The next morning, when Wayne was getting ready to set off, he unexpectedly saw the short Bilbo, leading a horse that was half a head taller than him, walking towards him from the village in the distance.
After arriving at Wayne's cabin, Bilbo coughed a little embarrassedly, raised his head, looked at the witcher who was almost half a body taller than him, and said: "Hey! Wayne, after I got home yesterday, it suddenly occurred to me that you don't seem to have a suitable horse."
"If a person were to walk to the town of Burri in the wild, it would not only be quite dangerous, but the round trip would also be a long way."
"This is the biggest Shire horse my uncle, old Baggins, ever owned."
"Although it still seems a little small for you, you know, this is almost the largest horse we hobbits have."
Bilbo scratched his head. This Mr. Baggins didn't have much experience in making friends with outsiders, but he had good intentions.
"Don't refuse. If you have a horse to travel with, you can also drive away wild animals. It's much better than relying on your own two legs to travel."
Bilbo's feet were covered with mud and his clothes were wet with morning dew; it was obvious that he had been busy at this task since early morning.
Looking at the well-behaved Shire horse with white fur and slight black spots following beside him, Wayne nodded with some emotion.
"Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you, my friend."
Wayne leaned over and patted Bilbo on the shoulder, but looking at the white Shire horse with black spots, he shook his head with some regret and said to Bilbo:
"But it's not that I want to reject your kindness. Haven't you always been curious about how I came to your Shire from such a faraway place?"
"You don't think I walked here from another country on my own two feet, do you?"
As he said this, Wayne had an inexplicable smile on his face. He took out the magic pattern storage bag hanging around his neck, and under Bilbo's shocked gaze, he reached into the bag, which didn't look big, and took out a huge, gorgeous blanket.
Then, as Wayne threw the blanket to the ground, the blanket with purple and gold patterns actually spread out and flattened automatically, floating twenty or thirty centimeters above the ground, and shaking slightly in the shape of a wave.
"Whoa! Wayne! What's going on?"
"You actually took out such a big blanket from a small pocket, and your blanket can even float on the ground. What is this? It's amazing!"
When Bilbo saw the magic carpet thrown by Wayne, he was so surprised that his mouth was wide open.
Although the legends of wizards are widely circulated in Middle-earth, the people who can actually see wizards and see these spellcasters who can use witchcraft are as rare as phoenix feathers and horns.
In the face of Bilbo's surprise, Wayne smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he should not 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 to surprise you too much."
"I'm actually a demon hunter, a monster expert who travels around and helps people eliminate evil monsters."
"And under my feet is a magic carpet that can take me up to the sky, fly like a bird, and help me travel quickly around the world."
"Aren't you always curious about why I carry a sword? Because it is my weapon and helps me kill monsters."
"So, your worries are unnecessary. I don't need a horse, and no wild beast can hurt me. I will reach Bree Town soon, much faster than you think."
This magic carpet is about 1.2 meters wide, nearly 2 meters long, and only 2 centimeters thick. It looks delicate but a bit flimsy.
However, when a strong man like Wayne sat on it, it did not move at all, and it slowly rose and fell with his manipulation. It was obviously very easy to control.
Bilbo's mouth opened, his eyes widened, and his head seemed to be unable to turn when he heard Wayne's answer.
After about ten seconds, he slowly closed his mouth and circled around Wayne's magic carpet for several times. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't dare. He said in a high-pitched voice: "Oh my God! This is amazing! Really, all the hobbits in Hobbiton will definitely not believe that you can fly on a carpet!"
"This has to be witchcraft! Right?"
"I've heard legends and read books about wizards in this world. When I was a kid, there was a wizard with a white beard who always came to our place and set off fireworks for us."
Wayne reached out his hand to calm Bilbo's surprise, and while explaining, he jokingly said, "Although demon hunters and wizards are different professions, I can indeed cast some magic."
"By the way, I'm about to leave. Do you want to try the feeling of flying in the sky before I leave?"
"You are my friend, and I am willing to serve you."
Unfortunately, Mr. Bilbo is only forty years old now, and he wants to live for another forty years. Although his eyes are full of desire, the Hobbit's natural timidity and caution make him very hesitant.
