Chapter 1057 1039. The Evil Dragon
“This is different from what we promised, Gandalf!”
After the banquet was over, Elrond brought a wizard and There is an 'agent of the wizard' traveling to another place in Rivendell.
On the road, Lann, who was following Elrond, lowered his voice and tilted his head to Gandalf beside him.
The old wizard still doesn’t dare to let the foot that ‘knocks on the table’ on the dining table touch the ground. He bounces up and down when he walks, and his long beard that reaches his belly also trembles.
But the old man held the wand in one hand, and there was nothing strange about his face.
"Just help me, Lan En!"
Gandalf also muttered vaguely in a low voice.
"This is not a trivial matter. I can't speak out enough! Besides, didn't you really follow Radagast to Dolguldu and watch it? What I said is right!"< br>
“I saw it with my own eyes at the scene, but this does not mean that I am Radagast’s agent.”
Lan En decisively opened up the loopholes in the old wizard's mouth.
“Have you asked his opinion?”
“You can rest assured.” Gandalf confidently pulled out the pipe from his belt and held it in his mouth.
"Radagast and I have been friends for a long time, longer than you can imagine, and I know him very well."
Then, the old wizard's His tone betrayed sincerity.
"I need help, Lan. Just like Radagast needed your help in Mirkwood."
"Do you think I am a good person?"
The witcher looked at Gandalf expressionlessly.
The old wizard clicked his pipe and blew out a perfect smoke ring happily.
"How can I say this? But if you can lend a helping hand, I promise. Haha!"
"This will be very beneficial to you, and very interesting to me!"
Lan raised an eyebrow: "Is this a prophecy? Do you have the magic power of prophecy?"
Gandalf smiled. He was silent except for the clicking sound of his pipe.
I hate the Riddler!
Lan almost wanted to give Gandalf another good leg!
But this can only be an idea.
Because Elrond, who was walking in front, had stopped.
He turned around casually and gracefully, and the two ribbons hanging from the shoulders of the elf costume also floated and spun around.
"Okay, two wizards, we have to stop whispering."
This is a small hall in Rivendell, and it is already night after the dinner.
The magic of Rivendell not only makes the sun always soft and warm, but even the moonlight is always gentle and bright.
The bright moonlight shone diagonally from the hall window, and the elves' already artistic building suddenly had a quieter and more peaceful atmosphere.
Thorin, who left the dinner early, and Balin, the oldest and most experienced dwarf, are already waiting here.
And it seems that he has considered formally discussing things with the elves. Due to his affinity, kind appearance, temperament and other reasons, the hobbit Bilbo is also there.
Even if the dwarves are unarmed, at first glance they look like a group of dwarfs who are fully armed and ready to kill people's heads at any time.
So although the Hobbit is about the same height as them, he feels like a primary school student jumping out with a bag on his back after a spring outing.
Harmless and fun.
In communication, being able to show yourself to be harmless and non-threatening is a very advantageous trait.
As they walked down, both the dwarves and the hobbits nodded kindly to Lan, and received an equally kind response.
“You take a group of dwarves, including the blood of the King of the Lonely Mountain, through the dangerous wilderness, facing trolls, wargs, and orcs. You must not only want to raise them well in Rivendell. A few days, right?”
Elrond spread his hands and looked at Gandalf who walked down the stairs into the hall with Lan.
"Although these poor little guys are indeed exhausted from the long journey."
Faced with Elrond's inquiry, Gandalf responded openly.
“That’s right.”
He did not hide that his group had another purpose, and said to Thorin in front of everyone.
"Take it out, Thorin. That map."
But although Gandalf succeeded in getting Thorin, who left early, to wait here, it seemed that they had not completely reached an agreement.
After Gandalf spoke up, Thorin Oakenshield, a dwarf with a majestic temperament, just looked at Elrond and made no move to take out anything.
"That map is a relic of my ancestors and the property of my people. It is my natural duty to protect its secrets, and outsiders have no right to see it."
"Don't give it to me. This is not the time to be so stubborn as a dwarf!”
Gandalf said angrily.
"Sooner or later, your pride will make you suffer! Use your brain, Thorin! Standing in front of us is the only person in Middle-earth who can possibly see through the secrets on the map. Give the map to us quickly Elrond, take it out!"
"Do you still want to succeed in this journey? If you can't understand the things on the map, I don't think we need to go on. You're guilty! Let's break up where we are!"
