Now that they decided to eliminate these three trolls, the group immediately seized the time and came to the entrance of the cave.
The members of the expedition team did not prepare any traps or anything like that, because there was too little time left for them, and they could not make too much noise, lest the three guys in the cave be on guard.
Even the fire attack that Allen particularly likes cannot be used. On the one hand, this forest is full of dead trees, and there is no way to end it if it causes a forest fire.
On the other hand, Allen felt that smoke and burning would not necessarily cause fatal damage to the trolls in an instant. It would be too dangerous if it caused the three of them to go crazy.
So everyone just prepared a fire not far from the entrance of the cave to provide enough lighting for everyone during the fight.
While everyone was waiting, it became completely dark after a while. The members of the expedition team knew that the troll was about to wake up, so they all clenched their weapons, hid themselves, and were ready to fight.
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The hobbits, who lacked fighting ability, watched the horses from a distance to prevent some cute horses from being frightened away by the noise of the fight.
Allen was not worried about the outcome of this battle at all. In addition to having himself as a shooter in the team, the wizard Gandalf, Thorin Oakenshield and his dwarf companions also gave Allen a lot of confidence.
Dwarves are a race rich in warriors. Regardless of their size, which is generally around 1.5 meters, they are powerful, have excellent endurance, and are flexible enough to move within a small range. The most important thing is that they can not only withstand beatings, but also
Have loyalty and morale that match the resistance to beatings.
The performance of these guys on the battlefield is far beyond what ordinary human warriors can match.
In addition, the fighting prowess shown by these three rock trolls in the movie was really poor. Allen felt that they were stupid and stupid and did not pose much of a threat.
Soon, the sky turned completely dark, twinkling stars appeared in the sky, and the moon, emitting a soft light, quietly climbed into the sky.
At this time, the troll cave gradually became lively, and a sharp voice came out of the cave.
"William, what are we going to eat today? Are we still going to eat sheep? I'm tired of eating it. Can we change the taste today? I want to eat some fresh, juicy meat."
What responded to him was a loud, oppressive voice.
"Shut up, Tom, you should be grateful to have sheep to eat. What you should say is, thank you William, thank you for finding food for us every day."
Then there was a "dong" knocking sound, and the sound continued.
"Instead of complaining every day that this doesn't taste good or that doesn't taste good, just go out and make it yourself if you have the ability."
This was followed by a muffled voice.
"Okay, at least we have something to eat, and the mutton is pretty good. At least it's better than the dry farmer last time, who had no meat at all except bones."
Those who made the sound should be Tom, William and Bert living in the Troll Forest.
Obviously, these three guys didn't notice anything strange and were still worrying about the evening's menu. However, they had sheep to eat every day and they actually complained about it.
However, they won't need to worry about what to eat soon, because Alan won't let them survive tonight.
The troll's noisy voice got closer and closer to the hole, until a round head appeared at the hole.
Maybe it's because these three trolls lived a very comfortable life in this forest.
It's also possible that they really can't let go of anything other than eating in their minds.
They didn't notice anything strange when they walked out of the cave. Even the fire was not far away from them, so they didn't care.
At this time, a bright white light exploded in front of the three trolls. It was a magic that Gandalf had prepared for a long time.
This white light not only blinded the three trolls, but the power contained in it also frightened these three guys at the entrance of the cave.
And this white light would not have any bad effects on humans and dwarves. Allen seized this opportunity, and the moment the white light fell, he shot an arrow into the head of the last troll.
After the troll was shot, he roared in pain, then staggered back two steps, and rolled back into the cave with Allen's arrow.
At this time, a burning torch was thrown from Gloin's hand and accurately fell into the fire, igniting the kerosene dripping on the branches and dispelling the surrounding darkness.
The other dwarves rushed out of their ambush, waving their weapons vigorously, and severely beat the two trolls who were frightened.
Allen stood on a boulder, with his sigil bow fully drawn, staring closely at the battle on the field, looking for an opportunity to severely injure the troll.
At this time, the trolls had already reacted. They waved their thick arms, attacked the dwarves, and were always observing the direction of Allen.
Once they realized something was wrong, they used their thick arms to block it. In this way, they had stopped several arrows shot by Allen.
Even though the arrow had penetrated their thick arms, it did not hinder their attack on the dwarves at all. The attack was still powerful and heavy.
