All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 129: Sucking Le

Rivendell, the last home east of the sea.

It is located in a secluded and beautiful valley, with gurgling mountain streams and rivers. Outsiders cross the water on a narrow bridge without guardrails and arrive at the elves' settlement, a complex of exquisite, majestic, white and elegant buildings. Immortal elves roam among them, and the local lord Elrond is a mixture of humans and elves.

The original book of "The Hobbit" praised Elrond in this way, saying that he was as handsome as an elf nobleman, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as virtuous as a dwarf king, and as kind as summer.Proper polygon player.Not only is it powerful, but it also has a good temperament.

The elves and dwarves have been at odds for generations, but Elrond didn't mind opening his heart to Thorin and the others. He also arranged a banquet for the guests, and provided shelter and medical treatment to help the injured warriors tide over the difficulties.

The elves' herbal medicine was extremely effective, but after just one night, those arrow wounds and knife wounds had all healed. Everyone is so energetic again.

Even though he received decent and meticulous hospitality, Thorin was still not used to being with his old enemy, so he led the team to leave Rivendell while the next day was still early.Only Bilbo is reluctant to part with this beautiful outside world, but after staying here for a day, his nostalgia is lost, and in the end he still misses Dumbledore's encouragement and continues this dangerous adventure.

The expedition team continued to move forward, and soon entered the Misty Mountains. This section of the road was extremely difficult to walk. When trekking on the steep mountain walls, there was often a fear of losing one's footing and falling to death.

One night when it rained heavily, the rock giants were playing and playing in the valley. Each of the huge rocks they threw was as thick as seven people could hold it together. They were as powerful as the stone bullets thrown by the trebuchet. They hit the mountain wall and rained down a shower of stones. , smashed the heads of everyone on the way.

Everyone was afraid that this group of rock giants would continue to make trouble and break the mountain road. In the rainy night, thunder rolled, and everyone's heart beat soared to the sky.In the end, Fili and Kili brothers found a dry and empty cave, and everyone went in to take shelter from the rain.

I was so frightened that night that I didn't even light a bonfire, so I made do with my smelly, wet clothes.

But the matter didn't stop there. Everyone didn't check the cave carefully last night. They only saw that the cave was empty and there was no sign of danger, so they slept here peacefully, but in fact this was the exit of a half-orc settlement.They are sheep at the mouth of a tiger, and the dwarves are rushing to their homes.

The next day, the orcs pouring out of the deep passage in the cave collided with them head-on.

"Oh." Bilbo muttered that something was wrong. The dwarves picked up their weapons to resist, and there was another chaotic fight. There were too many orcs coming out, and it was not easy to stretch out their fists and feet in the cave. After all, Thorin and others were He was no match for him and was captured alive by these evil guys.

The expedition team was escorted by orcs and went deep into this complex cave. The scene here surprised and scared everyone. There was actually a kingdom of orcs in the heart of the mountain, or a tribe. In short, the number of orcs here was huge and should not be underestimated. , thrived under the rule of a fat, tall, troll-like chief, and were not the same group as the orcs who rode wolves a few days ago.

Thorin and the others were all caught in front of the half-orc chief, and it seemed that they were about to go through a judgment. The local chief decided whether they should live or die, whether they should be chopped up or left as coolies.

Bilbo was thinking of a way out of the predicament and looked around. The cave was very complicated and quite empty, but it could barely be considered a closed space. There was no wind, so there was no need to worry about the laughter potion being blown away. The Snitch was evaluating the best time to use the potion. Before that, the filter had to be delivered to everyone, but this was a big problem.

The orc chief was very proud and sang with great enthusiasm. As soon as he started singing, the dwarves showed pain, while the surrounding orcs were in high spirits and immersed in this beautiful singing voice that killed people without blood.

After singing the song, the chief began to interrogate, "Where are you from? With elven weapons! Dishonest, hum."

