Early the next morning.
It was just getting dark.
When the first ray of morning light shines into the luxurious banquet hall through the glass windows.
Morgan woke up.
Opening his eyes, he saw a messy banquet hall in front of him.
At the end of the long table not far away, two dwarves, Thorin Oakenshield and white-bearded dwarf Balin, had already woken up first.
"Morning Morgan..."
Balin looked at Morgan who woke up and smiled.
"Morning, Bahrain..."
Although it's a bit weird to say goodbye to each other in this situation.
"Wake them up, we should go."
Balin said, patting his feet as Pombo snored loudly under the long table.
"It's easy..."
After hearing what Balin said, Morgan called the servants in the mayor's small building.
Soon, the servant brought a basin of cold water from the Long Lake.
Morgan took the basin, picked up the empty wine glass on the table, took a full glass, and poured it into the face of the nearest Bofur who was mumbling in confusion.
"Ah... so and so!"
Bofur, who was awakened by the ice water, immediately woke up and jumped up from the ground.
"It seems that you still have a way, so I'll leave it to you."
"Let's go find the mayor.
Balin smiled and said to Morgan, and then walked out with Thorin Oakenshield.
Bofur, who woke up, glanced at Morgan, then at the cold lake water on the table, and finally at the empty wine glass in Morgan's hand, and his eyes immediately lit up.
He reached out and picked up the empty wine glass in front of him, filled it with cold water and poured it on the face of Gro Yin beside him.
"Who, damn..."
"Ahhhhh..."
"Damn it, are the Orcs coming? Where are the Orcs..."
"Ah, is it raining?"
"Who did it..."
"..."
In the following time, thanks to the efforts of Morgan and Bofur, various ghost cries and howls continued to be heard in the luxurious banquet hall.
When all members of the expedition team were awakened.
Thorin Oakenshield and Balin appeared in the hall again.
Facing the first ray of golden sunshine in the morning, the expedition team stepped out of the mayor's mansion.
What happened last night has already spread throughout Changhu Town.
At this time, both sides of the road were crowded with people who came to bid farewell to the rumored dwarf king under the mountain.
Of course, there will definitely be many residents who want to watch the monkeys.
When the expedition team walked out of the gate of the mayor's mansion in uniform.
Residents watching on the roadside immediately cheered.
They remembered the heroic words spoken by the king under the mountain last night, saying that he would bring the huge treasures of the kingdom under the mountain to share with them and others.
How can this not make those civilians who can barely fill their stomachs every day and struggle at the bottom their whole lives cheer?
"Wow, so many humans..."
"Are all these humans here to see us off?"
"Of course, didn't you see they were waving to me?"
"Stop talking, stay polite, and don't embarrass the dwarves..."
"Of course, I won't embarrass us dwarves..."
"..."
He looked at the whispers of the dwarves walking in front of him in a neat and tidy manner.
Morgan, who was walking at the end, sighed in his heart.
Different from the memory plot, the dwarf Kili was seriously injured because he was shot in the leg by an arrow coated with Morgul poison by an orc, but Thorin Oakenshield refused to board the ship because it affected the team's forward speed.
Not even the emotional Fili and the dwarf Ouyin were able to board the ship.
And Bofur missed the time to board the ship.
Now under the influence of his own participation, except for the accidental death of the dwarf Noli.
The other dwarves have everything they need this time and can all board the ship to the Lonely Mountain.
This made Morgan temporarily confused as to whether his participation had a good effect or a bad influence.
But regardless of the impact on the expedition team, good or bad.
Anyway, his own gains along the way have far exceeded expectations.
Now we have reached Lake Town, and we are about to go to the Lonely Mountain occupied by the evil dragon Smaug.
Shaking his head, Morgan didn't think much and walked slowly forward behind the dwarves.
Because it is a town on the water, the mayor's mansion is not far from the ferry that the bloated mayor prepared for the expedition team.
It didn't take long for the group to arrive at the small pier.
I saw a ferry about the same size as Bud's ferry before, moored quietly next to the pier.
There was also a lot of food supplies on the boat.
The dwarves prepare to board the ship.
At this time, on the other side, the bloated mayor in grand military uniform, accompanied by the despicable secretary Alfred, walked to the makeshift small platform on the pier in perfect time.
With the band playing, the expedition team finally stepped onto the ferry.
The bloated mayor also began to bless the expedition of the King under the Mountain with all the residents of Changhu Town watching.
"You leave with our goodwill and blessings."
"I hope you can bring back the promised treasures to share with us!"
After the bloated mayor finished speaking, the surrounding civilians immediately cheered loudly.
The ferry rowed slowly, and the dwarves on the boat had smiles on their faces and waved their hands desperately to the surrounding residents.
"Uncle Morgan, Uncle Morgan..."
At this time, a shout came clearly into Morgan's ears.
Morgan looked up and looked around for the sound, and soon found who made the sound in the crowd.
