ge Luoyin immediately shook his head and resisted: "I have already lost everything for this expedition..."
"But my investment still has no hope at all, only pain and sadness..."
Groyin was talking to himself, but suddenly he noticed that his companions all around him stood up and looked at the sky on the side of the ferry.
He also stood up quickly, using the faint light on the ferry mast.
He finally vaguely saw it, on the other side of the lake: the huge, towering mountain with white snow that only existed in the mouths of the dwarves and on the team map finally appeared in front of him.
"Thank God..."
"We're finally here..."
"Is that Lonely Mountain?"
"I must marry two wives when I go back this time!"
"Am I dreaming..."
"Snapped..."
"Damn it, Bofur, why did you hit me!"
"Beat you?"
"No, I'm just waking you up. Let me tell you, this is not a dream!"
"Ha ha..."
"Damn it, don't run away..."
Spend the long dark night.
The eastern dawn glows with white clouds.
Facing the first golden light of late autumn.
In the morning fog, a ferry slowly sailed towards a floating town bathed in bright sunshine.
Changhu Town.
