[comprehensive] fake magician

They got closer and closer to the bright spot, and after passing through a gap, they finally entered a cave.Although the pungent putrid stench is choking, they have to say they are lucky, because just a little earlier, they would have to each deal with a terrible troll.

And now, what was supposed to be the scariest of the six crossings of Middle-earth, was left with nothing but treasures everywhere, and even the ready-made sacks that the trolls had used to hold the dwarves they had just caught a few hours earlier.

"Where did Sherlock and Watson go?" After looking away from the gold coins all over the floor, he looked behind him suspiciously.

"This is a dream, so don't feel weird," Clint gave a reasonable explanation.Even so, the three of them still feel a little regretful, after all, having a great detective by their side can help a lot.

But the truth is not the case, this is still the first dream that Sherlock and Watson entered halfway, that is to say, they are no longer the same as Kevin and others on the upper floor.

"We have to find a place to help you deal with the wound first," Clint looked at Kevin with concern.At this time, Stark didn't know what he kicked, and made a "clang".

"Come and see this." Stark picked up the sword on the ground. He gently pushed aside the spider web. Even though he knew nothing about cold weapons, the extremely exquisite patterns on the scabbard made him guess their value.

"It's perfect!" Clint exclaimed, and he immediately took it and played with it twice. This sword is not only light but also extremely sharp. It is a rare sword. "It's a pity to throw it here."

"Take it with you," Kevin said with a smile, "I don't know what dangers are outside, there is a sword just for self-defense."

"Take some more gold coins," Stark added, rubbing his hands.

Clint smiled and went out, and soon he brought back three ponies who had been separated from their masters, as if they were specially prepared for them.

In order for Kevin to find a place to heal his wounds as soon as possible, there were not many gold coins on each horse, but Clint unkindly packed all the swords away.

The three knights were ready to go. They bypassed the three huge monster stone sculptures outside the cave and came to a fork in the road.At this time, they encountered a difficulty. One road led to a large grassland strewn with rocks, and the other led to the depths of the dense forest, but neither of them seemed to be inhabited.

At this time, Stark threw a gold coin into the air, then grabbed it in the palm of his hand, and said, "Walk on the grass!"

"No, we should let them choose," Clint jumped off the horse, and then gently stroked the pony's mane and whispered in its ear.

Stark just wanted to make fun of it, but the pony suddenly seemed to understand, and took a few steps towards the dense forest. Clint stepped on the horse again, "Let's go this way."

"Maybe it's just that the grass is tenderer over there." Stark kissed the gold coin in his hand. "My lucky gold coin told me to go this way. It is my most loyal advisor."

"Tony, Jarvis should be sad when you say that." Kevin pulled the rein, "Don't forget that animals can detect danger in advance."

"Okay, listen to you," Stark shrugged and put the gold coins back into his pocket.

In this way, this unexpected adventure kicked off.

As the sky darkened, the shadows in the woods gradually deepened. They walked to the border of Shire, and there was a shout from the road covered by layers of trees not far away:

"Price jump, loss of money, big sale, pure hand-painted map of Middle-earth for only one silver coin!"

They couldn't help clamping the horse, the voice was getting closer and closer, and it seemed a little bit familiar.Oh, it turned out to be Cobb!

Seeing the three of them coming on horseback, Cobb first showed a look of surprise on his face, and then stopped in front of the horse seriously, "You can't just pass by like this!"

"Why?" Stark asked suspiciously.

"The people here are selfish and cruel. If they see you dressed as foreigners, they will definitely have evil intentions." Cobb said and ran to the small town of Bray, "wait for me here."

"Cobb!" Clint didn't have time to stop him, and turned his head to look at Kevin's shoulder worriedly.

Kevin responded with a smile, but didn't speak. The horse was bumping all the time, and the wound began to hurt so badly that he was afraid of grunting because of the pain.

Fortunately, Cobb came back with three cloaks not long after he left, "Did you buy this kind of horse because you don't know how to ride a horse? It's for dwarves."

"I picked up these horses," Clint explained as he put on his cloak. "There are several of these horses in the jungle, all equipped with saddles, but the owner is nowhere to be found."

