Chapter 1114 1096. Diffused Halo
The light waves above the clouds spread all the way outward.
Even though the diffusing ring is getting bigger and wider, the brightness of the light has not diminished at all.
The halo of light passed over the nearby dark clouds, and even illuminated the dark clouds for a brief moment. It was not until the halo continued to move away that the dark clouds turned into a gloomy and dark appearance again.
Lane, who had just slipped off Smaug's body, suddenly looked up and passed Mentos's instant calculation.
After obtaining the approximate arc of the ring-shaped diffuse light wave in the sky, the biochemical brain only needed to use extremely simple geometric operations to determine the diameter of the ring light wave and the location of the center of the circle.
“Is it Dol Guldur?!”
Lan, who had just finished fighting the dragon, couldn’t help but widen his eyes after receiving the data reported by Mentos.
The ring light wavelength lake that diffuses from Dol Guldur is hundreds of kilometers away from Dol Guldur!
And this halo obviously comes from some kind of power.
A power that felt familiar to Lan En.
"Lady Galadriel?"
It was not Lann who spoke, but Thranduil.
The elves have already approached from where they were just now, as well as Qilin, who is carrying Bard, who has barely woken up.
Although the elven archers looked at the clouds in the distance with wonder and respect, the halo of light was still spreading outward.
But he only looked at it for a while, and then looked at Smaug's completely motionless body with an expression of disbelief, and an expression of relief and joy.
It’s just that Thranduil, as the Elf King, was very calm. After putting away his bow and arrows, he stood next to Lan En and watched with him the huge power spreading out from the sky. He no longer cares about the evil dragon corpse behind him.
Next to it, the flames in Changhu Town turned into ordinary flames due to the death of the evil dragon. In this humid and watery environment, they soon became less burning and gradually extinguished.
Just the white ashes of the burned wood are falling together with the thickening cold fog again, like snow falling after the fire.
Bard, who was still a little dizzy, was also picked up from the back of the unicorn by the elves and took good care of him.
Regardless of whether the black arrow he shot was successful or not, if he dared to face the dragon and had his own sense of responsibility and fear to shoot the arrow, no one among the elves would be dissatisfied with him.
Next to the huge corpse of the evil dragon, the elves began to light a small bonfire to keep warm in the ruins that had become cold again.
Lan En also found a stone step that had not been burned by the dragon's flames, dusted it and sat down.
Thranduil looked at the exquisite and gorgeous cloak behind him, gathered the fabric of the cloak and did not sit down, but just stood beside the steps.
"Is this the power of Lady Galadriel?"
Lan En breathed a sigh of relief when he sat down, pointed his finger towards the sky casually, and asked Thranduil curiously.
“Why, you can’t feel it?”
But instead, the Elf King looked at him with surprised eyes.
"Lady Galadriel gave the light of Eärendil to the knife in your hand, but you told me that you are not familiar with her power? Are you kidding me?"
“On this continent of Middle-earth, few people in the world possess such a huge and pure power of light.”
Yes, according to Mentos' calculations, this power is really huge.
It almost spans the entire Misty Mountains vertically at the longest distance, and there is no sign of decay.
Lan En shrugged silently, indicating that he was really unfamiliar with it.
I don’t even understand the deep power blooming from my own sword.
His ignorance was already very obvious when the knife was shining.
It was only his experience and instinct as a top warrior that allowed him to temporarily use the light of Eärendil to roast Smaug's scales with evil power until they were crispy.
In the end, Thranduil told Lann about the Light of Eärendil.
"Is that the star?"
Following Thranduil's direction, Lann looked towards the brightest star in the sky.
The Elf King nodded: "Yes, the Great Star of Hope."
"My father, Orifel. I fought alongside him in the Wrath of the First Age against the armies of Morgoth."
"Wow."
Blue En couldn't help but be speechless.
After all, the transformation of a human body into a star sounds like a myth. As a result, the son of a marginal party in the story was right next to him, which made Lan En feel very strange.
“Eärendil also had two sons, both half-elves. Ilúvatar gave them the right to choose to be elves or humans. They each chose one side, and the one who became an elf You should be familiar with that one.”
"Huh? I don't know many people, who is it?"
"Elrond, Lord of Rivendell."
Now Lan En opened his mouth wide, and he felt even more Wonderful.
Come on, Thranduil is the son of a marginal party in the story, and Elrond is simply the son of the protagonist of the story.
However, after knowing this level, when the adjusted Sword of the Lady of the Lake was delivered to Lan En, Elrond’s expression of uncertainty and nostalgia could be regarded as There is an explanation.
Except that the Light of Eärendil was too precious, and he wasn't sure whether Lady Galadriel would give Lan a part of it.
He should also feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia for his father's power, right?
