Go back a few minutes.
The Dragonborn stood alone in the wilderness, feeling the power in his body and hesitating whether to release it.
"Ocrianum, focus!"
Fenna stood a hundred meters away and shouted as if she was just watching the excitement: "Believe in yourself, you can do it!"
Although he didn't know why she was so enthusiastic, Dragon Byrne felt that it would be better not to listen to her.
This feeling is not just felt today, it is actually the black-haired dragonborn's personal experience during this period of time.
The female elf can be regarded as a "weird" existence among the elves (if she is not weird, she will not specialize in cooking). In the past half month, Bourne has been teased by her a lot!
Every time, the female elf uses the excuse of improving the recipe to add various condiments and condiments to his food. These dark dishes, which may be sour or bitter, spicy or sweet, can cause you misery.
Several times, due to the power of the female elf, he had to eat these terrible dark dishes, and then vomited and defecated decisively for the whole day. This body in this life is too powerful, otherwise Bourne would feel , he might die at the hands of the female elf before he even starts his adventure in another world!
But then again, Bourne himself was indeed very curious about the abilities of his body, so after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but glance at the female elf, as if to say: Are you sure?
As if she knew what he was hesitating about, the female elf nodded desperately, with an expression like "Hurry up, we'll go back after we're done."
Well.
The Dragonborn felt that he must have lost his mind to ask her about magic.
Sighing, Dragon Byrne finally got serious.
He closed his eyes.
He concentrated on feeling the power in his body. This power was like a ball of molten lava, hot and huge. It continued to flow through the Dragonborn's body, and finally gathered in the Dragonborn's throat.
Sudden.
Roar!
A loud, high-pitched dragon roar suddenly came from the mouth of the giant in the wilderness, and an indescribable pressure hit the heart of the female elf a hundred meters away.
Fenna's face suddenly turned pale, and her hands and feet became stiff.
This pressure was so powerful and heavy, it was like facing a giant dragon.
Although she has not experienced it personally, countless poems and legends among elves have circulated and confirmed such power.
That's a very scary force.
And under this power, the mountains are shaking, the rivers are surging, and the birds are leaving their nests and flying around.
"Incredible power, go quickly, go quickly, I want to go back and report to the master that the man descended from the sky turned out to be a dragonborn! Yes, this is not a word I invented, the elves and gray robe wizards of Gray Port said this, and then they were I heard!"
A black strange bird screamed and fluttered its wings. It was the spy of the Eastern Demon Shadow, responsible for monitoring all news that was unfavorable to the Dark Lord.
This is a raven from Mordor. As he flies, he speaks fearfully in human language: "The elves have powerful weapons, a terrifying big man who can fight against the master's dark army! His voice is like a dragon Terrifying, his body is as majestic as a giant, his eyes can see the mist, and the breath he exhales can melt everything! Under his power, the mountains, forests, rivers, and beasts are trembling! Quack, some The crow was frightened to death by his roar. Among the companions who came with me, I was the only one. Quack, this is a sad story. I want to fly back quickly and report to the master..."
It first flew eastward, passing through the Shire, the home of the halflings. Then it turned north and passed all the way over Weakwater Swamp, Wind Cloud Summit, and Eton Moor. It flew nonstop for two days and two nights. Finally, it arrived at the last, dilapidated ruins of the ancient Angmar Witch Kingdom in the north. ——Karndum.
In the shadows, a terrifying monster stretched out its huge pale arms, letting the tired raven rest on it.
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The raven told the terrifying monster everything it saw and heard.
The monster smiled ferociously, and the terrible ancient language of Mordor slanted out from its bloody mouth. The shadow enveloped the ruins of the largest devil's cave in the north under the Dark Lord.
"Foolish, filthy bugs, mount your wargs, draw your swords, war breaks out!"
Woo~
The dull, sinister sound of the orc's horn sounded.
In the shadows, countless pairs of bloodthirsty and violent evil eyes were lighting up.
Those are the tall and strong black orcs originating from Mordor, and the ancient demons from the evil place in the far north - the Frod region.
Some of them are humanoid (they are half-orcs), and some are other weird shapes.
These terrible monsters whisper and roar angrily, vowing to destroy all bright and beautiful things in the world.
There are rumors that these demons originated from the blood of the dark enemy Morgoth in the First Age. They have been hiding in the Northern Wasteland for several years. The elves and wizards thought they were dead. Unexpectedly, they are seen here today. figure.
Outside the ruins of Karndum, more orcs from Gundaba and the Misty Mountains continuously passed through the Gray Mountains, detoured to the north, and entered the ruins of Karndum.
Looking at the evil army that has never gathered since the dark ages, in the shadows, the tall pale orc ordered the poor raven: "Don't stay, fly as hard as you can before those nasty stinky elves react." Before that, fly back to Dol Guldur and tell the master about the gathering of the Dragonborn and the army!"
The raven had no choice but to scream and flap its wings again.
And here, I heard the passionate and terrifying dragon roar from the Dragonborn, and saw countless birds and crows sweeping out of the Blue Mountains and flying towards the north.
Cirdan and Gandalf's expressions changed at the same time.
The master of Gray Harbor said quickly: "Gandalf, I allow you to ask for help from the descendants of Turin in your mouth, although I am not optimistic that the friendship between elves and dwarves can continue!"
