As long as it is compiled into a song by the elves and sung, whether it is a person or thing, it will always spread throughout the vast Central Continent as soon as possible.
Because the ubiquitous flowing wind in Middle-earth will quickly bring the beautiful and melodious songs of the elves to the ears of all beings/races that can understand the songs of the elves.
"Bang!"
At noon, when the alien soul who had been reprimanded all morning went to the kitchen to prepare for lunch, the female chef who had already received the news viciously placed a large plate of marinated pork roasted with honey and other cheeses, juices, sausages, etc. The food was thrown in front of the black-haired dragonborn, and the cutlery such as knives and forks on it made a clanking sound.
The alien soul's eyelids twitched, always feeling like they were being targeted.
But when he saw the dangerous look in the female chef's eyes, the Dragonborn decisively chose to play dumb.
Well, it's not worth fighting against the elves.
They/they have eternal life to hate you, so why bother.
The alien soul lowered his head, picked up the knife and fork, and enjoyed today's lunch. "Fenna, today's marinated pork is very good, let's eat it again tonight!"
Several elves at the same table laughed kindly.
A city gate guard said jokingly: "Mell Storks, an elf can only have one partner in his life. You have to be careful."
result.
"Duo!"
A sharp arrow shot directly through the wine cup in the hand of the city gate guard and was inserted into the dining table made of hard oak. The white feather halo shuttle at the tail of the arrow trembled.
The elf stared blankly at the mead slowly flowing out of the wooden wine cup, feeling extremely distressed.
However, when he saw clearly who shot the arrow, the elf quickly dropped the wine cup in his hand, finished the food on the plate in a few seconds, and said politely: "May your appetite always be so good. , good afternoon, my friend."
He nodded reservedly to the Dragonborn and ran out of the kitchen like the wind.
The alien soul became even more restless.
He always felt that the eyes of someone behind him were moving back and forth on his neck and back of his heart, which scared him so much that he didn't dare to take a breath.
When the other elves looked at it, they all had weird expressions and couldn't help but laugh. They quickly eliminated the food on their plates, then nodded as a greeting, and then they all ran away one by one.
"Fenna."
Although I don’t know why a female chef would carry a bow and arrow with her (yesterday she didn’t have one), the alien soul still said sincerely in his dry Elvish language: “I just wanted to say it yesterday, your archery skills are really good. , can you teach me?"
As he spoke, he looked behind him with as sincere eyes as possible.
Although I don’t know how to show sincerity with the vertical pupils that only cold-blooded animals have.
Kitchen door.
The expression of the female elf who was taking aim with her bow softened.
Outside, the joyful laughter of the elves could be heard in the distance.
Well, this is a little episode between the dragonborn and the elves.
Soon, the last happy days of the elves became unforgettable and precious moments in many people's memories as the sentry sent out came back with not-so-good news one after another.
"...When the last big star in Villa Chilka hung high in the sky, we crossed the river, followed the dusk hills, and headed north..."
"The further north you go, the more eerie and terrifying the atmosphere becomes, the horses are snoring uneasily, and the birds are almost extinct..."
"It's another new day, and we continue to go north... Along the way, we can't see a tribe of northern humans who originally lived in the north. It seems that they have sensed the return of evil earlier than the humans and elves in the south. …”
"We have crossed the Duskhills and entered Etonmoor!"
"There are even fewer people here. We searched everywhere we could, but we couldn't find even a single cub. A terrible, heavy dark atmosphere enveloped the land in the north!"
"Ah! The sky, the northern sky seems to be covered by dark clouds!"
"...Ominous sign! We decided to continue heading north. Although a heavy and terrible premonition weighed heavily on our hearts, I think the purpose of this trip is most likely to be in the north... Yes, we all know , what’s there in the north!”
When the master of Gray Harbor saw this, his handwriting had become extremely hasty and sloppy. It was obvious that the person who wrote these handwritings was in a state of panic.
Chirdan's face became solemn. Of course he knew what was in the north.
He continued to flip through the increasingly confusing and scrawled information. It was the precious information that the elf sentry riders in front used to find a snowy owl with great difficulty and promised many hazelnuts before agreeing to bring it back.
