I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 66: Dragon Feast Rescue
"Prepare your weapons!" Thorin gave the order without any hesitation after hearing Tanes' words.

He still had great trust in Tanes.

Thorin drew the Frostshell Axe given to him by Tanes from his waist. Fili and Kili held the holy seal of prayer in their hands in tacit understanding, while Dwalin and Gloin looked at the surrounding trees vigilantly.

The remaining dwarves were obviously slow to react because they were not professional warriors.

However, although their reaction was slow, there was no mistake in their coordination, and they quickly formed a formation on horseback.

Thorin shouted, "Tannis, Gandalf, can you two find the right path? We can't stay in the forest forever. This is their territory!"

Tanes frowned and looked at the surrounding environment. After he realized that the trees were quietly moving and changing their paths, they seemed to become more and more unconcealed, and even began to blatantly lift their roots to move.

This causes the surrounding scene to change every minute and every second. There may be a road between two trees in the last second, but the road disappears in the next second and appears in the opposite direction.

and……

Tanis glanced at Bilbo, whose face was gradually turning lavender, and realized that the trees were even depriving the forest of oxygen at a very slow rate.

Although it will not cause suffocation, the low oxygen environment will greatly affect people's consciousness and judgment.

But finding the way is not Tanes' strong point. It would be better to say that he would get lost without maps at the border area.

So Tanis looked at Gandalf, and Gandalf nodded seriously and said loudly: "Leave the way to find the way to me, and be careful not to get entangled by those Huorn! Rush in the direction I point, no matter what is ahead!"

Thorin shouted without turning his head, "Sons of Durin, all hands prepare to charge!"

Gandalf picked up the pipe in his hand that was still not extinguished and chanted a long spell into it, but before he finished the spell, the ground where the expedition team was located began to tremble slightly.

The old tree closest to them was already swinging its branches towards them.

"Haha!"

Thorin's roar broke the tense atmosphere. He gripped the Frozen Shell Axe tightly, jumped off the horse with a nimble posture, and stepped heavily on the solid ground.

As his feet touched the ground, a frosty force quickly spread out, like white waves shining in the sun, instantly wrapping several ancient trees on the road ahead with a layer of crystal armor.

Then he gripped the reins of the saddle tightly and jumped back onto the horse's back. His movements were as smooth as a superb painting.

Fili's fingers deftly searched his jacket pockets, and he felt the cool metal of his throwing knife. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kili draw his bowstring, his arrow ready to go.

The frost area created by Thorin brought a biting cold wind, blowing across the faces of the two brothers.

Philip swung his hand forward suddenly, and the flying knife cut through the air like a silver lightning, flying towards the branch covered with crystal frost.

Kili was quicker, his arrow leaving the bow first, swift as a falcon swooping down on its prey. The arrow and the knife intertwined in the air like two intersecting beams of light, striking the branch with unerring precision.

Although the force was not enough to cut the branches, their combined force in an instant caused the branches that were originally rushing straight towards them to change their paths, as if being pulled by an invisible hand and deviating from their original trajectory.

The branches drew a curved arc in the air, and finally fell weakly, landing on the snow with a dull sound.

The other dwarves were basically the same as Fili and Kili. The cooperation that seemed inconceivable to ordinary people seemed like ordinary play in the hands of the dwarves. They could often cooperate seamlessly to knock away the branches covered with frost.

But this is still the old forest, the territory of those trees. No matter how well the dwarves cooperate, there will always be mistakes.

Thorin shouted, "Gandalf, hurry up!"

Gandalf had just finished the spell when Thorin hurried him and he shouted anxiously, "I'm already fast enough. Don't rush an old man!"

The white smoke from Gandalf's pipe took the shape of a sparrow and flew quickly into the sky. The trees did not notice this, allowing the bird to fly through the treetops and find the right direction.

At this time, the dwarves were facing great pressure and were about to collapse.

If it weren't for the [Invigorating Incense] that Tanes had the foresight to apply to them not long ago, I'm afraid some dwarves would have been hit by the branches and dragged away by now.

