Ignoring Gandalf's muttering, looking at Bilbo who was walking over, Morgan signaled with a cigarette pole, "Do you want to have a sip?"

"No thanks, I have it here..."

Bilbo smiled and refused, took out his pipe and shook it, and sat next to Gandalf.

"I'm right..."

Gandalf continued to speak, Morgan smoked the remaining tobacco with one sip, knocked the cigarette shit clean, handed it to Gandalf, and said disgusted, "Okay, you can shut up."

"Ha ha..."

Gandalf laughed and immediately took the cigarette pole and filled it with the tobacco.

The night is getting darker.

The crescent moon in the sky will disappear into the clouds.

In the temporary camp, only the bonfire was still burning.

In front of the fire, except for the night watch dwarf who dozed off like a pecking rice, the other dwarfs were already asleep.

Everything around was quiet, as if the whole world had fallen asleep.

Holding the cross sword, she fell asleep against the huge rock, Morgan suddenly felt an extremely dangerous palpitations coming.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a group of more than a dozen orcs wearing armor and ugly and hideous bodies quietly touching into the temporary camp with weapons.
Chapter completed!