With the sound of a thumping sound coming from the thrush on the rock wall, the dwarves turned their heads, and their faces were slightly stunned.
Just watching this amazing and strange scene, the moonlight in the sky seemed to be guided, and it suddenly flowed slowly, continuously spreading on the gray rock wall, and finally, it stayed in a corner.
And in that corner, a dark groove was slowly revealed.
"It's a keyhole!" Bilbo shouted in surprise, and the dwarves couldn't help but cheer up.
Thorin looked at this scene, and the original anxiety finally disappeared, and the surprise couldn't help but emerge, and a smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, everyone finally understood why Carl deliberately waited until this time.
"When the thrush is tapped, the last ray of light will shine on the shrinkage hole."
It turned out that the last ray of light refers to the moonlight! Why didn't they think of this?
After thinking about it, I couldn't help but look at Carl again, so Carl had already guessed this?
Once again, the dwarves felt the IQ gap from Carl.
However, they were also a little annoyed that Carl was deliberately hanging on to their tastes.
Obviously he can say it outright, but he still pretends to be. Sure enough, this character is really bad enough.
Ignoring the eyes of everyone looking at him, Carl walked up to Thorin: "What are you still doing, don't you really want to go in?"
Thorin glanced at Carl and saw his calm expression, but he didn't know what Carl was thinking at the moment.
However, at the moment, nothing is as important as entering the city under the mountain.
Thorin finally took off the key that had been hanging on his chest from his neck.
The key thing squeezed into the narrow hole, and with a "click" sound, the door to the new world slowly opened for the dwarves.
The road to the city under the mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes, right at their feet.
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(continued, the day before)
Some blows will happen very suddenly, so sudden that it is unpredictable.
And some pain will always make a deep impression, but it is impossible to forget it.
Sauron of Dol Guldur, thousands of miles away, is like this...
He didn't understand why the little gray-robed wizard in front of him could suddenly burst out with such a powerful force, not only blocking the fatal blow he had prepared for him but also wounding him.
Yes, he was actually injured by the wizard in front of him, and it was fundamentally injured.
Sauron looked down at the Lord of the Rings he was wearing, and saw a tiny crack appeared on it at this moment.
His invincible supreme magic ring, this ring that poured all his magic power, was almost unable to resist the terrifying energy just now.
It is even said that if there is no Lord of the Rings, then his soul will be completely wiped out under the impact of the energy just now.
"Who are you!" Sauron solemnly looked at Gandalf in front of him, with incomparable vigilance and a trace of fear in his heart, he said slowly and solemnly.
Gandalf was also a little confused at the moment, confused by what had just happened.
what just happened?
Gandalf only remembered that after he refused to hand over the Ring of Naya, Sauron broke his magical barrier, and then rushed towards him as if to kill him.
However, just when he thought he was doomed, the... paper he had been on.
Yes, Gandalf could feel it, it was the piece of paper. The blood-red paper suddenly surged with infinite power, expelling and destroying all the icy dark powers that were trying to swallow him.
Sauron, was actually repelled! ?
Gandalf froze slightly.
He didn't see that Sauron, who was hiding in the shadow, was seriously injured, otherwise, his mouth might have opened wider.
Seeing Gandalf's expressionless Yoko, Sauron not only seemed to have a cold sweat on his head.
On Middle-earth, when did such a powerful wizard appear?
"Damn! What the hell is going on?" Sauron thought, and suddenly turned his gaze to Saruman who was beside him.
Could it be this old thing's trap? Did he deliberately call the person in front of him and plan to deal with him?
Thinking of this? Thorin finally couldn't stay any longer.
Now that he is injured and seems to have been betrayed, it is simply unwise to face a wizard who is probably not weaker than him under such circumstances.
"Saruman, wait for me, I won't let you go!" Although he was not reconciled, Sauron could only swallow the anger in his stomach.
The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, he cannot die here!
After all, Sauron no longer hesitated, his figure flashed, but it turned into a black wind, and left directly under the guard of the Ringwraiths.
Saruman on the side was also a little confused at the moment.
Who can tell him what happened?
Why can't Sauron's face Gandalf be defeated? In one blow, he was beaten eight hundred paces away.
Moreover, why did Sauron have to let him go after being beaten by Gandalf? Shouldn't Gandalf be spared?
Saruman swore that he had never encountered something as bizarre as what happened today.
Gandalf turned his eyes to Saruman.
Seeing Gandalf's expressionless, flat stare, Saruman subconsciously took a half step back.
He thought that something had changed in Gandalf that he was unaware of.
"Don't...don't come here," he said sternly.
"Saruman, do you know? You disappointed me very much," Gandalf's leisurely voice came, but Saruman couldn't help but feel a great panic in his heart.
"No...!" With a loud cry, the world suddenly became quiet again.
Saruman ran away. He couldn't stand the sudden change, and he couldn't stand the pressure Gandalf brought him, so he ran without hesitation.
Gandalf was relieved to see the two go away. He really had no strength now.
When he relaxed, he suddenly thought of what had just happened.
Reaching into his robes, he took out the blood-red paper, and was about to see it clearly, but the next moment, the paper slowly turned to ashes in the wind.
Seeing this, Gandalf couldn't help but lose his mind.
For a long time,
"Carl, what are you hiding from me..."
He muttered,
"Cough, who, who will save me~"
A low cry for help suddenly came from under the castle...