Chapter 4: Departure
At night, Bilbo was restless.
"I'm going to tidy up the room so you can sleep. It's the empty room inside."
"I'll come too." Levi followed.
Bilbo did not refuse.
While bending down to help clean up the room, Levi finally asked a question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time:
"Speaking of which, what time is it now?"
"Now? Of course it's night. Normally most people are asleep at this time."
While answering, Bilbo lifted a small box that was a little intrusive. Levi took it and placed it outside the door.
Both of their hands are not idle.
Levi shook his head: "No, I mean, what year and time is it now."
"Oh, this year, this year is 1340, and it's May now."
1340.
Clang.
"Ouch——"
Inadvertently, Levi's head hit the eaves of the house. His life bar shook, but the blood was not deducted.
The year 1340 of the Shire calendar is the year 2940 of the Third Age.
When did the dwarves' journey to the Lonely Mountain begin?
It should be the end of April 1341.
In other words, the current timeline is one year before the Lonely Mountain Expedition begins.
At this time, Gandalf was still on the way, and Thorin was still wandering and working.
Dwarves, elves, humans, Orcs, wargs.
Evil dragon, golden mountain.
So big eye, Dol Guldur.
war.
The One Ring…
A series of words flashed through Levi's mind.
At the same time, there was a black figure growing in the pupils.
"Are you okay, Levi?"
indistinct--
Levi's eyes trembled as he recovered from his daze.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I'm fine, I just bumped into it accidentally."
"I guess you are considered tall among humans." Bilbo teased.
"Of course, I'm 1.85 meters tall!"
Levi subconsciously puffed up his chest.
Boom!
The health bar jumped.
His waist immediately bent again.
"puff."
Looking at the grinning Levi, Bilbo couldn't help laughing.
Levi covered his head and shook his head.
What can be done in one year?
Peaceful days always pass quickly.
A few days later.
One time after a late-night supper, Levi sat on a small chair in the garden with a weed in his mouth, gazing at an unusually bright and conspicuous star in the night sky.
If an ordinary person comes to this world, he will have nothing to rely on - even if he understands the historical trend of the Lord of the Rings, what he can do in one year is quite limited. Maybe even figuring out where he is and how to survive will be a problem. .
However, Levi is destined not to worry about this.
Crunch.
"Levi, it's very late, why don't you go to bed?"
Levi turned his head and saw Bilbo pushing the door open.
"Right now, I want to look at the stars outside for a while."
"Okay, remember to lock the door later."
Bilbo went back to the house first.
Levi yawned, looked at his full life bar, and his overflowing hunger. He suddenly jumped up from his chair, turned around, and carefully looked at this cozy Hobbit hole.
It's actually not bad to live peacefully like this.
Of course, the premise is that this life will not be destroyed by anything...
Early the next morning.
At dawn, there was a rustling sound at the door of the small hobbit hole.
In a daze, Bilbo opened his eyes with difficulty, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and poked his head out of the door of the room.
"Levi?"
Seeing Levi dressed neatly at the door, Bilbo asked:
"Are you going out?"
Levi stopped and turned around.
"The journey waits for no one. I'm leaving, Mr. Baggins."
As he spoke, Levi bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your hospitality during this time. Please let me repay you next time we meet."
Bilbo blinked several times and suddenly became energetic.
"Why don't you stay a few more days? I still have a lot of things I haven't introduced to you..."
Levi glanced at him with a smile.
Bilbo choked on the words that came to his mouth, knowing that it seemed that he could not keep this person today no matter what.
"Partings are common, but I believe we will meet again soon, Mr. Baggins." Levi said meaningfully.
"I'm going on my adventure."
Is it risky...
Something in Bilbo's heart was vaguely aroused, but immediately fell silent and just shook his head.
"Then please wait a moment, Levi."
After saying this, Baggins quickly ran into the inner room, and then ran to the storage shelf. After a while, he picked up a bundle and handed it to Levi's hand.
"Bring this with you!"
"This is…?"
"Some food, I think you must need this. You always need rations when traveling, right."
Levi was stunned for a moment.
He took the bundle, knelt down, patted Bilbo's shoulder gently, and said sincerely: "Thank you, my friend."
Although the two of them had only known each other for a few days, they were very happy getting along. Coupled with Levi's system-level cooking skills and casual stories, the relationship between one person and one hobbit was already quite good.
"Levi, you must come again!"
This hobbit, who had never left the Shire, was a little reluctant to leave.
Levi smiled and nodded: "I will."
