The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 475 We are different~
"You performed well. If you keep performing like this, it shouldn't take long for today's training to be over, right?"

In the competition arena, Glorfindel was looking at Rohan with waning interest, who was wrapped in golden-blue flames. He was constantly thinking about ending today's training as soon as possible.

At the moment, Luohan's strength is still too weak after all. Even at full strength, he can only force out about [-]% of his strength at most. This feeling of being neither better nor worse makes him very unhappy.

There is no way to let go of your fists and feet for a hearty fight, and you also have to worry about accidentally beating this cheap apprentice to death. There are too many things to worry about!
That's why he hates being a master. It's a thankless job. He shouldn't have agreed to Childan in the first place...

Just when Lord Golden Flower was already thinking about what to eat for dinner next, he didn't expect that his cheap apprentice was constantly accumulating strength at this moment, preparing to pierce him as a master with a spear:

"The last move... [Solar Eclipse]!"

"what?"

In a stunned moment from Glorfindel, the golden light on Rohan's body suddenly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was replaced by a round of purple evil sun appearing at the tip of the spear!

As the light all over his body dissipated, Rohan's royal blue eyes reappeared in front of Glorfindel, reflecting the passion and fighting spirit of the young elf.

But the difference from the past is that the depths of these sapphire blue eyes that are as moving as the sea are shining with a faint golden light at the moment, and even Glorfindel's heart can't stop throbbing.

"Today's young warriors are really getting more and more amazing~"

Looking at Rohan, who was as dazzling as the morning sun, Glorfindel couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, but then his hands full of power suddenly picked up the spear and smiled:

"It's just that you are still too young now. What can these delicate hands protect? You still need to improve!"

After saying that, he straightened up his spear without fear and stabbed Luohan's [Solar Eclipse]. At this moment, the sharp spear seemed to transform into a golden celandine flower, showing its splendor to the purple sun.

Glorfindel is worthy of being the Lord of the Golden Flower!
boom--

In the end, under the expectant gazes of the surrounding elves, the two spears with different postures collided fiercely under the control of their respective owners. The aftermath of the battle even made them subconsciously narrow their eyes.

Don’t think that elves are all weak and delicate because they are good at various artistic creations. In fact, elves are far more advocating violence than humans!
After all, for elves, the fighting capabilities of humans and Orcs are too weak, so solving problems through violence is the most effective way.

"Wonderful battle! I didn't expect that I could actually see an elf in Middle-earth who could fight Glorfindel so fiercely, right?"

Ou Xi also stood up from his seat with enthusiasm, but compared to ordinary elves, he could already sense the outcome of this war through the airflow.

"It's just... this little guy Luohan is really unlucky right now. Even if I look at him like this, I'll feel so miserable~"

In the end, amid Ousi's gloating laughter, the sand and dust raised by the competition arena dispersed, allowing the elf audience to see clearly the true face of the arena:
The Lord of the Golden Flower is as elegant as ever. The green cloak and the blooming celandine on it are not stained with any dust, just like the spring wilderness, the beauty of the flowers is blooming.

As for Rohan...

Shouldn't he be dead?
"The timing of the last move hidden was quite good. You are already stronger than many first-born elves born in the Giant Lamp Era. What you lack is just the understanding of spiritual power."

Glorfindel's handsome face finally showed a gentle smile at this moment. He looked playfully at Rohan who was half buried in the ground in front of him. There was no apology in his words.

After all, the garden had just been burned down, and now he could finally beat the culprit to a pulp. What else could he complain about?
What's more, he himself is also a docile elf, and there is no deep hatred between him and Luo Han, so there is no need to fight to the death.

"Ahem...I've already felt it, so isn't that why I'm sincerely studying?"

Luo Han got up from the ground angrily. He didn't feel much anger or unwillingness about his tragic defeat, but he was just a little surprised that the gap between the two was so big.

What's more, he could feel that the other party withdrew his strength during the final blow to avoid hurting him. If that was the case, what else was there to say?
"Hello, master!"

