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If it really is poisonous, I'm not afraid. At worst, I can just escape into my own dimensional space.

Moreover, with the added advantage of his status as a dimensional demon god, his resistance was maxed out, so food poisoning was no problem.

Lin Bei isn't afraid to eat mixed mushroom soup, and he can even swallow pufferfish raw.

Gandalf wailed for a long time, but Lin Bei ignored him, so he couldn't keep up the act anymore and asked directly, "Aren't you afraid?"

Lin Bei simply raised his eyelids and replied, "There are still differences in the physical constitution of different people."

Besides, it's between you and me.

"Don't worry, eat it. Even if it really is poisonous, I can save you."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Gandalf: How could I forget who this guy is! This is so embarrassing!

After a long while, Gandalf changed the subject and asked, "We've eaten enough. Shouldn't we think about what the secret message on this door is?"

Although I don't know why you went to Moria.

That's not a good place to go.

There must be a reason why the dwarves abandoned this place.

Lin Bei finished the tentacle in his hand in two or three bites. "Why bother with all that trouble! What's the point of thinking of secret codes!"

Lin Bei knew the secret code to open the door: call out "Friend" to the door in Ancient Elven language.

However, Lin Bei really couldn't understand the language system of this world. They all spoke English, yet they distinguished between this language and that language.

This is really troublesome.

Moreover, Lin Bei didn't know that the ancient Elvish language was a language that corresponded to.

Could it be Mandarin?

Unfortunately, the world they traveled to wasn't the Chinese version of Middle-earth.

That would be really interesting if I were to travel to the Chinese version of Middle-earth.

Lin Bei was actually quite looking forward to seeing those elves speak fluent Mandarin with a strong local accent, or perhaps Shanghai dialect.

Chapter 120 Oak

Gandalf is a competent supporting character.

He plays his role and delivers his lines.

With an expression that suggested she didn't believe Lin Bei could do it, she followed Lin Bei to the entrance of Moria.

He kept babbling on and on: "The doors made by dwarves leave no trace when closed."

That is, I noticed it.

As he spoke, he placed his hand on it and stroked it.

Where Gandalf's hand touched, a faint light began to appear, and silver lines emerged on the rock.

At first, they were just tiny, spiderweb-like traces, but soon these lines gradually expanded outwards and began to become very clear.

Above are seven stars, accompanied by a crown, below which are a hammer and anvil, and below that are two large trees with crescent-shaped branches, and most clearly, in the very center is a star with many starlight.

"These are all emblems of Turin. There is also the sacred tree of the High Elves and the starlight of the Fenoll family."

These were all crafted from Ishildin metal, which only reflects starlight and moonlight.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that his eyes look like stones. That's just how the dwarves made them. In reality, they're an alloy made of mithril."

Even a dragon couldn't destroy it!

Lin Bei raised his hand to stop Gandalf from speaking, "Let me ask you something, did the dwarves here originally have a lot of mithril?"

Gandalf didn't know why Lin Bei was asking this, but he still answered, "Mithril, a special metal that dwarves discovered when they were mining ore."

They loved it more than anything. It could be hammered and stretched like bronze, and polished until it shone like a mirror. Dwarves could use it to make metals that were lighter than quenched steel, yet harder than dragon scales.

Mithril is as beautiful as ordinary silver, but it does not lose its luster or fade.

It also has another name: Moria Silver!

"As you can tell from the name, this is where most of the mithril is produced."

Do you think there wouldn't be mithril here?

Upon hearing Gandalf's reply, Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh and say, "That's wonderful!"

For such a precious metal, the more the better.

Lin Bei had obtained some from the previous isolated mountain, about three cubic meters. Its weight was less than fifty kilograms, while ordinary steel would weigh more than 200 kilograms.

There was also a chainmail made of mithril, but the size was a bit small; it would be just right for dwarves and hobbits.

Moreover, as the most famous metal in the fantasy world, its uses are even more numerous and far more useful than the Xuan Tie in the martial arts world.

Whether it's mixed into weapons or armor, or used as material for setting up magic arrays.

A few question marks popped into Gandalf's head. "Do you have a way to open this secret door?"

Lin Bei smiled mysteriously and said, "Since the dwarves are so fond of mithril, considering it their most precious treasure."

They must be heartbroken to be able to use a large portion of it as a secret door.

"I refuse to believe it! This entire mountain wall is made of mithril!"

Gandalf promptly corrected him, "It's Ihildin!"

"Who cares what metal it is, just watch my performance."

Upon hearing this, Gandalf stepped aside.

Lin Bei's hands groped around on both sides of the now-glowing secret door.

I originally intended to use the Five Elements Technique to control this metal door.

Unfortunately, the level of the Five Elements Techniques is really low, and it's almost falling behind Lin Bei's pace.

Manipulating things that don't have magic is manageable, such as ordinary stones, metals, and plants.

Once you encounter something magical, the effect is completely disappointing, just like trying to tease an orange tabby cat with a cat toy – it won't even acknowledge you.

However, it was just as Lin Bei had expected.

Those dwarves weren't wealthy enough to replace an entire mountain wall with mithril.

This gave Lin Bei an opportunity to exploit the loophole.

Lin Bei wouldn't be like the protagonists in those TV dramas, who are imprisoned in a cell made of black iron.

With unrest outside and no guards, he possessed the extraordinary skill to break walls and split rocks, but after discovering that the iron railings made of black iron could not be destroyed, he could only wait helplessly.

Why can't they just tear down the wall?

Why can't we learn from Brother Xiao?

They can scoop it out with just a spoon.

It's a shame he's a martial arts practitioner.

As Lin Bei's internal energy was released through the Five Elements Technique.

Lin Bei quickly figured out the structure behind the secret door.

A narrow passage.

It is more than ten meters high, and the thickness of the mountain wall is also the same, reaching ten meters.

With the right tools, it would take about ten days to dig through.

For example, Gandalf's jeweled sword, given to him by Lin Bei, could be pierced in just one night, without taking ten days or half a month.

However, for Lin Bei, this was even simpler.

With a slight thought, Lin Bei noticed the rocks in front of him changing according to his wishes.

Like a sponge that has the will but not the power, it simply droops down.

Before long, a passage appeared in front of Lin Bei.

It's much easier to walk through than the passage built by the dwarves.

At least you can get in without having to bend over or stoop.

"Alright!" Lin Bei withdrew his hand, waved to Gandalf, and went inside first.

Gandalf paused for a moment, then followed him inside.

Enter Moria.

But it wasn't as short as I had imagined.

It was unexpectedly wide and tall.

It has doors on all four sides, supported by huge stone pillars, and the walls are polished black stone.

The presence of crystal chandeliers ensures that, despite the absence of open flames, the space remains bright and airy.

After entering Moria, Gandalf kept sniffing, and as he moved forward, he finally couldn't help but say something.

Do you smell anything strange?

Lin Bei said dismissively, "Isn't this normal? After all, so many dwarves died here, it's normal for the flavors to be a bit strong, isn't it?"

After answering, Lin Bei asked in return, "Are you familiar with this place? Do you know where the Qazadum Bridge is?"

Gandalf did not answer Lin Bei's question, but instead muttered, "But I always feel something is wrong. This smell doesn't seem like the stench of a rotting corpse."

It's more like...

Lin Bei replied directly, "Stop overthinking it."

This place is occupied by orcs, half-orcs, and trolls.

There's another big one here!

Gandalf was startled. "Then why did you come here! Could it be that..."