"No wonder these horses look familiar," Cobb said thoughtfully, and then he was a little frightened by a guess, "God, Gandalf should be fine."

"Gandalf?" Clint and Stark asked simultaneously.

"My savior, a wizard in gray robes," Cobb said as he walked, "he rescued me from a group of orcs, and then took me to Shire, gave me a map, and asked me to use two The price of gold coins is sold, and if I succeed in selling one, he will give me another bag of silver coins. But the people who live there are hobbits, they are used to a comfortable life, and they don't want to go out to take risks..."

"Dwarves, half-orcs, I know, they are races in the World of Warcraft game," Stark interjected, "What are hobbits?"

"They are shorter than dwarves," Cobb explained with a smile, "but this is not the World of Warcraft you mentioned, but Middle Earth."

"Please continue," Kevin, who had been silent for a long time, said, showing great curiosity.

"One of them, Bilbo, probably sympathized with me, and bought the map after I had been camping out for three days. But Gandalf thought he was one of the few hobbits with an adventurous spirit, so he fooled him. Going to be snitches for the dwarves." Cobb shook his head, "God bless them."

"After they left, you bought pirated maps here to make a fortune?" Stark said with a smile.

"Isn't it just to find you?" Cobb was a little dissatisfied. For these avengers from another world, the Inception Group was once again involved in a dangerous situation. second floor.

"I take back what I just said," Stark glanced at Cobb apologetically.

After entering the small town of Bray, Cobb first took them to a herb store, but the boss refused to treat Kevin's wound and drove them out of the store.

Cobb was helpless, and led them to a blacksmith shop, where the one-eyed boss was his new friend, and he was honest.

"Warg hurt it." The blacksmith sneered, "That's why those cowards dare not treat it."

"No, it was a huge hound," Clint explained.

"There's no need to explain anything, I'm not afraid of offending those filthy orcs," the blacksmith said as he took out a red-hot iron bar and wanted to press it on the wound, but was stopped by Clint.

"If you want him to die, or have his whole hand crippled, stop me," said the blacksmith seriously.

"Kevin, hold on," Clint didn't stop, but instead helped hold Kevin's hand.Humans in this era have no rabies vaccine, so they can only use this simple method. He watched intently as the red-hot iron bar scalded Kevin's wound, as painful as scalding himself.

When dealing with the first scar, Kevin could still bite his cuff tightly, barely holding back his voice.Just when he thought he was done, the blacksmith brought another soldering iron.At this time, Kevin felt that his psychological defense had collapsed, and he couldn't help shouting, and Stark on the side had to come over and hold his hand forcibly.

After the three scars were treated, Kevin felt that his eyes were black and he had no strength at all. Clint carried him to the hotel.He was shaking all night without painkillers, and Clint took him in his arms and hummed.

"I haven't heard you sing before, your voice is very nice," Kevin said with difficulty.

"Really?" Clint was a little happy when he saw that Kevin finally spoke, "It was sung by my mother when I was a child and read bedtime stories."

Kevin was silent, he knew that Clint's parents died very early.

"I can't remember what she looked like, but I remember that song deeply," Clint sighed, "You know what happened later, and then Barney and I were adopted by Uncle Bernard. "

"Did Bernard beat you after I left?" Kevin couldn't help asking.

"It's been a long time," Clint blinked. "By the time he decided you wouldn't go back, my brother and I had already fled to the circus."

"I'm sorry, I could only do so much for you at that time," Kevin frowned. His arrival failed to change the miserable childhood of his loved one, which made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

"No, I heard it all back then, you wanted to take me away," Clint said seriously, "You should be glad you didn't. Maybe I'd fall in love with a handsome uncle, but you really had the heart to let me Do you live alone in the world when you are old?"

"Clint..." Kevin's blue eyes sparkled with emotion, he didn't expect Clint to say that.

"What I'm trying to say is, you look really cool beating up Berner," Clint said with a laugh.

Kevin also laughed, the wound didn't seem to hurt so much, and he gradually fell asleep leaning on Clint's firm chest.But Clint didn't really fall asleep. He embraced Kevin with gentle eyes. The interlacing of time and space made their meeting destined. The person who once guarded him should be guarded by him now.