Sword and Magic and Taxi

The world that Zhao Mai sees on his mobile phone is Arda.

"Finally it's no longer a gray no-passage state. It's just that the cost, six hundred and sixty-six gold coins... Iluvita is still so cruel and black." If the trough doesn't complain, and Arda doesn't go there. I always feel that there are some shortcomings. This is the place where Zhao Mai really exploded and grew up, and it was also the hometown where the Z insect was born. Now that the Z-worm is "developed" in the multiverse, it is time to return home.

His own pocket money was not enough to cover the expenses on the road, so he went to Dojian, who was in charge of all the chores in the house, especially the financial power. Diana has always been lavish, but Satilie feels that everything is expensive, rather than do it all by herself. One of them is a former **** and the other is a former slave. Only Dorgian, who has relatively balanced values ​​and a neural auxiliary network to provide reference and financial system, does this.

After hearing Zhao Mai’s intentions, Dojian’s eyes rolled and said, “You want to go to Arda without any problems, but can you take us to see? When King Aragorn immigrated to Atas, he also connected with Arda. , But I couldn’t appreciate it due to time constraints.”

It is Party A who pays the money and always respects Party A's opinions. It happened that Qiqi was on summer vacation, and everyone was free, so this tour was set. The cost of a round trip for one person is 666. According to family relationships, setting everyone as a car crew member only needs ten gold coins, which is relatively cheap.

Cheap is indeed "relative." Although the cost of 666 has dropped significantly compared with the toll of hundreds of thousands in the past, it was at the time when the world of Origination had just appeared and had the highest value. And now Alda has become "normalized", and the first-hand advantage in the fight for the original strength and the number of detached people has been divided up. Accumulation is more important than the first, and will naturally continue to reduce prices. In the multiverse, the normalized world can cost nearly 700 tolls, which is also very rare.

Therefore, Zhao Mai went to Atas, met with Aragorn and others, and asked them what they needed. These people have been separated from Alda's history, but they still have a lot of affection for the world before. On the one hand, they want to get some more characteristic products of the Alda world, which they can use in their current homes to make a memorial. In addition, they came into contact with Artas and the knowledge of the earth, and some things that could improve their "own" living conditions, and hope that Zhao Mai can pass them through.

"I'm not sure if this will work. Let me ask Iluvita. If he agrees, I will send it to you."

The rules of trans-world freight are much more complicated than passenger transportation, especially some things that may affect the development of civilization and the course of history. Aragorn and others expressed their understanding and did not insist on this, but wished Zhao Mai a safe journey.

The ladies of Zhao Mai's house filled the car with all the space bags produced by Satiri, and there was nothing in them. They were all prepared for the purpose of purchasing elves. Exquisite, practical, and elegant elf items have good markets in every world, and they have always been synonymous with rare and expensive. Arda’s elves have a rich and long history and are also a rare immortal race in the multiverse. They have enough time to devote their energy to artistic creation. The best poems, handicrafts, weapons and armors, accessories and costumes are all made by the elves. How can they not attract attention? And in Alda's history, the elves eventually left their homes in the Middle-earth Continent, went to the sea and left by boat, leaving countless good things behind. These space bags are just for everyone to scan the goods.

Good things, discounts, promotions, and merchandising, these words contain more power than any magic, even magicians, goddesses and...the dragons cannot resist. Alexstrasza paid his own fate gold coins, had to set himself as a "security guard" among the crew members, and had to follow along.

"First let me clarify that in the history of Arda, dragons are not good things. There are no friendly and just dragons at all, and there are no neutral ones. If you go, I don’t care about the purchases, don’t turn back into real life. Frighten people, especially in front of dwarves, understand?"

The dragon girl's nodding movement formed an afterimage, how could she get out of the car again? So Zhao Mai drove the car, and the whole family ate the hot pot and sang songs, rushing to the other side of happiness.

