Chapter 159

The next morning, when Wayne was preparing to set off, he unexpectedly saw Bilbo, who was short in stature, leading a horse that was half a head taller than him, walking over from the village from afar.

After arriving at Wayne's small wooden house, Bilbo coughed a little embarrassedly, looked up at the witcher who was almost half a body taller than him, and said: "Hey! Wayne, after I went home yesterday, I suddenly thought that you don't seem to have a suitable horse."

"If a person walks in the wild to go to Bree-town, it is not only quite dangerous, but the round-trip distance is also very far."

"This is the largest Shire horse raised by my uncle, old Baggins."

"Although it still looks a bit small for you, you know, this is almost the largest horse raised by us Hobbits."

Bilbo scratched his head. This Mr. Baggins didn't have much experience in making friends with outsiders, but his heart was kind.

"You don't refuse. Having a horse to ride can also drive away wild beasts. It's always better than you relying on two legs to rush on the road."

Bilbo's feet were covered with mud, and there was morning dew on his clothes. Apparently, he had been busy with this matter since early morning.

Looking at the Shire horse beside him, which was well-behaved and had a white base with slightly black spots, Wayne nodded with some emotion.

"Thank you, you are so thoughtful, my friend."

Wayne leaned down and patted Bilbo on the shoulder, but looking at the Shire horse with a white base and black spots, he shook his head with some regret and said to Bilbo:

"However, it's not that I want to refuse your kindness. Didn't you always wonder how I came to your Shire from a distant place?"

"You don't think I walked here from other countries on a pair of legs, do you?"

Saying this, Wayne had an inexplicable smile on his lips. He took out the magic-patterned storage bag hanging around his neck, and in Bilbo's shocked gaze, reached his palm into this cloth bag that didn't look big, and pulled out a huge gorgeous blanket that had been rolled up.

Then, as Wayne threw the blanket towards the ground, the purple-gold patterned blanket actually unfolded and flattened automatically, floating at a position 20 or 30 centimeters from the ground, and shook slightly in a wave shape.

"Wow! Wayne! What's going on?"

"You actually pulled out such a large blanket from a small pocket, and how can your blanket float on the ground? What is this? It's too magical!"

Seeing the magic flying carpet thrown out by Wayne, Bilbo's mouth was a little unable to close in surprise.

Although legends of wizards are widely circulated in Middle-earth, people who can really see wizards and see these spellcasters who can use witchcraft are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

And facing Bilbo's surprise, Wayne waved his hand with a smile, indicating that he didn't need to make a fuss, then stepped onto the flying carpet and sat cross-legged in the center of the flying carpet.

"My friend, I didn't tell you before because I didn't want you to be too surprised."

"I am actually a witcher, a monster expert who constantly travels and helps people eradicate evil monsters."

"And what is under my feet is a magic flying carpet. It can take me to the sky, fly like a bird, and help me travel quickly around the world."

"Aren't you always curious why I carry a precious sword? Because that is my weapon, my helper in slaying monsters."

"So, your worry is redundant. I don't need a horse, and no wild beast can hurt me. I will arrive at Bree-town very soon, much faster than you imagine."

The width of this magic flying carpet is about 1.2 meters, the length is nearly 2 meters, and the thickness is only 2 centimeters. It looks exquisite but also a bit weak.

However, when a strong man like Wayne sat on it, it was motionless, and with his manipulation, it slowly rose and fell, obviously very easy to control.

Hearing Wayne's answer, Bilbo opened his mouth, his eyes opened wide, and his brain seemed unable to turn around.

After about ten seconds, he slowly closed his mouth, turned around Wayne's magic flying carpet several times, wanting to reach out and touch it, but didn't dare, and said in a somewhat high-pitched voice: "My God! This is too magical! Really, the Hobbits in the entire Hobbiton definitely won't believe that you can actually ride a blanket and fly up!"

"This must be witchcraft! Right?"

"I've heard legends, read records in those books, that there are wizards in this world. When I was a child, there was a white-bearded wizard who always came here to set off fireworks for us to watch." "Although I don't remember his appearance and name, you said you are a witcher. Does that mean witchers can also release witchcraft like wizards?"

Wayne reached out to soothe Bilbo's surprised mood, and while explaining, joked: "Although witchers and wizards are different professions, I can indeed release some magic."

"By the way, I'm about to set off. Do you want to try the feeling of flying into the sky before I set off?"

"You are my friend, I am willing to serve you."

Unfortunately, the current Mr. Bilbo is only 40 years old. He wants to live another 40 years. Although his eyes are full of longing, the Hobbit's natural timidity and caution make him very hesitant.

