The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 703 The Snitch's Plan

"Bilbo."

Zelin returned to his room. He didn't know how long he had rested, but he was really not sleepy. The demon hunter whispered the Hobbit's name, hoping that he was still here.

Like a conjure, Bilbo appeared in the room suddenly as if he had come out from under the blanket, standing beside the blanket, arranging his hair.

"Great, you are still there."

"Did you decide to help us?" The Hobbit was beaming.

"It's true in a sense." Helping this group of dwarves does not seem to be a big problem. In this world, the contradiction between elves and dwarves seems to be because in the past, they had conflicts before, so that hatred has spread to this day. They encountered a lot of trouble on the road and also helped a lot. These are just a group of dwarves who want to go home, because they are imprisoned by the elves because they are unlucky, they are not murderous wanted criminals.

"Great." Bilbo smiled. "What the elf said to you, if you decide, we must act quickly."

"The elves are organizing a banquet. It's a pity that the wine the mayor sent is of poor quality. The manager is very angry, but it has nothing to do with me." Zelin crossed his chest with one hand and touched his chin with the other hand. "But If you want to borrow a horse-drawn carriage, you may be disappointed. The director decides to move those inferior wines to the horse-drawn carriage intact and transport them back to Long Lake Town, which is regarded as a warning and protest to the mayor."

If all the barrels are loaded, the carriage will be checked by the elves before leaving. According to what Bilbo said before, including himself, there are a total of thirteen dwarves and one hobbit. No matter how small the fourteen are, it is impossible to hide all of them in the carriage, let alone put wooden barrels on them. No matter what plans Bilbo has, this is a variable.

Who knows, hearing this news, Bilbo was not only not disappointed or anxious, but happier.

"Yes, yes, that's it." The hobbit made a fist with his right hand and smashed his left palm.

Baggins told Zelin about his plan before the demon hunter arrived. He originally wanted these dwarf companions to hide in the empty wooden barrels, and send the dwarves out when the elves let the empty wooden barrels roll into the dense forest river. He had heard that General Garrian was preparing to entertain one of his friends, who was in the warehouse. When the two are drunk, it is a good opportunity for the Hobbit to act.

It must have been the inferior wine sent by Zelin that caused the manager to take a sip and found something wrong, so that Gary Ann paused the gathering with his friends and began to recheck the goods sent from Long Lake Town. This frustrated Bilbo's good plan, so he had to come to Zelin, hoping to change the way.

"Why are you rushing for a while?" Zelin asked suddenly, "Garian won't check in the warehouse every night. You can wait until the day after tomorrow and you can always find opportunities." The Hobbit's plan is very reliable, but if Zelin If it is him, he will choose to wait to find a better implementation opportunity.

"Because we are running out of time." Bilbo shook his head. "According to the prophecy, we must reach the Lonely Mountain before Turin. The afterglow of the Torino day will reflect the road to the Lonely Mountain. If you miss it, this expedition The action to regain the homeland will fail completely."

Prophecy is another prophecy.

There are always many legends and predictions in this world, and Zelin only hopes that this is not true. If these prophecies are real things, then this only means one thing-there are some very powerful people in this world, or true gods. Only the existence of these people will have real predictions, just like in Zelin's own world, no one has ever doubted the correctness of Hoarfrost's predictions, even if the predictions have not come true in the world.

Because no one will doubt the prophecies that can be supported by gods, and these gods do sometimes appear in front of mortals.

"You don't need to tell me the original words of the prophecy, just say, how many days are there before Turin?"

"Four days, on the fourth night, we must arrive at the Lonely Mountain." Bilbo's words are very sincere. Perhaps the Hobbits use such characteristics. As long as they are not evil in their hearts, it is difficult for them to be malicious.

"Well, it's quite nervous." Even if they arrived in Long Lake Town, it would take two days to reach the Lonely Mountain through the Smaug Wasteland. Zelin walked to the other side, sat on the stake chair, and Billbo asked, "But your friends are in prison, how can you save them all? I don't think the Elf King will listen to your intercession. ."

"This is not a problem." Bilbo gave a thumbs up. "Leave it to me to solve it."

"Then tell me, what should I do?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. Since the hobbit will be invisible, it is not difficult to steal the key during the banquet.

"Very simple." Bilbo leaned over, and Zelin lowered his head, listening carefully to the Hobbit's plan. Finally, the demon hunter nodded.

"No problem, besides, I am very interested in the treasures you mentioned."

If this allows him to earn a good pay, Zelin is happy to do so. He needs a lot of money to support the plan in his own world. In fact, think about it, if he spends a month or two like a vacation in this world, it means he wasted a month or two of action time. This world looks very stable and harmonious, but he still needs to find something to do, and find anything of value in another world, whether it is props, weapons, magic or gold, it is an enhancement to the power of the Demon Hunter's Castle.

"If there are no other questions, we will see you at the door tomorrow morning." Zelin Bilbo said.

"Okay, I'll just wait." Bilbo walked two steps to the door. He seemed to deliberately hide the secret of his invisibility. He disappeared when he walked around the corner, as if suddenly hiding in the shadow of the corner. Inside. This doesn't seem to be a good phenomenon. There are very few magic users in this world. He saw one, but he didn't like to expose his abilities. But things like prophecies do exist.

Putting it all together, Zelin still couldn't draw any valuable information or conclusions.

Walking back to the blanket, he shook his head, threw away those messy things, knelt on the blanket, closed his eyes and went into meditation, waiting for the time agreed with Bilbo. There is no sunshine here, and he can't judge the time. However, according to what he heard from the elf, it was not far from the complete rise of the sun.

Chapter 704 Dwarf Expedition

"Why are you carrying such a heavy object, Gary Ann, are you confused? You treat the full wooden barrel as an empty barrel."

