"Drive!" The rapid sound of hoofs broke the tranquility of Hobbiton, and 12 fully armed men appeared on the path of Hobbiton.
The young knight scolded his entourage: "Caslow, are you sure this is the way?"
"Yes, er, I mean maybe... After all, you know adults... The country roads here are too winding." Kaslow, the dragon knight, hesitated.
"What's wrong with me! Are you all trash?" Roland couldn't hold back his foul language.
"Oh, sorry, brothers, that's not what I meant." Roland, who noticed that the word was inappropriate, quickly apologized.
"Let's continue asking for directions, let's see where this **** Bag End hole is?" Roland said sullenly.
…
"Hi! Excuse me, friends, do you know where Bilber Baggins lives?" Roland asked everyone who passed by.
After the inquiry was fruitless, Roland couldn't help complaining, "Who said that the Hobbit is so enthusiastic?"
"Hello, do you know Bilber Baggins?" Roland asked a hobbit sitting in the yard by the road.
"Baggins? Why are you looking for him?" the young man asked in surprise.
"Uh, because... well, the situation is that after a while, a group of dwarves and a wizard will find him, and I want to find that group of dwarves!" Roland explained.
"Okay, I am, but the dwarf didn't see it, but the wizard came today. He wants me to go on an adventure with him, and even more funny is to make me a snitch! I don't know how to fight at all!" Bilber Baggins explained.
"Ah this..." Roland was stunned. He was really good at this time. Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but glanced at Bilber with sympathy. storeroom emptied.
Roland glanced at the corner of the door of his house, smiled and said to him, "Then Mr. Baggins, see you tonight."
"Um, sir, do you mean that you will be my guest at night?" Bilber was surprised.
"Yes, you only need to prepare food for me. My entourage will not come. Oh, by the way, my name is Roland!" Roland smiled kindly.
"Okay, sir, welcome your visit tonight."
…
"The Fetters of Destiny: Achieved! 90 apprentice knights will be rewarded! You can call at any time." The ring that had been silent for a long time in Roland's hand finally came to life.
"90 knights... plus these 10! There are a hundred apprentice knights, and the next knight order has come together." Roland wanted to laugh at this moment.
Finding a corner and summoning the knights, Roland hurriedly used the gold coins rewarded by the system to wrap up a larger hotel, ready to be used for the night for the entourage.
The crisp sound of horses' hooves came, and Roland couldn't help but sigh that the efficiency of the system was high, and he had no worries. These knights came from the wasteland, and no one knew that they were summoned.
Looking at the fading sky, Roland asked Caslow to make arrangements for the knights under his command, and he was going to the banquet.
…
"Ding ding ding!" Roland rang the doorbell of Bag End Cave.
"Boom!" As soon as the door was opened, the aroma of food was mixed with all kinds of messy voices. It was obvious that the dwarves had already started a party...
Roland couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes as he looked at the mess. He was thinking about whether to step in or not when he looked down and saw Bilber's frustrated gaze.
"Mr. Roland, do you know what to order...and the food I'm sorry to prepare for you..." Mr. Baggins said embarrassedly.
"It doesn't matter Bilber, it's alright." Roland comforted Baggins and stepped in.
As soon as he entered the door, Roland recognized Gandalf. After all, the robe and staff clearly betrayed his identity.
"Dear Mr. Gandalf, hello!" Roland greeted.
"Should I call you Thorin Oakenshield or King of the Mountain?" Roland looked at the king among the dwarves and said lightly.
Apparently Roland's words stimulated Thorin, and he stood up with clenched fists.
"Hey, Thorin! Take it easy." Gandalf blocked him hastily.
"Young man, I can't see through you..." Gandalf said in amazement.
Roland smiled noncommittally. He looked at Thorin and asked, "The blood of Turin, the grandson of Thor, the son of Thorne, can you still be called the king of the mountain now?"
"Bang!" Sorin was about to jump out and fight Roland as soon as he slammed the table. Everyone hurriedly stopped him. His nephew, Kili, stood up: "Excuse me, sir, are you here on purpose?" The rest The dwarves also looked at him badly, but only Gandalf looked at him thoughtfully.
"Looking for trouble? You guys don't deserve it, I just don't want to see the end of the Turin bloodline!" Roland was familiar with the future of the plot. Even if they could win, the Turin bloodline would definitely end.
