The longest killing distance of a modern sniper rifle is set by the American-made Tac-50 sniper rifle. It is said that a Canadian sniper once used a Tac-50 to hit the target with one shot from 3,540 meters away, setting a record for a modern sniper rifle. The longest killing range record.
At this distance, even a bullet propelled by gunpowder flew for about 10 seconds before hitting the target.
But the elf was more than 1,000 meters away, using a seemingly primitive longbow to hit the same location with nine arrows in a row, breaking the tree trunk a thousand meters away!
In particular, what stunned the dragonborn was that every arrow the female elf shot seemed to be holding her watch. When the previous arrow hit her eyes, she immediately broke the previous arrow. The arrow shafts collided together like bullets, forming an iron flower, exactly!
This unscientific!
The alien soul shouted inwardly.
"Can you show me your bow?" the dragonborn asked the female elf curiously, looking astonished.
Fenna generously handed him her companion who had been with her for countless years. She seemed calm but actually said with a bit of pride: "Galadlans (elvish, eagle's claw) is Gondolin." One of the magical weapons forged by the elves in the first era, and had to drink the blood of countless dirty and filthy minions of darkness! It is one of the most famous and excellent products among the countless ingenious creations of the elves..."
The Dragonborn took the long bow, which was said to be the masterpiece of the elves, and found that it was slightly heavy in hand. It was about 1 meter in length, and the main body of the bow was cast from a branch of a thick white oak tree, with sharp edges embedded at both ends. With its incomparable stainless steel blade, this bow is obviously still used for close combat!
The back of the bow is outlined with a complex and exquisite pattern using mithril, which extends from both ends to the gripping part, and is embellished with a crystal-clear diamond like stars and the moon, outlining the appearance of a flower. .
Well, that’s very Elf-ish!
He tentatively pulled on the bow string forged from an unknown material, and found that the bow's pulling force was still very strong.
But it's impossible to shoot the arrow that far.
The dragonborn loosened his bowstring. He made an estimate and found that the distance from where they were standing to the elves' orchard was definitely more than 1,000 meters!
In other words, the female elf used a primitive longbow to achieve results that only a modern sniper rifle could achieve!
Dragon Byrne felt the ubiquitous breeze in the wilderness, thoughtfully, he returned the female elf's longbow, and couldn't help but ask.
"Is it because of the wind?"
Fenna smiled and nodded, and the faint starlight in her eyes slowly dimmed.
She explained to the Dragonborn: "Everything in the world has their own will, including the mountains, rivers, forests, birds, and even the wind everywhere..."
"Just like when Arda (the general name of Middle-earth) was created, all things were given the most subtle, but also profound blessings. As long as you know how to listen, then all things will be your help!"
In the surprised eyes of the dragonborn, the female elf carried a long bow and walked into the Shuen River not far from them.
"Elves know this trick, they're born with it!"
In the calm and gurgling Shuen River in midsummer, the tall and perfect body of the female elf was surrounded by a burst of strong white light. In this light, which was like the brightest and most sacred starlight at dawn, the beautiful and moving voice of the female elf became High and melodious!
"O waters from Eredluin, listen to this word, raise the tide, and let those before you see your wrath!"
"oh?!"
This time, the dragonborn with keen senses finally felt a strange wave coming from the female elf's body, and it quickly spread far and wide.
Then, in the next second, the originally calm and gurgling Shuen River seemed to be awakened by some mysterious force. The river surface quickly rolled and set off huge waves of more than ten meters, and thousands of horses rushed downstream like galloping horses.
Boom.
Looking at the huge waves that seemed to cover the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, the Dragonborn seemed to feel the insignificance of being alone in the world and facing the power of nature. He couldn't help but take a step back to show his respect for the world. Respect and surrender to authority.
As if she felt the Dragonborn's humility, a strong white light erupted all over her body. The goddess-like female elf smiled. No matter how she acted, she roared like thousands of galloping horses, and the huge waves rushed downstream with a crash. , returned to a docile and calm state, and gurgled downstream.
