"Carl, long time no see." The man smiled at Carl.
"Well," Carl nodded, then glanced at the man up and down, and smiled, "You're a lot stronger than you were back then. It seems that you don't eat too much honey."
"Uh," the man was choked, the smile on his face solidified.
Why does he like to eat Feng honey, and why does he like to eat honey!? He can love to eat honey in the first place.
He was speechless, but thinking of Carl's skill, the man finally refrained from attacking.
Although Carl looked as tall as his chest and lacked muscle, he didn't think he could beat him with his current strength.
Also, he seems to have heard some rumors that Carl killed Smaug.
Thinking, the man hesitated and asked aloud: "Carl, I heard you killed that dragon! Is this true?"
"Have you even heard of it?" Carl seemed surprised, then laughed again and waved his hand, "It's nothing!"
"That stupid dragon thought I was easy to bully, and even wanted to kill me, so, you know, my temper is not very good, so I killed it easily - it fell."
Saying that, Carl spread his hands helplessly.
The man was silent for a while.
Killed it right away? That's okay? Could Carl be more relaxed? Was Smaug a lamb to be slaughtered?
Gollum stared at Carl with his own big, sticky eyes, and then remembered what his owner had said to him a minute earlier.
Let's be humble and humble, it's a kind of immorality.
The man and Carl chatted for a while, and Gollum listened, and it gradually understood.
It turned out that the man who had changed from a bear was named Beorn, who seemed to be a friend of its owner.
Of course, Carl and Beorn knew each other a long time ago.
I remember that at that time, the Misty Mountains were not very peaceful, and many creatures had encountered the invasion of Orcs.
And Carl, on a hunting trip, was in the Misty Mountains, on a mountain peak, and encountered a group of giant bears besieged by the Orc army.
Those giant bears are all tall and strong, and they are like tanks that have been hit with hormones, rushing left and right in the siege of Orc.
However, although these giant bears are so powerful, they can always slap the orcs who are blocking them in front of them and tear them to pieces, but they cannot stop the orcs from going crazy and fighting to the death one after another.
The countless Orc armies left them exhausted and overwhelmed.
Carl saw the sad and desperate expressions of the giant bears.
So he shot.
Later, Carl realized that it was not a giant bear he had rescued, but a group of people, or skin-changers.
Skin changer, this is a special creature, a special race.
There is no magic in their bodies, no magic power, but, by their own will, they can incarnate into a ferocious beast - a giant bear.
Their abilities to transform into giant bears vary, ranging from strong to weak, but legend has it that there was once a skin changer who could transform into a 10-meter giant bear.
That is the ancestor of the skin-changers - Sybers.
However, legends are always legends. Today's skin-changer group has shrunk greatly, leaving only a tribe like Beorn that is still active around the Misty Mountains.
Today, the strongest among the skin-changers is Beorn in front of Carl.
But said to be the strongest, in fact, Beorn's body size is only 5.6 meters, which is still far worse than its ancestor Cybos.
Therefore, it is not surprising why Beorn's clan feels powerless when facing the Orcs.
What happened to the Misty Mountains at that time was indeed a desperate thing for the skin changer.
Therefore, Carl, who saved them from despair, naturally became their guest and friend.
As the leader of the skin-changing people, Beorn, Carl has the most sincere kindness towards him.
"Well, Beorn, you haven't said how you got here, don't I remember you live over Carl's Rock?" Carl asked.
Carl Rock was not originally called Carl Rock; the huge rock standing on the top of the peak of the Misty Mountains did not have a name.
Only Beorn gave it a name in order to thank Carl for his kindness and to commemorate it.
Hearing this, Beorn sighed.
"It's no longer suitable for us to live there. Since you left, those orcs still come to provoke me and my clan from time to time."
"So in order to avoid the bad situation last time, I have migrated all my clansmen here.
We live now on the edge of the dark, dense forest north of the old forest road, where there are grasslands, forests, and rivers, where we live now."
"And this time, I appeared here because I heard the news about Orc from the Misty Mountains, so I went south to check, but I happened to see you.
"However, it seemed that you were being chased by the elves at that time, and it seemed that it was not very convenient for you to meet me, so."
"Then, when I followed your trail to Changhu, I heard about your deeds, and then I met you here again."
Beorn told the story of why he was here.
"Is that so," Carl nodded, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly smiled, "You can leave the Misty Mountains, where there is a lot of honey, but it is also dangerous."
The corners of Beorn's mouth twitched; can we forget about honey? Can we still chat happily?
"But, Carl," he asked again, "you said there was movement in the Orcs, what? Haven't they all been in the Misty Mountains?"
.....
This news really surprised Carl. After all, it was calm before, and Azog only brought a few thousand people with him when chasing them, obviously not wanting to attract the attention of all parties.
But now, a large army is suddenly dispatched, so unscrupulous and blatant. It is obvious that some changes have taken place on the Orc side.
For example, the Lord of the Rings that disappeared in Omori fell into the hands of Sauron?
Yes, there is only this possibility; otherwise, how could Sauron dare to let his minions stretch out their claws now?
Thinking to himself, Carl listened to Beorn's narration.
"Well, they were all staying in the mountains a few days ago, but now," Beorn paused, "they are heading east, and the destination seems to be the Long Lake, the Lonely Mountain.
"Maybe they came for the Woodland Kingdom, or for the city under the mountain," Beorn speculated. "Although they don't know their goal, it is certain that in the near future, there may be a new fire going on."
Having said that, Beorn thought for a while and suddenly made a suggestion: "Carl, this time I plan to take my clan to the north to avoid this war, otherwise, you can go with me.
"Well," Carl hesitated for a second, then nodded, "That's a good idea. I haven't had your milk in a long time. Let's go."
"Hahaha! Well, I'll make you drink enough this time." Beorn patted Carl on the shoulder and laughed.
Not daring to say anything else, the sheep shepherds put on the grasslands by their skin changers are definitely the best in the world.
The three figures slowly disappeared into the dark jungle, looking to the north, each.