The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I don't know anything." Zelin took a deep breath: "Everything is speculation. Wait for Gandalf to announce it. I don't want my speculation to misunderstand you."

With that, he turned and left the stairs and returned to his room.

Altarel stood in place, looking at the back of the demon hunter, thinking for a while. After disappearing from the upper stairs, she walked towards the palace on the right like a flexible squirrel. Gandalf, surrounded by the crowd in the square, walked towards the palace of King Elrond together.

Walking briskly in the unmanned corridor, the sunlight cast the shadow of the pillar on the opposite wall.

Gandalf was injured, and the great eagle rescued him. Zelin knew how difficult it was to tie up a wizard. During the Battle of the Five Armies, Gandalf was better than the most powerful warrior in the north. If it hadn’t been for the problem with his wand, he might have Stronger. The wand seemed powerless, but a creature like an orc, powerless to wear heavy armor, couldn't stop a blow.

Zelin noticed just now that the wand in Gandalf's hand disappeared.

This is not something ordinary orcs or ogres can do.

"Hi, Zelin, Zelin!"

The sound coming from behind caused the demon hunter to slow down. He turned his head and glanced at the Hobbit who was catching up.

"What's the matter, Bilbo?"

"I heard them say that Gandalf, the gray-robed wizard, is here." Bilbo walked quickly to Zelin, and he was still walking like he used to: "Where is he? What happened? The elves are very nervous. By the way, Do you know? I saw Legolas just now, and Legolas is here as the envoy of His Majesty Thranduy. Are you going to say hello to him?"

"We will have enough time to greet each other until the next banquets and meetings." Zelin slowed down to adapt to Bilbo's pace: "Is everyone here already? When are they going to hold the meeting?"

"No, there are still people who haven't come." Bilbo explained: "His Majesty King Elrond also sent a messenger to Gondor in the south. The messenger has returned. It is estimated that representatives of the Gondor will also arrive in a few days. There will be a meeting."

Zelin paused in his footsteps.

"Not here yet?"

"This kind of thing can't skip Gondor. Gondor has been fighting Mordor and guarding the Mordor gate. Oh, this is what His Majesty Elrond said. After seeing River Valley City, I sometimes really want to take a look. The legendary Gondor, the city of Saint White, is said to be a resident of River Valley City, who would admit that the city of Gondor far exceeds the River Valley." Bilbo raised his head and said, "The last time you said you had been to Gondor, it was Really?"

"It's true, Bilbo." Zelin sighed lightly: "I have not only seen Gondor, but also the city of Gondor occupied by Mordor. It's very bad. The army of orcs is overwhelming. I thought I was going to win several times. As a result, Mordor can always come up with stronger power, or be defeated by humans who have lost confidence due to fear...Oh, yes, Bilbo." Zelin suddenly thought of one thing: "I asked you before. Gandalf returned you the Mithril armor, have you received it?"

"Ah, the last time Gandalf came to the farewell party, he gave it to me." Bilbo clapped his hands. "I gave it to Frodo. He needs it more than I do."

Zelin cast a questioning look.

"Frodo will return to the Shire soon. Without the ring on his body, there will be no threat to him."

"It would be great if so."

Bilbo sighed heavily: "This is the trouble I caused, and it ended up on Frodo. If I can, how and how I want to take over all this for him. I hope all this can be painted here. Full stop, let Frodo go back."

"Why not?"

"His Majesty Elrond said that he will wait until the meeting is over." Bilbo walked, looking for tobacco in his jacket pocket: "They didn't tell me what they were going to do, but they didn't know? Ah, Zelin, you go to attend. During the meeting, can you tell them if you want to do something, let me go."

"You go?"

This really surprised Zelin: "You are already a hundred and ten years old."

"But look. The last time I visited the Shire with you, how different is it from the first time we met in Gushan? I would rather you say that you are eighty-one years old. How?" Bilbo squeezed out a few tobacco leaves, then spread out his hands: "Oh, I know there is white in my hair, but only one point. I can run and wield that old sword. I'm in the Goblin Kingdom. The sword found inside will shine as long as there is a half-orc approaching. I always carry it with me. I can walk without a cane. I will never forget the mountains or the wasteland. The scenery here is indeed beautiful, But I have been here for a few months, and I feel that this is not the place I want. What I want will always be in my memory, fifty years ago."

