Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1147 1129. The truth of wizards

"Who says it's not? This beautiful world."

Gandalf chuckled and agreed.

"You still haven't been to many places, Lan. The scene in front of you is just a corner of this magnificent world."

"I am destined to miss many landscapes, but I will also see many landscapes." Lan said with relief. "But do you have any introduction? Although I may not have time to see it with my own eyes, it should be good to listen."

"Gondor, there is a holy white city, magnificent and majestic. You have seen Rivendell where Elrond is, but the forest of Lothlórien ruled by Lady Galadriel, the golden forest is also beautiful."

Gandalf puffed on his pipe and stroked his messy beard with a smile.

"There are too many beautiful places, Lan. If I were asked to tell you everything I saw and heard, it would be really difficult."

Lan nodded in agreement, but then changed the subject.

"Then that Glorfindel"

The demon hunter raised his delicate chin towards the mountain of Elbor.

Looking inside from the platform on the mountain, you can see the harmonious scene of elves and dwarves singing and drinking together on the dwarves' banquet boulder.

The elf who suddenly appeared on the battlefield today and was unstoppable was talking to Thranduil.

The Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom was introducing his son to him.

It seems that Glorfindel should be an elder even among the elves.

"Where is he from?"

As if he noticed the presence of his gaze, Glorfindel, who was talking to Legolas in the distance, turned around naturally and raised his glass to greet Lan.

"Him? Ah, that's my old friend too. Like Lady Galadriel, he is also a rare light elf in Middle-earth today."

Gandalf's words made Lan raise his eyebrows.

He still remembered the distinction between light elves and dark elves in this world: whether they had been bathed in the light of the two sacred trees before the sun and the moon appeared.

"Glorfindel now lives in Rivendell, but unfortunately, he was not there during the weeks you were there. Otherwise, you should have met earlier."

At this point, Gandalf put down his hand that was originally holding the pipe, patted the [Striking Sword] Glamdring on his waist, and said with an interesting smile.

"The two swords of Thorin and I should actually be given to him to identify. He once ruled the country and fought side by side with the holders of these two swords."

Gondolin, the city built by the elves in the First Age.

Lane remembered that when Elrond talked about the origin of the Striking Sword and the Beast Bite Sword, he mentioned this city.

"The city fell, and was attacked by the army under Morgoth and the Balrog."

Lane said puzzledly.

"Did he survive?"

"Survived? No, no, no." Gandalf said with emotion, "Although he is polite and well-mannered now, he was a tough guy at that time."

"He took the initiative to stop a powerful enemy at that time."

"Then he died, and died together with the Balrog in Gondolin."

The witcher looked at the blond elf on the boulder at the banquet in the mountain in surprise.

The Balrog was the Maia who was corrupted by Morgoth and was born from the thoughts of Ilúvatar.

And Glorfindel

"You said he died, but he has not entered the hall of Mandos now."

"Because the Valar admired his courage, kindness and justice, they resurrected him. And sent him to cross the east from the Blessed Land and return to Middle-earth to fight against evil."

Lane chuckled and looked at Glorfindel in the distance with interest.

An elven warrior who can fight against fallen gods.

But Lan's next sentence has nothing to do with him.

"I think I understand the identity of your wizards a little bit, Gandalf."

"Oh?" The old wizard also exhaled a puff of smoke with interest, which turned into a flying thin line in the sky. "Tell me about it, I am also very interested."

"Wind King Gwen is the messenger of the Valar, and Glorfindel once walked out of Valinor with a reborn body and sailed east to Middle-earth. They are all old acquaintances of yours."

The witcher looked at Gandalf with a strange look.

"I think you are a Maia, Gandalf? There are five wizards in total, all Maia?"

The old wizard did not speak, but just puffed on his pipe and scratched his face with dirty nails from time to time.

"I am not sure, Lan."

After a long time, Gandalf shrugged his shoulders, with a playful tone like an old naughty boy.

"I still know some of my friends, and I remember those friendships. But at the same time, I have lost a large part of my memories and knowledge."

"Are we Maiar? Maybe, after all, in order to protect this world, this fragile little earth ball floating in the void, the Holy Ilúvatar has banned overly powerful forces from entering Middle-earth from Valinor."

"Perhaps we can only be sure of this statement after we have fulfilled our destiny. But at this moment, I am no different from dwarves, elves, and humans."

"I am just a life fighting for justice and kindness."

Lane nodded, and once again turned his gaze to the majestic night outside the Lonely Mountain. He accepted this statement.