Finally, this Mr. Baggins turned around Wayne's magic flying carpet three more times, reached out and touched the gorgeous and solemn patterns on the flying carpet, and shook his head, as if comforting himself: "Forget it, Wayne, you should hurry on your way, I won't delay your time."

"However, when you return from Bree-town, you must let me see your magic properly. At that time, let me sit on this magic flying carpet and try what it feels like to fly like a bird."

Regarding this, Wayne also shook his head with some regret. He waved goodbye to Bilbo, and then controlled the magic flying carpet to circle Mr. Baggins twice, and then flew to a position of more than 100 meters in the sky in a flash.

Under Mr. Baggins's yearning gaze, he soon left Hobbiton and disappeared into the sky.

And flying in the high sky of 100 meters, Wayne couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart.

Princess Jaina from the Azeroth world is really a dexterous lady. The magic flying carpet she made for a certain "filial son" is even easier to use than imagined.

When flying in the air, it is not only stable and fast, easy to control, but also consumes not much magic power. With Wayne's current magic power reserve, even if he flies continuously in the air for a whole day, he doesn't need to rest.

The only pity is that in Middle-earth, there is no Chaos Magic. After Wayne's magic power is exhausted, besides taking witcher potions to speed up his internal recovery speed, he can only honestly eat and sleep to let the Chaos Magic slowly fill up.

This also led to the fact that if he wants to fight in Middle-earth, he must use swordplay or alchemy bombs as his main attack means, and as for the witcher Signs he is best at, he can only use them as a "bottom of the box" means and use them cautiously and restrainedly.

But fortunately, he is still wearing the Doolan ring on his finger, a magic item that can recover magic power through killing. In case of necessity, he can also use special means to speed up his magic power recovery.

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Bree-town is a quite ancient small town. It was originally a human gathering place, but with the various racial wars in the Second and Third Ages, the invasion of the Witch-king of Angmar, the migration of Hobbits, and the escape of northern dwarves more than a hundred years ago.

Now this small town has become a small town where Hobbits, dwarves, and humans live together. Because there are a large number of craftsmen and resident population, in the entire Bree area, this small town is also a quite famous trading point, and travelers and merchants coming and going between different kingdoms often take a short rest here.

And in the largest blacksmith shop in Bree-town, the dwarf prince Thorin Oakenshield was also forging the goods for sale as usual, but his heart was always thinking about his own thoughts.

Since the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain fled to the south, under the leadership of this dwarf prince, they have worked for others, forged iron, planted food, hunted and fished, and engaged in various industries, gradually living a stable life from the initial hunger and cold.

Unfortunately, because the number of female dwarves is too small, the population growth of the entire ethnic group is quite slow, and the south is ultimately not an environment that dwarves like. There are a large number of humans, Hobbits, and other races and kingdoms here, and there is no territory that truly belongs to the dwarves.

Prince Thorin missed his former hometown, the Lonely Mountain, more and more. The wish inherited from his grandfather, his father, and the entire Durin family—to take back the Lonely Mountain—has gradually become the long-cherished wish in this dwarf prince's heart.

It is a pity that facing the dragon Smaug, who is hundreds of meters long, and facing this terrifying monster that is invulnerable to swords and spears and cannot be harmed by any weapon, Thorin Oakenshield still has no way to defeat this dragon.

The dwarf prince struck the iron embryo one by one, and the powerful force made the iron embryo on the anvil splash with sparks. Soon, a short sword forged from steel gradually took shape under the beating of this dwarf prince. Several dwarf apprentices on the side were pulling the bellows while learning seriously, and couldn't help but feel admiration for the superb craftsmanship of the prince in this ethnic group.

Just then, a few exclamations suddenly came from outside the blacksmith shop. Thorin Oakenshield, who was also standing at the door, subconsciously looked in the direction of the exclamations.

I saw a rectangular purple-gold blanket in the clear sky, appearing in mid-air at some point.

As it quickly descended from the sky, a strong and handsome man suddenly jumped off the blanket and landed not far from the blacksmith shop.

The handsome man first looked around, then waved to the blanket floating on the ground, and the purple-gold yellow-green blanket automatically turned into a roll and fell into the man's hand.

Finally, in the surprised eyes of the surrounding passersby and Thorin, the handsome man took out a cloth bag from his arms, and then, as if performing magic, stuffed the gorgeous blanket, which was more than a meter long when rolled up, into the palm-sized cloth bag in his hand.

(End of chapter)