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that one day I would be called master by other elves~"

Glorfindel looked at the dusty-faced Rohan in front of him with satisfaction, and showed a rare expression of joy at becoming a master.

Unlike the various elven races that are divided in the Warhammer world, most of the elves in Middle-earth are gentle-tempered immortals. They live as long as the sky and do not have too strong pressure to survive, which also drives them to be better at restraint. enjoy life.

The birth of every elf is a rare treasure for Arda, and even many Valar and Maia will offer their blessings for the birth of new life.

They love life and making friends, but it is precisely because of this that they instinctively refuse to deal with humans.

The most special gift that the Creator Ilúvatar once bestowed upon mankind was that it allowed mankind to freely write its own destiny without being bound by the great music. After death, the soul would leave Alda and fly to freedom.

Even if the elves die, their souls will be trapped in the palace of Valar Mandos, the god of death, waiting for judgment, and will be given the opportunity to return to Arda, and can continue to stay with their relatives and friends.

Because of this, every human friend the elves make is destined to end in pain, because for the elves whose souls are trapped in Arda, such a separation means eternal farewell.

The torture of losing a close friend is enough to destroy the soul of an elf. For immortal elves, they have to face the cruelty of farewell before they even have the chance to fully understand their friends.

This is like a human being falling in love with a terminally ill patient who can only live for two more months. How sweet the time together is, and how deep the pain of separation is!

For Lord Golden Flower, the fact that he was able to gain an elf disciple with a fairly good temperament and quality was enough to make him happy:
"Let's go, my lovely apprentice, let us put aside the previous unfriendly and bad memories. In the next few years, I will give you what is the true spiritual power."

Glorfindel did not dislike the dust on Rohan's body at all. He reached out to help him up from the broken marble floor, and then walked together towards the Gray Port:
"Childan has prepared a sumptuous banquet for our master and apprentice. You still have a lot to learn, so don't be too tired by then."

"oh oh!"

Rohan, who was hugged by Glorfindel's shoulders, had obviously not recovered from this enthusiasm. Out of instinctive fear that the other party might be detrimental to him, he raised his arms and tried to organize.

But when he saw the smile on the face of Lord Golden Flower, the chirping Ou Xi next to him, and the elves around him who welcomed him with smiles on their faces, Luo Han finally put down his arm, and a glimmer of light could not help but appear in the corners of his eyes.This fucking thing is called real life!

F*ck, was the time I lived in Naggaroth still a human life? !
——Mordor, Mount Doom
Fuck, is this still how people live? !
On the other side of the Misty Mountains, Archaon, who is also one of the twin-tailed comets, was also enjoying his lunch and expressed the same emotion as Rohan.

It's just that compared to Lohan, who is admired by many stars, Archaon's treatment is obviously worse:

"Ahahaha, I can finally have non-rotten human flesh and bread for lunch today!"

"Sniff, ah~ The wine shipped this time should be fermented with the milk of demon wolves and the freshest corpse maggots. It has been almost half a year since I was tainted by the smell of wine. I'm so greedy~"

"I heard that the tribe next door to us just slaughtered an Orc prisoner today. Maybe we can get an arm based on our past friendship?"

……

Eating time is always the Orcs' favorite daily activity of the day. Of course, the prerequisite is that there must be anything that looks at least appetizing.

As for daily recipes...

Although the Orcs also like to eat barbecued vegetables and bread, it is obvious that these high-quality meals must be provided to the delicate human soldiers first, so very few can be distributed to the Orcs.

However, thanks to the fact that Mordor currently has no military expansion plan, the Orcs can still dig out a lot of 'delicious' food that can be reprocessed from the garbage dumps of those human soldiers.

Archaon, who was wrapped in bandages, was sitting on the hill of the military camp with his upper body naked. Looking at the chaos of the Oak carnival around him, he couldn't help but shake his head and said:

"It's really unimaginable that Sauron would eat such disgusting food to those warriors who fought for him life and death. How can this ensure the combat effectiveness of the Orcs?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at the exotic barbecue bibimbap on his plate. He obviously didn't think that this overly skewed food distribution method was reasonable.