"Well, this is the magic of elves."
The female elf put away the starlight in the sky and said with a smile.
The Dragonborn could only show admiration.
The female elf walked out of the Shuen River proudly. Regardless of her wet shoes, she walked towards the grove in the distance and said to the Dragonborn: "Okrianm, calm down and listen to all things. Then you will find that Alda is breathing in your ears and life is everywhere!”
"That is the pulse left by Ilúvatar and the Valar when they built all things countless epochs ago! Feel it, learn it, and then you will find that all things are friends to you!"
Whether it is Sindarin, Falas, or the more profound Quenya, they all contain a lot of ambiguous sentences. You need to listen carefully and chew over them repeatedly to understand the vast Elvish language. Find the matching meaning, but the alien soul has only learned Elvish for half a month. Many vocabulary and grammar are simply beyond his current level. Therefore, he followed her in silence with a grimace. Behind him, he listened silently.
"Elves forge, cultivate, weave, travel in endless knowledge, and create countless exquisite and jaw-dropping creations..."
The two walked into the elf's orchard by the Shuen River. The dappled sunlight fell on the female elf's face, making it look extremely beautiful.
The female elf with beautiful long hair that was as shiny as silver put her hand on an apple tree full of fruits, closed her eyes, seemed to be listening, and seemed to be talking, and then opened her eyes, a perfect A big, ripe, red apple fell from the sky and fell into the hands of the black-haired dragonborn!
"And this is the magic of elves!"
Dragon Byrne looked down at the big apple in his hand, and then at the female elf, feeling like, "Damn, she's tricked me."
However, in the end, the black-haired dragonborn held back. He took a vicious bite of the sweet and juicy apple and tore it into big bites!
Looking at the black-haired dragonborn with a smile, as if she were a child, and sullenly eating the first ripe fruit produced by the apple tree this summer, Fenna felt as if she had returned to the long-ago, green fruit. years.
At that time, the northern elves were still so prosperous and prosperous!
"so."
The black-haired dragonborn dropped the core and said angrily: "Can I learn the magic of elves?"
Only then did Fenna wake up from the memories of the past. She looked at the black-haired dragonborn seriously. Under the huge and strong body like a god, a force that seemed so hot and huge to the female elf was melting. It was flowing like liquid in the Dragonborn's body.
That was Yiru's blessing, and it was also the bloodline power of the Dragonborn.
The power of the dragon!
The female elf shook her head slowly at first, but then nodded again, confusing the dragonborn.
I saw her saying: "Actually, the roar you just made contains huge magic power, but you don't know how to use it yet!"
"listen!"
The female elf Fenna looked at the black-haired dragonborn seriously and said seriously: "Okrianm, you have power in your body that even elves would envy and fear. Instead of spending other thoughts on learning other things, Instead of setting off fireworks and scaring people, it's better to tap into the powerful power you have. I believe that when you fully tap out the power in your body, you will definitely be much more powerful than that old liar, the gray-robed wizard. Already..."
Gandalf in front of the white government hall in Gray Harbor suddenly let out a loud sound and sneezed hard.
"I always feel like someone is thinking about me behind my back!"
The wizard rubbed his big nose and thought to himself.
Childan showed a witty smile that only friends would understand.
"Dear Lord."
Maybe he saw the witty smile of the master of Gray Harbor, Gandalf immediately turned to him and said: "As you said, the safety of the Dragonborn does not need to worry about us for the time being, then should we talk about the Northern Territory next? What’s the next defense issue?”
The gray-robed wizard put one hand on his waist and held a long pipe in the other, worried: "The attack of the orc wolf riders may come at any time, and the minions of darkness are obviously still secretly provoking villains, robbers, and murderers. Such irredeemable people, no one knows what they want to do next, this has almost become one of my biggest worries!"
He rudely blew out a big smoke ring and said, "It's a wonder that the elves' vigilance is still so weak!"
Childan frowned, but in the end he said nothing.