With the help of the Lord of the Rings, Roland successfully sensed everyone present. Except for Sorin, who was a berserker, the others were apprentice soldiers or warriors. This lineup was not enough for Roland's knights to charge.
The occupation levels of warriors are: apprentice warrior, warrior, berserker, commander, general and finally the ultimate professional tyrant!
"fart!"
"Nonsense!"
Everyone accused Roland one after another, and Gandalf looked at Roland with more and more surprise.
"Enough! Say your purpose!" Sorin suddenly shouted to stop his subordinates' accusations.
"Happy, worthy of being a descendant of Turin, I am the head of the Holy Light Knights, and now I need to find a territory to bring my knights to settle down, so you know... I need money!" Roland said calmly own demands.
"What? Knights!"
"My God! He actually has a knight order..."
The dwarves were extremely surprised. Only Gandalf's expression became more and more confused.
"Mr. Roland! This joke is not funny! Do you know under what circumstances can it be called a knight order?" Sorin asked solemnly.
"Of course, my command is only the weakest knight order, with 100 apprentice knights and a knight commander." Roland said proudly.
"So... what do you mean..." Sorin's tone softened. After all, everyone has common interests and everything can be discussed.
"I will lead my knights to the battle! I will **** you all the way to Lonely Mountain! And you need to pay a commission. If there are casualties, you also need to pay a pension. Of course, if you fail to retake Erebor in the end...then you guys Nothing needs to be paid!" Roland's eyes flashed with a flame called ambition.
"If you agree, then I can call my entourage now!" Roland continued.
Thorin lowered his head and pondered, Gandalf pulled him quietly and whispered in his ear: "Promise him, there are too many risks on this road, and the protection of a knight order can make us arrive more safely. "
After hearing Gandalf's whisper, Thorin nodded. He raised his head and said loudly, "Mr. Roland, I will draft the contract now."
After speaking, he started to write the contract with the dwarves under him, and then Roland saw that the contract was longer than the Snitch contract that Mr. Baggins got at the beginning, and there was a huge volume...
"Then, I wish our expedition a smooth one!" After Roland signed the contract, he put away the contract and nodded to everyone, then declined Bilber's retention and walked out.
"By the way, tomorrow morning, I will wait for you at the edge of the forest!" Roland's voice came from afar.
"Drive!" The rapid sound of hoofs broke the tranquility of Hobbiton, and 12 fully armed men appeared on the path of Hobbiton.
The young knight scolded his entourage: "Caslow, are you sure this is the way?"
"Yes, er, I mean maybe... After all, you know adults... The country roads here are too winding." Kaslow, the dragon knight, hesitated.
"What's wrong with me! Are you all trash?" Roland couldn't hold back his foul language.
"Oh, sorry, brothers, that's not what I meant." Roland, who noticed that the word was inappropriate, quickly apologized.
"Let's continue asking for directions, let's see where this **** Bag End hole is?" Roland said sullenly.
…
"Hi! Excuse me, friends, do you know where Bilber Baggins lives?" Roland asked everyone who passed by.
After the inquiry was fruitless, Roland couldn't help complaining, "Who said that the Hobbit is so enthusiastic?"
"Hello, do you know Bilber Baggins?" Roland asked a hobbit sitting in the yard by the road.
"Baggins? Why are you looking for him?" the young man asked in surprise.
"Uh, because... well, the situation is that after a while, a group of dwarves and a wizard will find him, and I want to find that group of dwarves!" Roland explained.
"Okay, I am, but the dwarf didn't see it, but the wizard came today. He wants me to go on an adventure with him, and even more funny is to make me a snitch! I don't know how to fight at all!" Bilber Baggins explained.
"Ah this..." Roland was stunned. He was really good at this time. Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but glanced at Bilber with sympathy. storeroom emptied.
Roland glanced at the corner of the door of his house, smiled and said to him, "Then Mr. Baggins, see you tonight."
"Um, sir, do you mean that you will be my guest at night?" Bilber was surprised.
"Yes, you only need to prepare food for me. My entourage will not come. Oh, by the way, my name is Roland!" Roland smiled kindly.
"Okay, sir, welcome your visit tonight."
…
"The Fetters of Destiny: Achieved! 90 apprentice knights will be rewarded! You can call at any time." The ring that had been silent for a long time in Roland's hand finally came to life.
"90 knights... plus these 10! There are a hundred apprentice knights, and the next knight order has come together." Roland wanted to laugh at this moment.
