Beorn, the changer, finally let Ronan and the others enter their home.

This is the best house on the north side of Old Mulin Road, not only because of the powerful power of his builder, but also because of his unique and elegant aesthetic and superb carpenter skills.

The entire house and courtyard were half hidden in the oak forest. From the outside, you can only see the tip of the iceberg. After walking into the fence made of thorns, everyone found that there was a different world inside.

There are wooden stables, barns and small sheds inside. The main body of the house is a narrow and low hall and wing rooms on both sides, including a lovely balcony.

Beorn's home is full of natural atmosphere, with a variety of flowers and plants, a honey-filled hive, and various animals he raises, including cows, sheep, horses and dogs. These animals all look very spiritual and seem to have wisdom beyond their kind.

"Wow, what a lovely home." The Hobbit is a sensible person. He likes such decorations and environments very much. Everything here reminds him of his days in Charles, as if all the orcs outside were left behind.

Beoon looked at Bilbo in surprise, because in his perception, the dwarves were all weird guys who only like stones, statues, gems and precious metals, and it was rare to appreciate the beauty of nature.

Gandalf coughed, "This is Bilbo, a hobbit."

"Oh." Beorn suddenly realized that if it was a Hobbit, it would make sense.

Then he glanced at the other dwarves, and the expressions of these people had basically not changed. It was indeed a group of stone heads.

Beorn brought everyone into the main hall of his house, then sat down at the table, and then he brought bread, milk, various snacks and eggs from the kitchen, without seeing any meat, and the dwarves' expressions became even worse.

But it can be seen that these are the best foods in Beorne's house. In fact, the owner did not treat his guests unfairly. Ronan and Bilbo were very satisfied with this meal. Gandalf should be pretty good, but Thorin has always been stern, and the rest of the dwarves were in a state of interest. Only milk and eggs could make them feel a little bit energetic.

"Come and tell me your story." Beoon asked after the meal.

Gandalf introduced him to Ronan, Thorin, Bilbo and the rest of the dwarves one by one, and then explained the story of them being hunted by orcs, killing the Goblin King in the Mist Mountains, and then escaping all the way here to Beorne.

Beorn nodded and said, "Then I think you guys can stay here tonight."

Thorin breathed a sigh of relief, expressed his gratitude with Gandalf, and said alone: ​​"They all said you don't like dwarves."

"I do not like dwarves. They are always arrogant and ignore any life that is weaker than them, and trampling on nature, but I do not like orcs even more. They are far worse than dwarves."

Well, the dwarves would know that they could not beat Mr. Beorn, otherwise they would have to raise his collar and ask, why should we dwarves compare with orcs?

It was already dark, and Beorn said to Gandalf: "I will check what you said, and if what you said is true, then I will help you. As for tonight, I don't have a guest room here, so you have to sleep with my calves for one night."

That night's cowshed...

"Okay, at least we still have a piece of eaves and straw. Why isn't it better than the wild?" Bahrain comforted everyone.

Thorin nodded and ordered, "Go to bed quickly, I don't know what will happen tomorrow."

In fact, the environment of the cowshed is quite good. The cowshed in Beorn's family is not like the scene of feces and urine everywhere in the farm. In fact, Beorn treats animals more similar to his friends, so he vows not to kill any animals or eat their bodies, so this cowshed is indeed a warm, dry and comfortable place.

But the cowshed is a cowshed, and no matter how high-end it is, it is a cowshed.

The next morning, Ronan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I didn't sleep well last night..."

Billbo nodded and cared: "Are they snoring too loud? I wasn't used to it at first."

"Not that, I've been used to that thing for a long time. I just don't like people farting while chewing and eating while I'm sleeping..."

Bilbo understood in seconds and looked at the innocent cow in the bullpen, "Uh... it's good to get used to it, it's like this for cows."

It's really fucking right to think about it. Among all the animals, large herbivores are the most capable of farting. Among all the large herbivores, cattle are one of the best. They not only fart, they also ruminate.

Ronan had no reason to blame these cute calves because the cowshed was their home, while Ronan was just a guest, but fortunately it was finally dawn.

It's another sunny day. It's not easy to track down the orcs in this kind of weather, but today they can't walk, because the great wilderness cannot be completed in one day, and Beorn's assistance is crucial.

But the key to Beorn's assistance is that Ronan and the others told Beorn last night whether the information was true and credible, and today Beorn went out to verify the news.

"So how did that person verify whether the message we gave him was true? It depends on the refugees outside?" Duvalin looked at the small shacks built by humans outside the forest with disdain.

Gandalf smiled and explained: "Of course not. Beorn has always lived alone here. Although he is the most influential figure in the Great Wilderness, he is a celibate, but even so, no one can ignore his power.

