Chapter 55 The Sword Still Unknown

Swish——

The long sword was swung down, and another warg ignited with flames and fell to the ground wailing.

Levi rode a fast horse and quickly pursued the fleeing Oaks, buying time for the dwarves.

"Shoot his horse first!"

The Oak leader shouted, and several archers drew arrows in the distance and nocked their bows, aiming at Li Wei's crotch and shooting in a burst.

However, let’s not talk about whether these archers can hit the horse while running at full speed. Even if they hit it, they will only lose one or two drops of blood, which is really not worth mentioning. Judging from the several groups of hay blocks in Levi’s backpack, he Even if he stood there and let the Oak shoot all the arrows, he couldn't kill the horse.

As for Levi, shaking his health bar a few times is a sign of respect for these arrows. Now that it is below a certain level, it is difficult for ordinary bows and arrows to cause effective damage to him.

With the sound of horse hooves, Li Wei struck a warg with his sword and kept pursuing forward.

He was chopping and chopping, and suddenly, a loud and familiar sound of a horn sounded in the distance.

Rumble——

A group of Noldor cavalry wearing silver-gray armor galloped over, and they formed a corresponding formation in advance before engaging the Orcs.

Immediately afterwards, there was a one-sided battle. The little Oak leader shouted and tried to regroup his team, but his voice was soon drowned in the wailing of his men before they died.

"withdraw!"

After shouting, the little boss was the first to run away.

Originally, the fierce man was destined to lose this battle, so we could only try to hold him back, kill the dwarf first, and then run away quickly.

Now, in addition to that man, another group of elven cavalry has arrived. What else is there to fight?

Soon, the Oaks on this plain were running away, dying, and all disappeared.

Levi looked around, but did not see Gandalf and the dwarves. It seemed that they had already walked towards the valley from the hidden intersection.

After confirming that there were no remaining Oaks, the elves reorganized their formation, put away their weapons and ran toward Levi.

"Why is it you again?"

Elrond rode forward and began talking to Livy.

"You seem to have become much stronger since we last met. I have often heard rumors about you recently."

"I'm honored." Levi nodded and said hello to the Lord of the Valley.

"I'm just wondering why these Oaks started wandering around again."

Elrond looked at Levi thoughtfully.

"No, it's not because of me this time. As for the reason, it's a bit complicated. They should be approaching the valley soon."

"them?"

other side.

The entrance to the valley.

"Mithrandil." An elf came down the steps and greeted Gandalf.

"Ah, Lindir!"

"I heard that you crossed the Xiangshui River." Lindir said in Elvish.

Gandalf came over and said seriously: "I have to talk to Lord Elrond."

"Lord Elrond is not here."

"Not here?"

"Where is he?"

As Gandalf was asking, suddenly the horn sounded at the entrance of the valley, and a group of cavalry walked in orderly along the slender bridge.

"alert!"

The dwarves protected Bilbo in the middle, picked up their weapons, and stared at the group of elven cavalry.

"Wait, the one at the end is...Levi?"

Bilbo pushed aside the dwarf and squeezed out.

"Gandalf," Elrond greeted.

"Lord Elrond."

"Mellonnen (my friend)." Gandalf greeted the Elf lord in Elvish.

After taking off his helmet and handing the weapon to Lindir, and chatting with Gandalf for a while, Elrond expressed his doubts:

"It's really strange that the Oaks have been approaching here again and again in a short period of time. Last time they were attracted by a human who was good at fighting. Why are they attracted this time?"

"It should be because of us."

While they were talking, Levi, who was walking at the back, skillfully handed over his horse to an elf to take care of him, and went over to say hello to Gandalf and Elrond.

"So you know each other." Elrond looked at Gandalf and then at Levi.

"That's what I want to say too."

Although he said this, Gandalf seemed not surprised at all. He just nodded and continued the topic, turning sideways to show the dwarf behind him.

"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain." Elrond greeted politely.

"We probably haven't met before."

Thorin, the chat wizard, began to play his part.

"You are quite grandfatherly in your actions. I have known Thror when he was the king under the mountain."

"Really? I've never heard him say a word about you."

Elrond took a deep breath and ordered in Elvish:

"Sign up the fire, prepare the wine, and entertain our distinguished guests."

This lord knew better than to be as knowledgeable as the dwarves.

"Is he talking bad about us?"

Hearing that the other party was speaking a language he didn't understand again, Gloin couldn't help but get angry.

"No, Gloin, he is inviting us to a banquet." Gandalf was a little tired.

The dwarves looked at me and I looked at you, and they gathered around and discussed for a while.

"Oh, in that case, then lead the way."

Unlike visiting Levi's territory, the elves and dwarves were not polite at all.

After a while.

The dwarves looked at the rather environmentally friendly dining table in front of them, with expressions of embarrassment on their faces.

"Oh my god, is this what they usually eat?"