But what surprised Tanis was that the branches seemed to have made an agreement and did not attack Tanis, Bernal, Millicent and Egon too much. Even Gandalf was not disturbed when he was chanting the spell.

Instead, the trees were waving their thick branches at the dwarves like crazy, which made it difficult for Tanes to take out his staff and use large-scale spells to support the dwarves, because the killing range of the spell would definitely include the dwarves.

"Tanes, we need help!" Thorin shouted breathlessly, knocking away another branch with the Frozen Shell Axe in his hand.

Because of the frequent use of combat skills, Thorin's physical strength was consumed quickly, and he had decided that he could no longer hold the weapon.

But Gandalf took no time to tell him which way to go, and he wouldn't let Thorin hurry him, so he had to ask Tanis for help.

Before Tanes could open his mouth, Aegon's rough and hoarse voice suddenly rang out: "Plug your ears and the ears of your mounts, and open your mouths! There will be a deafening noise next!"

Bilbo rode his pony close to Tanis, his curious heart beating faster and faster.

He tried to look at Egon behind him, but as soon as he stood up, he was held down by Tanes, so that he could only look at the dense bushes and the mottled light and shadows faintly shining through the dark gaps.

"Hide well and cover your horse's ears. These trees are obviously targeting the hobbits, but they can't tell the difference between dwarves and hobbits and mistake Thorin and the others for hobbits." Tanes' voice was low and rapid. He knew what Egon was planning next.

Bilbo's hands involuntarily tightened around the reins, and the foal seemed to sense the tense atmosphere and tapped its hooves nervously.

Although Thorin and the others didn't understand why, they still took action under the attack of the branches at Tanes's rapid shouts.

Bernal and Millicent had already ridden to the front of the team, their swords in their hands making continuous winds, helping the dwarves cut off the branches that kept attacking them.

Of course, the ears of the horses they rode had already been stuffed with small gadgets that obstructed their hearing.

Thorin's eyes swept through the group one by one, until the last dwarf, Ori, also blocked his and his mount's ears, then he quickly covered his own ears, accompanied by a loud cry: "All is well!"

Bilbo lay on the horse's back, his vision blocked by the horse's mane. He could only vaguely see Thorin's outline in front of him, but could not hear the specific words.

Suddenly, fear spread like a haze, and he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his head. Bilbo turned his head almost instinctively, his eyes falling on Aegon's hand holding the scarlet light, and saw an incredible scene come into his sight - the ferocious head of a huge dragon appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Although he had never seen a real dragon, Bilbo felt that it must be the dragon's head.

【Dragon Feast Prayer——Roar】

The dragon that had died at Aegon's hands and had its heart devoured by him had a bulging head with muscles, fangs, and terrifying horns. Its piercing eyes flashed a cold red. The dragon's roar was like thunder, shaking every inch of the forest floor, echoing in the deep woods and stirring up waves.

Bilbo felt his head swelling and his heart pounding as if it was going to burst through his chest. The trees around him became distorted in his vision and the whole world went into slow motion.

The shadow of the flying dragon that appeared from the Dragon Feast prayer cast a huge shadow among the trees, frightening the surrounding Huorn and making them retreat.

But the effect of the Dragon Feast prayer seemed to be too good. Although Thorin and his companions and their mounts had their ears blocked, they were still stunned by the pressure brought by the dragon, a superior species.

At this time, Gandalf's smoke bird also flew back and brought back information about the correct route.

"Thorin, lead your compatriots and charge to your left! Don't stop!!!" Gandalf's figure seemed unusually huge in the dark forest path, and his voice seemed to rise from the abyss, echoing in the ears of every dwarf.

This was an unquestionable order, carrying a heart-pounding power, entering the dwarves' blocked ears.

Thorin's movements were quick and decisive. The cloth covering his ears fell from his hands, signaling the dwarves to ride their horses and follow him.

Bilbo came out of his shock, and the world seemed to come into focus again. The Fellowship had passed through the impenetrable old forest and was now walking across a meadow thick with autumn.