"Dear Lord Cirdan, I suggest that the Northern Elf needs to send a message to its allies asking for help, because I have a hunch that this wave of darkness is not like the usual small fights. It is very likely that the evil has re-emerged. signal! And the defense of Gray Harbor is too lax, and it is very likely that it will not be able to withstand this wave of attacks..."
The master of Gray Harbor retorted: "The elves of Gray Harbor are not as weak as you think. Although the long peaceful life has indeed made us relax to a certain extent, the elves' swords and guns are still sharp and the horns still roar. We can protect ourselves, Mith Randhir, you underestimate the Northern Elves!"
"Besides!"
The wise master of Gray Harbor expressed his concerns. "Today, when the age of elves is about to become a thing of the past, where are the allies who can support us? The human royal family in the north is almost extinct, and Gondor in the south is beyond reach! And our relatives in the east are in a similar situation to us, with more than enough self-preservation but not enough progress. !”
Cirdan shook his head and said pessimistically: "And they are not close. We want them to cross more than half of Central Continent and the Misty Mountains to come to rescue. Gandalf, please forgive me for being pessimistic, but that is simply impossible!"
"No!"
The gray-robed wizard interrupted the Gray Harbor master's speech.
"There is still a place in the north where we can ask for help!"
As if he knew what the wizard was talking about, the master of Gray Harbor remained silent, his gray beard blowing randomly in all directions under the slightly fishy sea breeze.
But the gray-robed wizard still refused to let him go, pressing forward step by step: "My respected lord, you know who I am talking about!"
Only then did Chierdan sigh and say these words.
"The dwarves of the Blue Mountains have fallen long ago, Mithrandir. They have forgotten their former glory and pride. They have forgotten the glory of Khazad-dûm and Irubor (that is, Moria and the Lonely Mountain, both of which are The most glorious and prosperous kingdom of the dwarves), they hang around in the blacksmith shop and stables all day long, earn enough money for three meals a day, and then go to the human tavern to eat havoc and live in vain!"
The master of Gray Harbor raised his head and looked at the huge mountains towering into the clouds in the north of Gray Harbor, on the other side of Shuen Bend. He felt a little pitiful, but also hated them and said: "Placing hope in them is worse than placing hope in them. I hope the wolves in Gundaba will stop eating meat!”
"No!"
It was the gray robe wizard's turn to refute him: "As far as I know, some of the dwarves in the Blue Mountains still maintain a strong desire for revenge and a high sense of honor. Lord Cirdan, the descendants of Turin are still there. I miss my former hometown, I miss the distant Irube, I miss the home that was occupied by the evil dragon..."
"You mean..."
"Send a messenger for help to Thorin Oakenshield, Lord Cirdan!" At this moment, under the wizard's old face, a pair of eyes like stars were shining.
"His grandfather was Thrall (Thor) I, the king of the Kingdom under the Mountain, and his father was Thraine (Thorne) II who later went crazy. He was born with the right to inherit the Kingdom of Turin and is now the dwarf of the Blue Mountains. The bravest among them, and also the dwarf who is most likely to come to help!"
"He still has a powerful dwarf army under his command, but due to financial constraints, the last armed force of the Kingdom under the Mountain is about to fall apart. If the wise shipbuilder is willing to exchange a certain amount of jewels for the aid of the dwarves, I believe that this will A brave dwarf prince will definitely be willing to lead his athletes to help the elves resist the invasion from the minions of darkness!"
Incessantly, the wizard used his sharp tongue and kept instilling his plans and ideas into the master of Gray Harbor, as if he would not give up until his goal was achieved.
Although he knew that the wizard's plan was not that simple, to be honest, the master of Gray Harbor was still persuaded by him. He frowned and seemed to be thinking about whether the wizard's plan was worth it...
Or.
Is it true that the dwarf has not completely forgotten his former glory and pride...
Sudden.
"Ang~"
A fierce and high-pitched dragon roar came from the north of Gray Harbor again.