Moreover, when being besieged by dwarves, these trolls still had time to pick up sundries and throw them at Allen's position, forcing Allen to jump off the boulder.
After all, Allen does not have the physique of a dwarf. If he is hit, he may suffer broken muscles and fractures.
In a short period of time, the situation changed from a unilateral beating by the dwarves to a mutual beating between the dwarves and the trolls.
Trolls are creatures that are huge in size, with rough skin and thick flesh, and part of their bodies are covered with dark green scales.
Moreover, the food these three guys had here was very good and they made them fat and strong, which made them too resistant to being beaten.
Allen speculated that the pain nerves of this creature are probably very dull, allowing them to recover quickly from continuous blows.
Allen had no choice but to continuously change his position in a hidden place, hide, quietly observe the battle on the field, and continue to look for opportunities to give the enemy a fatal blow.
Soon, such an opportunity appeared in front of Allen's eyes. A troll was holding up a stick he picked up casually, preparing to attack Dwalin near him. On his raised head, a pair of eyes showed a cruel look.
, and the huge nostrils are facing Allen.
It's obvious that these guys with low intelligence have forgotten the threat Allen once posed to them in a short period of time.
Of course Allen would not miss this opportunity. He was always prepared. When the troll raised his head, he shot an arrow towards his nostril. Under the powerful kinetic energy of the talisman bow, the arrow shot from the arrow.
He reached the nock of the arrow and inserted it deeply.
This moment directly interrupted all the movements of the troll. He threw away the stick in his hand, covered his nose with both hands, and let out a painful whimper from his mouth.
Dwalin, who was preparing to attack the troll, keenly seized this opportunity.
He raised the ax in his hand and struck the troll's foot hard.
This blow directly cut off half of the troll's foot. Such damage caused the guy to fall to the ground.
And Thorin Oakenshield, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly came to the back of the troll, thrust his long sword along the gap in the troll's skull, and penetrated deeply into his head, ending his sinful life.
At this time, the troll that had rolled into the cave before climbed out of the cave again in a daze under Allen's surprised eyes.
And the Noldor sigil arrow that hit him before was still dangling in his head.
Allen couldn't imagine why this guy didn't die. Is it because this guy had an extraordinarily small brain?
Anyway, Allen locked him again.
I saw this troll standing at the entrance of the cave with a pair of particularly big eyes and a twisted face, preparing to step forward to help his companions.
And a Noldor sigil arrow flew towards his eyes like a bolt of lightning in the air, rapidly dilated in his pupils, and then pierced deeply.
After receiving such a fatal blow, the troll wailed in pain and rolled back into the cave again.
At this time, there was only the last troll left on the battlefield. Although he resisted desperately, charging and swiping, he was nothing more than a trapped beast. Soon, humans and dwarves took turns fighting each other.
Hit by the blow, he fell down.
The battle is finally over.
After this, it’s time for happy searching. Although they are extremely eager for wealth, the dwarves are still more cautious.
They pulled the torch from the fire and threw it into the dark cave.
The fire not only illuminated the motionless troll lying on the ground, but also made the gold coins around it shine with golden light. The light reflected on the stone wall of the cave was particularly attractive.
Amidst bursts of cheers, these dwarves rushed into the cave, and with the help of firelight, they happily put gold and silver treasures into boxes.
Allen did not pay attention to the ordinary treasures, but held a torch and searched everywhere in the cave until he found the beast-biting sword, Orcrest.
Gandalf, who followed closely behind, revealed his future soul mate, Gramdrin, the enemy sword.
This two-handed sword started his title of "Middle-earth Berserker".
Thorin, who finally arrived, did not find any other better weapons. In fact, he was not particularly disappointed. Because of the dwarf prince's prejudice against elves, he was not interested in most of the elves' items.
Allen had already pulled out the famous elf sword and admired the inscriptions on it under the light of the fire.
After watching it for a while, he took out his Noldor Rune Sword and compared it.
Allen has actually been thinking about whether he could bring the sigil magic of Pendor to Middle-earth from a very early stage.
However, most of the magic related to the forging of weapons and equipment is related to the Noldor elves. This is the secret of their clan, and Allen cannot pry into it at will.
He plans to wait until he gets the method of making the sigil equipment in the future and then talk to Lady Galadriel or Lord Elrond to share their experiences in this regard.
Let's see if we can combine them to increase the combat effectiveness of our own army, and also help the elves in this world. This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.
