"Go, go, go! Let's move quickly!"
Gandalf led the way, his posture with the magic staff resembling an old man, but his strides were so brisk that the Dwarves had to jog to keep up.
Among the fourteen Dwarves, the roundest and fattest, Bombo, could barely keep pace.
At the moment, they were incredibly tense, being stirred up by the numerous Warg Riders, their minds muddled, with only one thought left: "Leave quickly."
To the extent that they didn't notice that under Gandalf's leadership, despite having run for nearly ten minutes, the Warg Riders were still less than two hundred meters away.
Only the calmest leader, Sorlin Oak Shield, after nearly stepping out from the shadow of a rock and being seen by the Warg Riders, raised his head to question Gandalf.
"This route... where exactly are you taking us?"
But Gandalf did not speak.
Seeing the Warg Riders brush past them, Sorlin had no time to pursue the question and could only continue following.
"Wow!"
