Compared with his uncle the king, the heirs of the royal bloodline of Durin are quite good. They don't have Thorin's arrogance hidden deep in their hearts, nor do they have the hard-heartedness of the other side, so they are a little bit concerned about the challenge Thorin mentioned.
He was uneasy, but no one could defy King Durin's will.
After a dinner, when Gandalf announced the expedition, Kili stood up with a hint of apology. He wanted to compete with Chen Mo to see if a mere human on the other side was qualified to join the expedition.
"No problem, but I think shooting targets is a bit old-fashioned. Let's have something exciting?"
Chen Mo looked at Solin and pointed out something.
"Selente, for my sake!"
The wrinkles on Gandalf's wrinkled face became deeper. He didn't know where Chen Mo's hostility towards Thorin came from, but the other party obviously knew Thorin very well.
"Don't worry, it will be soon!"
Chen Mo didn't bully the opponent. The dwarves' short bows had a lower range than the elves, which meant they had an advantage in shooting speed. He took out his pistol and pointed at a few sparrows resting on the treetops a hundred meters away.
"Just those few, let's see who can beat them faster!"
"good!"
Kili nodded, and then prepared to walk into the bow and arrow range, but before he could take a step forward, after four crisp clatters, the sparrow family disappeared.
Chen Mo put away his pistol and turned around, then yawned.
“Fancy!”
After that, he went back to his room to sleep, but the dwarves were looking at each other. Balin looked at Thorin worriedly, and the latter's face was uncertain for a while, but he finally nodded to him.
"Our top priority is to take back our home!"
Chen Mo's hostility towards Thorin is not because of the other person's identity or appearance, nor is it racial discrimination, because whether it is Tolkien's Middle-earth or Thorin in The Hobbit, the other person is quite selfish and untrustworthy.
Of course, since he participates in this trip, he will definitely cure the other party's bad habits!
The next morning, after signing the employment contract, the Lonely Mountain Expedition officially embarked on their journey. They left the hilly plains and entered the magnificent but dangerous Middle-earth continent.
Bilbo, who embarked on a journey for the first time, was very curious about the world outside the Shire and asked endless questions while sitting on his horse. Gandalf was also happy to answer each other's questions until the team traveled to the forest area on the border of the Shire.
The terrain here suddenly became dangerous. There were no endless hills and plains, only undulating valleys and cliffs.
"Bilbo, you are a Hobbit legend!"
Chen Mo unceremoniously stole Gandalf's words.
"The Shire where you were born has low hills and gurgling streams, but now your hometown is behind you, the world is in front, and the future is in your hands!"
After hearing the encouragement, Bilbo felt a heavy sense of mission momentarily pressing on his shoulders. He puffed up his face and nodded seriously.
Gandalf on the side frowned. The words were just swirling in his stomach, but why did Chen Mo say them out?
"Gandalf, look at what I'm doing. Doesn't what I say make sense?"
"It makes sense, exactly what I thought!"
"That means this is the real truth!"
Chen Mo said without blushing or heart beating.
"Indeed, but I always feel like something is wrong!"
Gandalf thought for a long time, but couldn't find the problem. He could only take out his pipe and start blowing out smoke. The other dwarves followed the same example as the hobbits, and each of them had a pipe in his hand, so Chen Mo could only
Be at the front.
The dwarves also discovered the differences in this human being that seemed to have shortcomings, and laughed happily.
"Look, Mr. Serent doesn't like smoking!"
"No, I only smoke when fighting!"
Chen Mo shook his head, then took out his short-barreled shotgun and hung it on the back of the horse, and took out another semi-automatic shotgun and hung it with it.
As for the 3030 rifle that has completed all the Holy Light enchantments, which is the Holy Light Judgment, Chen Mo has no plans to take it out at the moment. This is his trump card, and he must take it out at the most suitable time. The current situation in Middle-earth, the pistol
And the shotgun is more than enough.
Chen Mo took out another row of dragon's breath bombs. The power of this kind of ammunition in real life is not as powerful as in the game, but the large-scale flames sprayed out when fired are very powerful for the inexperienced bandits or Oaks.
It has a huge deterrent effect. As for those rough-skinned guys, Chen Mo also brought a lot of single-point bullets. If that doesn't work, it's time to use the 4570 point ammunition in the ammunition box that can complete rune engraving.
After being infused with the Holy Light, these ammunitions are just like high-explosive armor-piercing ammunition, so powerful that they can even deal with light armored vehicles.
When Chen Mo was packing up his things and getting ready to start work at any time, Balin, the oldest dwarf, rode beside him silently on a pony. After a few polite words, the old man expressed that he was very curious about Chen Mo's weapons.
"You can't make it. High-standard streamlined production coupled with fine processing and high magic blessing. Maybe it can be done by God Aulius, because your civilization has not yet developed to that level. My personal suggestion is that you can find a way to make goats
Make some improvements to the crossbow on the chariot!”
Chen Mo knew what Balin was thinking. Although Middle-earth has gods and wizards, it has not yet reached the point of industrialization. The weapons of the dwarves are more than enough to fight against their current enemies, but there is still a lot of room for improvement.
Just like those chariots pulled by goats, the crossbows equipped on them have been fully automatic fired by hand. The dwarves can try to make them larger and use them as siege engines, or they can make them smaller and use them as weapons for the Iron-footed Army.
use.
A bitter smile appeared on Balin's face. The dwarf craftsmen have also thought about what Chen Mo said, but it requires a lot of money and material resources. Building a siege machine is not like the empire era, where a bunch of soldiers can be built in circles.
, if the Gushan Kingdom is still there, then none of this will be a problem, but now, the lives of the dwarves in the Blue Mountains have just begun to get on the right track. If they want to achieve results, they will have to wait for many years. Maybe with Bahrain's age
, will never be seen again!
In short, in one sentence, without the Lonely Mountain, the revival plans of the Durin dwarves would have been impossible to implement!
"Don't worry, you will return to your hometown, the forge of your ancestors will ignite the flames again, and you will take back your home and your heritage!"
Chen Mo said very firmly, of course, he also added something in his heart.