"I thought you were looking for a good place to rest."

"I really want to rest, Zelin, I really want to find a beautiful place to complete my book. I used to want to." Bilbo clenched his fists: "But so much has happened now... .. I hate the feeling of being out of the way and powerless. Everyone is rushing for the trouble I caused in the past, but I have to stay here, look at them, and then do nothing?"

"You can't blame you for those things back then, Bilbo." Zelin waved his hand, made a temporarily disabled gesture, and rejected Bilbo's invitation to smoke together: "That ring in your hand helped other people. A big job. At that time, you first found the trace of the orcs and then warned everyone. You were not wrong. You were wrong for forging the Lord of the Rings for ambition, and for the sake of ambition, the people who did not put the ring into the Doomsday Volcano to destroy it. Don’t worry. Now, with so many people around, the Ring of Strength will be properly handled."

Bilbo stopped: "You will tell them about this, right?"

He asked aloud to Zelin's back, "You will tell them at the meeting, right?"

"Relax, Bilbo, I will."

Zelin didn't look back, he just raised his hand.

Bilbo sighed and lowered his eyebrows.

Two sparrows landed on the branches outside the corridor, creaking.

Bilbo with his hands in his pockets, looking at the branches, the dim sunlight shone on his face.

With a sigh, he sat on the long stone chair aside and knocked his pipe in the corner.

Thin smoke lingers between the pillars, a smoke ring floats into the sky, and disappears into the dusk of the river valley in a gust of wind.

In the room, only Virginia was alone. The long journey made this girl who didn't go out very often feel exhausted, so during the two days in Rivendell, she stayed in the room to read. After all, even if she graduated from Winterhold Academy and worked in Erithusa Academy after she left, she would go to work through the portal.

A month of continuous travel is too far for her.

When she heard the door opening, Virginia turned around and noticed Zelin who walked in with an unexpected look. Generally speaking, Zelin will only come back at night.

"What's the matter, Zelin?"

Lying on the bed, Virginia, who was supporting her with her hands, rubbed her eyes. Seeing Zelin walk in, she turned over and closed the book. "Why come back so early today?"

"I'm thinking about one thing, Virginia." Zelin sat on a wooden chair and sighed heavily: "I'm thinking about one thing, considering how to make a decision."

Virginia chuckled slightly, she sat up and sat cross-legged on the bed: "What are you thinking about? I will help you think about it." She rubbed the corners of her eyes again: "Ah...I haven't seen it yet. After you can’t make a decision."

"Because this time, the decision I made by myself is very likely...there is a problem."

Ze Lin pursed his mouth, and the thought that had been lingering in his mind just now.

Seeing that Zelin was not joking with herself, Virginia's face also became serious.

"You can't doubt yourself, Zelin, you have to be confident so that you won't shrink back when you encounter difficulties." Virginia frowned: "It's not like you, how could you discuss countermeasures with me before? In terms of experience and experience, you are far ahead of me. Oh, do you want to read the book with me? The lessons recorded in the book can help us avoid making the same mistakes."

Zelin shook his head. Virginia was not disappointed either. She knew that Zelin didn't like to read story books and magic books. The only thing that attracted him was the paper on which swordsmanship and information were recorded.

"It's not unconfidence, Virginia. I was able to make decisions in the past because I knew what to do. But what if my perception went wrong? If I subconsciously think that the right thing is actually being Misleading? During this period of time." Zelin stretched out **** and gently pinched in front of his eyes, as if to grab something invisible. After a few seconds, he looked at Virginia: "Can you think about it for me? I have to... observe myself to avoid mistakes."

Chapter 2397 The Flame of the West

In the afternoon, a team of four humans arrived at Rivendell.

"Are you going to have dinner? Ah, I won't go now."

"Then I can keep some for you?"

"Huh? Okay, I'll go back later."

Facing Xisali's invitation, the dragonborn's legs stood in place as if they had taken root.

The moonlight shone on the statue of the elf in the robe. The statue is holding a stone plate in his hand. There are several fragments in the stone plate, a sword tip, two sword body fragments, one large and one small, and a hilt. The hilt is left with a fracture about the length of a palm. Sword body. She stood in front of the stone plate, carefully looking at the broken sword in front of her.

"Is it that good-looking?"