No matter how the dwarves joked and defended themselves, the chief waved his hand lazily, "Bring me the meat grinder, and the bone crusher, and I will treat my guests well."

Bilbo quietly took out the filter from the bag and put it into Thorin's hand next to him. He handed it to Dwalin next to him, and Dwalin handed it to Balin, one by one. Slowly, everyone had them in their hands. With a filter.

They had all seen how Bilbo used it, too.Everyone knows it's time to use wizard stuff to get out of trouble.

The small movements of this group of people attracted the chief's attention, and he could see clearly from a high place.

"Hey! What are your plans?" As soon as the chief spoke, the orcs around him made a noise.

Bilbo yelled cleverly, "I've come to present a present to Your Majesty! I'm sure you'll laugh!"

"What gift? Take it out!"

Said the Hobbit Snitch, "This gift will fly away when it comes out, so there must be a great deal of people together to keep it from escaping."

The chief waved his hand nonchalantly, and all the orcs from the tribe came over and surrounded the group of dwarves.

"Is the gift you mentioned funny or not?"

"It's funny, it's very happy after inhaling it." The hobbit touched his face, and there was a small black square under his nose. The dwarves next to him followed suit and also put on filters.

"Take it out. Take it out quickly." "Hurry up, hurry up." The half-orcs didn't realize that things had quietly changed. Only a few of them laughed at the dress of these dwarves, "They're so ugly, look at their faces." , like a mustache, I’ve never seen such a silly look.”

Facing the fierce crowd, Bilbo felt a strong desire to speak in his chest. He quickly suppressed this inexplicable impulse and took out the potion of laughter.

The potion was packed in a small silver jar, with an unremarkable appearance and some difficult-to-understand German words printed on it. He tried to pull out the stopper, and a puff of green gas spewed out, turning into a faint mist that filled the air. Come.

He also felt that the potion spread too slowly, so he raised the bottle above his head and dumped it forward.

"What kind of gift is this? Isn't it just a breath of air? Haha, hahahaha..."

"Does it smell good? It's a bit spicy, hehe, hehehehe..."

"It smells like old mother's overnight fart, hee hee, hee hee hee hee..."

The orcs around him were puzzled and laughed wildly as they spoke. When the orc chief heard that this stuff smelled like farts, he took two deep breaths quietly and then laughed loudly: "It does smell like farts! Ho ho, ho. Ho ho ho…”

This group of orcs laughed wildly in the cave and reverberated, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

More orcs heard the sound and came over. They seemed to realize that something was wrong.

"They want to escape, stop them!"

Bilbo quickly distributed the remaining potion to the dwarves in the expedition. They all imitated the same example and raised the potion bottle above their heads. When they saw people, they poured the potion on their heads. Wherever they passed, there was a boiling atmosphere. Ocean of joy.

The overly strong potion gathered in the cave, especially in the low-lying areas, and the air turned green. The orcs inhaled a large amount of high-concentration laughter potion. They laughed more and more unscrupulously, their faces turned into masks of pain, their throats became hoarse from laughter, and their stomachs almost burst from laughter. They laughed until they were breathless and diaphragmatic. Their membranes cramped, and they fell to the ground and rolled around one by one.

The members of the expedition team had serious faces. In the green smoke, their figures wearing filters made this group of orcs unforgettable for the rest of their lives. From now on, in this tribe, the story of the laughing devil will be passed down from generation to generation. Legend has it that they have black hair. Mustache, raises his hands when he sees someone, and uses a special gas as a weapon.

"Hehe...they...hehe, they escaped!"

The chief laughed so hard that he fell off his throne. He rolled like a fat ball and fell into a huge crack. He died of joy. The orcs around him all laughed and shed tears. They smashed them with stones. He slapped his companions in the face, but everyone was still laughing hard!

The expedition team fled quickly, all the way out of the cave, and stepped into the vast land behind the misty mountains. The cave behind them still echoed with ecstatic laughter, like the soft song of the mountains.

I'm sure going to hell when I die (Lol)