However, for everyone, there is no such concern because their strength is strong enough, and they are numerous and well-prepared.
The torches were lit, and everyone followed Carl down the hole.
The surrounding rock wall exudes a damp, musty smell, and the air becomes more and more dull and filthy as they go inside.
Carl's nose moved suddenly, and I have to say that his keen sense of smell has brought him great benefits; sometimes, he can always find something abnormal compared to others.
It was a rotten smell that Carl could detect, though it had not dissipated much because of its age.
People have died here.
"Everyone be careful!"
Hearing Carl's reminder, everyone couldn't help but raise their hearts. Although sometimes Carl is really unreliable, no one will doubt his strength now.
"Tatata!" Footsteps sounded in the dark tunnel...
After turning the last rock wall to block, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of everyone.
"This? This is... gold coins?" The dwarves couldn't help but light up when they looked at the piles of golden round coins stacked in the corner and gleamed under the fireworks.
Carl didn't act like the dwarves; he just stared at a long sword held by a skeleton and then walked towards the skeleton without hesitation.
The rotten smell that just emanated was from these skeletons. They still held long swords before they were alive. After death, they turned into white bones and were forgotten here. Family.
This kind of thing often happens here; some people may be exploring, some may be seeking wealth. In short, for various reasons, they try to constantly cross various mountains and obstacles to achieve their goals.
The lucky ones may be able to do what they want, but more often are the unfortunate ones, who end up dying in unknown dark caves due to accidents, or are buried at the bottom of the abyss lake.
This is what happens all the time in this world.
...
The dwarves began to snatch the gold coins on the ground. At this moment, the dwarves' possessive desire for the gold coins was evident in their actions.
Of course, Carl didn't feel anything strange about this. Dwarves possess this virtue. As for the inheritance of ancient genes, they have been endowed with such greed for money since birth. If they don't behave like this, they are not worthy of being dwarves.
Walking straight past, Carl directly grabbed the long sword and ripped it off.
"Crack!" The skeleton was torn off by Carl's action, lost its support, and fell to the ground, completely turning to ashes.
"Cang!" The long sword came out of the body, and it didn't show any special momentum, but the smooth blade and sharp edge let Carl know that this sword was not ordinary.
"You boy, you are lucky." Gandalf's voice came from behind.
Carl turned his head. "Gandalf, what's the story behind this sword?"
"Of course," Gandalf glanced again, but he carved the sword in Carl's hand into his mind. Although the long sword was still covered with dust, it was not very clear, but those familiar patterns and craftsmanship, he will not be mistaken.
After thinking about it, he slowly explained: "This sword is thick and sturdy, the sword body is smooth and flawless, like a blade of flowing light, plus the two tree shadows carved on the hilt, it is obvious that it should be from the first era, crafted by the High Elves."
"Oh? So, this sword is durable?" Carl raised his eyebrows.
Of course, he knew that the elves who had been instructed by the god of forging, Oli, were indeed good at making handicrafts, and those with great talent could even create extraordinary things.
And Gandalf actually said that this sword was written by the Supreme Elf of the First Era, so that is to say, this sword was forged in the era when gods were haunted in Middle Earth?
Carl was worried that he didn't have a weapon in hand, but he didn't expect to find one in this dark cave in the wild mountains.
Gandalf heard Carl's words, but his expression was a little disdainful, and he said bluntly: "More than durable? If it is not magical, ordinary things cannot corrode and destroy this sword at all."
Carl nodded, but he believed Gandalf's words, because this sword had obviously been placed in the depths of this damp cave for a long time, but there was no rust on the body of the sword, so how could it be ordinary?
Thinking about it, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath.
"Boom!" A stone pillar was suddenly cut off.
"Good sword!" Carl's eyes lit up, and after slashing, the blade didn't even have the slightest curling edge, which was many times better than those made of ordinary iron in his ring.
The voice fell, and everyone's heads began to shake.
"Well? What's wrong? Is there an earthquake?" The dwarves who were still stuffing gold coins in their arms raised their heads in confusion.
"Bang bang bang!" While wondering, the dust that originally fell turned into a large piece of stone.
"Carl!" Gandalf was so angry that his neck almost crooked. This guy, without saying a word, directly chopped off the stone pillar supporting the cave?
"Uh... run!" With Gandalf's unpleasant look on his face, Carl had to take the lead in letting go of his legs, which was really embarrassing, but he really didn't mean it.
The crowd rushed out of the cave in a frenzy.
"Boom!" After Bilbo ran out last, the cave completely collapsed.
"Ah~ my gold coins!" A group of dwarves turned on the buried golden light, but they were heartbroken for a while, then thinking of the culprit, they couldn't help but grit their teeth and looked at Carl angrily.
Although Carl was embarrassed, he would not admit his mistake.
So, under the excuse of his so-called "We still have to go to Lonely Mountain, the journey is long, how much gold can we carry?" "I'm here to help you.", but everyone finally brought this matter down.
Everyone set foot on the journey again, except that Gandalf gave Bilbo a dagger he picked up when he ran out of the cave in chaos, and Bilbo happily named it "Thorn Ding". There was no accident.
The realm of Middle Earth is indeed vast, and it is only this barren hilly land that everyone walked for nearly a day without seeing their heads.
Helpless, they once again consolidated and rested.
"Bilbo, I have some spice here, would you like it tonight?"
Before Carl could finish speaking, Bilbo jumped away quickly, with a look of vigilance, and everyone shook their heads and shouted, "Shut up, you will eat dirt tonight, and you won't eat that. Heck spice."
They can be considered to have experienced the power of this spice. If they are still fooled, they don't need to mix on the ground.
Seeing that everyone resisted so much, Carl was a little helpless.
Seems like the plan was broken? However, trouble always comes when it should come, so how can you blame him? At best, he's just...bringing it forward.