Chapter 423: The Assassin That The Dwarves Can't Understand
Looking at the blade that was only a few centimeters away from him, Thorin knew that he was too far behind and still underestimated this assassin.
Thorin has always had a faint feeling that someone is following him behind him. Just like in the past, most of these guys are tempted by the dark power to offer bounties to find him. As for who is Asog's son Bo?
He must have done it. As for why, it was naturally for revenge.
After 100 years of survival, Thorin is not uncommon for assassinations. Even when he is already in a passive state, relying on his muscle memory, he can make evasive actions in a short period of time that are unimaginable for ordinary people.
Thorin's body tilted and turned, and he raised one foot to kick the assassin's wrist that was holding the dagger.
The assassin was no simple character either. He flipped his wrist slightly to avoid Thorin's raised foot, thrust his body past Thorin, and aimed the dagger at Thorin's throat with a forward somersault.
"Strangulation"
The dagger slashed towards him, and Thorin held up his wrist to block it. The wrist guard forged from black iron resisted the assassin's fatal blow to his neck.
The assassin frowned slightly after hearing the sound of metal colliding. Knowing that his attack failed, the assassin was not discouraged.
He landed on the ground with a backflip, kicked the ground with both feet, and then used the strength of his legs to launch a second stab at Thorin with his arms crossed.
Thorin's body spun, and the broad black iron sword carried on his back was stabbed. Thorin spun around and kicked the assassin in the abdomen.
The assassin bent his knees to resist Thorin's kick, and then the force of the kick moved the assassin away from Thorin.
Thorin turned around, pulled out the black iron sword from his back, pointed the tip of the sword at the assassin in black and said angrily: "It's a good stretch, but it's a pity that you met me Thorin - Oak Shield"
The assassin threw a dagger at Thorin with his right hand, but Thorin easily deflected it with his black iron sword.
The assassin clenched his left hand and threw it towards the ground. Gray-white smoke suddenly rose up and enveloped the assassin's movement. Thorin was on guard, waiting for the smoke to dissipate and the assassin to disappear.
The assassination was anticlimactic, and Thorin couldn't help but frown. He suddenly smelled a smell of blood, and his curiosity drove Thorin to take a few steps away in the direction of the assassin's assassination.
In the grass, a human with a mask on his face and a crossbow in his hand fell to the ground. Sauron looked at the mark of the dark force on the other person's arm and couldn't help but frown again.
The person who died was obviously an assassin who surrendered to darkness. He felt that someone was following him and it must be him, so he was the one who killed him
Who is it again?
Through careful inspection, Thorin found that the other party's fatal injury was on his neck, his throat was cut open by a small sharp blade, and he died silently.
Looking back on the assassin who attacked me just now, it seems that I didn't feel the murderous intention from him. Could it be that the attack just now was just to test myself?
Impossible!
Could it be that the so-called wizard is actually a trick played by Gandalf who plays magic?
It's not impossible, after all, he is somewhat disliked by the dwarves.
It was just a guess, and Thorin wasn't sure that it was Gandalf who arranged it. He looked around himself and left quietly after confirming that there was no danger.
After Thorin left, a short while later the assassin in black came to the dead assassin, took out a small bottle from his pocket, and dropped a drop of golden liquid on the dead assassin's body.
When the golden liquid comes into contact with the corpse, the corpse disappears at a speed that can be easily seen.
After the body disappeared, the assassin in black gathered the weapons of the assassin on the ground and disappeared into the lush green grass of the Shire.
As night fell again, Gandalf came to the village tavern, casually ordered some beer and food, and sat in the corner watching Bilbo Baggins eating and drinking.
The hobbits around Gandalf were holding beer glasses and drinking heavily. Some hobbits who drank too much were singing and dancing together. The whole tavern was filled with a joyful atmosphere, as if all the darkness in the world could not affect them. "Dry tofu, what's there to see about stupid two-legged beasts"
Garfield jumped to the opposite side of Gandalf who was observing Bilbo and used the thoughts of an orthodox cat to talk to Gandalf, with the purpose of dispelling his concerns about himself and allowing Gandalf to take him to participate in this expedition. p>
"My name is Gandalf, not dry tofu, and why do you call the hobbit a stupid two-legged beast"
"Aren't they two-legged? They don't even know that the dark power is coming from outside. They just know that eating is not stupid." Garfield took out a gold coin and pressed it in front of Gandalf: "Order me a sumptuous meal, and leave the rest."
What comes next is yours”
Gandalf looked at the gold coin that Garfield pushed over with his claws. He observed it curiously and felt that there was some dark aura on it. He immediately asked Garfield: "Where did you get this gold coin?"
"Where did it come from? It's naturally the result of my labor. If you want to know, order me a meal first."
Garfield's clothes were certified. No matter how many questions Gandalf asked, he refused to admit his helplessness. He could only follow Garfield's request and order a sumptuous meal.
After Gandalf had done what he was told to do, Garfield nodded with satisfaction: "This is how it should be. If you want to know the information, fair trade is required. Now I will tell you where they come from." Garfield pointed his paw in the direction where Thorin was assassinated: "Just now, a stinky dwarf with black hair was assassinated."
black hair
Dwarf
"Thorin!" Gandalf asked Garfield eagerly: "How is he? Is he injured?"
"Dead"
"Ah!"
"A whole bunch of assassins died"
"That's good"
"There is still one litter alive"
"What!"
"That nest of assassins helped the black-haired dwarf kill another nest. By the way, I want to tell you that the dead nest with the mark of dark power is a fallen human being."
Phew, Gandalf was so frightened by Garfield’s intermittent news that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.☆
Staring at Garfield's cat face, Gandalf looked at Garfield with some resentment: "Can you explain things clearly in one breath in the future? This will scare people to death."
"You're not a human being, how could you scare people to death?" He watched the tavern owner bring the first piece of food, the roasted pig, and smelled the aroma of roasting. Garfield took a bite: "Well, I feel that these hobbits are not useless." Gandalf: "Why do you say that"
Pointing to the roast in front of him: "At least they are very talented in food. I have decided to recruit a hobbit as a chef."
Facing the impromptu Garfield, Gandalf showed a dumbfounded expression on his face: "Just do as you like."
An orange cat that is very good at eating and drinking will naturally attract the attention of the hobbits. They raise their glasses to Garfield and indicate that they can drink together. These guys don't care about why a cat can drink so well.
Garfield was not polite and quickly became involved with the hobbits. After happily drinking for half the night, Garfield officially established diplomatic relations with them.
On the fourth night, when the agreed time came, Garfield pestered Gandalf and went to Bilbo's house together.
