Chapter 89 - Chapter 89 Return to Brie

Carl originally planned to fly back to his hometown, Brie Town, along the dark jungle, but he didn't expect that when he flew to the middle, he suddenly found a group of black things on the ground.

Taking a closer look, the good guy turned out to be another large group of Orcs?

How could he bear this?

The heavy responsibility of maintaining world peace rests on his shoulders, and he can do it no matter what.

And so, the scene just now appeared—hardening Gandalf's raised staff, a black dragon descended from the sky.

Borg was also frightened by the giant dragon that fell. That gray-robed wizard had such a terrifying summoning technique? How could he summon such a dragon?

Ignoring the shock and confusion of the crowd, Carl once again embarked on his own great feat of saving the world, swearing, of course, that the main purpose was not experience.

In the midst of the chaos, screams were heard endlessly. Taking advantage of the gap, Carl turned his eyes away, but found out that it was the Elf King and Gandalf of Rivendell who were entangled and fighting with the Orcs here.

Carl had thought that Gandalf would be miserable when he went to Dorgol, but it seemed to be unfounded.

After all, Gandalf was friends with the Elf Queen Galadriel, and she would definitely help her if her friend was in trouble.

Turning his head again, Carl continued to spray molten 16 flames, trying his best to slaughter the Orcs that could be seen.

He had no intention of reminiscing at the moment with Gandalf.

Time has passed, and wars have raged.

Orc's axe and sword weapons fell on Carl's body, and it was of no use.

Ordinary mortal iron can't break through his scales, and every time he attacks, there will always be countless oracles.

Seeing that the casualties continued to expand, while the black dragon was safe and sound, the Orcs panicked.

The leader of the Orcs, the son of Azog, Borg obviously did not have the strong will of his father, and he felt fear in the face of the powerful black dragon that could not break the defense.

This kind of existence makes it unable to generate the slightest resistance.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Borg roared loudly, and then hurriedly rode the Warg and fled back.

"Want to run?" Carl didn't expect that Borg would order a retreat, and he couldn't help but stunned. He had thought that Borg would fight to the death like his father.

Such an accident caught him off guard.

The surrounding Orcs saw that their masters were talking like this, how dare they continue to stay here and be stubborn with Carl?

They also began to run away, but for a while, Carl couldn't stop them.

"Don't run, asshole!"

Carl would like to say that in fact he is very naive and weak. He wanted to persuade the Orcs to continue to attack him, but after looking at the Orc corpses all over the ground, he was about to cry without tears and felt that this statement was simply not enough to convince the public.

Miscalculated "Oh!" Carl had no choice but to try his best to chase after a few waves of larger orcs and slaughtered it cleanly.

The rest of the Orcs have already taken this opportunity to run into the dark jungle.

The scene regained its stability again, leaving only the mess on the ground.

Gandalf looked at the black dragon standing on the countless corpses not far away, but he swallowed subconsciously.

He was a little hesitant in his heart, but he slowly stepped forward and walked towards Carl.

"That, Demon Dragon, may I ask, are you a rescuer sent by God?" asked Gandalf.

He couldn't use other reasonable reasons to explain what happened in front of him, and only God could explain it.

Of course Gandalf did not feel that the black dragon in front of him was really summoned by his own strength.

He still knew how much he had.

Hearing the shouts from under his feet, Carl recovered from the agony of the orcs running away, lowered his head, looked at the tiny Gandalf, and said:

"Bullshit, thank God. If I didn't come to save you, you wouldn't know how many times you would have died. You poor old man, you have suffered so much, and a little lesson really doesn't last long. It's really stupid."

"Huh?" Gandalf said slightly.

Why is this black dragon scolding people for no reason?

Gandalf was scolded somewhat inexplicably, but, listening to the tone of Heilong's words, he felt inexplicably familiar.

Why is it familiar?

In his impression, it seems that he has never been in contact with any black dragon?

If he had really come into contact with it, then with the strength that this black dragon just showed, it is impossible for him to forget such an existence.

"Excuse me, that, do you know me?" Gandalf, who couldn't figure it out, asked suspiciously.

"I don't know!" Heilong shook his head directly, "It's just that you are not pleasing to the eye!"

"Forehead!"

Cursing people when it is not pleasing to the eye? Gandalf was speechless. He always felt that the dragon's character was a bit bad, as if it was somewhat similar to one of his friends who had passed away.

Carl didn't know what Gandalf was thinking at the moment. If he knew that he thought he was dead, he would have laughed to death and continued to curse.

So Carl, who didn't know, withdrew Gandalf's eyes again, and then glanced at Elrond who was slowly walking towards this side, and he didn't plan to stay any longer.

Oak has all run away, he is a little unwilling, and intends to look for it, after all, it is not always possible to have such good conditions.

Then,

After leaving a sentence "Let's keep the green hills unchanged, the green waters will flow", Carl roared and spread his wings again, soaring into the sky.

Gandalf, "What is the origin of the black dragon?" Elrond looked at the dark shadow slowly disappearing from the sky, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Gandalf beside him.

"I think it should be God!" Gandalf said leisurely.

Only God can drive such creatures, Gandalf thought to himself.

After sighing with emotion, the mess was cleaned up again, Gandalf Elrond and Gandalf once again prepared the army and headed towards the Lonely Mountain.

Although they experienced a major war here, they did not forget the purpose of their trip – to rescue the elves and dwarves of the Lonely Mountain.

Of course, they don't know now that the Lonely Mountain war has been resolved by the "Black Dragon" they just saw.

Carl finally returned to Brie Town after three days of wandering.

Although he killed a lot of Orcs when he went to pursue them, most of them went into the more remote mountains and forests.

Under such circumstances, if he wanted to find them and kill them one by one, it would obviously take a lot of time and effort, and it would not be worth it.

So he finally gave up after chasing for a few days.

Bree Town, a small town on the edge of Chet Forest, where people live a stable, peaceful and harmonious life. Although the folk customs are somewhat "simple", in terms of environment and scenery, it is actually similar to Bilbo's hometown of Shire. Far.

In fact, it is not very far from the Shire, as long as you cross the Gujiagang Mountains and the Old Forest Forest, the plains ahead will be the Shire.

But at this moment, a scream came from a private house in Brie Town.

"Fuck, where's my clothes? Where's my cupboard? And, where's my pot? Damn it, who stole it!"

Carl's shrill screams came from the dusty cabin, but it made those who heard it sad and those who heard it sad.