Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1115: 1097 undercurrent

Chapter 1115 1097. Undercurrent

Thranduil seems to have made up his mind. He just wants to go to the Lonely Mountain to get back his deceased wife's relic, the Starlight White Gem.

?As long as you want to get something, you retreat into the dark forest and live your life behind closed doors.

?Lane did not persuade him of his position. After all, as Thranduil said, the elves are few in number and it takes time and effort to grow.

?But most elves will still be beaten to death by a dozen orcs.

?For ordinary people, there is a limit to progress, and this limit is likely to be no match for the numerical advantage.

?It is too cruel to put elves into the battlefield of infinite orcs.

On the other side, Lan En, who was still amazed by Lady Galadriel's power, suddenly found that Arondette around his waist began to spontaneously shed light again not long after.

?The holy and pure light of Eärendil.

??The witcher pulled out the long sword from its sheath, and then the light on it seemed to be connected to the starry sky before.

? ?Extended a thin and wavering light band, extending all the way to the southwest.

?That is the direction of Dol Guldur.

??“.Support?”

Leaning against the remains burned by dragon flames, Lan En frowned slightly and looked at the Sword of the Lake Lady in his hand.

?From what Thranduil said, the light of Eärendil left in Middle-earth is only the amount of a crystal bottle in the hand of Lady Galadriel.

?Part of it was given to the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. Perhaps the lack of this part caused some trouble for Lady Galadriel.

?So even though they were hundreds of kilometers apart, Alondette still supported the light.

??But what kind of role should a light elf like Galadriel need to support from Eärendil's light?

?In fact, the answer has always been obvious, but because they were frightened by the war, most people in the know were unwilling to admit it.

?The only one who can allow Galadriel to expend such huge power is the fallen Maia—[Dark Lord] Sauron.

??Although he killed the evil dragon, Lan En, who was resting on the ruins, kept looking at the starlight strip extending from his long knife.

?It wasn’t until the light band disappeared soon and there was no more movement in the sky that he breathed a sigh of relief.

?Go to the bonfire raised by the elves and rest with them.

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??Bud woke up from his blanket on the ground early the next morning.

?He was drowsy, but then he was awakened by the cold morning mist.

??The human archer stood up suddenly with alertness, and wanted to touch his bow and arrows with his other hand.

?But after he didn't touch anything and glanced around, he stopped in a daze and scratched his head.

?“You were hit hard last night.”

A voice came from behind Bard. Bard turned around and saw Lan En sitting on a stone step scorched black by dragon flames, holding a bowl of steaming fish soup in his hand and eating.

?Seeing Bard turn his head, the witcher raised the wooden bowl in his hand towards him.

“The elf just caught a fish and stewed it with some salt. Do you want a bowl?”

?But Bard looked confused and pointed to his ear, shouting at Lan En from a distance that was clearly not far away: "What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!"

? Lan En was also a little confused. He quickly put down the fish soup in his hand and ran to Bud to tinker with his ears.

?After a long time of patting, I saw significant improvement.

??It's just that Bud still habitually shouts loudly when speaking. This is because his hearing has not fully recovered, and he needs to wait for at least a few more days to think clearly.

?“It’s expected.”

?Lann breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Bard's ears, and clapped his hands.

“You were too close to Smaug last night. First, he kept roaring, and then the shock wave of the thunder even knocked you away. It’s lucky that your hearing can be restored.”

?In fact, last night, there was such a loud noise from Qilin's broken corner that even Lan En couldn't help but cover his ears.

?It just makes my eardrums feel sore.

?“Here you go, wear this.”

As he spoke, Lan En took off a small coat of arms from his belt, with an abstract pattern of white wind on it.

"What is this?" Bard took it and asked curiously, "Your wizard's magical prop?"

"You can think that it will speed up your recovery. It's just a loan, you have to pay it back."

??Bard nodded and said that of course, he was not a greedy person, or that was when Smaug was attracted by the greed of the dwarves and caused such a big disaster.

?As a descendant of the Lord of the Valley City, he should be the most averse person to greed.

Soon, Bard also felt that the small coat of arms in his hand was unusual.

?After he was knocked away last night, the wood chips and glass fragments from the building debris actually left many small cuts on his exposed skin.

??However, the alchemy technology of the New World Investigation Team, the function of [Early Recovery Stone Protection] began to take effect, and he suddenly felt that the pain of the small wounds on his body was greatly reduced.

In the square not far away, the sounds of elves relaxing and laughing were also heard.

Smaug's huge body lay quietly in the ruins of Lake Town, but people no longer cared much about it. The elves were carrying baskets of fish to play with the unicorn.

