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Chapter 248 Rivendell (1000010000)

The Lonely Mountain Expedition advanced some distance in the wilderness. This time, there were no more orcs riding on wolves chasing them, and everyone felt relieved.

Ivy was also able to adjust his butt in time so that it sat firmly on the saddle instead of hanging in the air as in the previous chase.

"Orcs!" Kili sounded the alarm. His eyes had come in handy several times that day.

Everyone subconsciously looked back, but found nothing.

"In front!" Qili pointed in the direction of the orcs, and Ivy also saw those dark cavalrymen.

"Damn it!" Thorin cursed, "These orcs never stop!"

"We should go around them!" Balin pulled the reins hard, but the pony had no intention of listening to him at all.

"We can't get around it!" Thorin stopped Balin's action, "Since we have seen them, it means they can also see us! Keep going! Don't stop!"

"Do you have any spells that can help us? Wizard!" Bilbo asked loudly in the crowd.

In fact, from the moment Ivy discovered the orcs, he began to think about what kind of magic could help.

The mage is good at assisting, controlling, dividing the battlefield, and using the power of elements to destroy large groups of enemies. However, faced with both the enemy and us fighting at high speed, Ivy really couldn't think of any good way to achieve the best effect.

All he could do was to clear the obstacles ahead as much as possible before meeting the enemy so that the expedition team could pass quickly.

"Contract formation! Follow me closely!" After Ivy shouted this, he stopped talking and focused on the magic power in his hands. Jinjiao was very smart and continued to run in a clockwise posture, allowing Ivy to concentrate his magic power as unaffected as possible.

This was the third wizard spell of the day. Ivy decided to use the [Ultimate Spell] Super Magic Three-Ring Lightning Beam, using this 100-foot-long and 5-foot-wide lightning to open a passage for the expedition team.

But Ivy had to judge the casting distance well, because the lasting effect of the lightning beam was only a short moment. If the expedition team failed to pass through the gap when the orcs were confused by the damage caused by the lightning, the expedition team would be completely trapped in the middle of the orc army. The consequences would undoubtedly be devastating, and Ivy could only try to avoid it.

The orcs were getting closer and closer. Ivy could even see the sticky saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths and the cold light reflected by the black blades in their hands.

The light reminded Ivy, and he used his telekinesis to draw out the beast-biting sword slung around his waist and let it float horizontally beside him. Once he rushed into the enemy camp, he might not have time to cast spells. Being surrounded by enemies was the biggest test for every spellcaster.

If it was a wizard duel, silent and wandless spellcasting would obviously help Ivy gain a considerable advantage, but this was no longer the world where wizard magic originated. The reality woven by Ilúvatar would obviously not cooperate with Ivy, an outsider. He couldn't take away 20 or 30 lives with just one spell. So he could only believe that the beast bite sword in his hand was sharp enough, sharp enough for Ivy, who had no swordsmanship foundation, to kill the orcs.

A distance of several hundred meters passed in a flash, and the orc on the opposite side raised the sharp blade in his hand.

Amid the roars of the orcs and the shouts of the dwarves, Ivy finally unleashed the blazing lightning in her hand.

Just like a paintbrush covered in white paint suddenly swept across the battlefield, all the black in front of the Lonely Mountain Expedition disappeared. Whether it was the orcs' simple armor, the weapons they wielded, or the wolves under their crotches, all were wiped out from the battlefield by Ivy's extreme lightning beam.

This time, Ivy used the ability of [Wild Elemental Wave] to increase the width of the lightning beam. Otherwise, no matter how slender the horses the dwarves rode were, they would not be able to squeeze through the 5-foot-wide passage.

The spell had been cast. All Ivy could do was hold the beast-biting sword tightly in front of her and let it hit every orc that might block her way.

Jinjiao changed his gait again as if he had received a blessing, and turned it into a full-scale sprint. In the previous gallop, Ivy also slightly understood the essentials of riding and fighting. At this time, he stepped hard on the stirrups with his legs, let his buttocks completely leave the saddle, and half-crouched and half-stood together with Jinjiao to jump among the orcs' broken limbs and arms.

The arm holding the black scimitar was cut off by the beast-biting sword; the bucktoothed head with the crooked helmet was cut off by the beast-biting sword; the teeth that had torn the throats of countless prey were cut open by the beast-biting sword...

The curved sword made by the elves of Gondolin could indeed cut through iron like mud. When it hit the target, Ivy could hardly feel any resistance.