The horses' hooves clattered against the withered yellow grass, mingled with the tenacious green. The clouds on the horizon seemed to be dyed orange and red by the setting sun, and the sky, moved by this gradient of colors, became soft and warm.

The evening light lengthened shadows along the path they followed, and every step seemed a race against time. The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and the hot breath of the horses.

In the distance, the roar of wild beasts seemed to be heard, reminding Bilbo that he had not returned to Bag End, to that warm little nest.

Tanis's relieved voice came from the side: "You finally came to your senses, Bilbo. You really scared me to death."

Bilbo was a little dazed, and then quickly asked in confusion: "Me? Didn't we just pass through the old forest?"

Bofur, who was in front, said immediately, "No, you fainted. When Mr. Aegon transformed into a dragon and roared, you fainted and fell on the horse's back."

Bombur agreed, "Yes, I even heard you snoring. Not only did you pass out, but you slept soundly afterwards."

Gandalf said with a smile: "Being able to fall asleep under the roar of a dragon, it seems that our Mr. Bilbo Baggins really has extraordinary courage."

Bilbo shook his head, and his mind cleared up. He said, "Thank you for your concern, but please don't make me feel as if I just got out of a coffin. This feeling makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Egon's voice came from behind: "To be honest, when you first fell unconscious, you looked like you were dead. I was shocked."

Tanes said gently, "Fortunately, after examination, it was found that you fainted due to lack of oxygen and shock."

"Me, lack of oxygen?" Bilbo pointed at himself and said in disbelief.

Gandalf nodded. "Yes, your face was purple at that time. The Huorn had been deliberately consuming the air in the forest, which led to this result."

Bilbo pointed at Bofur unwillingly and said, "Then why are these dwarves acting like nothing happened?"

Bofur blinked. "The worst environments we dwarves have encountered are far worse than that. The lack of air is a minor issue. You haven't experienced what it's like digging deep underground into a cave and encountering molten lava. The scorching heat will almost melt your lungs. If I have the chance, I can take you to the dwarven blacksmith shop in the Blue Mountains to experience it. The temperature of the fireplace there should be about the same."

Bilbo refused outright, "Forget it. I don't think a normal person would choose to visit a place where they could roast themselves."

But Bofur said, "But we are going to the Lonely Mountain, where the dragon Smaug's fire is hotter than the fire in the smithy."

Bilbo's face darkened. "If you were trying to change my mood, I think you've achieved your goal, Bofur."

Gandalf waved his hand. "All right, Bofur, no need to scare Bilbo anymore."

Bofur turned and rode over to his brothers Bifur and Bombur and began to chat with them.

Bilbo's ears twitched slightly as he picked up the tiny sounds coming from Bofur. They were probably talking about what kind of magical power Aegon's dragon roar had.

Curiosity gnawed at Bilbo's heart like an ant, and he began to recall the scene before he lost his mind. It was so shocking that even after he woke up, he could not erase it from his mind.

Tanis saw what Bilbo was thinking. After all, the hobbit had it all written on his face. He smiled and said, "That's a kind of prayer. Fili and Kili also pray in some way. As for what prayer is, I should have told you."

Bilbo nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I know. I just didn't expect it to be so, er, shocking."

After he said this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

Although this experience in the old forest made him feel nervous, or even that he had done nothing, when it was all over and he was walking on a safe road, he felt that he would never leave.

The Tuke blood in his body told him that this was the real adventure.

At this time, the advancing team stopped, and Thorin's loud and deep voice came: "Stop, the Barrow Hills are just ahead. The Barrow Hills at night are much more dangerous than the old forest. We will stay overnight nearby."

Then Thorin dismounted, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Tanes.

He showed a longing look and asked, "Can I ask about the power used by the dragon warrior Egon?"

　I took a special look and found that the dragon roar that Egon can use is not the roar of Guior, and the dragon head is a normal flying dragon head.

　　The dragon head that is transformed from Guior's roar that players learn is even more ferocious and majestic.

　　In the original novel, there is a very magical person living in the old forest in Middle-earth, but there are no plans to arrange for him to appear for the time being.)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)