Finally, Mr. Baggins circled Wayne's magic carpet three more times, reached out and touched the gorgeous and solemn patterns on the carpet, but still shook his head and said as if to comfort himself: "Forget it, Wayne, you have to hurry on your way, I won't waste your time."
"However, when you come back from Bree Town, you must let me see your magic properly. Then let me sit on this magic carpet and try what it feels like to fly like a bird."
Wayne shook his head regretfully. He waved goodbye to Bilbo, then controlled the magic carpet to circle Mr. Baggins twice, and then flew hundreds of meters into the air.
Under Mr. Baggins' fascinated gaze, it soon left Hobbiton and disappeared into the sky.
While flying at an altitude of 100 meters, one can't help but feel a little emotional.
Princess Jaina in the world of Azeroth is truly a clever lady. The magic flying carpet she made for a filial son is more useful than imagined.
When flying in the air, it is not only stable, fast and easy to control, but also does not consume much magic power. With Wayne's current magic power reserves, he does not need to rest even if he flies in the air for a whole day.
The only pity is that there is no chaos magic in Middle-earth. After Wayne's magic is exhausted, apart from taking potions to speed up his recovery, he can only eat and sleep to slowly replenish the chaos magic.
This also means that if he wants to fight in Middle-earth, he must use swordsmanship or alchemical bombs as his main means of attack, and the Witcher Sigil, which he is best at, can only be used as a trump card and with caution and restraint.
Fortunately, he still had the Doran's Ring on his finger, a magical equipment that could restore magic power through killing. When necessary, he could also use special means to speed up the recovery of his magic power.
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Bree is a rather old town. Originally it was a gathering place for humans, but with the various racial wars in the Second and Third Ages, the invasion of the Witch-king of Angmar, the migration of the Hobbits, and the escape of the Northern Dwarves hundreds of years ago.
Today, this town has become a small town where three races, Hobbits, Dwarves and Humans, live together. Because it has a large number of craftsmen and residents, this town is also a well-known trading place in the entire Bree area. Travelers and merchants from different kingdoms often take a short rest here.
In the largest blacksmith shop in Bree Town, the dwarf prince Thorin Oakenshield was concentrating on forging goods for sale as usual, but he was thinking about his own ideas in his heart.
Ever since the dwarves of Lonely Mountain fled to the south, under the leadership of the dwarf prince, they have worked for others, forged iron, grown food, hunted and fished, and engaged in various industries. They have gradually gone from suffering from hunger and cold in the beginning to living a stable life.
Unfortunately, because there are too few female dwarves, the population of the entire tribe is growing very slowly. In addition, the south is not an environment that the dwarves like after all. 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 has been missing his former hometown, the Lonely Mountain, more and more. Retaking the Lonely Mountain, a wish passed down from his grandfather, his father, and the entire Durin family, has gradually become the long-cherished wish of this dwarf prince.
Unfortunately, facing the evil dragon Smaug who is hundreds of meters long, facing this horrible monster that is invulnerable to swords and guns and cannot be harmed by any weapon, Thorin Oakenshield has no way to defeat this evil dragon so far.
The dwarf prince hammered the iron blank again and again, and the powerful force caused sparks to fly. Soon, a dagger forged from steel gradually took shape under the hammering of the dwarf prince. Several dwarf apprentices beside him pulled the bellows and learned seriously. They couldn't help but admire the superb craftsmanship of his royal highness among this tribe.
At this moment, there were suddenly several exclamations outside the blacksmith shop. Thorin Oakenshield, who was also standing at the door, subconsciously looked in the direction of the exclamations.
In the clear sky, a rectangular purple-gold blanket appeared 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 at the blanket floating on the ground. The purple, gold, yellow and green blanket automatically turned into a roll and fell into the man's hand.
Finally, in front of the surprised gazes of passers-by and Thorin, the handsome man took out a cloth bag from his arms, and then, as if performing magic, he stuffed the gorgeous blanket that was more than one meter long into the palm-sized cloth bag in his hand.
(End of this chapter)