As one of the twin-tailed comets, Archaon also happened to become a disciple of the Dark Lord Sauron, and also received a fat beating, and is now in a period of recuperation.

It's just that the person responsible for guiding him in fighting is not his master Sauron, but the nine ring spirits under his command!

His tragic defeat at the hands of the Witch King of Angmar made him think that although other Nazgul might be equally powerful, with his strength he should be able to fight with ease, at least able to fight for hundreds of rounds, right?
However, the cruel reality is that even the weakest Ninth Ring Spirit can easily defeat him within twenty rounds!
Archaon, who had been challenged in terms of strength, could only put away his pride as the Eternal Chosen in a depressed manner, and patiently learned magic and martial arts with these cold human monsters.

It was dinner time, and he had the rare intention of sneaking out of the Dark Tower to check on Sauron's army, but he saw such chaos in the military camp!

And even those large-bodied Georg variants called 'Uruk' don't seem to have made much progress compared to humans in terms of food treatment:

"I want to eat beef!"

"Only the bull's head!"

"Grandpa, I want to eat beef!"

"Eat if you like, get out if you don't!"

Hearing the quarrel coming from the camp next to him, Archaon, who was about to lower his head to eat, couldn't help but turn his head and look to the side. Then he saw an Uruk nearly two meters tall standing next to the kitchen, staring at A pair of bull's eyes looked at the cook orc.

Oaks, also commonly known as Orcs, Archaon felt about these low-level soldiers who were only about 1.6 meters tall. They were a little stronger than the green-skinned goblins, but still not as good as the imperial soldiers.

However, this is not absolute. These half-orcs can exert a combat effectiveness that far exceeds that of the imperial provincial soldiers at night, but during the day they can only be compared with goblins. It is truly a magical species.

The Uruk Orcs are a rare variant of the Orcs who are naturally stronger and more resistant to sunlight. They can even run for dozens of kilometers during the day without feeling tired.

Archaon's evaluation of these strong orcs is that they are not as good as the big green-skinned guys, but they are still much stronger than ordinary green-skinned guys, and they are high-level soldiers.

However, Uruks with a body size of two meters and two like this are indeed rare, and it is not difficult to see from the scars and strong muscles on the opponent's body that the opponent's strength is at least comparable to that of an ordinary green-skinned warlord!

Seeing this, Archaon also rarely became interested in such a unique Uruk. He turned around and looked at him with one click on his mobile phone.

"How dare you scold me?!"

Hearing that the mere orc in front of him dared to insult him, this Uruk slapped the stone table in front of him hard, and the huge force actually split the table into a pile of fragments.

Seeing this, Cook Oak couldn't help but reveal a hint of horror in his eyes, but then he still held his neck and shouted:
"Just sit there peacefully, strong orc, beef is for humans to eat, and now it's good enough to have a cow head for you to chew on!"

"Hey! I still have to eat beef today!"

"Then don't look for me. All the beef I have has been sent to humans. I can't keep you here!"

After saying that, the cook Oak lowered his head and continued to deal with the rotten bone sticks that still had some meat residue on his hands, preparing to chop them into pieces and send them to the blood pit where the wargs were kept.

Uruk, on the other hand, stared at the human camp in the distance with resentful eyes. The smell of barbecue that exuded the Qin'ao heart and spleen made his mouth water, but in the end he chose to sit down and pull the cow's head.

Looking at the beef head in front of him that smelled sour and had no condiments, Uruk could only try to fiddle with it to find a place to put his mouth, but after hesitating for a long time, there was still no movement.

pat~
However, at this moment, a plate of roast beef exuding a seductive aroma was placed in front of him. Before he could react, he heard a cold and unfamiliar black voice ringing in his ears:

"Eat mine, as a warrior you seem to need it more than I do right now."

(End of this chapter)