The banquet made the spirits of these elves seem very high. Only the alcohol from the big winery can make these elves feel excited. Their requirements for alcoholic drinks are much higher than that of humans and dwarves. Only a few guards did not attend the banquet. They had to guard the roads and gates to prevent enemies from attacking when the elves feasted.

Zelin was leaning against the passage directly connected to the gate, and at the corner of the bridge above was the captain of the guard near the prison. The demon hunter noticed that at a certain time, a ring of keys hanging behind the captain's waist disappeared. It must be Bilbo. Zelin really couldn't think of how many people could guard against this stealthy snitch. His body is very small, and he can go into many places, not to mention his light footsteps. If it is in a noisy place, Zelin can hardly hear his footsteps.

After a while, Zelin found that the ring of keys had returned to the back of the guard captain's waist. He shook his head, turned and walked towards the door. You can hear the elves laughing everywhere, and the elves sing some beautiful ballads. Although Zelin can't understand what they are singing, the rhythm can always make people stop and listen. This is a race that understands art, no doubt.

"It's these barrels."

After finishing the work, General Garrian also drank a lot of fine wine, but the elves weren't too confused to forget what to do.

"These are inferior wines. Let the humans bring them back. That's it. Hurry up and make room. We have to deliver the rest of the fine wine to the king's table."

"Okay, okay." These elves rolled the barrels and said to the steward. "Look at you spilling the wine. Are you sure you are not mistaken? If you give the wine for the king to human enjoyment, it will be you anyway. Responsible."

These elves kindly moved all the barrels back to the carriage driven by the demon hunter. If Zelin were alone, he didn't know how much work would be required. Zelin pretended to have a great interest in the architecture of the elves. At the gate of the city, he raised his head and looked at the nearby costume sculptures and the firefighters hanging nearby. In fact, he has a lot of interest in them. These works of art, if possible, he really wants to take some souvenirs home.

Bilbo does not know when he will appear again.

He didn't show it, Zelin just heard the hobbit's voice.

"You sent the key back again, and you are very likely to be caught when you send it back."

"They won't find me, this can save the captain of the guard a little trouble." Bilbo's figure is still invisible, but Zelin can judge the general position of the hobbit by his voice. "Others are not bad, and the prisoners are not bad. When they find out, they will be surprised. They will think that we have the help of magic to pass through without opening the iron door and disappear without a trace. Oh, they are here, see you in the carriage ."

Zelin did not speak, nor nodded, but looked at the city gate, the elves had already prepared the goods. More than a dozen wooden barrels were neatly placed in the carriage, and a few tired elves on the side were panting.

"Thank you, general manager." Zelin walked across the stone bridge and walked to the stump to untie the reins. "I will definitely bring what you want to tell the mayor."

"I hope so." Chief Garrian put his hands behind his back, waiting for Zelin to get on the carriage, pulling the reins, and when he was about to drive the two horses off, he waved his hand to indicate that the matter here has been resolved, and the remaining elves. You can go back to the city and go back to the banquet again.

Zelin was sitting on the left side of the front seat of the carriage. He waved the reins, and the two horses began to pull the carriage along the forest path into the dark and dense forest, gradually leaving behind the sunny streams and bushes near the woodland kingdom. But before he walked far, Zelin heard the voice of the guard captain Tao Ruier coming from the elf gate that was slowly closing.

"The dwarves escaped, open the door! We are going out to search, they must not be able to escape far!"

Hearing this, Zelin swung the reins abruptly, and the two horses began to trot. After a while, they completely concealed in the darkness under the canopy of the dense forest.

"Can we be faster?" Bilbo's figure reappeared and asked the demon hunter, "They will catch up soon."

"If you don't mind letting the carriage overturn in the dense forest and walk back to Long Lake Town on your own two legs, I would not mind letting the horses run faster." The trails in the dense forest are full of vines and rocks and spreading out. The roots of the tree may trip the horse accidentally. "Did you rescue all your companions?"

"Of course." The Hobbit turned his head and looked at the carriage behind, and saw that a group of dwarves emerged from the barrels. They looked different, some resembling the dwarves in the impression of a demon hunter, with messy hair and a handful of dwarves. Big beards, but some are almost the same as humans. There are still some places and drinks stuck to them. It can be seen that Bilbo unpacked the barrel, let his dwarf companion hide it, and put some straw in it so that the dwarves would not feel too uncomfortable.

Each of these dwarves were dizzy and spinning. They were rolled by the elves along the underground warehouse all the way to the gate of the city, and some of them seemed to have been touched, with bruises on their faces. As soon as these dwarves came out, they immediately began to grumble and complain, the pungent smell of alcohol and the suffocating wooden barrels made them breathless.

Among them was only one dwarf, his mouth sullenly, silent, just looking at the demon hunter driving in front of him. There was also a dwarf with a white beard. He got out of the barrel, squeezed past his companion, walked to the front and put his hands on the fence of the carriage, and said to the demon hunter.

"We are very grateful to you, human, thank you for saving us." This dwarf is very old, although he is in good health, but the kindness that old people can have appeared in his voice "I am Bahrain, this is Thorin , Grandson of Thor, son of Thorne."

Bahrain introduced to the demon hunter, the serious-faced dwarf nodded to Zelin without saying much.

Thorin, Bahrain, Beaver, Beauver, Bomber, Dori, Norie, Dewarin, Philip, Kellett, Groin, Oin, Ori. These dwarf names ran out of Zelin's ears, but Zelin estimated that it would be impossible to remember everyone's name so quickly.

"You know the way. Take us to the other side of the big lake. We are going to the Lonely Mountain." As the leader, Thorin said to Zelin, "We need food, supplies, and equipment."