I once witnessed the life-and-death struggle between the elves and the dark enemy Morgoth in the First Age;
I have witnessed the Second Age, when humans and elves gathered under the same camp to defeat the Dark Lord Sauron;
The great elven hero who witnessed the end of the glory of mankind in the third era, the passing of the elven era, and the disappearance of the dwarves lamented: "Since the first era, the dwarves have forcibly snatched the mosaic from the hands of the King of Doriath because of greed and stupidity. He stole the dwarven necklace of the Silmarillion, Nauglamir, and murdered Elwy Thingol, King of Doriath. My blood relative, the friendship between the elves and the dwarves was completely destroyed!"
"Allies who once fought together under the same banner cannot resist the temptation of a Silmaril. How sad! Even if it is a Silmaril, it is a priceless treasure in heaven and on earth!"
Perhaps thinking of the bloody battles in the endless years, the betrayal, and the ups and downs of the fire of civilization, the elf who had lived for an unknown number of years sighed: "Allies turned into enemies, blood flowed all over the earth, the dwarf kingdom and the elves The kingdom fell at the same time. This is all a disaster caused by greed! Also, the light of Yareen also has an iron law of rising in the east and falling in the west. How can a powerful person or kingdom avoid it? If the great light of Alda is destined To be extinguished today, then I will accept this fate!"
But the gray-robed wizard obviously didn't want to see the master of Gray Harbor feeling sorry for himself. He also said quickly: "Cierdan, I will forget your last words, because I know that this is just a great... It’s just the shipbuilder’s temporary nonsense!”
As if to strengthen his persuasiveness, the wizard's voice became louder and more passionate, and the shadow on the ground grew longer and higher until it enveloped the white and tall Government Affairs Hall.
"The era of elves may come to an end, but it will never happen today! The dwarves once did great evil things under the temptation of the Silmaril, but such things will not happen again today!"
"Today, on behalf of the northern elves, I will go to seek help from the dwarves! And under my persuasion, the dwarves will put aside their previous disputes and feuds and lead their troops here! Yes, I firmly believe it!"
"Great shipbuilder, please have faith. When the elves need it most, look to the other side of the Shuen River. I will lead reinforcements from the north!"
"As long as the great shipbuilder can put aside the blood feud and forget the eternal hatred between the elves and the dwarves, then the light of hope in Middle-earth will never fall!"
Awakened by the wizard's passionate words like a bell, Cirdan recovered from the sadness and loss, and the heroic spirit and confidence returned to the master of Gray Harbor.
He laughed, exposing the wizard's 'trick'.
"Mithrandil, don't fool me with your rhetoric. If the dwarves really agree to lead their army to help Gray Harbor, then they will definitely have to take the pass south of the Blue Mountains and west of the Shun River. , isn’t it just from the north!”
"alright!"
The elf hero who has emerged from the sorrow and loss of the years stopped the wizard whose trick was exposed and said with a smile: "Mithrandil, you don't have to be embarrassed, although I don't know why you must let me fund it. Thorin Oakenshield, but I know that wizards’ eyes must not only stay at their feet, they are always thinking about what is ten or twenty steps ahead!”
This was a great reputation, and the gray-robed wizard bowed humbly.
Gandalf was not surprised that the master of Gray Harbor could see through his 'little trick'.
My plan worked out after all.
He thought so.
Sure enough, after pondering for a moment, the lord of the northern elves, the master of the Gray Harbor, and the shipbuilder said to the gray-robed wizard with a deep mind and a distant city: "I agree with your plan, Mithrandir, go and take my Message and gift, go find the prince of the former kingdom under the mountain and see if he, as you say, still retains the glory and pride of the descendants of Turin!"
"but me!"
The great elf who had witnessed the birth and end of countless legends stood under the noon sun and issued a pre-war declaration to the people of Gray Harbor.
"We will send out sentries to patrol the borders and coasts to ensure that dirty, ugly orcs and their wargs will not sneak past our sentry posts and invade our home!"
"Get ready, people of Gray Harbor, pick up your swords, polish your armor, keep your horses well fed, and keep your quivers full of arrows! Because the war is coming! "
The Elf King in the North shouted: "Blow the ancient horn, people of Linton, let the minions of darkness know that the elves are never timid!"
Facing the Elf King's inspiring speech, the gray robe wizard Gandalf bowed deeply to show respect.
then.
One day in the midsummer of 2931 of the Third Era, the sacred horn of the Northern Elves, which had been almost forgotten by Middle-earth, was blown again.
"Woo~"
The majestic horn sounded throughout the north, which was the declaration of the king. All the good people and elves who heard the majestic declaration of the Lord of Gray Harbor were moved by the spirit of the Elf King.
The elves sprung up from the ruins of the old kingdom one after another. They cheered up, mounted their horses, and quickly gathered towards the Gray Harbor.
A group of rangers were adjusting their clothes, cleaning their swords, and keeping an eye on the vast wilderness in the north with their eyes wide open.
They were the Dúnedain, descendants of the royal family of men in the west.
Because of the loss of their former kingdom and other reasons, this group of people can only wander in the vast northern wilderness and become famous bounty hunters. It is their belief and duty to eliminate darkness and protect good.
Now that the elves have sounded the horn of war, it is inevitable that the evil in the north will most likely rise. As a result, the rangers plunged into the wilderness to find out what happened.
The elves also gained their only human allies in the north.
As for those who are cowardly and have ulterior motives, they are frightened and frightened like a frightened rabbit, running around dizzy.
War, war is coming!
Their inarticulate speech and gibberish shouting are of no use to the real battle and can only add to the boredom.