"Karndum! The largest evil stronghold of the Eastern Shadow in the north, the capital of the ancient Witch-King of Angmar! It has reappeared!"
The master of Gray Harbor's expression became even more gloomy and terrifying. He quickly rummaged through the latest scrawled information piled together, and finally he saw what he was looking for.
"...We took the risk and walked eastward for dozens of miles. Finally, we found the goal of our trip!!"
"... The warg is the warg of the orcs. The enemy's sentries discovered us at the same time. We can only turn around and fight! May the glory of Elberis never fade!"
"The battle ended quickly. We took advantage of the enemy's unsteady footing and severely damaged their morale. We won! However, the enemy's large army was also alerted!"
Seeing this, Chierdan could hardly read the handwriting clearly. The scrawled and random strokes and the large ink droplets were all obvious. The owner of the handwriting was in a panic at that time.
"It was an evil army composed of terrible ancient demons and the black orcs of Mordor..."
Childan struggled to identify the handwriting on it, reading word by word, as if he was biting some meat.
"We just took a look at it from a distance and almost lost our minds! It was a terrifying evil army that has not appeared in Middle-earth since the Dark Ages. As they advanced, the sky became gloomy and terrifying, and the clouds There are dark clouds, lightning and thunder! Under the dark clouds, wild wolves are driven by them, evil bats are lingering in the sky, and the eerie and terrifying roars resound across the wasteland!"
Seeing this, the master of Gray Harbor, who had gone through countless brutal and thrilling battles in the first, second, and third eras, couldn't help but shrink his eyes, as if he had seen the terrible scene spoken by the elf sentries ahead.
In the picture, countless terrifying or bloodthirsty evil minions were roaring up to the sky, rushing towards him like a tide.
He gritted his teeth and continued reading.
"...leading this army is a cunning and ferocious pale orc. Looking at the flag, it is very likely that he is a giant orc from Gundaba. The most famous one among them was in 2799, when he killed the dwarves who wanted to take back the homeland of Moria. Azog the Blasphemer of Thror I of the Mines (grandfather of Thorin Oakenshield), but it was supposed to have been slain by Dain II..."
Seeing this, Chierdan found that the handwriting was getting more and more sloppy. The master of Gray Harbor even had to get closer to the last few words and read them carefully before he could even make a rough guess.
"...The pale orcs keep ordering the wargs to attack us...We can only retreat and dare not look back! We hope to return to...home before the evil minions catch up with us - Galdor, Gray Harbor, written In the year 2931 of the Third Era, Xia."
Chierdan took a deep breath, carefully put away these pieces of precious information, and then he immediately shouted: "Come here, sound the alarm!"
Although the information in the intelligence is worrying, at this point, it is better than being confused and not knowing who the enemy is.
Chierdan clenched his fists and looked at the Blue Mountains with a gloomy expression.
Mithrandir, I hope your plan succeeds...
Soon, the bronze bell on the tallest clock tower in Gray Harbor rang.
The elves were well prepared and immediately put aside everything at hand and spontaneously gathered at the positions that had been assigned a few days ago.
"Is this day finally coming?"
To the east of Gray Harbor, facing the mouth of the Shuen River, a black-haired dragonborn wearing heavy armor and holding a warhammer murmured.
This is a set of exquisite armor that even the most skilled dwarf masters would be stunned to see and praise loudly.
The entire body of the armor is silver. Obviously, the Elf masters who forged this armor used Star-Moon Gold, which only elves can forge!
(This is an extremely precious metal, an heirloom of the Gondor royal family. This metal was added to the holy sword Narsil when it was reforged)
Under the huge shoulder armor, the dragonborn's tall body like a demigod is wrapped in a breastplate with a unique style of exquisiteness and strength unique to the elves;
The golden sacred tree totem above is lifelike!
The veins, branches and leaves of each sacred tree are sculpted bit by bit with solid star-moon gold mixed gold threads, and glow faintly in the sunlight!
And under the dim moonlight, this armor has a faint silver light!
Isn’t it very sexy?