Unavoidable questions are good medicine for people to wake up.
Although Lan En didn't know where this group of dwarves was going or what they were going to do.
But thinking about it, if you can't understand the map, there is no point in traveling far.
Finally, Thorin took out the map and handed it to Elrond.
Elrond was not anxious at all, he just watched silently as Gandalf persuaded Thorin in front of him.
The map was an old piece of parchment, and it was even beginning to soften.
With just one glance, Elrond recognized the surface information of the map. "Is this Elbor?"
He looked up and asked Gandalf in surprise while holding the map.
“Why are you so interested in the map of Gushan?”
“Academic reasons!” Gandalf added with a smile, “Mainly academic reasons. This kind of ancient map, There are always some hidden secrets worth discovering."
Elrond had a look on his face that said, "I'll just listen to your nonsense."
But he still tilted his head and glanced at the moonlight outside, and then raised the map in his hand.
"This is the writing of the moon. A very useful means of keeping secrets."
Gandalf and Thorin's eyes suddenly lit up.
“Oh, I forgot that you also studied the ancient dwarven language!”
“Not proficient.” Elrond said politely, “I want to see these moons clearly. The content of the words is also simple. As long as you read it under the same moon phase, moonlight, and moonlight on the day when you wrote these words, the words of the moon will naturally appear.”
"They should have been written under a new moon in the summer two hundred years ago."
"It just so happens that today's moonlight coincides with the time recorded in the secret code on this map. You are here by chance. Or "Say"
Elrond looked at Gandalf and Thorin thoughtfully.
"In a way, it's meant to be."
Elrond held up the map and held it up to the moonlight.
Immediately afterwards, a flash of code appeared on the parchment.
Elrond repeated the code words.
According to the custom of this world, the secret language indeed uses the form of poetry.
This even made Lan En a little worried whether the person who wrote the code words would discard any information for the sake of rhyming.
Those code words seem to describe a secret door, regarding the opening time and location of the secret door.
After Elrond finished retelling, he showed an expression of sudden realization.
"Secret Door. Lonely Mountain?"
He handed the map to Thorin again and returned it to its original owner.
"So your dwarf team is not traveling far, but on an expedition? Do you want to take back your country from the hands of that evil dragon?"
"So what?"
Thorin took his map, put it in his arms again, and said expressionlessly.
“The country of the dwarves was retaken by the dwarves. This is a matter of course!”
“It is true, but” Elrond was not angry at Thorin’s rudeness, he just frowned slightly, “ Some people think this is unwise.”
“A dragon?”
Lan interrupted at this time.
"An evil dragon captured the dwarves' Lonely Mountain Kingdom?"
"And it has been here for hundreds of years."
Gandalf confirmed this sentence beside him, and also made Replenish.
“The dragon Smaug is the largest and most ferocious dragon in the north of Middle-earth today.”
“That day it came from the east, and the storm with its wings alone broke a building. All the big trees in the ancient forest have claws like butcher hooks and teeth like sharp swords!”
The witcher frowned.
Today, he has seen many dragons in many worlds.
Earliest in Westeros, he even obtained the skull of Balerion, the Black Death. The dragon was estimated to have been more than two hundred meters long before death.
One mouth can swallow an African elephant.
But this kind of giant dragon, in the era of feudal knights, still did not have the power to conquer a country or city alone.
A bed crossbow can make it bleed.
As for the dragons in the New World, although they are generally very strong, they are not said to have any intentions towards human society. They only have wild natural instincts.
The Age of Ancient Dragons in the Flame World has long been swept away by the Gods of Fire.
Not to mention the magical Middle Ages.
In the world of magic, although dragons are powerful, they tend to be expensive and dangerous commodities.
Although the dragon's magical power makes people headache and frightened, as long as the attack is concealed and sudden enough, the dragon cannot react.
Then a few strong men forming a dragon-slaying team would be enough to hunt the dragon.
The famous Clynnfield Predator even used only a few people to hunt down many dragons along the way and became famous.
Compared with the monsters of the New World, magical medieval dragons are more like 'glass cannons'.
Some of them possess magic that even the ancient dragons of the New World may not be able to withstand. But they themselves can actually be killed with just a well-placed spear.
So when Lan En was in the Magical Middle Ages, other than asking Qilin not to mess with weird things when playing outside, there was basically nothing to worry about.
But in this world, the arrogance of the evil dragon Smaug seems to be extraordinary.
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(End of this chapter)