The legendary skinless man can communicate with animals and let the animals fight with them. In fact, it seems that he has no allies, but the animals in the entire region are his allies."

Duvalin: "Oh...that's really, terrible."

On the other hand, Ronan was practicing swordsmanship boredly, of course, using the Anubis Sword to contact him. In this way, the Anubis God can check whether Ronan's movements meet the requirements and provide guidance for Ronan. This is how Ronan spent his leisure time these days.

Therefore, Ronan's swordsmanship has made obvious progress over the past period of time, with standardized and coherent movements, and unparalleled physical fitness, which allows him to join the ranks of top swordsmen in this world even when he holds the most ordinary iron sword. However, when he picks up the sword of Anubis, he will become a real killing weapon.

Qili was impressed by Ronan's sword. It was completely different from Ronan's other imitation. This one looked like it was alive, more spiritual, more refined and more luxurious.

But appearance is not the point, Qili saw it with his own eyes. Ronan, who knew nothing about swordsmanship at that time, was able to kill three rock sheep when he pulled out the sword. Ronan, who was trapped in the siege during the adventure of the Goblin Kingdom behind, pulled out the sword to get out of danger.

This is definitely not an ordinary sword, it must have hidden some secrets.

Therefore, Qili found Ronan curiously and asked if he could take a look with a sword.

"Qili, this sword is too long for you, and you can see that it is not an ordinary sword. In fact, this sword has its own soul. Only those with the strongest will can use it, not be used by it. I think you are not the time yet."

Ronan rejected him so much, Qili became more and more curious. He had never heard of this treasure in Middle Earth before, and he was worthy of being Master Ronan.

However, although it was a sword, Ronan did not care much about it. He often used this sword as a practice sword. He used it to chop firewood, grass, and cut some things that could be seen everywhere as practice. This was simply a waste of resources. The sword needed to be carefully maintained.

For swordsmen, their main combat weapon is a treasure. Any performance change will cause changes in the feel. Therefore, the main combat weapon is rarely used as a training weapon for practicing slashing. At most, it is often picked up and danced towards the air. For serious chopping practice, use other weapons.

Because any collision and friction will damage the weapon itself, especially a delicate thing like a sword.

Moreover, the maintenance of swords is always a matter of attention. Swordsmen need to keep their weapons in their state at all times, so they must constantly wipe, warm, oil, and wipe. This set will take an hour to pass.

But Ronan is not. At most, he just wipes the thing with a cloth, then touches it with his hands, well, it's dry, and then he doesn't care. The heart of Anubis god is bleeding. As a warrior, Qili, seeing this situation, his blood pressure will naturally be full.

It just so happened that although Ronan claimed to be a swordsman, he did not care about his sword and threw it around when he didn't use it, which created a chance for Qili.

But today there is nothing to do, Qili decided to experience what it feels like to pick up a legendary sword.

Fili was a little scared, and he advised his brother: "Qili, you have thought about it. Master Ronan said that if you are not determined enough, you will be controlled by the sword."

Qili was not afraid at all and comforted him: "Have peace of mind, I just pick it up and take a look. Maybe I can also help Master Luo Nan with maintenance. You don't know how rough Master Luo Nan treats his weapons. Oh my God, I don't even see it."

Ronan, who was lying on the side but was accidentally woken up by a quarrel: "..."

The system laughed and mocked Ronan in his mind: "Look at you, Qili laughed at you for not being able to maintain weapons. I think you just use your fists, it's enough, just as hard as iron. Practice more at that time, isn't it better than playing swords?"

"Stop talking, whether you are strong or not is a version of the matter, whether you are handsome or not is a lifelong thing. I, Luo Nan, is a person who only knows how to use fist and foot skills?

Besides, as an alchemist, do I need maintenance weapons? I can restore them to their best condition with just a touch of my hand."

"Shh, stop talking, Qili is going to take your sword."

On the other side, Qili had already taken advantage of Ronan's nap and touched the sword next to the sword's sword, then grabbed the hilt and pulled the entire sword out of the scabbard.

"Although I haven't seen Master Luo Nan protect this sword, the situation looks unexpectedly good." Feili complained at the snow-white blade, "It seems that Master Luo Nan is much more reliable than he looks."

"Yes, although that guy hasn't taken good care of me, it's strange that I didn't rust anyway."

"Ah!" Feili really lost the seven souls this time, and she was so scared that she was about to fall off. She sat on the ground with a snap, then pointed at Qili, who was holding the long sword and screamed.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Bilbo walked to Filey in a daze.

As for the dwarves, they picked up their weapons and surrounded Fili, protected them in the middle, and then looked around in a daze, "What's wrong, what's wrong? Where is the enemy?"

Feli pointed at Qili tremblingly and stammered: "It's Qili!"
Chapter completed!