Chapter 1147 1129. The truth of wizards
"Who says it's not? This beautiful world."
Gandalf chuckled in agreement.
"There are still many places you have not been to, Lan En. The scene in front of you is just a tip of this magnificent world."
"I am destined to miss many scenery, but I will also miss it. Seeing a lot of scenery," Lan En said with relief. "But do you have any introduction? Although I may not have time to see it in person, it would be good to hear it."
"Gondor, there is a holy white city there, magnificent and majestic. You have seen Rivendell where Elrond is, but the forest of Lothlórien ruled by Lady Galadriel, the golden forest is also beautiful. Wanfang."
Gandalf clicked on his pipe and stroked his messy beard with a smile.
"There are too many beautiful places, Lan En. If I were asked to tell you everything I saw and heard, it would be really embarrassing."
Lan En first nodded with deep agreement. Head, then the conversation changed.
"Then Glorfindel"
The witcher's delicate chin was raised toward Elbor's mountain.
Looking inside from the open platform on the mountain, you can see the harmonious scene of elves and dwarves singing and drinking together on the dwarves’ banquet boulder.
The elf who suddenly appeared on the battlefield today and was unstoppable was talking to Thranduil.
The Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom is introducing his son to him.
It seems that Glorfindel should be an elder even among the elves.
"Where is he from?"
As if aware of the gaze, Glorfindel, who was talking to Legolas in the distance, naturally turned around and raised his glass towards Lan En greetings in the direction.
"He? Ah, that is also my old friend. Like Lady Galadriel, he is also a rare light elf in Middle-earth today."
Gandalf's words Jean Lan En raised his eyebrows.
He still remembers the distinction between light elves and dark elves in this world: whether he has been bathed in the light of the two sacred trees before the sun and moon appeared.
"Glorfindel now lives in Rivendell, but unfortunately, he happened to be away during the few weeks you were there. Otherwise you should have met earlier."
Speaking of this, Gandalf originally He lowered the hand holding the pipe, patted the [Enemy Sword] Gramdrin on his waist, and said with an interesting smile.
“In fact, it is better to leave the two swords of Thorin and I to him to identify. He was the one who governed the country and fought side by side with the holders of these two swords.”
Gondolin, the city built by the elves in the First Age.
Lan remembered that when Elrond talked about the origins of the enemy-striking sword and the beast-biting sword, he mentioned this city.
"The city fell, by Morgoth's army and the Balrog."
Lan said doubtfully.
"Did he survive?"
"Survived? No, no, no." Gandalf said with emotion, "Even though he is polite and well-founded now, he was He is an out-and-out tough guy.”
“He took the initiative to stop a powerful enemy at that time.”
"Then he died, perishing with Borog the Balrog in Gondolin."
The witcher looked at the blond elf on the banquet boulder in the mountain in surprise.
The Balrog was Maia who was originally corrupted by Morgoth, and was also a god born from the thoughts of Ilúvatar.
And Glorfindel
"You say he is dead, but he is not now entering the halls of Mandos."
"Because the Valar admired his courage, kindness and justice, they resurrected him. They also sent him eastward from the blessed land to return to Middle-earth to fight against evil."
Lan En He chuckled lightly and looked at Glorfindel in the distance with interest.
An elf warrior who can fight against fallen gods.
But Lan En’s next sentence had nothing to do with him.
"I think I understand a little bit about who your wizard is, Gandalf."
"Oh?" The old wizard also exhaled a puff of smoke with great interest, which turned into a thin thread flying in the sky. "Tell me about it, I'm quite interested too."
"Wind King Guan He is Valar's messenger. Glorfindel once walked out of Valinor as a reborn person and crossed eastward to Middle-earth. . They are all your old acquaintances."
The witcher looked at Gandalf with a strange look.
"In my opinion, you are a Maia, Gandalf? There are five wizards in total, all of them Maia?"
The old wizard did not speak, he just smoked his pipe and used his belt from time to time. Scratching his face with dirty nails.
"I'm not sure, Lan."
After a long time, Gandalf shrugged, with a playful tone like an old naughty boy.
“I still know some of my friends, and I still remember those friendships. But at the same time, I don’t have a large part of my memory and knowledge.” “Are we Maia? Maybe, after all, In order to protect this world, this fragile little ball of earth floating in the void, the holy Ilúvatar has prohibited overly powerful forces from entering Middle-earth from Valinor."
"Perhaps this statement can only be confirmed after we fulfill our destiny. But at this moment, I am no different from dwarves, elves, and humans."
"I am just a life fighting for justice and kindness."
Lan En nodded and once again set his sights on the majestic night outside the Lonely Mountain. He accepted this statement.
