Astartes of the Bear School

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 he wants something, he retreats to the dark forest and lives his life behind closed doors.

Lan En did not persuade him any more. After all, as Thranduil said, the elves were few in number and it took 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 there is a high probability that this limit cannot match the advantage of numbers.

Putting elves into the battlefield of infinite orcs is really cruel.

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

A thin and swaying band of light extends all the way to the distance in the southwest.

That is the direction of Dol Guldur.

".Support?"

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

Judging from what Thranduil said, the light of Eärendil left in Middle-earth was only the amount of a crystal bottle in Lady Galadriel's hand.

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 sent the light to support them.

But what kind of character should an enemy like Galadriel, a light elf, need the support of Eärendil's light?

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

The only person who could make Galadriel expend such huge power was 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 the elves have raised and rest with them.

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Bud woke up early the next morning on a blanket on the floor.

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

The human archer suddenly stood up alertly, trying to touch his bow and arrows with his other hand.

But after he didn't touch anything and glanced around, he stopped in confusion 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 it.

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?"

Bard, on the other hand, 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.

However, Bud still habitually shouted loudly when speaking. This was because his hearing had not fully recovered, and he had to wait for at least a few more days to think it through.

"It's quite expected."

Lan En 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?" After Bard took it, he shouted curiously, "Your wizard's magical prop?"

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

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

As a descendant of the Lord of the River Valley City, he should be the most taboo person on greed.

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

After he was blown 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 and 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 on the ruins of Lake Town, but people no longer cared much about it.

The elves were carrying baskets of fish to play with Qilin.

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

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

Of course, Kirin welcomes all comers. After all, the elves in this world have a natural affinity with them. They are the firstborn children created by the creator god Ilúvatar.

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

All in all, it's much better than the last time it was broken.

But in order to grow the sharp blue high-energy crystal horns, of course there must be no lack of food.

There was a sound of hooves on the trail, approaching.

This was 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?" Lan En stood up and looked at Thranduil.

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

Thranduil said, looking past Smaug's lying body and looking at the solitary 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 this way." Thranduil repeated with a sneer, "It's best this way after he enters the Lonely Mountain and sees the treasures accumulated 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 gone to the ruins of River Valley City, and we are planning to go there too."

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. The entire Lonely Mountain region owes you a favor. 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 Long Lake Town, but early this morning, the waterway in the town that 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.

Although Bud didn't hear clearly what they said, he knew it was goodbye when he saw the waving hands.

The elves follow 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 quickly packed up his things 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.

Therefore, Qilin was not irritated by the smell of the evil dragon.

Although Bard's hearing is not convenient at this time, after experiencing the scene of facing Smaug last night, he now misses his three children very much.

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

Bud was packing his things, and Lan En was not idle either.

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

Although there was no problem with the Valyrian steel's main body armor and chain mail shirt, the fabrics and leather responsible for connecting 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, now wearing a silk lining in his armor, found a torn canvas that still smelled of fish oil and old oil in the ruins of Lake Town, and packed up all the 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 quite easy to touch without the horns."

"Xilulu!"

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