My Time Travel Phone

The dwarf blinked and stared at him.

It took a long time before someone said: “Oh! Man, your tone doesn’t sound confident enough! Please, give me more confidence!”

“To kill Smaug, we need the help of a person.” Anyang stared at them.

“Who? Don’t you say you can kill him?”

“That’s a mortal.”

“Oh, can’t you just say his name directly?”

“We will meet him on the road.” Anyang said lightly. “Next, continue your discussion. Anyway, no matter whether there is a way to deal with Smaug, you will still be on the road! No one can stop you. If so, why not? How about annoying yourself with so many bad things? “

“Huh?” Fili looked at Anyang in amazement, and then nodded busy with determination. “Of course, of course no one can stop us. In any case, we will definitely recover Iruba!”

“Maybe, he really has a way to kill Smaug …” someone whispered.

“Maybe, but at least one thing is right. Smaug can’t let us step back because of fear. No matter how much, first, guys, have you decided to fight?”

“I am always ready!”

Then the dwarves cluttered again, and you talked about your thoughts on this journey.

Anyang stood aside, not intervening at all.

Even … he didn’t listen much.

Even if the dwarf prince Thorin could see the key at a glance, the words would make the people silent, with a solemn expression, and easily mobilize everyone’s emotions, so that the dwarves were generously excited, and could not wait to join the battlefield immediately. There was also a little infection, but Anyang and Gandalf remained silent as a watcher.

Especially Anyang.

The dwarf’s revival has nothing to do with him. He also knows everything. The scene in front of him is more like an alternative replay of some kind of picture in his eyes. He is more concerned about his feeling at this time than this exciting meeting.

At the same time, he also knew that, in his current status, he was far from being qualified to participate in the meeting of the dwarves, let alone dictate their decisions. All he could do was listen quietly.

Soon, Gandalf took out the key to the Lonely Mountain and gave it to Solin, the descendant of Turin.

“Since there is a key, there will be a door,” Keli, one of Solin’s nephews, said.

“Yes, these Nivens record a secret passage leading to the ground floor lobby.” Gandalf said.

“So there is another way to enter?”

“Yes, if we can find it.” Gandalf retracted the pipe pointing at the string of words on the map, and said with some helplessness, “But the gate of the dwarf is invisible when closed, and the way to open it is on this map. , I have no ability to find it, but … “

He dragged a long note, then turned to look at Anyang.

At this time, Anyang was leaning against the wall, because the Hobbit ’s pocket bottom hole was too short, and his head directly reached the ceiling. At this time, he looked at the string of chandeliers helplessly-almost parallel to his line of sight .

The dwarves were guided, and they all looked at Anyang one after another.

“Yes! I remembered!” Kili smiled first, “He just said that he can read what text on the map, otherwise we will ask the Elven King for help …”

“Elrond is not king, idiot!” Felix next to despised.

“This is not the time to say this!”

“Okay, listen to you.”

Felix looked at Anyang with all the dwarves.

“The moon is like Niven.” Faced with their eyes, Anyang said, “It’s more secret than Ruven. To read it, you must use the moon of the same season and the same shape as the day they were written. moonlight.”

“Can you read them?” Thorin asked.

“Yes.” Anyang pretended to pick up the map, looked at it carefully, and said, “These words were written on the eve of a Midsummer Festival almost two hundred years ago, when it was a new moon, so … it’s not yet time . “

“Isn’t it time?” Sorin frowned, and the other dwarves cried out in regret.

“Yes.” Anyang said.

“That will wait until … next month!”

“How many numbers are coming today?”

“No. 24.”

“It’s been a few days, and we will soon see a new moon.” Anyang pursed his lips, then reached out and motioned, “You continue, continue.”

The dwarves were silent and did not speak.

Gandalf took a deep breath and said, “This mission I envisioned requires great concealment and courage, but if we are clever and cautious enough, I believe we can succeed!”

With that, he glanced at Baggins: “So, we need a thief! A good thief!”

Baggins twitched his lips and said, “I think I am a good thief, a professional thief.”

Thorin turned his head, his tone full of doubts: “Are you sure you are?”

Suddenly the dwarves were full of ridicule at him, three points better than when they ridiculed Anyang, at least Anyang was a wizard, and the young Bilbo Baggins was nothing.

