Chapter 1196
Third Age 3001, autumn.
The dark green faded, and the golden yellow gradually climbed up the quiet and peaceful Shire.
The sun was shining in the western sky, Sam was cultivating soil for the newly planted myrtle, and when he straightened up, he saw Pippin and Merry, two children, hurriedly running past the fence, excited while running. Yelling "elf singer" or something like that.
"Where's the elf singer?" Sam couldn't help asking.
Charle's life is really monotonous. He has lived for more than 30 years, and he has never even seen a human singer, even more how elf singer.
Pippin slowed down, but still dragged Merry to run forward, and said quickly as he ran: "There are two Bards coming to the Green Dragon Tavern. Although their costumes are very strange, they are really cute. Learned, can sing any kind of song, tell any kind of story, and sing very well.
I think they are the first under the heavens singers.
When that Mary and Rose cried when a woman in a hood sang "The Song of Lucian," and I couldn't help but cry."
"I don't believe you cry." Merry doubted.
"Really, they need a gold coin to sing a song, and you can't hear it when you're late. If it wasn't too rare, I wouldn't leave the tavern to find you...
" .."
Pippin's silhouette and voice faded away, and Sam wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurried into the bag end hole with the implement.
"Master Bill Bo, the myrtle has been planted, I'm going back."
Bill Bo in the back room responded casually, the door of the bedroom next to him opened, and Frodo Leaning out, said curiously: "I heard Pippin say there are two Bard's coming to the Green Dragon Tavern?"
"Well, do you want to visit Master Frodo? There's never been an Elf singer. Here in the Shire."
Sam respectfully gave a salute.
Hobbits are quiet, but that doesn't mean they don't have class and rich and poor.
Frodo came to be interested, "Uncle Bill Bo, there is an elf singer at the Green Dragon tavern, I haven't seen a elf yet, you eat dinner first, don't wait for me."
"The story of the Elf Singer is not necessarily better than mine..." Old Bill Bo stared blankly at an old map of the north, whispering in his mouth, while Frodo and Sam Has run out of the courtyard.
......
"Although the story of the ancient elves is wonderful, it is too far away from us. I want to hear the story of 'Ice Crazy Axe'."
Sam had just opened the pub door when he heard Hank the Redbeard yelling.
The pub is full of Hobbits, all looking towards the location in the southwest corner.
Two Bards are very conspicuous among the Hobbits, one is a mysterious person with a hood covering his face and can't see his face and figure at all, a hair grey-white, his face is full of vicissitudes and Sad tall old elf.
"Ice Crazy Axe? Is it the Moria Dwarf Human King Tyrion?" Frodo said excitedly.
Sam is uncertain: "Maybe."
The Hobbit of the Shire pays little attention to the outside world, but the Dwarf Human King is so famous that he is the most famous in the past two hundred years. The most famous, Legendary, and greatest dwarven hero...well, though he's a half-human.
Especially he is half-human, which makes Hobbit more involved. Charles has many of his idols, such as Lord Frodo.
To tell the truth, Sam was also in the hero-playing game when he was a child, holding a wooden axe and roaring in a thick voice: "Azog, your head is only worthy of my chamber pot!"
Or, "The nemesis of Turin, I swear to Gods that one day, I will be your nemesis!"
Or, "hahahahaha, the nemesis of Turin, hangs over you The blood light of the Eye of Ungolien is my banner of victory!"
Or, "Smaug, my axe is hungry!"
Or... ...
"There are so many stories about the short Human King Tyrion, which one would you like to hear?" The Hooded Man's sweet voice pulled Sam out of his memory.
"I want to hear the story of the Dwarf Human King fighting the Turin nemesis."
"Did the Dwarf Human King really use Azog's head as a chamber pot? Will it leak urine? ?"
"I want to hear the Dragon Slaying Battle!"
The hotel immediately burst into a commotion, one after the other, the fat people less than 90 centimeters tall slammed on the table, knocked on wine glasses, stomped their feet, and their cheeks swelled. Red.
"Whoever pays, I will tell whatever story." The hooded woman said with a smile.
"A gold coin is too expensive." The fat dudes wailed.
Master Frodo, who was rich, threw a gold coin in the distance and cried, "Is the nemesis of Turin dead? Did Tyrion fulfill the vow of oneself? I have heard many versions of the story. , the ending is different."
Sam didn't see what the hooded man did at all, and the gold coin was gone.
"The white city of Gondor was not built in a day, and the nemesis of Turin was not destroyed in one go.
Starting with the beheading of Azog in the Great Victory of Dark Creek Valley, and then a In one hundred and fifty years, Tyrion has conquered Turin's nemesis 15 times!"
"Ah, 15 times——" Hobbit exclaimed, covering his mouth.
"Outside the eastern gate of Moria, is the Dark Creek Valley, a fertile land, Tyrion must be within the valley, and look for a small mountain range in the vicinity as a mining area for dwarves.
>After ten years of hard work, he took a fully armed dwarf into the depths of Moria and alerted the underground devil—bang!”
The hooded man waved his hand, and a group of multi-colored The smoke exploded, filling the hall of the tavern, and a picture appeared in front of the fat piers.
"roar!" The flame demon Angry Roar.
"ahhhh!!!" Hobbit screamed, ashen-faced.
"Run, here comes the devil!" Fat Sam grabbed Master Frodo and ran out the door.
But he turned, and the flame demon turned with him—always opposite him, roaring hideously at him.