When the sixth blind orc's head and body were separated, Ivy felt that the situation in front of him suddenly became clear, and he rushed out of the orc team!
Looking back, all members of the Lonely Mountain Expedition were still there, sitting on their ponies!
"Another enemy!"

Ivy looked up and saw no longer the turbid darkness belonging to the orcs, but a golden, silver and blue color reflecting the sunlight.

"Not the enemy!" Ivy knew that the orcs definitely did not have such a high level of artistic aesthetics. He immediately realized that it was the elves' army that was coming.

It turned out that the orcs who collided head-on with the expedition team were being chased by the elves. No wonder they suddenly appeared right in front of the team.

"Put down your weapons!" The elf riding a tall horse pulled the bowstring and shouted out his warning.

"We have no ill intentions!" Ivy sheathed the Beast Bite Sword and loudly announced the purpose of their visit. "It was Gandalf who asked us to seek refuge in Rivendell!"

"Where is Gandalf?" An elven knight with black hair and a silver ring stood out from the crowd and stopped in front of the team and asked, "I saw his spell!"

"That's not Gandalf's magic!" Thorin tried to straighten his chest on the pony, as if he didn't want to be shorter than the elf, but this was too difficult for both his legs and the pony's legs.

"Really? I haven't heard that there are wizards among dwarves." The Elf Knight waved his hand to stop his subordinates who wanted to move forward, and asked another team of knights to chase the orcs who had already run for some distance.

"Our wizard is standing before you on a golden horse!" The proud old dwarf Balin rode to Thorin's side, trying to boost the dwarf prince's momentum.

Hearing Balin's words, the Elf Knight took another look at Ivy in his robes: "You do look much neater than your companions... You have a crown! Where are you from?"

The dwarves looked up at Ivy's head, but saw nothing but air.

Ivy usually hides the Ravenclaw Diadem with a discreet amulet, and it has never been discovered by others for such a long time. The elf in front of him is the first person to see through Ivy's disguise.

Reaching out his fingers and tapping the crown above his head, the golden eagle showed his true face for the first time in Middle-earth.

When the dwarves saw the crown, they no longer doubted the elves' words and lowered their heads together. Even the elves who had been holding their weapons nodded to Ivy.

"Wisdom crowns me, and truth crowns me king." Ivy said loudly, but soon he activated the effect of the Amulet of Caution again and hid the crown again. "I came from a very far place and came here by accident. This crown is a powerful magic prop. Although it belongs to me, it has not yet fully recognized me."

"So, you are the Wizard King?" The black-haired elf laughed playfully.

"Not the Wizard King here," Ivy responded simply.

"Well, since you are Mithrandir's companions, then we..." The black-haired elf looked into the distance before he finished his words.

But even the dwarves did not blame him for his rudeness, because they also noticed the gray-robed knight who was approaching quickly.

"Lord Elrond..." Gandalf's voice came from a distance. It seemed that he was also very afraid that the stubborn dwarves would conflict with the elves. "Please let us rest in your city..."

"Mistrandir!" The Lord of Rivendell rode up to meet him and spoke to Gandalf in Elvish. Thanks to the universal language of the Ravenclaw crown, Ivy was able to understand their conversation. "Long time no see! Gandalf! I was just about to invite them to Rivendell. You will get supplies and rest there."

"It is best of all, Lord Elrond." Gandalf nodded enthusiastically and rode alongside the Lord of Rivendell.

Just when Thorin couldn't help but want to ask Gandalf, he turned around at the right time, winked at the expedition team, and motioned them to follow.

Ivy was the first to ride forward, and the other members of the expedition followed one after another.

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The knights bypassed the zigzag steep mountain road, passed a path paved with white pebbles and clean sand, and finally saw the elven city located in the valley.

At the bottom of the valley is a wide and clear stream, flowing quietly in the valley around a horseshoe-shaped river. The high slopes are full of verdant pine trees, and there are many beech and oak trees growing in the lower areas. These trees and the horseshoe-shaped river together hold up a towering island, where white marble and blue-gray bricks together form a city on the island.

If a wandering poet were to compose a ballad for this city, he would probably not be able to express all his inspirations even in three days and three nights.

The city, shining with golden light in the sunset, is close to the cliff. There is a waterfall hanging down from the mountain like a white silk ribbon. Moistened by the water vapor, the rock wall is covered with lovely moss, and clear springs flow out from the cracks in the rocks. These springs gather into streams, and then gather into rivers in the city. Many fountains and water lilies are near the inner river, forming a harmonious picture with the pointed houses in the city.

