Hear the sacred trumpet being blown.
Fenner was also very surprised.
She moved her hands and feet, and finally, the stiffness dissipated a lot. The female elf said to the Dragonborn in a hurry: "Stop, Okriam, something happened. We need to return to Misrond (Grey Harbor) quickly."
Dragon Byrne was also very surprised. He stopped researching and experimenting on the power within his body and came to the female elf. His voice was majestic and loud: "Are you okay, Fenna? I'm sorry, I'm not very good yet." Control it..."
At the end of the sentence, the Dragonborn's voice finally returned to a normal level. And the power that oppresses people's hearts is no longer revealed.
"Ah, ah, it's much better now."
Fenna didn't care about the dragonborn who was playing with his 'new toy' like a child. After confirming that his hands, feet and body were all moving, the female elf took the dragonborn's hand and ran towards Gray Harbor.
"Shut up, you loud monster! Now is not the time for you to show off. When the sacred horn is blown, something must have happened. Be good and come back with me!"
Dragon Byrne blinked, wondering why the female elf's expression suddenly changed.
Something happened?
What could happen?
The Dragonborn racked his brain for memories while running, but unfortunately, in his memory, the Northern Elves only appeared in the Second Era, and everything that happened in the Third Era, which is the most well-known, has little to do with them. , Therefore, the Dragonborn really can't remember what kind of trouble the northern elves have encountered at this point in time.
However, thinking of the gray-robed wizard he had seen in the elven white government hall before, Dragon Byrne was thoughtful as he ran.
Is it because of Gandalf, that old bachelor who has been troubled for thousands of years?
Fenna explained to the Dragonborn while running: "The sacred horn has not been blown for more than 2,000 years, and since its existence, it has only served one purpose, war!"
really!
The alien soul shouted inwardly.
No wonder people in Middle-earth don't welcome wizards very much. In fact, these guys always play the role of a crow's mouth. The news they bring does not say that war is a natural disaster. It's strange to be liked by others...
Dragonborn was complaining crazily in his heart, looking a little worried.
Because vaguely, the souls from the other world felt that this wave of changes encountered by the elves in the north was most likely caused by this Amazon butterfly!
Fenna, who heard the sacred horn being blown, obviously had no intention of arguing. The two shut their mouths and ran quickly. Soon, they returned to Gray Harbor again.
In front of the white gate in Gray Harbor towards the mouth of Shuen River, that is, the direction of Eastern Avenue.
The two met the Elf Sentinel Riders who had already begun to prepare and line up.
"Galdo!"
The female elf stopped and said in surprise to an elf she knew: "What's going on? Why did the lord blow the sacred horn? Where are you going? Why are you all fully armed? Has a war broken out?"
This tall male elf with blond hair, handsome appearance, and piercing eyes also stopped when he heard her voice. He wore a golden armor and helmet, which were exquisitely and luxuriously made, with patterns and used for them. The silver sacred tree of the totem is exquisite and lifelike.
According to the observations of otherworldly souls during this period, the male elf is one of the few "knights" in Gray Port, responsible for patrolling the large territories and borders east and north of Gray Port.
The name should be Galdo.
"Fenna."
The elf knight glanced at the overly tall and oppressive dragonborn, and said to the female elf solemnly: "Bad news. The gray-robed wizard has brought bad news that the evil minions are about to attack. In order to ensure that Mi For the safety of Slonde, martial law has been ordered throughout the territory!”
"A large number of sentry riders will be sent out to inspect and patrol the sentry posts in the east and north!"
With that said, Galdo, who was as heroic and handsome as a prince going into battle, mounted his horse and shouted to the waiting elf knights: "Run, my brothers and sisters, the fate ahead is waiting for us!"
Finally, the heroic elf knight lowered his head and said to Fenner: "The Lord is looking for you, Fenner..."
Speaking of this, Galdo couldn't help but look at the tall and majestic dragonborn who looked like a god again, and said with surprise: "And you, Mr. our guest."
With that said, this handsome elf knight with golden hair finally couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Did you make those two loud noises just now?"
Perhaps out of curiosity about this question, all the elf knights turned their heads and looked at the black-haired dragonborn with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.
"ah."
The alien souls, who were surrounded by a large number of elf knights riding tall white horses and wearing heavy armor, nodded without changing their expressions. Although he didn't understand most of them, he could still hear the word "loud noise" clearly. After all, he had heard it more than once today.
Why don't you just shout louder? Is it so strange?
The alien soul muttered inwardly.
However, on the surface, the Dragonborn didn't show it at all.
Although they had expected it, seeing him really nod, the elf knights including Galdo all looked up and down at the giant in front of them with slightly strange expressions.
"Salute to you!"
Suppressing his inner surprise, the leading elf knight Galdo nodded politely to the black-haired dragonborn, then lifted the reins and galloped out like an arrow from the divine horse.
Upon seeing this group of elite elf knights, they immediately started galloping on their horses.