From another perspective, in Arda’s Elven City Rivendell, an important meeting is going on in secret. Elrond, the Elf King, summoned important people from all over the continent, announced to him the existence of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, and brainstormed to decide how to deal with it. Humans, dwarves, elves, and all peace-loving creatures gathered here, talking, talking, arguing, and the venue was once in chaos. The Supreme Lord of the Rings lay quietly on the stone platform in the center of the venue, and beside it were the shards of the sharpest axe of the dwarven race. This kind of mortal weapon could not hurt it at all, let alone the mortals around it. It continuously releases emotions of fear, anxiety, depression, and tension, affecting other people, keeping them divided and weak. The Supreme Lord of the Rings is looking for a candidate, who is the right one to send himself back to the Demon King Sauron?

When the crowd was in a mess, the shortest and thinnest among them stood up, with little voice. Frodo frowned slightly, and plucked up the courage to say, "I will take it to Mordor." His voice lowered again and hesitated, "It's just that I don't know how to get to Mordor."

Everyone stopped the clamor and turned their eyes to Frodo, only Elrond, the Elf King, looked at the sky. Gandalf was about to say something, suddenly frowned, his eyes cast in the same direction as the Elf King. "I will go with you, Frodo Baggins. But what is that in the sky?"

An iron box the size of a carriage passed across the sky, behind which was dragged a trail of white water vapor, which was particularly conspicuous in the blue sky. "Mislanda (Gandalf's elf name), you know well, do you know what kind of creature it is?"

"Knowledgeable" Gandalf shook his head, "Without wings, it shouldn't be a bird, but it can fly really fast! Coming from the northwest and acting in the sun, it should have nothing to do with Mordor."

"But it's coming in the direction of Rivendell. No matter what it is, it must be vigilant." Elrond nodded to Griffindell, motioning for the latter to organize defense. The blonde elf quickly left the venue, and then the loud horn sounded in Rivendell, and the elite elf archer quickly entered the battle-ready position. They have been able to see the flying objects in the sky clearly, and everyone is surprised that something with no wings but four wheels can fly into the sky.

"THE·CHE" circled in the sky, then slowly descended. While controlling the car, Zhao Mai poked his head out of the window and shouted to the following in pure Vera: "Hey, good day, no war, I am a guest."

Since the war between the Verans and Melkor, after returning to Villino and leaving Middle-earth after the victory, no one has heard the voice of Vera for a long, long time. Even the immortal elves are only those who are particularly old and noble. A few people have heard this language. Elrond is one of them, his childhood memories are immediately recalled, and a sense of identity buried in the blood spontaneously arises. "It should be a friend," he said to Gandalf, who nodded vigorously.

Grofindale was also one of the few elves who could understand. When he ran back to the venue, "THE·CHE" just landed and Zhao Mai pushed the door down. He wore a black robe made by Nexus and transformed by Z-worm, which was the opposite of the bright and splendid style of Elf City, and he was alive and well. "Ha, you are in a meeting!" Zhao Mai changed to Elvish again, with the same precision and the style of the Valinor High Elf.

He shook hands with everyone in turn and said hello, calling out everyone's name accurately, but no one at the scene knew him. If Elrond and Grofindale have a long-standing reputation, Gandalf is well-known for wandering around, and it makes sense to be called out directly, but when Zhao Mai directly tells the identity of Aragorn, he squats down and pats Frodo. When they greeted him, everyone couldn't understand them, and one by one stood blankly on the spot. Oh, it's not all stunned, the dwarf Jinli is laughing at the spread of his name, he is the only one.

"How is your shoulder injury? Show me. Elrond is a good healer, but he is far inferior to me." Zhao Mai said to Frodo, "Don't just stare, I can say The language of your family is not strange, some of it was made by me."

Frodo felt dizzy, and pulled the collar obediently, revealing the wound on his shoulder. He was stabbed by the curse sword used by the ring spirit. Although the wound was healed, the curse was still there, which would consume his energy and continue to torment his soul. Elrond used various methods and still couldn't get rid of it. He once asserted: "Only in the eternal land of Villino can there be a way to get rid of this curse."

