People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

The Blue Mountains, also known as Eredron, are located in the northwest of Middle-earth, from top to bottom, separated by the Bay of Long in the middle. The elves' port Mithrond is in the Port of Long, and the elves boarded the ships from here. Travel to Valinor, the land of the gods in the west.

The dwarves of the Durin clan temporarily live in the lower half of Eredron, not far from Mithrond. In fact, many dwarves work in Mithrond in exchange for supplies for survival.

The walk from Tower Hill was only over forty miles, and according to the dwarf's pace, it wouldn't even take a day.

But it won't work if you add Tang Sen.

Traveling in a hurry is not a pleasant thing, especially for people like Tang Sen who rarely exercise and have never traveled far on foot.

The curse of the undead did make Tang Sen tired to death, but it was not impossible, especially in this environment with almost no roads. Tang Sen stumbled and fell countless times until Sarin could no longer stand it and asked Carrying his employer on his way.

After all, a dwarf cannot carry Tang Sen on his back because of his height. The princess hug is already the most convenient posture that a dwarf can use.

Tang Sen obviously could not accept this proposal. He just secretly decided in his heart that he would buy a horse in Misronde for transportation.

It wasn't until the sun set that the two of them walked to the middle of the wasteland between Tower Hill and the Blue Mountains. It was obviously unsafe to travel at night, not to mention that tonight even the moon was hidden behind the clouds, so the visibility was very low. Sha Lin had no choice but to I found a place that was sheltered from the wind and prepared to rest for the night.

"You are the weakest human being I have ever seen! No one!"

He growled and built a fire.

"It's hard for me to imagine that you and the wizard come from the same place! I've heard of Gandalf the Gray's deeds. That old man could walk like flying even if he was carrying dozens of kilograms of salute!"

"Didn't your legs grow to be used for walking?"

Tang Sen sat back on a stone, not bothering to pay attention to the dwarf's incompetent rage. Anyway, the employer required that the dwarf had to light a fire to cook even if he cursed.

Although I don’t need to eat.

Hunger has enveloped Tang Sen from beginning to end. This is one of the side effects of the curse, and it is also the price that Tang Sen must pay in order not to die.

Tang Sen is willing to endure these costs. He has always been afraid of death. Compared with the risks of giving up the curse, this torture is not worth mentioning.

In fact, he had endured it for a long time in the previous world.

Of course, you still have to eat, and now is not the time to expose the Aztec gold coins. With a smile on his face, Tang Sen swallowed the suspicious-looking paste cooked by Sarin, which contained unknown ingredients.

As a result, Salin's eyes on Tang Sen finally became gentle.

"At least you still have merit, Tang Sen."

He said: "You are the first person who is willing to try the food I made and can successfully swallow it. Including the dwarf."

Tang Sen: "."

Is it so unpalatable?

He was suddenly glad that he had no sense of taste.

So he continued to smile and said: "Any food deserves respect, Sarin."

"I won't waste food just because of its taste. You know, there are still many hungry people in the world."

Shalin was stunned for a moment. He knew how unpalatable the food he made was. Because of this, when he heard the other party say these words, he felt deeply touched.

Although this traveler is frail, he seems to have a unique heart.

He suddenly felt that the other party was worthy of being compared with the wizard.

However, these touches did not last long, as a wolf howl came from the distant jungle.

Shalin stood up suddenly, raised the hammer reflexively, and looked towards the jungle with burning eyes.

"It's the voice of a warg." He was a little nervous in a rare way: "Damn it, I shouldn't have let that Oak go."

Tang Sen also looked awe-inspiring. Wargs are not ordinary beasts. They are also descendants of the evil products created by Melkor. They have independent ideology and can communicate with language. They are huge in size and fight bravely. They often fight in cooperation with Ogg.

Dwarves can naturally face several Oaks with ease. These dark creatures are small in size and are not good at combat.

But the Oaks who cooperated with the wargs were completely different. The cavalry was too dominant against the infantry in the cold weapon era. Even one-on-one, it may not be easy.

Obviously, the escaped Oak found the organization and followed the traces back to seek revenge.

"Tang Sen, you go first. The light from the fire is too conspicuous. They have already discovered us." Shalin quickly warned:

"I will try my best to hold them back and run into the jungle to buy you time."

Tang Sen frowned. Surprisingly, Shalin had more professional ethics than he thought. In this situation, he was actually willing to cut off the rear.

But such a strategy obviously doesn't work. You can't go far in this wasteland on your own feet, and you don't know the way.

Tang Sen didn't think Sarin could escape being tracked by the wargs. The Oaks would soon abandon Sarin's body and find him.

His thoughts quickly sank into the Mithril Ring.

"What are you still doing?" Shalin roared and pushed Tang Sen, "Quickly go!"

He paused, took out a mithril coin from his pocket, and said: "Put the mithril with you first. If I escape, I will go to Misrond to find you and get it back. If I can't come back,"

"Please hand it over to the dwarves of the Durin clan for me."

"There is no reason to take back the commission I gave out, and I have no habit of running away." Tang Sen remained motionless and just said: "Besides, it's not the time for you to leave your last words yet."

He looked directly into Shalin's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Since I hired you, there is only one thing you need to consider, fight for me."

"I'm preparing to do this!" Shalin paced on the spot angrily: "Listen to those noises, there are at least two, or even three wargs! I can deal with two at most, and you are too thin! At most, I can feed you. One head!"

"Damn, now, if we both die here, Mithril will be cheaper than those Orcs!"

So this is the key? This dwarf's obsession with mithril even exceeds his own life.

The sound of howling wolves was getting closer and closer. Under the darkness, Tang Sen could only see vague shadows moving very fast.

"Today is not a good day to die." Tang Sen looked at Shalin and suddenly said: "Take off your armor, Shalin."

"Huh?" Shalin swung the hammer and shouted, "Why, are you afraid that my armor will chip the teeth of those wargs!"

"The dwarves will not surrender to the Orcs! Even if I, Sarin, were killed by an Orc and torn into pieces by the Orcs, I would never take off my clothes before the battle—"

Then, he saw a piece of silvery-white light armor suddenly appear in Tang Sen's hand.

".armor?"

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