He looked like he was over seventy years old, but under his robe he had a body that was comparable to that of a devil's muscular man. He could run a horse on his arms, and beat a bear to death with a punch on his back. He looked very apologetic.
It's just that no one in the tavern paid attention to him. Instead, they were making fun of the unlucky guy. Some even took away the other person's money bag. Then the unlucky guy was thrown out of the tavern door and fell into the mud mixed with feces.
among.
Gandalf walked into the hotel and walked to the bar tremblingly, asked for Thorin's same dish, and sat down across from him tremblingly.
As he sat down, Gandalf sniffed and smelled a very fragrant smell. When he turned his head, he saw a pile of chicken bones on Chen Mo's table.
This is a dish that Chen Mo just taught the tavern chef. Chicken legs are wrapped in egg liquid and flour, and then fried until golden brown. Chen Mo named this dish Wallace Fried Chicken.
Then Wallace Fried Chicken was written on a wooden board by the tavern owner and hung high on the wall of the tavern. As the founder of this dish, Chen Mo was very optimistic about its development in China.
When Gandalf looked at the plate of golden fried chicken on the table, he instantly felt that his bread and vegetable soup were tasteless. He even saw Chen Mo eating the chicken so fascinated that he almost forgot his own business.
Fortunately, the sound of Thorin clattering rice reminded Gandalf, so he immediately used his sharp tongue and took out a map recording the secret door of the Lonely Mountain to trick Thorin into starting his expedition.
road.
"Pfft!"
When Gandalf's mouth went dry and Thorin gradually wavered, a sneer from the side interrupted the two of them. They all turned their heads and looked at Chen Mo.
"why are you laughing?"
"Sorry, I thought of something happy!"
Chen Mo apologized repeatedly. He had just unconsciously included Solin in the collection of hell jokes, and then he realized that it was not too appropriate, just like Bateman.
Chen Mo apologized sincerely and asked the boss to serve the two of them a piece of Wallace's fried chicken. Looking at the nine chicken drumsticks neatly stacked on the plate, Gandalf unceremoniously took away five of them for himself.
"After all, I'm an old man and I can't eat for a few days. You're right!"
Realizing that both Thorin and the boss who served the food were looking at him, Gandalf put the chicken leg down from his mouth in embarrassment, and then explained eagerly.
The fried chicken legs were so delicious that Gandalf decided to list the fried chicken in the Prancing Pony Tavern as his third favorite food after the tobacco in the Shire and the cider in Rivendell, and planned to come here every three or two months in the future.
, after all, the town of Bree is right on the edge of the Shire. Two hobbies can be satisfied at once!
While Thorin was chewing the chicken, his thoughts went back to the time when he was still a king and grandson. At that time, wealth continuously gathered in the Lonely Mountain, and the dwarves were rich and happy, eating endless barbecue and drinking endless wine, so
The lonely mountain must be recovered!
However, thinking of Smaug's dragon flame, Thorin shuddered in his heart. He was not afraid of death, and he was also a powerful warrior. He had fought against the Orcs many times, but Smaug's dragon flame was different from the Orc's sword.
They still have means to fight against the latter, but the dragon flame can easily destroy the dwarf's castle, burn down the luxurious palace and end the fortress.
"That evil dragon has been silent for more than sixty years. You know what this means!"
Gandalf spat out the bones without a trace of flesh, and his tone couldn't help but become a little more serious.
Hearing this, Thorin suddenly became interested, and then Chen Mo's laughter came from the side.
"Why are you laughing this time?"
"I have a friend who went on vacation with his wife, but his wife eloped with someone else!"
Chen Mo suppressed his laughter and explained.
"This news is indeed quite funny!"
Gandalf could feel that Chen Mo had no ill intentions towards him, so he shouldn't be laughing at him. He had been walking in the human world for many years, so he naturally knew about these nonsense in human family ethics. He also experienced what Chen Mo said.
too much.
So the two continued to chat about the matter of recovering the Lonely Mountain. Gandalf also hoped that Thorin could restore the glory of the Lonely Mountain, but the sidelines burst into laughter again.
"I've tolerated you for a long time!"
"Thorin!"
This time, King Durin finally couldn't bear it any longer. He slammed the table, and then rushed towards Chen Mo, preparing to entertain him with his sandbag-sized fists. When Gandalf saw the opponent's movements, he wanted to stop him, but he didn't.
It was too late, so I could only shout loudly.
Chen Mo did not dodge and allowed the other party to throw him to the ground. Just when Solin was about to raise his fist, he felt something pressing against him.
"What is this? You don't think a fancy piece of iron can stop you from getting beaten, do you?"
"It's also possible that Durin will have one less king, what do you think?"
Chen Mo unceremoniously removed the hammer without giving in at all.
At this time, Gandalf quickly stood up and lifted Thorin up, who was only 1.5 meters tall but definitely weighed 200.
"Do you understand what you are doing, Thorin Oakenshield!"
A glimmer of light flashed in Gandalf's eyes. He had just seen Chen Mo's empty hand, but a strange weapon appeared in an instant. However, he himself did not detect any aura of magic power. This can only mean that the other party
Extraordinary origin!
"And you, I don't know what to call this gentleman!"
Chen Mo wanted to say that my name is Eric Lensheer, but he was the only one who understood the joke, so he still gave his name.
"Serent!"
"Well, I've heard of this name, a top hunter!"
Gandalf's brain, which was often a little hazy because he smoked too much, suddenly woke up and found relevant information deep in his memory. However, he remembered that Chen Mo was not active in Middle-earth.
"Then I wonder if Serente has any objections to my opinion? I know you have opinions, and you can't hide this from the wizard!"
Gandalf sat down again, lit his pipe, and spoke slowly.
"Okay, I just want to ask one thing, have you ever thought about what will happen after Smaug wakes up from his long sleep because of the actions of the dwarves?"
Chen Mo stopped pretending, he was just here to trouble Thorin Oakenshield!
"Did you know that there are thousands of ordinary farmers and fishermen living in Long Lake Town under the Lonely Mountain? Have you ever thought that Smaug destroyed this town with just a few breaths of dragon's breath? Are you sure Orc will not chase him on the way?
Kill these dwarves?"
Chen Mo's three consecutive qualities immediately made Gandalf speechless. He didn't know what to say, so he could only puff his lips and smoke a stuffy cigarette, but that wasn't the end yet.
"Did you know that secondhand smoke can give you cancer?"
