Chapter 1049: 1031 Dwarf Squad

Chapter 1049 1031. Dwarf Team

That's an arrow.

Lan En’s eyes accurately caught what was shooting towards the Qilin’s visor.

But unlike ordinary arrows, the arrowheads of this arrow have sharp edges and are made with exquisite craftsmanship. And the force of the shot was obviously not a crossbow, but it was stronger than an ordinary crossbow?

The archer and the archery bow look unusual.

But it’s not really a problem.

"Meow!"

The flannel ball sitting in Lan En's arms suddenly jumped from Qilin's back, along its long neck, to its head!

One of the kitten's paws is holding the Qilin's pale horn, and the other paw is holding the Thunder Cat Sword.

With a crisp 'ding' sound, the arrow shot towards Qilin was chopped away.

Then Qilin shook his head upwards again, grabbing the velvet ball holding Cangjiao's body and being thrown onto his back again.

They usually play well together, so they work well together.

This series of actions is like flowing clouds and flowing water.

But this smooth and unusually light movement made the group in front of him even more surprised.

“Elves! They have pointed ears!”

“Shit! Have you ever seen such a small elf?”

They are all men, and their voices are rough and bold. Although it was just a flash of light just now, someone still got the general idea.

When the flannel ball fell back on the saddle, Qilin also carried Lan En and appeared completely in front of the group of people.

Everyone was silent.

They raised their heads in surprise, or took a few steps back unconsciously with some awe, and then raised their heads again.

Lan En, who was sitting on Qilin's back, was a little too tall for these people.

This is a group of dwarves, among whom there is also an old man in gray robe who is about 1.9 meters tall including the pointed hat.

Fourteen short figures.

Although he is short, he is stocky and powerful.

They look different, even strange. But as usual, the dwarves all have colorful and lush beards.

Moreover, these people seemed to have just experienced a hard battle. They were in a messy and tired shape, and they also had a foul smell.

No, not all dwarves. There's also a halfling.

It was a man wearing a red suit jacket, and his height was not out of place among a group of dwarves.

But he is neither strong nor stocky. He wears no boots, his big feet are covered with thick calluses, and his insteps are covered with thick hair.

Lan En felt a sense of dislocation and shock.

In the Magical Middle Ages, his assets were first misinvested because of his dwarf friends, and then he went to a trustworthy shapeshifter to manage the funds. The shapeshifter most commonly used was a halfling.

And now, on the other side of the intersection of the celestial sphere, he has interacted with dwarves and halflings.

However, compared with those philistine and shrewd halflings in the magical Middle Ages, why does the person in front of me feel a little cute in temperament?

Qilin did not feel hostile or irritated by the arrow shot at its face just now.

To be honest, even if the arrow just hit it, considering the physical quality of the ancient dragon in the New World, it might only be enough to break the skin.

Moreover, as long as it turned its head slightly just now, the visor attached to the magic harness could directly deflect the arrows.

So that arrow did not make Qilin feel threatened at all.

The halfling standing next to his legs let out a long hidden sigh of relief. He didn't seem too courageous.

The wizard in gray robes took a step forward and stood between Thorin and Lan, who were still wary-eyed. It seemed that he acted as the external negotiator for the entire team.

“I am Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey. Have you asked me yet?”

There is a familiar smile on his old face. He must have seen a lot of things and gained a lot of life experience before he can naturally put on this smile that seems like "everything can be solved".

But Lann waved his hand.

“Please wait, the person who is looking for you has arrived.”

"What?"

Gandalf was puzzled. At the same time, where Lan En had just rushed out, the bushes and branches made a disturbing sound again.

The dwarves thought it was Lan En's reinforcements, so they quickly set up their formation again.

It wasn't until the leading seven or eight big rabbits jumped out of the woods that Gandalf suddenly understood and pressed his hand down to signal the dwarves to relax.

“Brown-robed Radagast!”

Gandalf opened his arms, and his gray robes spread like a sheet.

He walked up to the sloppy wizard who had just parked the rabbit sleigh and asked in confusion: "Why are you here?"

“Big, big thing!” Radagast said breathlessly. It was not easy to drive the rabbit sled so far. "Something really happened!"

Gandalf's expression slowly changed, from a look of slight joy at meeting an old friend, to an expression of "Although I had expected the bad situation, I didn't expect it to be so bad and so fast."

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Radagast was pulled by Gandalf to a distant place in the grove for a private conversation.

Wizards always have many secrets, and the dwarves are not surprised and don't want to get involved.

But Lan En was curious about this small group.

"What are you going to do with Gandalf the Gray? I see that you are so tired, you have already traveled a long way, right?"

 Lan En crossed his arms and spoke to Thorin with interest.

Dwarves like them can tell at a glance that they have lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

Walking long distances is very tiring. Not only horses will lose weight in the process, but people will also.

"It's none of your business."

Thorin Oakenshield seemed to be in a state of indifference.

The dwarf next to him, who looked like a miniature Santa Claus, with gray hair and a gray beard, was trying to reconcile it with a smile on his face.

He patted Thorin's arm with a small movement, telling him to step aside and stop saying nasty things.

“Oh, my name is Balin. Hello, Master Lann.”

Bahrain said with a kind face.

Calling ‘Master’ seems to be a more polite way of saying it in this world, while the meaning of superiority and inferiority is weaker.

At least Lan heard the other dwarves calling the halfling in their group 'Lord Baggins'.

“We are dwarves who plan to visit relatives in the Iron Hills near Lonely Mountain, but after all, the wilderness is full of dangers, so several families have joined together to form a team that can fight and go there together.”

“Just visiting relatives?”

“Of course it’s a visit to relatives!”

Lan En had a subtle expression of seeing things through but not telling them.

“So, the old man is also ‘able to fight’?”

“Me?” Balin’s big rosaceous nose shrugged and he smiled cheerfully. "I'm not that good at fighting, but it wouldn't be a pity if I died at my age, right? Why don't you just follow me!"