Parting seems to be a common thing in this land.
Without too much lyricism, just a simple wave of hand, the two returned to their own tracks.
Although a little embarrassed, before leaving, Levi still shamelessly asked Bilbo to help him get a map.
In fact, as a story audience with a God's perspective, Levi is also familiar with the geography of Zhongzhou, but no matter how familiar he is, after all, he has not really walked it, it is safer to have a map.
The Shire, where all the stories begin.
To the north are the ruins of the Kingdom of Arnor and the Angmar Plateau.
To the west are Lindon and the Blue Mountains.
To the east, after crossing the Brandy Bridge, it is Bree, and further east is the Lonely Land, where wanderers often wander around. They monitor the evil in the east and guard this wilderness in secret.
To the south of the road between the Brandy Bridge and Bree, there are two large areas:
The Old Forest and the Barrow Hills.
Both areas are uninhabited, and there are always strange rumors, so you need to be careful to avoid them.
Anyone who has played Minecraft knows that players of Minecraft always have to have a base before they can develop, otherwise they will be blocked everywhere for various reasons.
Only with a fixed residence can people feel at ease.
After thinking about it, Levi's eyes were fixed on one place.
A large area east of Bree.
A zone called the Lonely Land.
It is vast and sparsely populated, and it is suitable for building a home.
Of course, there are actually many places that meet these two conditions.
There is an important reason for choosing to build a home here: that is, in the future, both the Lonely Mountain Expedition and the Ring Bearer will pass through that area.
Levi must join in this bustle.
It would be much more convenient if there was a base there.
Do it right away.
Put away the map and identify the direction.
From dawn to dusk, Levi ran on the road, rushing eastward without stopping.
A few days ago, Levi discovered that as long as there was enough food, his physical strength was unlimited and he would not feel tired.
The price was that the food would be consumed quickly.
Bilbo gave enough food for a normal hobbit for a week, but Levi consumed half of it in just one day.
That was enough food for a hobbit's appetite for a week.
But correspondingly, the efficiency was also very good.
In just one day, Levi crossed several Shire towns, crossed the Brandy Bridge, and came to the old forest and the ancient tombs.
He was a thousand-mile horse among men, and he could keep running as long as there was enough food.
At this moment, the sky had completely darkened.
However, the sky was not dim.
With the help of the starlight, Levi found a not very thick dead tree on the side of the road and took out a stone axe.
Dongdongdongdongdong...
Soon, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and the whole dead tree broke from the bottom and fell to the ground.
Plop!
In the silent wilderness, the sound of the dead tree falling to the ground was particularly obvious.
Levi didn't care, but continued to chop the fallen tree trunk with a stone axe, dividing the dry natural firewood into several small pieces as firewood.
A moment later, a bonfire was ignited.
Levi took out a large bag of food from Bilbo's backpack.
This bag of food was counted as one item and only took up one position.
But if the food inside was taken out, it would have to take up another position.
Levi guessed that the things put into the same inventory had to be either exactly the same and could be stacked, or they had to be counted as "one whole".
Thinking casually, while he skewered a few sausages with sticks and roasted them by the campfire, Levi was thinking about various synthesis.
Shields, armor, these things that can most directly protect oneself and increase combat effectiveness, none of them.
All lacked the most critical thing:
Iron.
Seeing that the campfire was burning a little weak, Levi took out a few sticks out of thin air to fill it in.
If someone happened to pass by at this moment, they would probably exclaim and regard Levi as a "wizard" with magical powers.
With nothing to do, Levi took out the stone sword to play with and look at it.
A line of description appeared:
[Stone Sword·Attack Power +5]
This weapon looks like a craftsman who has carefully carved it bit by bit. The surface is as smooth as jade, the sides are extremely sharp, and the blade is quite solid, almost as good as metal products.
It is simply a perfect work of art.
Levi looked at it carefully, and felt that it was worth marveling at no matter how many times he looked at it.
With such a fine quality, it can be auctioned directly as a collection.
Creak.
The burning wood behind him suddenly made a sound, and Levi remembered that he was still roasting sausages.
However, when he turned around, he found that the fire was a little darker.
Is this stick burning so fast?
Although he was confused, he couldn't put out the fire, because the sausages were not cooked yet.
Levi took out a few sticks and threw them into the fire.
However, the next moment, it seemed to hit something.
There was a bang.
His heart jumped suddenly, and Levi suddenly raised his head.
He saw a mummified head with red eyes and a layer of dry and gray scalp sticking out from the shadows, staring down at him condescendingly.