"Hey, Gandalf, since you are so powerful, can I ask you something?"
The witcher's tone suddenly became philistine and cunning, with a smile. Said to the old wizard.
“Well, why don’t you tell me first?”
The old wizard was experienced and perfunctory with the same smile.
“That’s what happened.” Lan En rubbed his hands and knelt down next to the old wizard.
“Look, my armor was in good condition when I came here, but now it’s been rubbed by Smaug’s dragon fire, and it’s completely falling apart.”
“And that evil dragon, The scales on its body are indestructible, and the membranes of the wings can whip up hurricanes! I wonder if it can be put to good use?"
Gandalf held his pipe in his mouth and nodded: "You want to use Smaug? Use the materials on your body to make armor?”
"But it's difficult, because Smaug's scales are so strong that they are difficult to work with. And the evil dragon's evil spirit almost drove Thorin crazy just by being left in the pile of gold, let alone wearing its remains in "
"The evil spirit doesn't matter," Lan En said calmly, "I killed it. I'm not afraid of it if it's alive. "
In fact, it has gone through a lot. Since the beginning of the world, Lan En's favorite armor is one of the Isu technology creations in the ancient Greek world.
The armor of this kind of Forerunner civilization has a built-in protective shield function. If the protective shield is not broken, you will not die. Even if you get stabbed in the kidney, you will be as fine as a normal person. Furthermore, the armor has additional supplementary functions and intelligent settings.
High technology is good for this reason, it makes people comfortable to use it.
But unfortunately, the creations of Isu technology are rare, and as soon as they start to be used, they enter a countdown to decline in power.
It only took Kassandra two years to use up countless Isu technological creations.
After all, the civilization of the Isu people has been too long ago, and these technological products have been abandoned for too long.
It is a sign of great power to dig it out and still use it.
This is the armor that Lan En favors in terms of technology.
In terms of materials, there is no doubt that the various biological materials in the New World are dizzying.
The rich and prosperous ecosystem has given birth to a variety of powerful creatures that are constantly evolving.
Hunters hunt monsters and then turn the monster materials into their own weapons and armor.
In this process, when forging truly powerful protective gear and weapons, the [essence] of the monster will be deliberately preserved, so that the armor has some residual characteristics of the monster during its lifetime.
But while being powerful, the [essence] of these monsters will of course corrode and oppress the wearer.
It is said that hunters who cannot afford high-end equipment but show off their strength often end badly in the end.
Lan En is very interested in the armor of the New World, and if we really want to pursue advanced armor produced in this technology and environment, then adapting to the pressure of the armor on the user is a necessary process.
Smaug’s evil spirit is not unacceptable to Lan En. It is even a prop that allows him to adapt in advance.
"Oh, that's good." The old wizard said innocently, as if he didn't realize anything. "It's reasonable for warriors to want stronger armor."
"It's reasonable, but it seems that no one has made Smaug's armor using the dragon's scales? There's no technology or blueprints at all. , Aren’t you Maiya? Use your wisdom to help!”
Although Gandalf doesn't look like the God of the Forge, creator of the dwarves, the Valar-Aulë, the Maia of that realm.
But since it is a god born from the mind of the Creator God, it should be okay to make an armor design drawing on the spot, right?
"Unfortunately, it can't be done."
Gandalf's face showed regret, but in Lan En's eyes, this guy was obviously smiling in his heart!
"I said it, Lan En. My mind is muddled and I have lost a lot of knowledge, wisdom and memory. Don't embarrass the old man!"
With that said, Gandalf stood up tremblingly, as if he was not the one who could chop off the troll's head with a sword in broad daylight.
Looking at the old wizard who was acting directly, the corners of Lan En's mouth twitched, but there was really nothing he could do.
The banquet in Gushan continues.
Although the King under the Mountain could only briefly attend some important moments due to serious injuries, as comrades who had just fought side by side against the enemy, the elves and humans fully understood this.
Early the next morning, humans who did not have the ability to pursue the remaining orcs were first invited to discuss post-war matters with Thorin. Lan En was an invited witness to listen.
Thorin announced that he recognized Bard's inheritance rights to Riverdale City, and paid gold to humans as agreed, enough gold to rebuild Riverdale City and Lake Town.
Following that, there is the white gem that has always been placed in a conspicuous place in the treasure house, the national treasure from the Woodland Kingdom and the relic of Thranduil's wife, shining with starlight.
This treasure was also returned to its original owner. Although Thranduil still didn't smile when he saw Thorin, at least he would not subconsciously think that Thror's grandson would still be a thief.
(End of this chapter)