legend begins with lord of the rings

I was also very happy to meet a new friend, Pete. He took off the wine bag from his waist and said, "This is the town's fruit wine. It is sweet and relieves the heat."

The wizard took the wine bag and took a sip, then stroked his wet beard and sighed: "It tastes wonderful."

"Yeah, I think so too." Peter also took the wine bag and took a sip.

After looking at the lively atmosphere, it seemed that drinking fruit wine was not too satisfying, so Peter shouted to the hotel waiter: "Here is a barrel of dark beer, and get us two big glasses, and charge them to my account."

As a newly promoted caravan guard captain, Peter's popularity is not low.

"The escort members get discounts when buying things here. It's a rare pleasure for us to have a drink and enjoy ourselves today." Pete said with a smile.

"With pleasure," Gandalf replied.

A wooden barrel was placed next to the two of them. It was a small barrel of dark beer that had been repackaged by hotel staff.

The glasses were filled with wine, and the two of them clinked several glasses together.

It wasn't until Pete's face turned red after drinking that he raised his head and met the wizard's magical eyes. The owner of those eyes was looking at him gently.

With a father-like look in his eyes, Peter was not sure if he was dazzled, so he said in a daze: "Gandalf, do you think I am a failure? Every time I go out of town, I am actually very scared, afraid of encountering someone.

To robbers, afraid of encountering man-eating monsters..."

After hearing the other party's troubles, Gandalf frowned slightly. He did not expect that the security situation in Middle-earth was so unoptimistic.

"No, child... you have done a good job. You will be brave in the future..." Gandalf thought for a while and explained to the other party. According to the wizard, the west of Middle-earth is relatively stable. There will be no big monsters in the wild.

Danger.

"You are a good boy..." Gandalf rubbed Peter's hair like an old father, as if injecting strength into him.

Next, the two drank several glasses of dark beer in succession.

"The next song "Dala Benba" is dedicated to the hard-working and lovely residents of Godot Town." Abel walked back to the stage again. He had an extremely gorgeous short shirt on his body.

There is a big difference between people. Many people feel awkward when they put on gorgeous clothes. This is because they cannot control their clothes.

But Abel is obviously not one of them. He seems to be born for beauty.

In the light, his brown hair fluttered slightly with the evening breeze, and his gem-encrusted coat reflected the starlight...

"A long time ago~"

"The dragon suddenly appeared~"

…

Joyful music sounded in this ancient land.

"I want to bring the best sword~"

"Climb the highest mountain~"

"Breaking into the deepest forest~"

"Bring the princess back to you~"

…

Abel enjoyed this feeling very much. When he closed his eyes, he felt like he was back in time.

It's only been more than a month, but he is already a little homesick.

When he sang "I will bring the best sword" again, Abel subconsciously put his right hand behind his back, and he raised a "sword" covered with precious stones.

The stage effect is full.

A new sense of music spread from the stage. The residents of Godot Town, who had never heard of modern pop music, all quieted down at this time and looked at Abel on the stage seriously, fearing to miss any of it.

…

"This...this..."

Pete swept away the previous decline and felt that his heart was surging. He wanted to say something to express his inner excitement. But when he opened his mouth, he found that he was too excited to speak.

At the same time, he felt different: he didn't know how Mr. Abel's voice grew.

Don't blame Pete for being ignorant, almost everyone in the audience had the same reaction as Pete.

They have not been baptized by the information explosion. How do they know: what is pseudo-note singing, what is bel canto singing, and what is called soprano coloratura.

I didn’t even know that sounds can be subdivided into: Lolita sounds, girl sounds, shota sounds, boy sounds, uncle sounds…

It was originally a cheerful song, but it silenced the audience. However, it was not difficult to tell from their expressions:

Abel "battled" and became a god.

"What a shocking performance." Gandalf sighed sincerely. As a demigod, he has lived for two eras, and there are not many scenes that can surprise him.

…

"Thank you everyone for coming here tonight. This performance ends here."

"It's getting late, see you next time."

Abel sings very enjoyablely, and his cultural advantages make him like a firefly in the dark, unable to keep a low profile at all.

But he also knew that it was enough to stop there: the wind starts at the end of the day.

Abel believed that his story collection and songs, after a period of fermentation, would surely make the surrounding villages fall, which would bring him more popularity.

Amid the cries of support from the crowd, Abel waved and walked towards the hotel. Along the way, he had to fight with the town's escort team again, but the "fans" couldn't help but be too enthusiastic.

…

The next day, the sun rose three poles.

Abel's table on the second floor is piled with bread, milk, fruits and other foods.

Since coming here, Abel's appetite has gotten better and better. Now there is enough food for three ordinary people, but it is only enough for Abel to be seven-tenths full.

Abel guessed that this might be related to the basic attributes of his body. You must know that his physical fitness is already at the peak of human beings.

From the appearance, although Abel does not have obvious muscles, he still has eight-pack abs... In terms of strength alone, even the big guy Heili can't compare to him.

"Dang Dang~Dang~"

There was a knock on the door, and Haig walked in: "Sir, Peter has brought a guest and wants to call you. Is it convenient for you?"

"Didn't Peter just come back yesterday? He didn't get much rest.

Now that he's here, let him in." Abel said while eating breakfast.

Usually when he has nothing to do, Abel likes to hang out in the house. For example, today, his plan is that he has no plans and can spend the whole day just hanging out.

"Mr. Abel, I am disturbing you this time because a friend wants to meet you." Peter entered the room and stood at the door.

It can be seen from his appearance that Mr. Peter is very energetic today. His beard is neatly trimmed and he has also changed into a neat set of clothes.

"Don't be so polite, your friend is my friend, let him in." Abel said with a smile.

"Mr. Gandalf, Mr. Abel invites you to come in..." Peter shouted to the door.

…

Gan... Tao... Fu...

Is it that Gandalf? Is it the Gandalf with unparalleled melee?

What is a surprise?

This is called a surprise.

If he hadn't been sure that his ears were pretty good, Abel would have suspected that he was hearing hallucinations. He turned his head and stared at the door eagerly, as if he was expecting something.

A tall old man, wearing his trademark pointed hat, walked in with a polite smile.

Abel's pupils were shaking: like him, like him, just like him. Our friend, the melee mage Gandalf.

"Hello, Mr. Abel. I am Gandalf. I watched your performance yesterday. It was really wonderful." Gandalf said with a smile, exuding a sense of intimacy all over his body.

"Hello, I am Wang Yabo." Yabo felt the need to tell the other party his real name.

"Okay, Mr. Abel, I remember. You don't need to add an interjection in front of your name." Gandalf smiled and nodded.

He didn't understand why the other party added an exclamation before his name: Oh! Abel.

"Um?

Just call it: dry tofu.

Right!"