Finding a corner and summoning the knights, Roland hurriedly used the gold coins rewarded by the system to wrap up a larger hotel, ready to be used for the night for the entourage.
The crisp sound of horses' hooves came, and Roland couldn't help but sigh that the efficiency of the system was high, and he had no worries. These knights came from the wasteland, and no one knew that they were summoned.
Looking at the fading sky, Roland asked Caslow to make arrangements for the knights under his command, and he was going to the banquet.
…
"Ding ding ding!" Roland rang the doorbell of Bag End Cave.
"Boom!" As soon as the door was opened, the aroma of food was mixed with all kinds of messy voices. It was obvious that the dwarves had already started a party...
Roland couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes as he looked at the mess. He was thinking about whether to step in or not when he looked down and saw Bilber's frustrated gaze.
"Mr. Roland, do you know what to order...and the food I'm sorry to prepare for you..." Mr. Baggins said embarrassedly.
"It doesn't matter Bilber, it's alright." Roland comforted Baggins and stepped in.
As soon as he entered the door, Roland recognized Gandalf. After all, the robe and staff clearly betrayed his identity.
"Dear Mr. Gandalf, hello!" Roland greeted.
"Should I call you Thorin Oakenshield or King of the Mountain?" Roland looked at the king among the dwarves and said lightly.
Apparently Roland's words stimulated Thorin, and he stood up with clenched fists.
"Hey, Thorin! Take it easy." Gandalf blocked him hastily.
"Young man, I can't see through you..." Gandalf said in amazement.
Roland smiled noncommittally. He looked at Thorin and asked, "The blood of Turin, the grandson of Thor, the son of Thorne, can you still be called the king of the mountain now?"
"Bang!" Sorin was about to jump out and fight Roland as soon as he slammed the table. Everyone hurriedly stopped him. His nephew, Kili, stood up: "Excuse me, sir, are you here on purpose?" The rest The dwarves also looked at him badly, but only Gandalf looked at him thoughtfully.
"Looking for trouble? You guys don't deserve it, I just don't want to see the end of the Turin bloodline!" Roland was familiar with the future of the plot. Even if they could win, the Turin bloodline would definitely end.
With the help of the Lord of the Rings, Roland successfully sensed everyone present. Except for Sorin, who was a berserker, the others were apprentice soldiers or warriors. This lineup was not enough for Roland's knights to charge.
The occupation levels of warriors are: apprentice warrior, warrior, berserker, commander, general and finally the ultimate professional tyrant!
"fart!"
"Nonsense!"
Everyone accused Roland one after another, and Gandalf looked at Roland with more and more surprise.
"Enough! Say your purpose!" Sorin suddenly shouted to stop his subordinates' accusations.
"Happy, worthy of being a descendant of Turin, I am the head of the Holy Light Knights, and now I need to find a territory to bring my knights to settle down, so you know... I need money!" Roland said calmly own demands.
"What? Knights!"
"My God! He actually has a knight order..."
The dwarves were extremely surprised. Only Gandalf's expression became more and more confused.
"Mr. Roland! This joke is not funny! Do you know under what circumstances can it be called a knight order?" Sorin asked solemnly.
"Of course, my command is only the weakest knight order, with 100 apprentice knights and a knight commander." Roland said proudly.
"So... what do you mean..." Sorin's tone softened. After all, everyone has common interests and everything can be discussed.
"I will lead my knights to the battle! I will **** you all the way to Lonely Mountain! And you need to pay a commission. If there are casualties, you also need to pay a pension. Of course, if you fail to retake Erebor in the end...then you guys Nothing needs to be paid!" Roland's eyes flashed with a flame called ambition.
"If you agree, then I can call my entourage now!" Roland continued.
Thorin lowered his head and pondered, Gandalf pulled him quietly and whispered in his ear: "Promise him, there are too many risks on this road, and the protection of a knight order can make us arrive more safely. "
After hearing Gandalf's whisper, Thorin nodded. He raised his head and said loudly, "Mr. Roland, I will draft the contract now."
After speaking, he started to write the contract with the dwarves under him, and then Roland saw that the contract was longer than the Snitch contract that Mr. Baggins got at the beginning, and there was a huge volume...
"Then, I wish our expedition a smooth one!" After Roland signed the contract, he put away the contract and nodded to everyone, then declined Bilber's retention and walked out.
"By the way, tomorrow morning, I will wait for you at the edge of the forest!" Roland's voice came from afar.