The surface of the wound was a fresh scar, but under the skin, buried deep in the body, an iron-blue energy that seemed to be congested was entrenched, and that was the curse from the leader of the ring spirit. Zhao Mai pressed his thumb on the scar and swept it from one end to the other, directly squeezing the cursed energy from Frodo. The wound opened again, and bright red blood flowed out, but it was quickly repaired by the force of nature, and this time there was no scar left.

The curse of the Witch King was like a gray flame, which was extinguished by Zhao Mai rubbing his fingers. In any society with normal values, healers are respected, starting with witch doctors in primitive society. Zhao Mailu's hand is not only among the elves, even among the **** demons, it will be valued and protected.

"I haven't asked your name, a guest who descended from the sky." Elrond nodded and greeted us: "We are amazed by your knowledge and superb medical skills. You must not be an unknown person."

"My name in this world of Maya is Myron, not Sauron's Myron. Don't worry. You just call me Zhao Mai." Zhao Mai scratched his head and said to everyone: "I know you basically Everyone knows what happened in the past and in the future, but that is another world, not this one. I can only say that I have experienced all this now, and I came back to find Iluvita... …Asked."

Seeing pitiful heaven, the Elf King didn't know how to follow Zhao Mai's words. Although Zhao Mai quickly changed his words, everyone heard the meaning of "Looking for Iluvita". Those who dare to say this, as long as they are not crazy, his status is too high.

Elrond would never doubt the authenticity of what Zhao Mai said. The ability to speak Vera had already proved his identity. Only Vera and Maya who initially followed Iluvita can speak Vera, plus a few elves from earlier. Others, such as Elrond, can understand the language, but cannot speak or write. Even Gandalf was temporarily withdrawn from Vera when he left Villino. Sauron and Mirko were directly deprived of the ability to use this language.

"I wanted to go directly to the outskirts of Arda, but my transportation couldn't navigate there. So I wanted to go to Villino to find Manway and borrow his portal to go, but I found that I even looked for Villino. No." Zhao Mai spread his hands, expressing helplessness: "Then I turned to Gray Harbor, but the elves there were unwilling to lend me the boat. The shipbuilder Childan said they needed to obey the orders of the Elf King. Those boats are built according to the number of elves and there is no surplus. Elrond, you are the nearest elven king, so I came to you. By the way, my family is still in the car. If you can sign an order If you borrow me a boat, I just drive away."

"Let me think about it slowly, these things are a bit too sudden." Elrond sat back on the throne, tilted his head and supported it with his fingers, trying to clear his mind with all his strength.

Although the elves are not as flexible and fast as humans, they are faster than the slow trees. So Zhao Mai is not in a hurry. He waited quietly, while Frodo touched his robe, raised his head and asked: "Mr. Zhao Mai, are you also a mage, just like Lord Gandalf? You are all wearing solid-color robes."

"Oh, I am not a mage, although he is a gray robe and I am indeed a black robe." Zhao Mai responded with a smile: "He can illuminate the surroundings with a staff and then charge with a sword, but I don't have a staff but a long sword. Not commonly used yet."

"Then can you help us destroy the Supreme Lord of the Rings?" Frodo asked with wide-eyed eyes: "I don't want you to take risks, but you have a flying car that can easily enter Mordor and Doomsday Volcano? "

"How can I refuse your request? After all..." Zhao Mai touched Frodo's hair, "I only have one question, are you sure you want to destroy the Supreme Lord of the Rings?"

A complicated look flashed in Frodo's eyes, as if hesitated. However, at this time the Lord of the Rings did not hurt him too deeply, so he quickly got rid of the influence and nodded with a pursed mouth.

"In that case," Zhao Mai said to Elrond, "I am responsible for destroying the Lord of the Rings. How about you give me a ship to Villino? This can reduce a lot of losses, and Frodo does not have to lose his fingers. Oh, Don't worry Frodo, you didn't chop your hands and lose your fingers."