Their quivers were filled with arrows, standard long bows were slung on their backs, swords and knives were slung around their waists, and stainless steel spears used for horse fighting were hung on horse hooks. They looked murderous before the war. .
Rumble.
The elf's divine horse was extraordinary, and in the blink of an eye, the group of knights ran away.
Listening to the thunderous sound of horse hooves fading away, Fenna once again held the dragonborn's hand and strode towards the Government Affairs Office.
"Okay, stop looking, let's go find the Lord first!"
You were obviously the one who stopped first.
The dragonborn rolled his eyes, expressing his anger at the female elf who always bullied him for not speaking Elvish very well, and threw blame on him in various ways.
Sooner or later I'll do something to you.
The alien soul, held by the soft, slender white hands of the female elf, secretly thought about future revenge actions and cursed in a petty manner.
However, soon, the alien souls were attracted by the changes in Gray Harbor.
I saw that the originally peaceful Elf Port was now like a sleeping giant waking up.
Following the command of the master of Gray Harbor to "defend Gray Harbor with arms", the thousands of Noldor elves, Sindar elves and Falas elves living here took out their exquisite armors that were almost piled with ashes, Swords and bows transformed from a famous poet and singer into a brave and heroic elf warrior!
"Kaka~"
Groups of fully armed elf warriors, armed with spears, swords, and bows and arrows on their backs, were led by their respective squad leaders and quickly gathered in squads at the square in front of the Government Affairs Office.
The cold iron boots of the elves clicked on the hard white floor, but other than that, there were almost no other sounds in the huge gray port!
The alien souls opened their eyes wide and watched in shock as the elves silently and swiftly gathered from all directions, like streams, to the square in front of the Government Affairs Office.
The whole process only lasted for more than ten minutes, and the elves made no other noise except the friction of armor as they marched.
At this moment, the words that may not be appropriate appeared in the mind of the soul from another world, but they were exactly what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.
"Give your country wings like a forest!"
The dragonborn stopped and paid homage to the powerful and confident elves.
Especially, the expressions of the elves are so calm, but you can feel the power and confidence of the elves from this epic scene with numerous flags and guns.
That is the confidence that the first-born children have been able to play their part in becoming the main theme for several epochs;
In ancient times, when the sun and moon were not even born in the sky, countless elves used their fire to ignite periods of dark history, opening up the road ahead for civilization and illuminating those who came after. ;
Later.
The dark enemy Morgoth pushed to the Twin Holy Trees, and the saints decided to raise the current sun Yaryn and the moon Tyrion to illuminate the vast Middle-earth continent and the Western Holy Land. The elves launched another campaign against the dark enemy. A millennium-long battle of the century.
At that time, human ancestors had not even woken up yet.
During that period of time, the main theme of history was the countless Eldar (elves), who used countless fires of life to ignite and illuminate that era until the final light came.
Then, because they had paid too much blood and lives, the elves began to slowly decline, and the humans, the second-born children of the elves who were once their subjects, began to step onto the stage of history.
In the Second Age, the alliance of humans and elves fought against the fallen Maia, who would become the Dark Lord Sauron in the future. It happened at that time.
And now, the wheel of history has entered the third era ruthlessly and firmly.
The elves are getting weaker and weaker.
Nowadays, even Linton, which was once the largest and last prosperous kingdom of elves in the north, can only gather a few thousand elves. Although some elves still live in Linton, Gray Harbor is still a The largest gathering place of northern elves, 80% of northern elves live here.
On the high ground in front of the Government Affairs Office, Chierdan looked at the people and compatriots below with a somewhat sad look. He couldn't help but think of the forest-like flags and the loud and continuous horns of the Elf Kingdom in ancient times. His tall figure couldn't help but think of it. Somewhat ragged.
He quietly looked at the last fighting strength of the northern elves standing quietly in the square in front of the tall white government office, with their gray beards blowing in the sea breeze.
After a long time, the last Elf King in the North spoke. His voice was loud and mighty, like the roar of the sea.
"The people of Linton."
"The gray robe wizard brought a very bad message. The darkness has reappeared. This time, it has set its malicious eyes on the white and noble Mithrond. The shadow of war has shrouded the heads of the northern elves. !”
The white, Luohua Square below the high ground in front of the tall Government Affairs Hall - the elves planted many zelkova trees around the square and in front of the Government Affairs Hall. Whenever spring goes and autumn comes, the golden leaves will accompany the gentle breeze. The sea breeze floats in the Government Affairs Hall and the square below, so the Government Affairs Hall and the square in Gray Harbor are also called the Falling Flower Hall (square), or the Golden Hall (square).
About 5,000 well-organized and well-armed elves listened calmly to the pre-war declaration of the master of Gray Harbor.
