Chapter 1115 1097. Undercurrent
Thranduil seems to have made up his mind. He just wants to go to the Lonely Mountain to get back his deceased wife’s relic, the Starlight White Gem.
As long as you want something, you retreat into the dark forest and live your life behind closed doors.
Lan En did not persuade him any more. After all, as Thranduil said, the elves are few in number and it takes time and effort to grow.
But most elves will still be beaten to death by a dozen orcs.
For ordinary people, there is a limit to progress, and there is a high probability that this limit cannot match the advantage of numbers.
Putting elves into the battlefield of infinite orcs is really cruel.
On the other side, Lan En, who was still amazed by the strength of Lady Galadriel, suddenly found that Arondette around his waist began to spontaneously overflow with tears soon after. Light.
The holy and pure light of Eärendil.
The witcher pulled out the long sword from its sheath, and then the light on it seemed to be connected to the starry sky before.
A thin and swaying band of light extends all the way to the far southwest.
That is the direction of Dol Guldur.
". Any support?"
With his back against the remains burned by dragon flames, Lan En frowned slightly and looked at the Sword of the Lake Lady in his hand.
According to what Thranduil said, the light of Eärendil left in Middle-earth is only the amount of a crystal bottle in the hand of Lady Galadriel.
Part of it was given to the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. Perhaps the lack of this part caused some trouble for Lady Galadriel.
So even though they were hundreds of kilometers apart, Alondette still supported the light.
But what kind of character should an enemy like Galadriel, a light elf, need the support of Eärendil's light?
In fact, the answer has always been obvious, but because they were frightened by the war, most insiders were unwilling to admit it.
The only person who can allow Galadriel to expend such huge power is the fallen Maia - [Dark Lord] Sauron.
Although he killed the evil dragon, Lan En, who was resting on the ruins, kept looking at the starlight strip extending from his long knife.
It wasn’t until the light band disappeared soon and there was no more movement in the sky that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Go to the bonfire raised by the elves and rest with them.
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Bud woke up from the blanket on the ground early the next morning.
He was drowsy, but was awakened by the cold morning mist.
The human archer suddenly stood up alertly, and wanted to touch his bow and arrows with his other hand.
But after touching nothing and looking around, he stopped in a daze and scratched his head.
“You were thrown hard last night.”
A voice came from behind Bard. Bard turned around and saw Lan En sitting on a bed covered with dragon flames. On the burnt stone steps, he was eating a bowl of steaming fish soup in his hand.
Seeing Bard turn his head, the witcher raised the wooden bowl in his hand towards him.
"The elf just caught a fish and stewed it with some salt. Do you want a bowl?"
But Bard looked confused and pointed to his ear, He shouted at Lan En from a distance that was clearly not far away: "What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!"
Lan En was also a little confused. He quickly put down the fish soup in his hand and ran to Bud to tinker with it. his ears.
It took a long time of patting and patting before I saw significant improvement.
It's just that Bud still habitually shouts loudly when speaking. This is because his hearing has not fully recovered, and he needs to wait for at least a few more days to think about it.
"It's expected."
Lan En breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Bard's ears, and clapped his hands.
"You were too close to Smaug last night. First, he kept roaring, and then the shock wave of the thunder even knocked him away. It's lucky that your hearing can be restored."
In fact, yesterday, There was such a loud thunder in the corner of Qilin at night that even Lan En couldn't help but cover his ears.
It just makes my eardrums feel sore.
"Here you go, wear this."
As he spoke, Lan En took off a small coat of arms from his belt, with an abstract pattern of white wind on it.
“What is this?” After taking it, Bud shouted curiously, “Your wizard’s magical prop?”
“You can think that it can speed up your recovery. . I just borrowed it from you and you have to pay it back.”
Bard nodded and said of course, he was not a greedy person, or when Smaug was attracted by the greed of the dwarves and caused such a big disaster.
As a descendant of the Lord of the Valley City, he should be the most taboo person on greed.
And soon, Bard also felt that the small coat of arms in his hand was unusual.
After he was blown away last night, the wood chips and glass fragments from the building debris actually left many small cuts on his exposed skin.
But the alchemy technology of the New World Investigation Team, the function of [Early Recovery Stone Protection] began to take effect, and he suddenly felt that the pain of the small wounds on his body was much reduced.
In the square not far away, the sounds of elves relaxing and laughing were also heard.
Smaug's huge body lay quietly on the ruins of Lake Town, but people no longer cared much about it.
The elves were carrying baskets of fish to play with Qilin. This creature with a noble appearance and a commanding temperament, and the creature that had a head-on confrontation with Smaug last night and broke one of the dragon's wing bones, was very loved and respected by the elves.