“Ahhh—” Fat Sam sat on the ground with a buttocks.
His younger sister Mary grabbed him and whispered comfortingly: "Don't run, this is the poem of the first poet."
"What?" Sam was at a loss.
"Look at Mr. Frodo.... You also calm down and listen carefully," Mary said.
Sam glanced at Frodo beside him, his eyes blank, but his face was full of shock.
Gradually, as he calmed down, Sam heard the Hooded Poet's voice again.
He had never heard such a melodious and emotional singing voice, and it seemed that there were many musical instruments such as silk and bamboo strings in it. He heard the music in his ears, and scenes of pictures appeared in his mind unconsciously, as if he was there. .
For the first time he saw the true face of Turin's nemesis, and it was so terrifying.
The first time he saw Ice Axe fighting, it was terrifying.
A half-man, one meter two tall, and an eight-meter-high flame devil walk up and down the Heaven's Line narrow road, with the bottomless ten thousand zhang cliffs on both sides...
.Sam's calf is weak.
Failed!
The dwarf Human King's armor was smashed by the flame whip, the ice axe was broken, the body was charred black, and the mouth was spitting white smoke, and was carried out of Moria by the dwarf Warrior, who was only a remnant of the defeated army.
"I swear, I'll be back!" Sam was moved by the determined look in the short Human King's eyes.
The singing became bright and high, and the picture accelerated, and Sam saw how the Dwarf Human King practiced his skills during those ten years.
The second crusade begins...
The third, fourth...
And other heroes in the story The smooth sailing was different. The short Human King was defeated and fought repeatedly, never discouraged, never gave up, no matter how serious the injury could not shake his fighting spirit.
When the dwarf Human King and brother joined forces to cut off the flame demon's head for the fifteenth time, Sam burst into tears and felt an unprecedented satisfaction and joy.
"This is a true hero with blood and tears!" Sam heard Master Frodo choking.
"Well, am I right?" Pippin said proudly.
"It is indeed the first under the heavens Bard, I have never seen anyone stronger than her." Merry excitedly said.
"It's just a bit expensive, I'd still like to hear it..." He touched a few copper plates in his pocket, looking towards Master Frodo eagerly.
Frodo is worthy of being an uncle, and immediately threw out another gold coin, "I want to hear the story of slaughtering a dragon in the Lonely Mountain!"
Sam's eyes widened, but he still couldn't read it. How the gold coins were taken away.
Soon, the music sounded, and he unconsciously fell into the story with the singing.
"Ah, Mr. Bill Beau!" Sam saw oneself's employer in the cool music of the ice fountain.
Although not younger, the expression on his face and eyes are obviously more immature.
He remembered.
Sr. Bill Bo had an unexpected but fantastic journey sixty years ago.
"It turns out that I followed the dwarves to the Lonely Mountain to slay the dragon, so brave!" Sam exclaimed.
......
Moria is the royal city of Tyrion, Thorin's kingdom is in Lonely Mountain, he always wants to return to oneself's hometown...... Although Moria is the real ancestral land of the Turin dwarves.
But Second Brother also makes sense: If we can't beat Turin's nemesis, how can we be the opponent of Demon Dragon Smaug?
Actually, who is stronger between Demon Dragon and flame demon?
But for the dwarves, Smaug can fly, and if they lose a battle, they can't escape.
Faced with the flame demon, Tyrion lost fourteen times, but each time he was able to retreat without losing too many troops. Because the flame demon does not dare to chase out of the cave, and does not even leave the deep pit too far, the dwarves can set up traps and narrow escape routes calmly.
After Tyrion · Cold Ax · Turin cut off the flame demon head, the Turin Royal Family officially started the "Lonely Mountain Raiders".
Tyrion's original idea was to use the Blood Sorcery to extract the power of the flame demon corpse, the magic secret of the cultivation Fire Attribute.
cultivation At the same time as Divine Art, choose a dwarf artisan to create a batch of dragon-slaying equipment - such as the iron mask of the ancient dwarves to deal with Glauron.
Next, send messengers to Changhe Town to form an alliance with the humans there and provide funds to arm the humans.
Finally, the dwarves sent troops in autumn, and after arriving in Lake-town, they practiced "Dragon Slaying Array" with humans while waiting for the snowy days in winter.
Raid Smaug in the coldest weather.
The weather, the right place, the people and the people, not only the Turin dwarves such as Thorin and Threin were convinced, but even the visiting White Road Society officer, gray robe Gandalf, was full of praise for the wisdom of the Half-Human King .
Well, just after Tyrion "snatched" Gandalf's "strange" (ps), he found it and invited the short Human King to serve as a temporary member of the White Council again.
Don't blame Gandalf for being snobbish, the Baidaohui is a non-profit organization, and there is only no return for hard work. Before, the dwarves were too busy to take care of themselves, and they were indeed unable to provide more resources to protect the peace of the world.
"I don't know what cultivation technique you are preparing for cultivation?" Gandalf looked at the half-human on the throne with scrutiny.
Sorcerer felt a little relieved when he saw the ugly face as the other half-humans, without showing the violence and irritability common in cultivation sorcery.
It has been three thousand years since Sauron spread the cultivation technique of black magic among the Dengdan people on a large scale.
"There is no distinction between high and low magic tricks, because the ultimate power is almost indistinguishable. So, I plan to cultivate the "Raging Fire Palm" of the bad street." Tyrion said.