In the end, Dewarin said bluntly: “Our trip will pass through mountains, valleys, forests and wilderness, and the field is not suitable for gentle people who can neither fight nor defend themselves. Mr. Bagkins is probably not suitable for joining us.”

Until Gandalf’s face was dull, he stood up, his head straight up to the ceiling, he had to bend his waist, this last gesture added to his condescending momentum!

The light in the room suddenly dimmed!

“Enough! If I said that Bilbo Baggins was a thief, then he was!” It wasn’t until the temperature of his words calmed down that the light in the room regained its brightness. He continued, “The Hobbit’s footsteps are very light In fact, they can pass by without being discovered. If you want to steal Akron Diamond from the evil dragon, you ca n’t wake it up! “

“And the dragon has long been used to the smell of the dwarf. As long as you are close, it will find you, and the taste of the Hobbit has never been smelled!”

“You asked me to find the fourteenth member, so I chose Mr. Baggins. His ability far exceeds his external performance. He can contribute more than any of you, including what he knows!”

In this way, the dwarves were silent, and they clearly agreed with Gandalf’s authority!

And Baggins was surprised by this praise.

Gandalf calmed down and took a deep breath, then said: “For this, you must believe him!”

At this time, Anyang coughed twice and walked to another room: “Slowly persuade Mr. Baggins. I am a little sleepy. I have to find a place to sleep.”

All dwarves stopped and turned to stare at him.

As he walked, he murmured, “I’m really not used to this kind of body, and I’ll be sleepy for a while …”

When he left, everyone was silent.

Until Thorin said: “Okay, let’s do what Gandalf said, Bahrain, sign him the contract!”

“no no……”

Baggins quickly waved his hand and refused.

*

The Hobbit’s home is very warm. Even though the night outside is cold and silent, the stove keeps burning, keeping the room at a comfortable temperature and a brightness that is neither too dark nor affects sleep. .

Anyang no longer dominated Baggins’ bedroom. He casually found a foot on the wall and sat down, covered it with a blanket, and calmed down in the shimmering light.

There were still voices from the dwarves beside him, but he no longer talked much.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, short and not very stout. He wore a big hat on his head and looked very honest.

At this time, he looked at Anyang embarrassedly: “I … it’s too dull over there, in fact I’m a little sleepy, so …”

Anyang smiled without much investigation.

He knew that this dwarf came to look at himself.

“Your name is Beauver?”

“Yes.” Bo Fo sat down next to him, but did not rest, but kept watching the movement of the other room, listening to their conversation, and paying attention to Anyang.

Anyang sat quietly, closing his eyes to recuperate.

Until the low and distant song of the dwarf sounded, the sound was so quiet, reminiscent of the empty and magnificent valley under the moonlight, the endless grasslands under the rain and rain, the arrogant high mountains, the tune was like It is a magnificent melody from ancient times, magnificent.

“Crossing the cold misty mountains in the distance ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ until the deep and ancient cellar cave, we must set off before dawn to find the long-forgotten wealth …”

“The pine trees roar on the mountain, and the cold wind groans late at night …”

“The fire is glowing with red flames, and the branches are like burning torches …”

From the original voice of Solin alone, to the spontaneous echo of all dwarves, the tune gradually sublimated.

Anyang opened his eyes and was suddenly awakened.

He turned his head and looked at the side of Bover, staring at the side room with a fascinating look, and waited for a long time, until the singing stopped, he said: “Your artistic talent and your appearance are very incompatible!”

After turning back, Bo Fo was stunned, and then nodded and said, “Of course, the dwarves are the most creative race!”

“It seems that they failed to convince Mr. Baggins.”

“Yes, it’s a pity.” Beauver looked down.

“Mr. Baggins is not as active as you, wandering wizard.” Thorin came from the other side, looked at Anyang deeply, said, and then found a seat against the wall.

A few dwarves came along and found a comfortable place to lie down, not paying attention, so they slept like this.

The room quickly returned to silence, except for snoring.

The fire in the fireplace was burning, there was not enough firewood, and it was slightly reddened. The sky outside the window showed a white light strip across the sky, consisting of fine and dense stars.

Anyang murmured a few words before reaching out, and then picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fireplace remotely.

“Crack …”

Sorin suddenly opened his eyes, and then closed again after a while.

The next morning soon came.

The dwarfs got up very early, had breakfast, and cleaned up the messy room of Baggins. At that time, the genius was just dawning, and Baggins was still asleep.

A group of people set off for the dwarf’s homeland.

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