Marvel's I am the Primordial Beast

Look at the blade that is only a few centimeters away from him, Sorin knew that he was too big and still underestimated this assassin.

Sorin has always felt faintly that someone is following him behind him. Just like in the past, these guys were motivated by the reward offered by the dark power to find him. As for who is Asog's son Bo Ge did it. As for why he did it, it was naturally for revenge.

After 100 years of survival, Sorin is not uncommon for assassination. Even when he is already in a passive state, relying on his muscle memory, he can make evasive actions unimaginable by ordinary people in a short period of time.

Thorin's body tilted and spun toward his body, one foot kicking up at the assassin's dagger-grabbing wrist.

Assassin is not a simple character either. He flipped his wrist slightly to avoid Sorin's raised foot, stabbed his body over Sorin, and aimed the dagger at Sorin's throat with a forward somersault.

"Strangle"

Ding

The dagger came across, and Sorin held his wrist to resist. The wrist guard made of black iron resisted the assassin's fatal knife to his neck.

The assassin frowned slightly after hearing the sound of metal colliding, knowing that his attack failed, the assassin was not discouraged.

He flipped back to the ground, kicked his feet on the ground, and then with the strength of his legs, he launched a second assassination towards Sorin with his arms crossed.

This

Sorin's body spun around, and the wide black iron sword on his back was stabbed. Sorin made a roundabout kick, and kicked the assassin's abdomen in a roundabout way.

The assassin bent his knees to resist Thorin's kick, and the strength of this kick pushed the assassin away from Thorin.

Sorin turned around, pulled out the black iron sword behind his back, pointed the tip of the sword at the black-clothed assassin, and said in a low voice, "It's a good hand, but it's a pity that you met me, Sorin-Oak Shield."

The assassin threw a dagger at Thorin with his right hand, and Thorin easily bounced it off with the black iron sword.

The assassin clenched his left hand tightly and fell towards the ground. The gray-white smoke suddenly rose to cover the assassin's movement. Sorin was on guard, waiting for the smoke to disperse and the assassin disappeared.

The assassination was anticlimactic, Sorin couldn't help frowning, and suddenly smelled a bloody smell, curiosity drove Sorin to take a few steps away in the direction of the assassin assassinating him.

In the grass, a human with a mask on his face and a crossbow in his hand fell to the ground. Seeing the mark of the dark forces on the opponent's arm, Sauron couldn't help frowning again.

The one who died was obviously an assassin who threw himself into the darkness, and he felt that someone was following him, so it should be him, so the one who killed him

Who is it?

Through careful inspection, Sorin found that the other party's fatal wound was in the neck, his throat was cut open by a small sharp knife, and he died silently.

Recalling the assassin who attacked me just now, it seems that I didn't feel the killing intent from him. Could it be that the attack just now was just to test myself?

impossible!

Could it be that the so-called wizard was actually a trick played by Gandalf the magician.

It is not impossible, after all, he is somewhat disliked by dwarves.

Guessing is guessing, and Thorin is not sure that Gandalf arranged it. He looked around and left quietly after confirming that there was no danger.

After Sorin left, the black-clothed assassin came to the dead assassin after a while, took out a small bottle from his pocket, and dropped a drop of golden liquid on the dead assassin's body.

The golden liquid came into contact with the corpse, and the corpse disappeared at a simple speed with the naked eye.

After the corpse disappeared, the black-clothed assassin said that the weapons of the assassins on the ground gathered up and disappeared into the lush green grass of Shire.

As night fell again, Gandalf came to the tavern in the village, ordered some beer and food casually, and sat in the corner watching Bilbo Baggins, who was eating and drinking.

The hobbits around Gandalf gulped down beer mugs. Some hobbits who drank too much were singing and dancing together. The whole tavern was filled with a joyful atmosphere, as if all the darkness in the world could not affect them.

"Dried tofu, what's there to see with stupid Twolegs"

Garfield jumped across to Gandalf who was observing Bilbo, and used the idea of ​​an orthodox cat to talk to Gandalf, in order to dispel his concerns about himself, so that Gandalf would take him on this expedition.

"My name is Gandalf, not dry tofu, and why are you calling a hobbit a stupid two-legged beast?"

"Don't they have two feet? They don't even know that the dark power is coming from outside, so they know that eating is not stupid." Garfield took out a gold coin and pressed it in front of Gandalf: "Order a big meal for me, and the leftovers It's up to you"

Gandalf looked at the gold coin pushed by Garfield's paw, observed it curiously and felt that there was some dark aura on it, and immediately asked Garfield: "Where did you get this gold coin?"

"Where did it come from? Naturally, it is my labor income. If you want to know, order me a meal first."

Garfield's clothes were not certified. No matter how Gandalf asked, he refused to say that he was helpless. He could only order a sumptuous meal according to Garfield's request.

Leaning on Gandalf to build himself up to the order to do it, Garfield nodded with satisfaction: "This is what it should be like. You only want to know the information is fair and traded. Now I will tell you where they come from."

Garfield's paw pointed to the direction where Sorin was assassinated: "A dwarf with black hair and stinking was assassinated just now."

black hair

dwarf

"Thorin!" Gandalf asked Garfield eagerly, "how is he, is he hurt?"

"died"

"what!"

"A brood of assassins died"

"That's good"

"There is still a litter alive"

"what!"

"The brood of assassins helped that black-haired dwarf kill another brood. By the way, the brood that died has the mark of dark power on it, and it is a fallen human."

Huh, Gandalf was so frightened by Garfield's intermittent news that his heart almost jumped out. (?＞?＜)☆

Staring at Garfield's cat face, Gandalf looked at Garfield with some resentment in his eyes: "Can you explain the matter clearly in one breath in the future, it will scare people to death?"

"You're not a human, how can you scare people to death?" Watching the tavern owner bring up the first dish of roast pork, Garfield smelled the aroma of roast meat and took a sip: "Well, not bad, I feel that these hobbits are not useless either"

Gandalf: "Why do you say that?"

Pointing to the barbecue in front of him: "At least they are very talented in food, I have decided to recruit a hobbit as a chef"

Facing Garfield, who was impulsive, Gandalf showed a dumbfounding expression on his face: "It's fine as you like."

An orange cat that can eat and drink very well will naturally attract the attention of the hobbits. They raise their glasses to Garfield to signal to drink together, and these guys don't care why a cat can drink so much.

Garfield was not too polite, and quickly became friends with the hobbits, happily drinking in the middle of the night, Garfield officially established diplomatic relations with them.

On the fourth night, when the appointed time came, Garfield pestered Gandalf to Bilbo's house.

To be continued