Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1150 1132. Return

At the edge of the old forest, Lan and Gandalf first watched Bilbo lead the pony and walk away towards the green and peaceful Shire.

Then the two of them would separate.

"I really hope you can go to the White Council with me again."

Gandalf said to Lan with regret, holding his wand.

"I felt a lot more relaxed when you went to shut up Saruman last time."

"He is a strong and focused person. I have no complaints about him presiding over the meeting. He just always targets me, which makes me passive every time I have a meeting."

The old wizard led his cow-colored horse and hung the drooping silver scarf around his neck.

Under his lush white beard, he kept mumbling.

"This is your trouble, Gandalf." Lan said easily. "I have things to do too."

"Tom Bombadil?"

Walking at the edge of the old forest, Gandalf looked into the forest and uttered a name.

"You want to go find him?"

"What else?" The witcher shrugged, "He was very friendly when he entertained me, but he turned around and threw me out."

As he said that, Lan lowered his head to the side and looked at the old wizard's pointed hat.

"Why, you want to meet him too? Well, this may help your career."

Gandalf's gray pointed hat, which originally shrugged with his steps, became obviously stiff and hesitant, but in the end, it returned to normal.

"No." Gandalf's first sentence was still a little hesitant, but the second sentence was completely relieved. "Well, still no!"

"As I told you, this ancient creature cannot understand our struggle and persistence. He also appreciates good and resists evil, but he is not sensitive to this."

"He will curb the spread of evil out of his own heart, but this curbing is not strict or resolute. Again, because he does not understand."

"That's it." Gandalf looked at the old forest again. "Let this ancient existence stay peacefully in its own territory."

"Okay, okay." Lan En echoed perfunctorily beside him, "The words of our old wizard are really meaningful and profound."

"But I want to go find him again."

Gandalf looked up at the tall demon hunter beside him with disdain, then curled his lips under his beard, and walked forward with the sleeves of his gray robe.

"Then let's look forward to seeing each other again in the future, Dragon Slayer Lan En."

"Goodbye, I wish you health and longevity, Gray Robe Gandalf."

As he said, Lan En himself laughed.

Wishing a Maia a long and healthy life. Gandalf may have witnessed a longer time than this world.

The old wizard did not look back, but shook his wide grey robe sleeves as he walked away, as a greeting.

Lan, Qilin and Flannel Ball looked at each other, and then walked into the old forest together.

This old forest, which looked unremarkable from the outside, had a strange feeling when they entered.

Lan, Qilin and Flannel Ball only felt that the lush vegetation was spontaneously giving way to the branches and vines that blocked the road.

The dewy grass was not slippery.

In this intentional and unintentional, natural giving way, they were naturally led to a place.

After walking to an open space, the roaring bear head pendant on the demon hunter's neck began to jump spontaneously.

And Lan's eyes also showed a look of "as expected".

A small river flows along the edge of this open space, and a huge willow tree grows on the muddy land on the river bank.

The trunk and bark were covered with knots and scars, showing the tree's age.

The demon hunter had a mischievous smile on his face, and walked over to kick the trunk of the willow tree with his toes.

"Bang, bang, hey, so honest?"

The strange thing was that there was no wind, but the willow branches that were originally close to Lan En's side all rustled to the other side.

It seemed to be disgusted and avoiding him.

The flannel ball sat on the back of the unicorn and curiously came closer to look at the old willow tree.

This was the old willow tree that wanted to eat them.

A leisurely and comfortable song came from the woods in the distance, and kept approaching this side.

The unicorn turned around with the sound of the horse's hooves, and Lan En simply leaned against the old willow tree with his hands on his chest, looking at the direction of the song.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, there was a rustling sound of tree branches rubbing against each other.

A yellow hat with blue swan feathers came out of the woods first.

Then came a round face with a seemingly eternally happy smile, red beard and red hair.

Then came the body in a blue coat.

The body was about the same size as a dwarf, and at this time, one hand was holding several green pine branches in the crook of his arm, and the other hand was holding a cane.

"Ah! You are back!"

As if he had known it for a long time, Tom Bombadil came over without any surprise.

He held the cane in his hand and raised his hand to hold down his yellow hat.

"Did you have a good trip?"

He asked with a smile.

Lan En crossed his arms and shrugged against the old man of the willow tree.

"I did meet a lot of good friends, but my armor was scrapped, but it doesn't matter. What are you doing holding the pine branches?"

As he said that, Lan took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to help him.

But Old Tom waved his hand and shook his smiling face: "Winter is coming soon, and it's time for Goldberry to dress up. These pine branches will be just right for that time. I searched for a long time before I found such a good one!"

"It looks like you should leave, right?"

Lan, Flannel Ball, and Kirin all nodded.

