It's stupid to slap yourself in the face.

However, there is no other way for the dwarves to keep themselves awake than this method.

This account will naturally also be counted on the head of the wood elf.

In order to stay sober, Lin Hai also slapped himself twice.

When Yang Gong saw Lin Hai doing this again, he immediately slapped himself a few times.

And the Iron Hammer and the Snow Emperor did not do so.

Yang Gong hurriedly said: "The two eldest sisters, when are they now?" You don't have to care about face, staying sober is the most important thing, if you are embarrassed to fan yourself, I can actually help, of course, please don't get me wrong, I am very sincere. ”

Emperor Xue said coldly: "We don't need your help. ”

Yang Gong said in surprise again: "But ......"

The Snow Emperor ignored Yang Gongzai, but slowly pulled out Boromir's sword, held the blade with his left hand, and then slashed hard.

Suddenly, a stream of dark red blood flowed down the blade.

Yang Gong felt palpitations after looking at it again.

…… This woman is so ruthless.

Is there a more ruthless woman in the world than this woman?

She actually cut her own hand to stay awake!

This is much more effective than a slap!

Xue Di quietly bandaged the wound, and when she felt that her consciousness was beginning to be in a trance, she clenched her fist hard.

In this way, the sharp pain was transmitted down the nerves to her brain, and the trance state was relieved.

Yang Gong turned his gaze to the hammer curiously, he wanted to know how the hammer did it.

The hammer also held the Snow Emperor's Boromir sword, and with a hard pinch of his fingers, Yin Hong's blood flowed out.

…… These two women are ruthless characters!

Yang Gong sighed leisurely again, and subconsciously walked away from the Iron Hammer and the Snow Emperor.

Thorin shouted, "We can't waste time here, keep going!" ”

Balin gasped and said, "What about Pomber?" ”

Pombo was snoring and sleeping soundly.

"Let me come!" Beaufer parted from the crowd and stumbled over to Pomber, rounded his arm, and slapped him twice in the face.

These two blows are really not light, and the flesh on Pomber's face is trembling, but Pomber himself is still asleep.

Beaufer couldn't help but frown, then gathered his strength, rounded his arm again, and slapped him twice.

These two blows were heavier, and Pomber's entire body was trembling, but instead of waking up, Pomber's snoring became louder.

Beaufer was annoyed, and was about to push him harder again, but Chili pushed him away.

Chili clutched an arrow in his hand, "Let me do it." ”

After saying that, he directly pierced the sharp arrow into Pomber's thigh.

A stream of blood poured out of Pomber's thigh, but Pombo still didn't wake up.

The dwarves were all stunned.

The magic effect of this river is too strong, fortunately it is only Pomber who has been tricked, and if everyone falls into the river, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Damn Wood Elves!" Thorin clenched his fists in hatred.

Balin asked in a low voice, "Thorin, what should we do now?" ”

Thorin frowned and said, "We must continue to move forward and not stop for a moment. ”

"What about Pomber?" Bahrain asked.

It's a serious problem, Pomber doesn't know when he'll wake up, and his weight is the biggest obstacle for the entire Dwarven Expedition.

The best thing for the team would be to put Pombo here and the others travel lightly.

But in this case, it is tantamount to giving up Pomber's life.

The Dwarven Expedition is all related by kinship, and if Thorin really gives up Pombo like this, not to mention that the other members of the Dwarven Expedition will not forgive him, even he will not forgive himself.

In any case, they were going to take Pomber with them.

Thorin frowned and said, "Go and chop some branches, make an improvised stretcher, and we'll take turns carrying Pomber." ”

"Yes!"

Such a decision would have put a strain on the team, but at least they wouldn't have lost Pomber.

The stretcher was quickly ready, and the lovers put Pomber on the stretcher, and then carried Pombo on the road with a snort.

They were already moving slowly, and now they're even slower.

Slowerness means they inhale more ammonia.

And the more ammonia they inhale, the more weakened their combat power will be.

This does not bode well.

They carried Pombo away from the riverbank, away from the magical waters, and along the path of elven bricks.

After climbing a rugged hillside, Bilbo, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and looked not far away.

There was a ray of sunlight shining through the gap in the canopy, and a pure white stag stood in the sunlight, staring at Bilbo with black eyes.

It was not like the eyes of an animal, but rather the eyes of a highly intelligent being.

The stag was holy, and the antlers on its head were like a door to the elves.

Bilbo was stunned for a moment, he had never seen such a beautiful creature, especially in such a dark and oppressive place, the existence of this stag was like a dream.

Bilbo patted himself the cheek to make sure he wasn't really dreaming.

Neither the light nor the deer had disappeared.

So it's not a dream.

Bilbo was about to tell the others about this scene, but when he turned around, he saw Thorin with a fierce face and a longbow drawn.

Bilbo hurriedly exclaimed, "No! No! ”

However, it was too late, and Thorin's arrow shot out with rage.

The stag was frightened and ran away.

Bilbo's anger exploded at once, and he yelled at Thorin, "What are you doing! It's just a deer! ”

Thorin said coldly, "Yes, that's the deer of the wood elves, and it's here to laugh at us. ”

"You!" Bilbo roared angrily, "It's hopeless! ”

Bilbo has a very gentle personality and has never quarreled with anyone, but since he had the ring, his mood has become more and more irritable.

Balin hurriedly stepped forward to play the round, "Thorin didn't want to shoot the deer, you see, didn't it already run away?" ”

Bilbo spun his fist angrily, his fingers subconsciously reaching into the pocket of his vest, and then he ignored Thorin and continued on his way.

Thorin didn't say anything more, and continued with the group.

His heart was a little heavy and uneasy.

Not because of the argument with Bilbo, but because he really wanted to shoot the deer, but he missed his head.

His combat effectiveness is no longer even half of what he is doing in a normal state.