Carl looked at Gandalf, who was surprised by his words, but still smiled in his heart.
Of course, he knew the purpose of Gandalf's visit. After all, he had seen the plot before and after the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. If he didn't know, he might as well kill him.
Yes, Carl is not from this world. He is a traveler.
Five years ago, he transmigrated here, became a handsome human ranger named Carl Green, and triggered the upgrade template.
The so-called upgrade template is to allow him to kill monsters to upgrade, constantly strengthen his own strength attributes, and sometimes he can also awaken talent skills with good luck.
"Ding!"
"People: Carl Green."
"Level: Level 15 (10/10000)"
"HP: 10,000."
"Magic: 0"
"Strength: 500 (100 for ordinary people)"
"Speed: 1000."
"Spirit: 9999+ (immune to all controls)"
[Mastering skills: Galloping (speed and reaction instant increase by 100%); Swordsmanship (master level); Body of Magic Resistance (passive, immune to magic attacks); Fatianxiangdi-primary (using 100 HP per second)]
[Items: Space Ring × 1 (Space 9999+); Void Talisman × 3 (reflects 1000% damage); Molotov cocktail × 100; Earth bomb × 300; Elf dagger (90 wear degree); Fine steel sword × 300 (iron weapons); bows and arrows (10 bows + 500 arrows)]
Over the years, Carl has been on many missions and visited many places: the Storm Hills, Troll Forest, Dusk Lake, and even the Misty Mountains.
He killed many prey, including but not limited to wolves, trolls, goblins, water monsters, and orcs.
Therefore, he has the current strength.
As for Gandalf, he did meet him in the savage land, but when Carl met the old fellow, he was very pitiful. He was bullied by those Dunlanders and couldn't use magic to fight back.
Of course, in addition to this, in the past five years, many things have happened. Carl has also met many people and things, and gradually he has become accustomed to wandering in Middle-earth as a ranger.
...
"Then, let me see what the so-called Thorin Oakenshield looks like," Carl said to Gandalf.
Of course, he knew the name of this man. He used an oak as a shield to block the attack of the Orc leader Azog, who was entrenched in the Misty Mountains, and cut off one of his hands. Finally, he took Turin with him. The dwarves succeeded in breaking out of the siege, and it can be said that they are famous.
Although, after that battle, 13 dwarves survived, but it still does not hinder his reputation.
As the words fell, Gandalf did not speak, but the door was pushed open.
A tall man with a beard and long black hair walked in.
His eyes were bright and piercing, and there was a faint arrogance between his eyebrows.
Carl looked at the dwarf man who suddenly pushed in the door, but his brows were slightly wrinkled. This guy's taste is also a little big.
Of course, Carl knew that the imposing guy in front of him was Thorin, no different from what he imagined.
"I'm Thorin," Thorin also began to look at Carl.
Fourteen of them followed Gandalf here to invite the human ranger in front of him. Naturally, he was extremely curious.
He has dark, thick, and supple short hair, a pair of deep and eye-catching eyes, a handsome face like a knife, a slightly mournful beard, and a neat gray robe. He looks shrewd without losing his temperament.
However, with such thin skin and tender meat, will his strength really be as powerful as Gandalf said? Sorin had doubts in his heart.
However, since it was Gandalf's helper, he was not good to lose face.
After thinking about it, he said again: "Your Excellency, I don't know if you are willing to help us. If you want, you can take 16% of the property after the matter is completed."
There are now 13 dwarves in the team, a hobbit, a Gandalf, and if you add Carl, it's 16. So, there is really no problem with his allocation.
However, under his hopeful gaze, Carl slowly shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can help you, but I want half of it."
Sorin's originally calm expression turned ugly, but his eyes suddenly became cold: "Boy, are you kidding me, Sorin?"
Thorin suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted, and the dwarves who were still standing outside the door rushed in when they heard the movement, and Carl's cabin suddenly made a heavy squeak.
"Hey, Gandalf, what exactly are you looking for, half the time you open your mouth?" cried Dwarf Groin.
Their dwarves are not so greedy, it is really damn it to do such robbery to them in front of them.
"Brother, please think about it, wouldn't it be fair for everyone to work together and get a share?" As a Hobbit, Bilbo had a good temperament. Although he didn't know Carl, he thought he was Gandalf's for the sake of my friends, I also stood up to make peace with both parties.
Gandalf looked at Thorin with a grim face and Carl with an indifferent expression, but his head was aching.
He knew the temperament of both sides very well. Carl said that one is one. What about Sorin? This guy has never been disdainful of compromising easily, and now he looks a little unhappy with Carl, and it seems that it is difficult to mediate easily.
Although he was embarrassed in his heart, Gandalf reluctantly smiled at Wu You and said, "Carl, can we discuss it? It's a big deal. I'll give you my share, let's."
"Stop," Gandalf was interrupted by Carl, "it's not negotiable unless you give yours that one."
"No way," Gandalf interrupted Carl quickly, clutching the ring in his arms.
Seeing this, Carl pouted slightly.
Gandalf had no choice but to turn his head to look to the other side, "Sorin, I think we can discuss it. If Carl can help us get the wealth back, even if we share half of it, we still have half. Those gold coins in the ground. How many, even if it is half, ten generations will not be used up; it is enough for the dwarves to restore the glory of the past."
"Gandalf, I'm very grateful that you can help me, but I don't think he's valuable and makes me pay so much for this human being in front of me. Without him, we dwarves can take back those things."
"So, I will not agree to such conditions."
Sorin said that there was no room for negotiation.
"Hehe," Carl laughed suddenly.
Sorin was furious in his heart, frowned and said coldly: "Human, you'd better explain why you are laughing, is there something wrong with what I said?"
His hands were already clenched into fists, but he couldn't bear it any longer.
He is Sorin, how can he tolerate a human being easily mocked and provoked?
If it weren't for the fear of Gandalf, if it were someone else, he would have gone to war directly.