He stared hard at the flames in Chu Xin's empty eyes and wanted to throw the machete in his hand.

But Chu Xin was well aware of every move of these clowns. With a flick of his head, he lifted the Oak into the sky, then opened his mouth, and after opening and closing, the Oak was lifted into the sky.

Torn into pieces all over the sky.

The other Oaks were still chopping relentlessly, but they underestimated the hardness of the dragon's bones. Even with the blessing of corrosion, the inferior race of Oaks could not break through the defense.

Whoosh!

Chu Xin calmly twisted his body, spinning 360 degrees at high speed, turning into a skeletal cannon that suddenly accelerated.

In such a tyrannical "drying" mode, all the Oaks, without exception, flew high into the sky and landed nowhere.

As another mouthful of skeleton flame gushed out, seven or eight Dongyi soldiers followed suit.

Right now, only a few enemies are still alive, and they are all hiding in corners and shivering, surrendering to the terror of the dragon.

Wow!

Chu Xin flapped his wings and flew high, sweeping out of this long canyon.

Ahead is an endless stretch of wasteland, and the view instantly broadens.

In the sight, there is a small city built of rocks and wood in the distance. Looking from the outside to the inside, it looks like an ethnic village.

On the outside, there were soldiers wearing black armor stationed there.

There are about thousands of people living in the city.

Judging from their appearance and clothing, they are 100% Dongyi people.

To be precise, this is a tribe!

The soldiers obviously saw Chu Xin, and the city was soon filled with panic.

But what surprised Chu Xin was that after the brief chaos, both women and old people took out their weapons and climbed onto the rocky city wall, and all the people immediately joined the army.

Heavy giant crossbows were pushed out of the city gate one after another and hurriedly aimed at the sky, waiting for Chu Xin's arrival.

A dozen Oaks who served as Sauron's envoys also came out, staring at the menacing Chu Xin with gloomy eyes. After looking at each other, they retreated quietly and left the tribe that was about to be drowned in the sea of ​​fire through the secret tunnel.

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They were going to report to Sauron, letting the Lord Demon Lord know that Smaug had completely turned against him and that there was no room for peace talks, and they also begged to send a more elite dragon-slaying army to eradicate this powerful enemy.

In short, use the right reasons to run away.

"Roar--"

Chu Xin's roar of filial piety resounded throughout the city.

Even though they were frightened, most Dongyi people still held high their tribal flags and did not take a step back.

On the contrary, the strength of Chu Xin aroused the violent factor in their hearts. After all, the Dongyi people, who have war engraved in their genes, are naturally warlike and have never forgotten their aggression against the West for thousands of years.

Whoosh whoosh!

The moment Chu Xin dived, a hail of arrows flashed into the sky.

Although it was just a conflict in a barbaric land, it became the trigger for turmoil in Middle-earth, and the world situation that was already full of conflicts suddenly intensified.

…

The Histhaigler Mountains, also known as the Misty Mountains, start from Gundabad Mountain in the north and go straight south to divide the Western Continent into two parts, one on the left and the other on the right.

The western part of the mountains is now a large area of ​​unclaimed land.

The northern kingdom of Arnor once sat here. Its royal family and even its citizens share the same origin as the Kingdom of Gondor. The two countries are also unwavering allies.

Unfortunately, at the end of the Second Age, after all the tribes united to fight Sauron, they declined out of control. They were divided into three in the internal fighting among the princes, and were successively defeated by the Witch King of Angmar (Sauron), the leader of the Nazgul.

Destroyed by Lun's men).

At this point, Arnor became history, and the surviving royal family became wanderers in the north, continuing to fight against Sauron's dark forces.

But there is a land that has not been invaded by darkness and evil.

That's the Shire where the Hobbits live!

The Hobbits moved from east to west and received a residence given by the royal family of Arnor at that time, and have been living here quietly and peacefully since then.

Hobbits are a special race of people that are related to humans.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! They are short in stature, with an average of only 1 meter and the shortest only 0.6 meters.

The ears are slightly larger and slightly pointed at the top, and the facial features are the same as those of normal people.

Apart from their height, the most distinctive thing is their feet, which are very huge and covered with light golden leg hair. The soles of their feet are very broad and tough, which also allows them to maintain the habit of walking barefoot.

These are just appearances. Regarding the inside, Hobbits are kind and brave by nature. Most of them have a pure heart, and their resistance to mental bewitchment is better than other races.

Ling~Lingling~

At this moment, a carriage carrying an old man in gray robe slowly drove into the paradise of the Shire. As the gravel road bumped, the bells on the horse kept ringing.

"Gandalf!"

At this time, a handsome young hobbit ran down the hillside, jumped onto the carriage happily, and rode with the old man.

"Oh Frodo!" the old man named Gandalf shouted enthusiastically.

"As expected, you came to my uncle's birthday party," Frodo Baggins smiled. "Are you going to set off fireworks for us again this year?"

Gandalf shrugged kindly and humorously, "I suppose so?"

As he spoke, he lifted a corner of the hemp cloth covering the back of the carriage, revealing a large number of finished fireworks!

Frodo smiled when he saw this. He immediately got off the car not far away, waved and shouted, "My uncle is at home. You can go directly to him. However, he has been weirder than ever lately. He always stares at the old map for several seconds."

For hours, he would show a strange expression."

After hearing this, Gandalf's smile froze a bit, but he still smiled and waved.

After bidding farewell to Frodo, Gandalf went to the residence of an old acquaintance amid the warm welcome of many hobbits.

The small villages along the way are still so beautiful and peaceful. Everyone is working hard to run their own small lives and are very satisfied with the status quo.

Peng Peng~

The tall and burly Gandalf knocked on the wooden door.

"People who are visiting, looking for courtesy, and people who want to meet distant relatives should not come!" An impatient voice came from inside.

Gandalf heard the familiar tone and couldn't help but shake his head and smile, "What did the old acquaintance say?"
Chapter completed!