As the knights approached the city, Ivy could clearly see the various decorations carved on the buildings and the long bridges across the rivers in the city. The most special of these long bridges was of course the one they were passing through.

Both sides of the long bridge are filled with statues guarding the city. They wear beautifully styled helmets, hold stone spears tightly, and look down at every visitor who crosses the long bridge into Rivendell.

The dwarves shook their shoulders uncomfortably, fearing that someone would rush out from the darkness and capture them.

This strange vigilance was not relieved until various elven dishes were served.

The Lord of Rivendell had changed into his banquet attire and invited Gandalf, Thorin, and Ivy to sit with him.

"Thank you for your generosity." Gandalf said as he and Elrond walked through the pillared hall. Gandalf said jokingly about his own clothing. "It's a pity that my robes are not suitable for the occasion."

"I have never seen you change clothes." Elrond chatted with him and led the members of the expedition into the place where the banquet was held.

The waiters in charge of music and serving food had been waiting for a long time, and as soon as the Lord of the Valley took his seat, they immediately started their work.

The reason why the dwarves' vigilance against the elves was relaxed was because their attention was diverted to another matter.

"Why are they all green foods?" Oli put the leaves in his hand back into the bowl.

"Where's the meat?" Dwalin stirred the salad with his fingers, constantly looking at the maids who were carrying plates around the table, as if he hoped that they would bring the roasted lamb leg to the plate in front of him the next second.

"Maybe you can give us some fried potatoes?" Oli was still not giving up and still hoped that things would turn around.

But the maids around them had no intention of paying attention to them, and just kept putting various exquisite cakes on the plate on the table.

At the small table with only four people, Elrond looked at the beast-biting sword on Ivy's waist: "It is stained with a lot of orc blood... Do you know where it came from, Lord Doom?"

"Ocrest, the Beast Bite Sword, was forged by the elves of Gondolin in the First Age. It was the sword of Turgon, King of Gondolin, and was lost with the fall of Gondolin." Ivy handed the Beast Bite Sword to Elrond and told him the information he had obtained through the ancient knowledge.

"Yes!" Elrond's face showed a look of surprise. "The sword that killed the orcs was forged by my relatives. Even after so many years, it still looks like it was tempered yesterday."

Elrond looked at the blade of the Beastbite and returned it to Avi: "May it serve you well."

"In fact, I know almost nothing about wielding a sword, not to mention that it is an alien weapon made by the elves." Ivy said frankly, "Since I got it, I have been asking Gandalf for the tricks of using the sword. I hope that the time in Rivendell will allow me to master it."

"There are many people in Rivendell who can help you," Elrond smiled. "Let Mithrandir have some rest."

Seeing Avy nod, Elrond picked up the sword that Gandalf had placed on the table. "Glamdring, the sword of smiting the enemy. It is also Turgon's sword. Gandalf, I am really curious about how you found these treasures. They have disappeared for a long time."

"We passed through the Eastern Road and encountered three monsters coming down from the mountains in the Ogre Forest. We then found these weapons in their cave." Gandalf swallowed the elf pastry in his mouth and explained to Elrond casually.

"So what are you doing on the Eastern Avenue?" Elrond showed a playful look on his face. "Excuse me, two wizards, a halfling, and thirteen dwarves. I have never seen such a team."

Thorin, who had been staring at Elrond's ageless face since the banquet began, pushed his stool back, said "excuse me", and stood up to leave the banquet.

Obviously this is a reminder to Gandalf not to spread rumors about the Lonely Mountain.

"These dwarves are descendants of Durin's dynasty," Gandalf said, swallowing his crystal goblet.

"They are all noble and elegant people..."

Noli stuffed an exquisite seasoning jar on the table into his arms.

"They are surprisingly well-mannered..."

Because he stuffed too much food into his mouth, Pangbo choked and had to spit out some of it.

“They have a deep love for art…”

Oin, who had been using a loudspeaker because of poor hearing, blocked his receiver with a rag because the elf playing the harp was standing behind him.

Gandalf could not continue his compliments to the dwarves any further, for Bofur, the musician among them, had risen upon the table and was leading the singing of the dwarves' songs.

Kili and Fili, who were listening excitedly, threw food everywhere to express their admiration for him. The other dwarves followed suit, and the banquet became a mess.

Gandalf could only pretend that he saw nothing and continued eating with his head down.

　Wow hahahaha——

　　My mission

　　It’s done——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)