"But don't mention anything else." After telling the whole story about the Light of Eärendil, Thranduil frowned and looked at the night sky, which had long been swept away by the halo and returned to calm.
“What’s going on over there for Lady Galadriel to burst out with this precious power?”
Galadriel’s power is even felt throughout Middle-earth. Among the elves, they are also unique.
She is a rare light elf, an elf who once bathed in the light of the twin sacred trees in ancient times. To this day, her eyes still contain that divine brilliance.
It is not on the same level as the dark elves who have only seen the light of the sun and the moon.
And she has lived in Valinor, the blessed immortal land, since she was a child, receiving many teachings from Valar and Vali. In terms of blood, he is still a mixture of the royal blood of the three great light elves.
When it comes to knowledge, power, life course, and noble bloodline, she is perfect beyond imagination.
But excessively high-quality power also brings troubles - it is not easy to recover Galadriel's power after it is released.
If it were in the Blessed Land, this would not be a problem at all. After all, even Valar and Maia could live comfortably there.
But this is the Middle-earth continent, or the Middle-earth continent that gradually stabilized towards a peaceful situation after the Second Era under the will of Ilúvatar.
This is not an environment where high-quality power can be restored as usual.
Of course, if it were a character like Tom Bombadil, there would probably be no difference anywhere.
That's why Thranduil said that the power that Lady Galadriel unleashed this time was too 'precious'.
“The flash point is Dol Guldur.”
When it comes to this, Lan En has the right to speak.
"That is the home of the dark forces. It is reasonable for Mrs. Galadriel to clear it out in the past."
"The dark forces?"
Thranduil frowned subconsciously and pushed back the white hair scattered in front of him.
"At this time, the world is peaceful. How can there be any dark force worthy of Lady Galadriel's power?"
Lan sneered and leaned his back against the remaining ruins and whispered softly. With.
"Peace in the world? I remember Legolas should have given you an orc's tongue, right? Didn't you ask anything?"
"Orc." Landuy said solemnly and expressionlessly, "They are just a group of murderers with broken brains. I have been listening to their nonsense for thousands of years."
"But I heard the nonsense of the orcs at the door of the dark forest, and the evil dragon also rushed out of the Lonely Mountain at this time. I think you haven't seen these scenes for thousands of years, right?"
< br>Lan En shook his head.
"Don't think that as long as you don't admit it, bad things won't happen, Thranduil. Based on your life experience, you shouldn't need to be reminded of this."
" I can see that you don’t want to accept what the orc said, so let me tell you instead.”
The demon hunter raised his head and met the Elf King’s lowered gaze.
"The dark forces want to connect the entire north and revive the Kingdom of Angmar. Is it clear enough?"
Throndui's cheeks bulged for a moment because of the sudden clenching of his teeth.
“Thorin and the others should already be in the Lonely Mountain, and there is nothing to hide about it. The main reason why they are asked to carry out a restoration expedition is to make the Lonely Mountain stand again and stop the dark forces. "We have made arrangements here, and the enemy must respond at the tactical level, which is to prevent us from achieving our goals."
Lan En looked calmly. With Thranduil.
"This place will become a battlefield."
The Elf King silently looked at the messy Changhu Town.
He pursed his lips, but turned his head away under Lan En's gaze.
"Even if what you say is true, it has nothing to do with our Woodland Kingdom."
"Do you think you can stay out of it? Are you far away from the Lonely Mountain?"
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Lan En asked immediately.
But Thranduil's rebuttal was just as quick.
"So what?"
The Elf King's tone was heavy and unceremonious.
“Do you know how many of us there are? Do you know how long it takes for an elf to grow and how precious it is? But on the battlefield, if an elf is surrounded by orcs, he will die easily!”
At the end of the sentence, Thranduil looked deeply at Lan sitting on the stone steps.
"Not everyone is like you, Adanisil! Most elves are just ordinary people. They have extreme swordsmanship and archery skills. After practicing for hundreds of years, they can no longer acquire them. Progress!"
"Elves like this are the vast majority of our warriors. They can only fight back against the surrounding orcs, and then die due to their numerical disadvantage!"
< br>"They are not like you! They are so powerful that they are beyond common sense and can kill evil dragons!"
Thranduil repeated it again.
"And my responsibility is not to bring them to such a battlefield."
"I must give priority to protecting my people!"
At the end, Thranduil also said It's very difficult.
He sighed in the silence with Lan En.
"We will not get involved in this matter. I have only one request for Gushan. Return my wife's relic, the Starlight White Gem to me. I have already paid Thorin the cost of repairing this gem. Grandfather, it deserves to be back in my hands now.”
"I will end this matter as quickly as possible. If Thorin Oakenshield is still reasonable, you are our friend now, Adanisil. I will not make it difficult for you."
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(End of this chapter)