"Hey, Gandalf, since you are so powerful, can I ask you something?"

The witcher's tone suddenly became mercenary and cunning, and he said to the old wizard with a smile.

"Well, can you tell me first?"

The old wizard was experienced and perfunctory with a smile.

"This is what happened." Lan En rubbed his hands and squatted down to get close to the old wizard.

"Look, my armor was fine when I came here, but now it's been rubbed by Smaug's dragon fire and it's completely torn apart."

"And the scales of that dragon are indestructible, and the wing membrane can collect air and create a hurricane! I just want to make the best use of it?"

Gandalf nodded with his pipe in his mouth: "You want to use the materials on Smaug's body to make armor?"

"But it's difficult, because Smaug's scales are so strong that they are difficult to process. And the evil spirit of the dragon, just the remnants in the pile of gold almost drove Thorin crazy, let alone wearing its remains on his body."

"Evil spirit doesn't matter." Lan En said calmly, "I killed it, I'm not afraid of it alive, so why should I be afraid of it dead?"

In fact, after experiencing many worlds, the armor that Lan En prefers is the Isu technology creation of the ancient Greek world.

This kind of armor of the forerunner civilization has a built-in protective shield function. If the protective shield is not broken, you will not die. Even if the kidney is stabbed, it is as if nothing happened. The armor also has additional supplementary functions and intelligent settings.

This is the good thing about high technology, which makes people feel comfortable to use.

But unfortunately, the creations of Isu technology are rare, and as soon as they are used, they enter the countdown of power decline.

Cassandra only used two years to waste countless Isu technology creations.

After all, the civilization era of the Isu people is too long ago, and these technological products have been abandoned for too long.

It is a manifestation of strength that they can still be used after being dug out.

This is the armor that Lan En favors in terms of technology.

In terms of materials, there is no doubt that the various biological materials in the New World are dazzling.

The ecosystem with abundant life force and prosperity has bred various powerful creatures that are always evolving.

Hunters hunt monsters and then turn the monsters' materials into their own weapons and armor.

During this process, when forging truly powerful protective gear and weapons, the [essence] of the monsters will be deliberately preserved, so that the armor has some residual characteristics of the monsters in their lifetime.

However, while being powerful, the [essence] of these monsters will of course corrode and oppress the wearer.

It is said that hunters who cannot withstand advanced equipment but are stubborn often have a bad ending.

Lan En is very fond of the armor of the New World, and if you really want to pursue advanced armor produced in this technology and environment, then adapting to the oppression of the armor on the user is a necessary process.

Smaug's evil spirit is not unacceptable to Lan En. In fact, it is a prop that allows him to adapt in advance.

"Oh, that's good." The old wizard said innocently, as if he didn't realize anything. "It's reasonable for a warrior to want stronger armor."

"It's reasonable, but Smaug's body is made of this material. It seems that no one has made armor with dragon scales, right? There is no technology or drawings at all. Aren't you a Maia? Use your wisdom to help!"

Although Gandalf doesn't look like the god of forging, the creator of dwarves, the Valar - Aulë, the Maia of that field.

But he is a god born from the thinking of the God of Creation. It should be okay to make an armor design on the spot, right?

"Unfortunately, it's not okay."

Gandalf's face showed regret, but in Lan's eyes, this guy was obviously laughing in his heart!

"I said, Lan. My mind is muddled, and I have lost a lot of knowledge, wisdom, and memory. Don't embarrass the old man!"

As he said, Gandalf stood up tremblingly, as if he was not the one who could chop off the head of a troll with a sword in broad daylight.

Looking at the old wizard who was acting directly, Lan's mouth twitched, but there was really nothing he could do.

The banquet in Lonely Mountain continued.

Although the King under the Mountain could only attend some important moments briefly due to his serious injury, the elves and humans fully understood this as comrades who had just fought side by side against the orcs.

The next morning, the humans who had no ability to pursue the orc remnants were first invited to discuss post-war matters with Thorin, and Lann was invited as a witness to listen.

Thorin announced that he recognized Bard's inheritance rights to Dale City and paid gold to humans as agreed, enough to rebuild Dale City and Long Lake Town.

Then there was the national treasure from the Woodland Kingdom, the relic of Thranduil's wife, and the white gem that sparkled with starlight, which had been placed in a prominent place in the treasure house.

This treasure was also returned to its original owner. Although Thranduil still didn't smile when he saw Thorin, at least he would not subconsciously think that Thror's grandson would still be a thief.