"This is far worse than Levi's. It doesn't even have any meat at all, it's all vegetables, and it's all raw!"

"My pony won't eat this."

A dwarf threw away the leaves in his hand with a look of disgust.

"Can Levi cook? If he cooks, it's okay to eat vegetables."

The dwarves gathered at a table to discuss the elves' food.

Kili secretly winked at an elf.

"Although I don't like elves, this one here looks pretty good."

"That's not a female elf."

"Hahahahahaha——"

The dwarves laughed, and Kili just felt it was noisy.

At the other end.

Levi sat with Gandalf, Elrond, and Thorin.

Elrond identified Gandalf and Thorin's swords one by one and told them their origins.

"Ocrest, the forger is my western relative, may it serve you."

Even though he was choked by Thorin before, it was obvious that the elven lord did not hold a grudge. Even if the sword fell into the hands of the dwarf, he still sincerely wished that it could play the role of a good sword again.

"By the way, I see Levi also has a sword forged in the First Age. Why don't you help him take a look?" Gandalf suddenly suggested.

He was impressed by Levi's sword that killed countless orcs and wargs.

"Oh, this one, Lord Elrond has already helped me take a look at it when I came last time."

Having said that, Levi still took out the sword.

Elrond nodded and took the sword again, but this time he looked at it very carefully.

"I can conclude that the craftsmanship of this sword is no less than the other two."

"And, I don't know if it's my illusion, it seems to be sharper, and..."

Elrond picked up the sword and looked at it carefully, only to see a little imperceptible glimmer on it.

"It has some kind of magic attached to it, and it's a bit hot."

"It feels different to me than last time. After being baptized by fire and blood on the battlefield, this sword seems to be much brighter."

Looking at the increasingly sharp edge of the sword, which has already begun to take on a magical quality, Elrond felt a little dazed for a moment.

"Maybe, in the near future, you should give it a name."

"Name?" Levi took the sword and was a little embarrassed for a moment.

The naming difficulty came back.

Sitting next to him, watching Elrond carefully identifying everyone's weapons, Bilbo quietly pulled out his dagger under the table, thinking that this might also be a famous sword.

Seeing this little action, Balin said, "No need to ask, brother, I think yours is probably not even a sword, it's more like a letter opener."

Hearing this, Bilbo lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

A light dinner party was over quickly.

In addition to the good wine, the dwarves only have one comment on the dishes here: not as good as Levi's dry food.

Levi certainly knew that the elves had meat to eat, and he treated him with meat when he came last time.

However, no matter how good-tempered the elves of Rivendell were, no matter how indifferent and tolerant they were, they could not say nothing after their lord was scolded. That would be cowardice.

This vegetarian feast was a subtle little revenge for the dwarves' foul mouth.

At night.

Under the starlight, Elrond interpreted the secret code on the map for Thorin and Gandalf.

Bilbo was fascinated by the scenery in front of a fence.

Levi was at the manger, explaining to the elves in charge of maintaining the horses that they did not need to feed them hay, while asking where Aggra was.

Aggra was the elf who had warmly entertained Levi before. Levi had asked him to visit the roadside fort, but from the elves' time concept, he might think that Levi had just left not long ago, so he was not in a hurry to visit.

Since they are here again, we should give them some gifts.

Everyone in the valley was busy with their own affairs.

On the other side.

Lonely Land, Wind and Cloud Peak.

The escaped Orc leader walked up tremblingly and reported to a pale-skinned strong Orc:

"Those dwarves... Lord, we lost them, and the elf scum attacked us."

"Don't make excuses for me."

Azog turned around slowly, and his tall stature allowed him to look down at the leader.

"I want the life of the dwarf king."

"We are outnumbered and have no way to deal with it. Moreover, there is a terrifying guy here. I finally escaped back..." The leader explained weakly.

Azog grabbed his neck and slowly lifted it up, roaring louder and louder:

"In fact, you might as well die there!!"

Click.

Azog exerted force with his right hand, and the leader's head tilted, and he was motionless on the spot, and his body was thrown aside to feed the wolf.

"The dwarves will appear sooner or later. Let the word go out that a bounty is on their heads!"

Ah——!

The orcs let out strange cries and rode on their wolves to continue searching for traces of the dwarves.

However, before setting off, a scout came to report timidly.

"My lord, we found a fortified city in the wilderness to the east. It's big and quiet..."

Azog's fierce expression froze on his face.

He clenched his remaining fist, took a deep breath, and angrily ordered: "Go around it."

"Yes, my lord."

He knew who the owner of that place was.

A long time ago, two Orcs escaped from the city wall and brought the fear of the Wayside Castle back to the Misty Mountains. For a long time, no Orc dared to approach that area.

Until the incident in the Anduin Valley happened later, the Orcs' hatred for that man was engraved in their bones.

That hatred was so deep that it even evolved into fear.

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