After the comparison, Allen threw the beast-biting sword to Thorin Oakenshield. This move surprised the dwarf prince. He didn't understand why Allen did this.
At this time, Allen said: "You can keep it for use. This is a weapon made by the elves in the first era. There are not many left in the world. This sword should be one of the best. I don't know the specific origin. This can wait."
I will go to Rivendell and find Lord Elrond to confirm."
Thorin Oakenshield, who was drawing out the Beastbiting Sword and admiring it, stopped what he was doing after hearing Allen's words.
He looked at Allen expressionlessly and said: "I didn't say that I wanted to go to the valley. I have repeated it too many times. I don't want to get involved with the elves, and they will not help us."
Allen nodded, indicating that he knew this. He didn't need to guess what Thorin would say next. He had heard too much along the way.
At this time, he looked helplessly at Thorin Oakenshield, feeling very depressed in his heart, and his unhappiness was even shown on his face.
Allen said unhappily: "I don't want to hear about those things about dwarves and elves. What I know is far more than you imagine."
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Allen sighed deeply and continued to persuade the dwarf in front of him.
"Thorin, I think you don't need to go this time. You just need to camp somewhere outside Rivendell and wait for me. Lord Elrond once invited me. I think this is an opportunity."
Speaking of this, Thorin Oakenshield was a little unable to keep up with Allen's thinking.
Allen didn't care what the dwarf prince thought, but continued to express his suggestions.
"You have also seen that map. The information on it needs to be deciphered by Lord Elrond, so you must go to Rivendell. If you trust me, you can give me the map and I will find Elrond.
Sir, please translate for you."
When he said this, Gandalf also came to the two of them, leaning on his cane.
Allen's words did not stop, but his tone became worse and worse.
"If you don't trust me, then Gandalf and I need to talk to each other and try to persuade Lord Elrond to come out to see you. In short, the map needs to be handed over to Lord Elrond so that we can obtain all the information.
Or do you have any other ideas? If so, please bring it up right away."
Thorin Oakenshield had already understood what Allen meant at this time, and he actually had no other way.
But the dwarf prince did not speak, but looked at the human in front of him with an increasingly gloomy expression.
Allen looked at Thorin Oakenshield with a helpless expression. He had made some mental preparations for the dwarf's stubbornness, but it was obvious that he was not prepared enough.
He suppressed the irritability in his heart and continued to persuade: "I just hope that you can think more about this expedition. I don't need you to enter the valley. Even if you trust me and Gandalf, you don't need to come forward.
This can be done easily."
Allen's words became more and more urgent.
"Think about it carefully, Thorin. There are countless wolf cavalry outside now searching for us. They have even determined our approximate location. It is only a matter of time before they come after us. They are looking for you, not me.
and Gandalf, nor the dwarves who responded to your call and believed that you could take them back to their homeland."
"Think more about it, grandson of Thror, the future King of the Lonely Mountain. You can't even understand the information on the map, so you head to the Lonely Mountain recklessly. Without that information, the key in your hand is just scrap metal.
If you can't find the door, how can you enter your former home?"
"Tomorrow morning, you can give me the answer. If your choice is no, then I think that this expedition will obviously have no results, so we might as well break up and go back to our homes with the gold and silver treasures here.
And you, Thorin Oakenshield, are not worthy of me giving up thousands of my people and traveling thousands of miles to help you. Think about it carefully, Thorin."
Thorin Oakenshield fell into deep thought during Allen's long speech. Among the dwarves, he is considered a person who is more receptive to advice.
And Allen did not give Thorin Oakenshield a chance to refute.
The human ranger turned around and walked out of the cave at Gandalf's slightly surprised expression, and went to pull out the still-usable Noldor sigil arrows from the troll's corpse.
In fact, when they first embarked on the journey, the relationship between Thorin Oakenshield and Allen was not good or bad, and there was even some competition between the two because of the bet.
It was only during the subsequent journey that Thorin Oakenshield learned that Allen and Dyne were friends during a casual chat.
Taking this as an opportunity, the relationship between the two people gradually developed in a positive direction.
In addition, Allen's ability is indeed very high, and he has contributed a lot to the expedition team, especially the battle just now, which Thorin Oakenshield saw clearly.
This caused the dwarf prince to have better and better senses about Allen.
At this time, Allen's long speech made the dwarf prince angry and also fell into deep thought.
At this time, Gandalf pulled out an elf-like short blade from the ground.