"Fight hard (the Elvish language of alien souls is not good enough, and the master of Gray Harbor here actually means "prepare for war"), people of the Northern Kingdom, war is coming, and the time to test us has arrived! Keep your eyes open, sharpen your swords, and use your iron and fire to tell these dirty, ugly, courageless gangsters and despicable people who dare to peek at our homeland that the elves have never forgotten what is hidden in us. Honor and bravery in the blood! "
Here, Cirdan shouted an extremely inspiring word in Quenya, but unfortunately at that time, the alien souls had not yet had time to learn Quenya and did not know what the master of Gray Harbor meant. But even so, the alien souls had no time to learn Quenya. World Soul still felt strong fighting spirit and encouragement from these words, just like suddenly encountering surging flames in the ice and snow.
"Arta!"
Below, more than 5,000 fully armed elite elves from the Linton Kingdom wielded steel spears in their hands, and let out the loudest and most inspiring cry that the alien souls have ever heard so far. .
In the summer of 2931 of the Third Era, the Dragonborn witnessed the exciting pre-war review of the Northern Elves in the Gray Harbor, turning on the gears of destiny.
This concludes the pre-war declaration.
The master of Gray Harbor once again received the returning dragonborn at the Government Affairs Hall.
"Dear Lord Cirdan."
After seeing the heroic side of the master of Gray Harbor, the alien souls greeted him more respectfully.
Well, there is no denying that the elite and mighty lineup of the elves is also one of the reasons.
"I heard you summoned me, what can I do for you?"
The soul from another world blinked and glanced secretly at the increasingly majestic master of the Gray Port. He discovered that the gray-robed wizard Gandalf was no longer there, and he didn't know where he had gone...
"No need for this!"
The master of Gray Harbor laughed.
Perhaps the familiar hall made him feel relaxed and at ease. In private, Childan put on his amiable side again, and the majestic side of the king was forgotten.
"Although the elves pursue caution and self-discipline, at the same time, the northern elves are also hospitable hosts." The master of Gray Harbor winked humorously and said: "Please put aside your humility and politeness. The northern elves will always be our guests' best friends and good friends." Companion, my friend, just keep your straightforwardness and enthusiasm. In front of you, you will always be the witty and wise shipbuilder Cieldan, not the ruler of the northern kingdom Cieldan!"
It’s hard for the souls from another world. The master of Gray Harbor’s beautiful words were like reciting poetry. The dragonborn, who had only learned Elvish for half a month, choked to death. He blinked his dragon-like golden vertical pupils and said, “What are you talking about?” I can understand how you win.
This made Childan even more interesting.
The heavy and gloomy heart was greatly comforted.
He smiled, and his tall body couldn't help but lean on the main seat in the middle. His sharp and wise eyes looked straight into the void in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, he spoke, word for word, and even occasionally stopped to explain to the Dragonborn word by word. It was pitiful that the so-called majesty had flown to nowhere again.
Of course, the more pitiful person may be our dragonborn, because God knows how many brain cells he has died in order to understand the words of the master of Gray Harbor. At this moment, he thought very rudely.
Why didn't Ilúvatar directly let me understand the language of all things?
"Ocrianm, I believe you also know that the northern elves are about to face a new challenge. The shadow of the east has descended on the north again. Evil is eyeing Gray Harbor in order to destroy the last happy and sacred home of the northern elves. , the evil and brutal minions of darkness are about to attack Gray Port, and a war is inevitable!"
At this time, the female chef, who had disappeared since the "military parade" in the square, sneaked in again and stood behind the alien soul without joy or sorrow.
"Facing the coming war, the northern elves may no longer have time to protect your safety."
The master of Gray Harbor glanced at the female elf who had been silent since she came in, and continued: "If you are willing, I can order Fenna to take you out of the south of Gray Harbor, then pass through the tower hill and take the Southern Avenue. Go to Rivendell, the last refuge of all goodness for the elves in the east."
“That is the residence of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell (Elrond), where you can get fine food, comfortable beds, pleasant scenery, and most importantly, Lord Elrond’s protection. , you can live there comfortably and peacefully, without having to worry about the threat of the minions of darkness..."
"This is a difficult road, but no matter what, it is a journey full of hope! May the light of Elberis shine on your head!"
Cirdan's gray eyes stared closely at the golden vertical pupils of the Dragonborn, and said meaningfully: "What do you think? Okriam, stay or continue your destined journey..."
At the entrance of the Luohua Hall (Government Affairs Hall), Ilyvan's pointed ears moved from time to time, 'eavesdropping' on the conversation inside. Suddenly, the female elf's face lit up, and her originally slender waist straightened up even more.
Another colleague couldn't help but smile and said: "Eliwen, please calm down your expression. The joy on your face is too obvious. Elberis, you look like it's Beren's first time." Meet Lúthien…”
The female Noldor jumped to her feet immediately.
"Shut up. You talk too much like an oriole!"
The colleagues burst into laughter immediately.
Not long after, the black-haired dragonborn and the female chef came out. No one knew what they said inside... (Maybe?)
Seeing the elves happily surrounding the female guard and singing elven songs that he didn't understand, the black-haired dragonborn asked the female chef Fenner strangely: "What are they doing? Is there anything to be happy about? I always feel that they So happy..."
Fenner kept a straight face and said nothing.