The elves caught a lot of fish after asking Lan En about the food habits of the unicorn this morning, but they only kept five or six fish for themselves, and the remaining basket was used by them. Come to feed the unicorn.
Of course, Kirin welcomes all comers. After all, the elves in this world have a natural affinity with them. They are the firstborn children created by the creator god Ilúvatar.
Furthermore, Qilin had just lost his pale horn. Although I don’t know if it was because of experience this time, he still adapted.
In short, the condition is much better than the last time after the horn was broken.
But in order to grow the sharp blue high-energy crystal horns, of course there must be no shortage of food.
The sound of hooves trampling on the trail sounded and came closer.
This was not the sound of unicorn's hooves, but Thranduil's mount, a majestic stag.
"What are you going to do next?"
After getting closer, the Elf King asked Lan En and Bard sitting on the back of the stag.
"Are you leaving?" Lann stood up and looked at Thranduil.
“Yes, we have to go back and tell everyone that the evil dragon is dead, so that my people can relax their tense nerves.”
Thranduil said, looking past Smaug's lying body and looking at the solitary snow-capped mountains in the distance.
“Besides, it’s time for me to prepare to take back our national treasure, my late wife’s belongings.”
“Then I wish you good luck, Thorin will return the Starlight White Gem to you. He is reasonable."
"It's best like this." Thranduil repeated with a sneer, "It's best after he entered the Lonely Mountain and saw the treasures accumulated by his ancestors. ”
Seeing the racial conflict between dwarves and elves, Lan En wisely chose to shut up on this issue and start another conversation.
"All the citizens of Long Lake Town have gone to the ruins of River Valley City, and we are also preparing to go there."
The witcher patted Bard on the shoulder, but because his ears were not healed yet, what about Bard? He didn't even hear it, so he could only nod hesitantly.
“We might need some help.”
“Go ahead, Adanisil. The entire Lonely Mountain region owes you a favor, and we elves are not ungrateful. "
"River Valley City needs food and things to keep out the cold." Lan En also turned his head and looked at the snow-capped mountains shining in the sun. "It looks like it's going to snow."
The temperature is getting colder and colder now. Smaug's dragon fire last night almost burned down the entire Long Lake Town, but early this morning, the waterway in the town that had lost its sluice blockage was filled with ice floes coming in from the lake.
"That is, supplies." Thranduil nodded easily, and at the same time pulled the reins to turn his stag. "We will arrive in River Valley City soon, don't worry. Goodbye."
Lan also waved to the elves.
Although Bud didn't hear clearly what they said, he knew it was goodbye when he saw the waves.
The elves have orders and prohibitions, and have a tacit understanding with each other for thousands of years, so their actions are faster and smoother than imagined.
As soon as Thranduil appeared riding a stag, the elves who had originally surrounded the Qilin politely bowed or waved goodbye to the ancient dragon of the New World.
Then he quickly packed up his things and followed Thranduil back towards the direction of the Dark Forest.
The town, which was already deserted, became completely quiet after the twenty-one elves withdrew.
Only Qilin was left, with curiosity and anger, and from time to time he used his hoof or lowered his head to nudge Smaug's completely cold body.
With the death of the evil dragon, the evil dragon stench on its body seemed to be cleared away by the light of Eärendil on Arondette.
Therefore, Qilin was not irritated by the smell of the evil dragon.
Although Bard's ears are inconvenient at this time, after experiencing the scene of facing Smaug last night, he now misses his three children very much.
After finishing the remaining fish soup in a few gulps, he also started to pack up the bedding on the ground, bundle it into packages and prepare to go on the road.
Bud is packing his things, and Lan is not idle either.
He collected the remains of his armor last night. It can really only be called a wreck.
Although there was no problem with the Valyrian steel's main armor pieces and chain mail shirt, the fabrics and leather responsible for connecting and caulking the seams were all burned out.
The entire Bear School Grandmaster level armor is now a pile of armor pieces that cannot be connected. Needless to say, the enchanting effects that were supposed to be connected as a whole must have failed.
Lan En is now wearing a silk lining in his armor. He found a torn canvas that still smelled of fish oil and old oil in the ruins of Changhu Town, and packed up all the pieces. .
Walking to Smaug's body, Lan put the bag of things on Qilin's back and patted the ancient dragon on the head.
“To be honest, it’s pretty easy to touch without the gray horn.”
"Xilulu!"
Qilin hissed in dissatisfaction, lowered his head angrily and pressed Lan En's chest, pushing the man who made sarcastic remarks away.
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(End of this chapter)