"Thank you and Mrs. Goldberry for the cookies. I used them to save three good dwarves. We should leave too."

As for what the witcher said to Gandalf before, that he was looking for trouble with Old Tom, it was just a joke.

"Save people! Aha! There is really no more legitimate and more effective use than this!"

Tom Bombadil said happily.

"Goldberry will be happy to hear that!"

He leaned his cane against the old willow man pretending to be dead next to him, and then he clapped his free hand to celebrate.

All his actions were like those of an ordinary woodcutter.

"But since you are leaving soon, I will also give you a small gift, Lan."

Tom Bombadil said so.

"You have made this great piece of music more exciting and interesting. Please don't refuse. In a way, this is a thank you."

"Well, then I accept it?"

Lan said uncertainly, while his eyes glanced to the side.

"Will this not take too much time?"

An inexplicable wind began to blow, and in the air, it seemed as if there was suddenly a mirror in the air.

And this 'mirror' was becoming more and more obvious.

"No, no."

Old Tom waved his hand nonchalantly as if he had not seen the strange scene in the open space.

And after he finished speaking, although the air flow was still disturbed, there was really no sound at all.

"Come on, Lan. Excuse me, you have to lower your head a little."

The smiling old man carefully put down the pile of pine branches in his arms and walked to Lan.

The witcher also bent down like a stream.

Then, Old Tom tapped Lan's forehead with his finger.

"Okay."

Just a light touch, nothing else happened. Old Tom straightened his yellow hat with a blue feather, bent down and picked up a bunch of pine branches and his cane.

"Goodbye, kids! Have a good trip!"

After saying hello, the short old man hummed a ballad again, went into the woods without looking back, and disappeared.

From the perspective of the flannel ball and the unicorn, Lan, who was tapped on the forehead by Tom Bombadil, froze after that ordinary action.

He looked ahead with empty eyes, unable to focus.

After Old Tom left, the wave of chaotic magic became more turbulent.

The roaring bear head pendant on Lan's neck was jumping like dancing, and the sound of the wind flowing inexplicably in the air became stronger and stronger. Finally, a "crackling" sound burst out in the air, and lines similar to broken glass appeared out of thin air.

"Hi Lulu!"

'It's over! Lan En was fooled by Old Tom! '

The Kirin was like an anxious big dog, jumping around the demon hunter, rushing forward and stopping suddenly from time to time. It seemed to want to scare him awake.

"Is it, is it that serious?!"

The fluffy ball was also confused, and quickly jumped off the Kirin's back, ran to the frozen Lan En and shook his body.

But at this moment, Lan En reached out and pressed down the furry little paw shaking in front of his eyes.

His expression was still numb, even a little demented, but at least he said something logical.

"No, I'm fine"

As he said that, he walked towards the already opened celestial sphere intersection rift.

The fluffy ball and the Kirin hurriedly followed, looking at him worriedly.

Fortunately, this state seemed to be very short, that is, about two minutes, and the demon hunter returned to his normal posture.

But the surprise in his eyes was always strong.

This state even lasted until he stepped into the water of Lake Vizima again.

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"So." The Lady of the Lake said calmly, playing with a strand of her dark green hair with one finger. "That's what Galadriel said?"

"She said that when we were playing together in Valinor, she was actually the one who took care of me? Humph!"

Although her tone was calm, facing the naked goddess sitting on the Throne of Splash, the fluffy ball still felt a little scared.

The kitten took two steps back cautiously and tugged at Lan's clothes carefully. Unfortunately, the witcher, who was usually good at dealing with the goddess, seemed to be thinking about something at this moment and had no reaction at all.

The Lady of the Lake seemed to have seen the problem, and she was not worried at all. She directly skipped her favorite "teasing" part and asked the three-flowered Elu cat.

This made the fluffy ball feel like sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in the back, and like a fishbone stuck in the throat.

But there was no way. In the slightly narrowed eyes of the Lady of the Lake, the kitten could only timidly and embarrassedly "meow" softly.

The lady's hand reached out to Lan's waist, and with a 'swish' she drew out her long knife.

Although she was not convinced, her tone was a little dangerous.

But when she saw the knife with her own eyes, the lady in the lake still showed nostalgia, smile, and appreciation.

"The light of the Two Trees, Galadriel."

The essence of the light of Earendil is the light of the most precious treasure in the world - the Silmaril.

The Silmarils came from the greatest elf craftsman - Fëanor. It was he who preserved and fused the light of the two sacred trees that once illuminated Arda to create the three Silmarils.

For the Lady of the Lake who played and studied with Galadriel in Valinor during the era of the Twin Holy Trees, compared to the 'Light of Eärendil' that only appeared in the First Era.

The name that made this light even more familiar to her was - [Light of the Twin Holy Trees].