This is not over yet. What's worse, the elves also used three diamond-shaped sapphires, one large and two small, as accessories, inlaid in the chest of the suit of armor and down from the throat, which is the top of the golden sacred tree pattern.
It makes this set of armor even more luxurious!
At the same time, the dragonborn's arms, thighs, calves, and soles were all protected by thick heavy armor. He looked like a highly skilled elf archer, not to mention a half-orc. The armor created will cause a numb scalp if it hurts the Dragonborn.
special.
"Dang."
The alien soul put the huge warhammer in his hand on the ground, leaned against the corner of the white city wall east of Gray Harbor, and looked up into the distance.
The blue cloak flapped behind him.
Around him, hundreds of elves with helmets and armor lined up in a row couldn't help but look sideways.
I saw that under the afterglow of the setting sun, Dragonborn's almost 2.6-meter-high, huge, sacred, and majestic figure full of violent aesthetics inexplicably grew as tall as a mountain.
The brilliance of Yareen fell under the armor carefully crafted by the elf master, shining brightly, so that the elves even seemed to see the shadow of Tokas, the most brave and capable warrior in the Valar, in the dragonborn (as mentioned before , Tokas is the god of war in Middle-earth).
The alien soul is not a fool. He knows that his skills will not reach the point where he is superior to others in a short period of time (the female elf who trained him said that he was definitely boasting). Therefore, after the first two days of training, he went to Gray Harbor to The owner made a 'strange' request.
Call it strange.
Because of.
The alien soul asked the elf king in the north to build him a set of armor as strong as possible. There was no need to worry about the weight. In addition, the weapons also abandoned the long swords commonly used in Middle-earth and chose warhammers only used by dwarves. It's still an incredibly heavy portion.
It looks like "the labor force is not agile enough for you, so the labor force is pretending to be a tortoise. It first builds up the defense, and then hits you with a hammer when you are a hedgehog and can't bite the bastard."
As a result, not to mention Cirdan, even Illyvan and Fenner were confused when they saw the finished product.
Because of the dragon's bloodline, the body of the alien soul is incredibly powerful. Therefore, by choosing heavy armor + heavy hammer, he successfully hid his shortcomings and maximized his advantages.
Others worry that the weight will affect agility, but to the Dragonborn, a mere few hundred to a thousand kilograms is nothing more than water.
In addition, choosing the simplest and crudest warhammer as a weapon also avoids the embarrassment of a man who doesn’t know sword skills and can only swing around and chop at random. It’s so easy to use a hammer. Well, if you don’t like it, just hammer it down and you’ll get a tin can. Smashed flat.
What, a miss?
Then hit me again. Anyway, my defense is strong enough and my physical fitness is MAX. No matter how agile you are, can you still hide here and there forever?
Well, it’s actually because Brother Chu of the Alien Soul Battlefield chose the thickest armor to avoid being beaten. As for the war hammer, well, since he can’t dance with a sword, it’s okay to knock on gophers, right?
Here, the dragonborn looked like he was wearing a turtle shell. Chierdan was also wearing a set of extremely exquisite armor, standing beside him, imitating him and looking up into the distance.
"Come on, come on, aren't those running over there our Sentinel Riders? They rushed in front of the dark army, delivered the news to us in time, and rushed back before the evil pale orcs caught them. Gray Harbor is our great contributor!”
The master of Gray Harbor pointed to the vaguely visible figures of the Sentinel Riders on the horizon, and said loudly: "We should welcome the return of our heroes and heroes with the greatest enthusiasm and cheers!"
Here, Cirdan shouted another ancient Qunya saying that made all good and free people (elves) feel excited and inspired when they heard it.
"Arta!"
The elves shouted back, straightening their already straight waists even further.
Behind them, the battle flag of the northern elves was blowing in the rising sea breeze!
As if hearing the cheers of the compatriots, the horses under the crotches of the elf sentry riders far away ran faster.
Finally, before the last ray of sunset fell, these knights rumbled across the Shuen River and ran straight towards Gray Harbor.
Like a whirlwind, they passed through the thick gate and successfully returned to their beloved home safely.
And behind them, there are dark clouds that are getting darker and heavier!
