Although he still slept outdoors, Chen Mo's sleep quality was still as high as usual. Even when he got up, there was no smooth and slim waist for him to hug, and no plump bear for him to lean on. There was only one who didn't cherish coffee beans at all.
The old man with a white beard was tinkering with a machine that he couldn't even tinker with.
Seeing the precious coffee beans that his senior packed for him spilled all over the floor, Chen Mo sighed helplessly.
"Let me do it!"
A pot of fragrant coffee dissipated the morning chill. Because he had to hurry, Chen Mo didn't make breakfast. Instead, he took out the can and threw it into the still-steaming fire to let the residual heat heat up.
After the items were packed up and the cans were almost heated, the two of them rode on horseback and ate the hot rice pudding.
Although Middle-earth is full of dangers, arriving in the Shire made Chen Mo feel like he had arrived in his own world. Under the undulating hills were hobbit tree holes, and between the hills were dense farmland.
The Shire has fertile soil and fertile soil, and a pleasant climate. The Dundain people who fought guerrillas in the north stopped the Orcs who were harassing the south, saving the Shire from the threat of war. The combination of these many factors created a peaceful paradise.
Naturally, Gandalf did not come to the Shire to buy tobacco. This was his second target. The first target was an unlucky kid living in Hobbiton, his name was Bilbo Baggins. The two met when Bilbo was a child.
When going to the market, the young Bilbo picked up a wooden sword and chopped down the tall wizard. From then on, Gandalf wrote the other person down in his notebook.
Bilbo dared to fight the wizard, which showed that the wizard had an adventurous spirit. Being adventurous meant daring to play hide-and-seek with the dragon. So many years later, Gandalf directly wrote the wizard into his big plan, so don't say that the wizard is open-minded.
Oh, Gandalf is making a list of people to retaliate. Bilbo just cut his opponent with a sword when he was a child, and he was tortured for most of his life. People like Saruman, who often oppressed Gandalf in his identity of white robes, how miserable everyone will be later.
I also know that Maiya, how can it be that they are harmless to humans and animals? What are the dark hands of these guys!
After walking through the woods of the Shire for less than half a day, a small town appeared in front of the two of them. Smoke drifted out from the chimneys. Exquisite huts were built under the hills, as well as exquisite gardens.
You can even see a few hobbits smoking pipes in the garden.
“This place is great for retirement!”
"Yes! But this fragile peace can easily be destroyed!"
Gandalf shook his head, greeting the hobbits who knew him, and answered Chen Mo.
"These hobbits don't know how to fight, the Orcs will slaughter them easily!"
"Is Oak so powerful?"
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes. Generally speaking, Oaks, that is, Orcs, are very good. Ordinary humans can deal with five or six people. Just like in a few decades, Faramir of Gondor will fight with hundreds of people.
The Orcs can be blocked by the river. If the Nazgul had not joined the battle, it would have been a problem whether the Orc army could have crossed the river.
"One Oak is useless, a thousand Oaks are not afraid, but ten thousand Oaks, that's a problem!"
"Gandalf, how many can you fight?"
"Actually, I don't know about this. I think it will last for several days!"
Gandalf seemed embarrassed, but in fact he was still boasting that Maia was extremely powerful. Although coming to Middle-earth and moving around in human skin could not reveal too much power, with physical strength alone, the whole of Middle-earth might not be able to
Can anyone compete with Gandalf!
When the two came to Baggins' house, the other party was making lunch. Faced with the visit of two guys who were half taller than him, Bilbo was obviously at a loss, but the hobbit's natural hospitality made him open up immediately.
Welcome at the door.
Chen Mo sat in the tree bag hole and looked around, nodding with satisfaction. It was clean and tidy, and had the warmth of home. Bilbo had packed up all the old things very well, and you couldn't even see the traces left by the years.
With Chen Mo around, Gandalf did not regard him as the Riddler. Instead, he told Bilbo directly why he was here. Faced with such an unexpected job, Bilbo was naturally frightened. He ran out of the house without eating lunch, preparing to find someone.
The place is calm and calm.
Gandalf did not persuade the other party anymore. He wanted to leave and inform the dwarves, but Chen Mo stayed. His mission was to ensure that nothing serious happened to Master Baggins, so he naturally had to keep an eye on the other party now.
In the afternoon, Bilbo opened the door of his house carefully. After confirming that Gandalf was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he saw Chen Mo, who was half-kneeling on the ground meditating in his kitchen.
The pure holy light shone on his body, and he could even hear the little angels singing if he felt carefully. Bilbo looked at the beam of light and wanted to put his hand in several times to test, but he shrank back because he was worried about disturbing Chen Mo. After a while, Chen Mo suddenly spoke
.
"You can try it, it's harmless!"
"Well, forget it, I'm just curious, are you also a wizard?"
"Strictly speaking, no!"
Chen Mo stood up. The effect of the meditation just now was very good. He could now draw the holy light out of his body bit by bit, which could be used to heal injuries or dispel fear. Moreover, Chen Mo also discovered that his energy level was actually related to the holy light.
However, Chen Mo is not worried that he has no mana. He has a sense of crisis. When his health drops to 90%, he starts to crazily take medicine to replenish his blood, let alone lose mana. Whenever he starts fighting, the supplements in Chen Mo's mouth will
Never stopped.
"I'm a shooter, but I use the Holy Light!"
Chen Mo put his hand on Bilbo's shoulder, and as a ray of light flashed, a small wound on Bilbo's hand that had been damaged by cooking healed quickly.
"This is really amazing!"
Bilbo had only seen fireworks set off by wizards before, and when he came into contact with the Holy Light for the first time, he was immediately excited. If he wanted to refuse the adventure, he couldn't help but shrink back.
"Well, it's time for afternoon tea. Do you want some?" Bilbo looked at the time and then invited Chen Mo.
"Sounds good, add more honey! And some sugar!"
Chen Mo nodded, then took out the egg tarts and fried chicken he had stored, ready to share them with Bilbo.
"By the way, Mr. Serent, where is Gandalf?"
"He, he went to notify your dwarf employer. It is estimated that in two days, a dozen bearded men with waists thicker than wine barrels will come to your house and wipe out your collection. Gandalf is just happy
Look at it with laughter!"
After listening to Chen Mo's words, Bilbo's action of making tea suddenly stopped. Is it still too late for him to move?