It was Bud's youngest daughter Tilda, with her brother Barn standing beside her.
Morgan smiled and waved to Tilda.
Seeing Morgan's response, Tilda looked overjoyed with joy on her face.
Morgan looked at Barn behind Tilda.
Seeing Morgan, Barn, who had a dull expression, immediately smiled.
"Say sorry to your father for me."
Morgan shouted at Barn.
However, the surrounding residents cheered so loudly that Morgan wasn't sure whether Barn heard it.
He just saw the two brothers Barn and Tilda waving to him vigorously.
In the cheers, the ferry slowly rowed past the small pier, sailed out of Changhu Town, and rowed towards the majestic snow-capped mountains ahead.
Changhu Town.
After hearing what his son said at home, Bud looked stunned.
In fact, speaking of it, he suffered so much humiliation last night.
But Bud didn't blame Morgan.
Because on the way home yesterday morning, Morgan talked to him about his identity and career.
He is a ranger commissioned by the dwarves.
How could a ranger entrusted by his employer change his employer's attention, especially when the employer was the king under the mountain?
In addition, Morgan helped him offend Alfred.
The two of them had a good chat.
Coupled with Morgan's friendly attitude towards his son and daughter.
Bud already considered Morgan a friend in his heart.
At this time, Morgan asked his son to apologize, but Bud smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He remembered what Morgan had left for him when the dwarves left yesterday, saying that he could not stop the dwarves.
Now that I think about it, I really can't stop it.
Thinking again, if the dwarf goes away, he will definitely wake up the evil dragon.
Bud started to worry about Morgan.
at the same time.
The ruins of Dol Guldur.
The sky was dark and gloomy.
Endless clouds are like a black sky, covering Dol Guldur like a dark night.
"Quickly..."
Two figures, one tall and one short, were running wildly through the dark and dangerous ruins filled with thorns and traps.
"This way..."
The short figure leading the way nimbly led the tall gray-robed figure behind him through the dangerous ruins.
"Hurry up, we have to hurry up!"
"It's waiting for them!"
"They formed an alliance..."
"Who's allied with whom?"
"The dragon and the orcs..."
"We have to hurry up and get this news out..."
The short figure said quickly, and quickly ran forward with the tall gray-robed figure behind him.
Just when they broke out of the narrow path, a tall, terrifying orc with pale skin and a ferocious face suddenly jumped out from the intersection outside, and hit the fastest short man in the chest with a hammer and knife in his hand.
"boom..."
A heart-shaking dull sound.
The short man was instantly knocked backwards for dozens of meters and hit a huge wall pillar in ruins.
The tall man in gray robe immediately stepped forward and waved his staff to fight off the pale orc, and then quickly helped up the short man who was seriously injured.
"It's okay, my friend."
"Not dead yet, Gandalf..."
The tall man in gray robe helped the short dwarf up.
The pale orc immediately walked up with a sneer on his face, looked at the gray-robed wizard in front of him and said harshly: "Old guy, you're late!"
The tall gray-robed wizard was naturally the long-lost Gandalf.
Next to him, the filthy dwarf was Thorne, the son of the former King Thor under the Mountain and the father of Thorin.
Opposite the two men, there was a tall and strong pale orc with a ferocious face.
Who is Azog the Destroyer?
As soon as he finished speaking, Azog pounced ferociously again with the knife and hammer in hand.
Gandalf immediately waved his staff, and a white light suddenly burst out from the top of the staff.
There was a violent explosion of magic energy, and Azog was knocked several meters away.
Gandalf immediately stepped forward with his staff and asked sternly: "Where is your master!?"
Azog showed no sign of weakness and stood up with a ferocious roar, swinging his sword and hammer at Gandalf again.
"Bang..."
The top of Gandalf's staff exploded with dazzling light again, knocking Azog away several meters.
"Where is he!?"
Facing Gandalf's questioning again, Azog, who had been knocked away twice, finally did not rush forward rashly, but slowly circled around Gandalf. He stared at the wizard in front of him and said in a deep voice: "The master is nowhere to be found. Not here!"
After the words fell, Azog looked up to the sky and roared.
The next second.
"Roar..."
"Ouch..."
Bigger and more roars and roars immediately came from below the dark abyss on the side.
Gandalf couldn't help but hold back a glance.
Only then did he see that among the layers of ruins below, each layer was crowded with countless orcs, and countless ferocious wargs biting and roaring at each other.
"it's over!"
Taking advantage of Gandalf's distraction, Azog rushed forward again with a ferocious expression, brandishing his sword and hammer.
...
Changhu Town.
On the long lake.
A ferry filled with fourteen members of the expedition team quickly rowed towards the towering snow-capped mountains opposite.
Time passed slowly.
The morning fog has not cleared yet.
The ferry finally docked at the foot of a snow-capped mountain.
The moment when all the members stepped off the boat and stepped on solid ground.
Gushan, here we come.