??This creature with a noble appearance and a commanding temperament, and who had a head-on confrontation with Smaug last night and blasted off one of the dragon's wing bones, was very loved and respected by the elves.

The elves caught a lot of fish this morning after asking Lan En about the food habits of the unicorns, but they only kept five or six fish for themselves, and the remaining basket was used to feed the unicorns.

Of course Kirin is welcome to come. After all, the elves in this world have a natural affinity with them. They are the firstborn children created by the creator **** Ilúvatar.

?Furthermore, Qilin had just lost his pale horn. Although I don’t know if it was because of experience this time, he still adapted.

??In short, the state is much better than after the last horn break.

?But in order to grow those pale blue high-energy crystal horns, of course there must be no shortage of food.

There was a sound of hooves trampling on the trail, and it came closer.

?This is not the sound of unicorn's hooves, but Thranduil's mount, a majestic stag.

?“What are you going to do next?”

?After getting closer, the Elf King sat on the back of the stag and asked Lan En and Bard.

?“Are you leaving?” Lann stood up and looked at Thranduil.

"Yes, we have to go back and tell everyone that the dragon is dead, so that my people can relax their tense nerves."

Thranduil said, looking past Smaug's body lying on his back and looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

“Besides, it’s time for me to prepare to take back our national treasure, my deceased wife’s belongings.”

“Then I wish you good luck. Thorin will return the Starlight White Gem to you. He is reasonable.”

"It's best." Thranduil repeated with a sneer. "It's best after he enters the Lonely Mountain and sees the treasures piled up by his ancestors."

?Seeing the racial conflict between dwarves and elves, Lan En wisely chose to shut up on this issue and start another conversation.

“The citizens of Changhu Town have all arrived at the ruins of River Valley City, and we are also preparing to go there.”

??The witcher patted Bard on the shoulder, but because his ears were not yet healed, Bard didn't hear anything and could only nod hesitantly.

?“We might need a little help.”

"Go ahead, Adanisil. All the people in the Lonely Mountains owe you a favor, and we elves are not ungrateful."

“River Valley City needs food and things to keep out the cold.” Lan En also turned his head and looked at the snow-capped mountains sparkling in the sun. "It looks like it's going to snow now."

The temperature is getting colder and colder now. Smaug's dragon fire last night almost burned down the entire Changhu Town. However, early this morning, the town's waterway, which had lost its sluice blockage, was filled with ice floes coming in from the lake.

?“That is, supplies.” Thranduil nodded easily, and at the same time pulled the reins to turn his stag. "We'll be in Riverdale soon, don't worry. Goodbye."

?Lan En also waved to the elves.

Even though Bud didn’t hear clearly what they said, he knew it was goodbye when he saw the waves.

?The elves have orders and prohibitions, and have a tacit understanding with each other for thousands of years, so their actions are faster and smoother than imagined.

As soon as Thranduil appeared riding a stag, the elves who had originally surrounded the Qilin politely bowed or waved goodbye to the ancient dragon of the New World.

?Then he packed up his things quickly and followed Thranduil back towards the direction of the Dark Forest.

?The town, which was already deserted, became completely quiet after the twenty-one elves withdrew.

??Only Qilin was left, with curiosity and anger, occasionally using his hoof or lowering his head to nudge Smaug's completely cold body.

??With the death of the evil dragon, the evil dragon stench from its body seemed to be purged by the light of Eärendil on Alondette.

?So Qilin was not irritated by the smell of the evil dragon.

???Although Bard's ears are inconvenient at this time, after experiencing the scene of facing Smaug last night, he now misses his three children very much.

?So after finishing the remaining fish soup in a few gulps, he also started to pack up the bedding on the ground, bundle it into packages and prepare to go on the road.

??Bard is packing his things, and Lan is not idle either.

?He had collected the remains of his armor last night. It can really only be called a wreck.

??Although there was no problem with the main body of Valyrian steel armor and the chain mail shirt, the cloth and leather responsible for linking and caulking were all burned out.

?The entire Bear School Grandmaster level armor is now a pile of armor pieces that cannot be connected together. Needless to say, the enchanting effects that were supposed to be connected as a whole must have failed.

Lan En is now wearing a silk lining in his armor. He found a torn canvas that still smelled of fish oil and old oil in the ruins of Lake Town, and packed up all the broken pieces.

??Walking to Smaug's body, Lan put the bag of things on Qilin's back and patted the ancient dragon on the head.

“To be honest, it’s pretty easy to touch without the horns.”

??Qilin hissed in dissatisfaction, lowered his head angrily and pressed Lan En's chest, pushing the man who made sarcastic remarks away.