It's so stupid to slap yourself in the face.

However, there is no other way for the dwarf to keep himself awake except this method.

This account is naturally counted on the wood elves.

In order to stay awake, Lin Hai slapped himself twice.

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

But the Hammer and the Snow Emperor did not do this.

Mr. Yang hurriedly said, "Two big sisters, when is it now? You don't have to care about face. Staying awake is the most important thing. If you are embarrassed to slap yourself, I can actually help you. Of course, please don't get me wrong. I'm very sincere."

Xuedi said coldly: "We don't need your help."

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

Emperor Xue ignored Yang Gong again, but slowly pulled out the Boromir Sword, held the blade with his left hand, and then stroked it hard.

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

After watching it again, Mr. Yang felt palpitations.

...This woman is so cruel.

Is there any woman in this world who is more cruel than this woman?

She actually cut her hands to maintain her sanity!

This is much more effective than slapping the face!

Emperor Xue quietly bandaged the wound. When she felt that her consciousness began to be dazed, she clenched her fists hard.

In this way, the severe pain was transmitted to her brain along the nerves, and her trance was relieved.

Mr. Yang turned his gaze to the hammer curiously, and he wanted to know how the hammer was made.

The hammer also held the Snow Emperor's Boromir Sword, and squeezed his fingers hard, and Yin Hong's blood flowed out.

...These two women are both tough characters!

Mr. Yang sighed leisurely and subconsciously walked away from the side of the Iron Hammer and the Snow Emperor.

Thorin shouted loudly: "We can't waste our time here, keep moving forward!"

Bahrain gasped and said, "What should I do if Pombo?"

Pombo was snoring and sleeping sweetly.

"Let me do it!" Pophur separated everyone, stumbled toward Pombo, swung his arms, and slapped Pombo's face twice.

These two moves were really not easy. The flesh on Pang Bo's face was trembling, but Pang Bo himself was still asleep.

Pofer couldn't help frowning, then accumulated some strength, swung his arm again, and slapped twice.

These two strokes were even heavier, and Pang Bo's entire body was trembling and shaking, but instead of Pang Bo's not awake, his snoring became louder.

Bovert was suddenly a little annoyed. Just as he was about to exert force again, Qili pushed him away.

Qili held a sharp arrow in his hand, "Let me do it."

After saying that, he directly stabbed the sharp arrow into Pombo's thigh.

A stream of blood emerged from Pombo's thigh, but Pombo still did not wake up.

All the dwarves present were stunned.

The magic effect of this river is really too strong. Fortunately, it was only Pang Bo who was caught. If everyone fell into the river, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Damn wood elf!" Thorin clenched his fists hatefully.

Bahrain asked in a low voice: "Sorin, what should we do now?"

Thorin frowned and said, "We must keep moving forward and can't stop for a moment."

"What about Pombo?" Bahrain asked.

This is a very serious problem. Pombo didn't know when he would wake up, and his weight was the biggest obstacle to the entire Dwarf Expedition.

The most beneficial way for the team is to put Pombo here and then the others will go into battle lightly.

But in this case, it would be equivalent to giving up Pomber's life.

The Dwarf Expedition Team is all related by blood. If Thorin really gave up Pang Bo like this, let alone other members of the Dwarf Expedition Team would not forgive him, and would say that they would not even forgive themselves.

In any case, they will take Pombo with them.

Thorin frowned and said, "Go and cut some branches and make a simple stretcher, and we take turns carrying Ponbur away."

"yes!"

Although such a decision will increase the burden on the team, at least they will not lose Pombo.

The stretcher was soon ready, and the lovers put Pombo on the stretcher, and then carried Pombo on the road with a groan.

Their speed of progress was already very slow, but now it's even slower.

Slowing the speed means that they inhaled more ammonia.

The more ammonia gas it inhales, the more powerful their combat effectiveness will be weakened.

This is not a good sign.

They carried Pombo away from the river bank, away from the magical river water, and walked along the elves' square brick road.

After climbing over a rugged hillside, Bilbo, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and looked at the distance with a blurry look.

A ray of sunlight shone through the gaps of the tree canopy, and a pure white stag stood under the sunlight, with black eyes staring at Bilbo.

It doesn't look like an animal's vision, but rather the vision of a creature with higher intelligence.

The tart was extremely holy, and the antlers on its head were like an elf gate.

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

Bilbo patted himself on the cheek hard to determine if he was really dreaming.

Neither the light nor the deer disappeared.

So this is not a dream.

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

Bilbo quickly exclaimed: "No! No!"

However, it was too late to do anything, and Thorin's arrow shot out with anger.

The stag was frightened and ran away with hooves.

Bilbo's anger suddenly burst out, and he shouted loudly at Thorin: "What are you doing! That's just a deer!"

Thorin said coldly: "Yes, that's the wood elf's deer, who is here to laugh at us."

"You!" Bilbo roared angrily: "It's hopeless!"

Bilbo has a very gentle personality and he never quarrels with others, but since he had that ring, his mood has become more and more irritable.

Bahrain hurriedly stood up to smooth things over, "Sorin did not want to shoot the deer. Look, hasn't it escaped?"

Bilbo turned his fist angrily, and subconsciously reached into the vest's pocket. Then he ignored Thorin and continued to move forward.

Thorin didn't say anything else and followed the team to continue moving forward.

His mood was a little heavy and uneasy.

It was not because of the argument with Bilbo, but because he really wanted to shoot the deer just now, but he missed his head.

His combat power is not even half as good as that in normal state.
Chapter completed!