The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Subsequently, the banquet became a celebration of victory. People toasted to each other. The waiters kept bringing up plates filled with torn lamb, beef cubes, apples, and smoked fish. The waitresses held clay pots filled with milk and goat milk. The guards of the Golden Temple moved to the huge oak barrels at the corner of the hall. Each guest only needs to raise an empty glass, and a waiter will fill them with beer.

"You know, Hisalie, I really like this kind of banquet." Zelin sat at a long table in the corner, leaning forward and said to the druid. The hall was very noisy, and the humming sound made some shouts and laughs from time to time. He had to do this to let Xisali hear what she was saying: "It’s better than those banquets held by Enid in Hundred Flowers Valley. There are too many. There is also the favorite social banquet organized by the Warlock Order, Tishaya and others. Compared with those, I still like this."

"Really?" Hisalie raised her eyebrows, and she held an apple in her hand: "I thought, as a prince, you would prefer those luxurious parties. I have been with someone who was lucky enough to attend the King's Banquet in Stormwind. After talking, they said that in the palace of Stormwind, even the lion statues are made of gold. The food inside includes the delicacies of all known lands. Everyone in it is dressed in the most formal and gorgeous costumes, and wears all kinds of Magic jewelry and rings. In my impression, you should often attend such banquets."

"So I'm just a dispensable prince." Zelin took a bite of the lamb: "I'm glad I don't need to care about body shape."

Here are all the famous generals and elders of the Luo Khanate, but Zelin didn't know most of the people at the banquet. To avoid embarrassment, he asked King Haydon to allow him and Hisalie to stay in the corner of the banquet hall. Hidden was surprised at his request, but after listening to Zelin's explanation, he gladly allowed it, and sent two attendants to serve his table with food and wine.

"I like fruits." Xisalli took a bite and said while chewing, her voice a little slurred: "Meat is just a necessity with very low demand. If it is not necessary, eating meat is just a waste. Another one. Where's the elf ranger? Isn't she going to the party? I seemed to have seen an elf prince at the first row of banquet tables just now."

Xisari looked around, and she had not found Altariel in the banquet hall.

"Isn't she here yet?" Zelin frowned: "I'll go out to find her in a while. Does she really think this is a banquet?"

"Any other things?"

"Yes." Zelin nodded: "The victory over Saruman is just a small victory. The real enemy has not even sent his troops. There will be a big battle next."

"Do you already know where the enemy is attacking?" Hisalie asked in a low voice, "Elune is here. After you came back that day, you wouldn't say anything. I thought you were in trouble."

"Yes, I know." Zelin nodded: "And I also told Gandalf. When the banquet is over, Gandalf will discuss the next action with King Hayden."

"How did you do it?" Hisalie asked curiously: "Others have never heard from Saruman before."

"Because they are only talking about trials and crimes." Zelin put down the leg of lamb with only bones, took the handkerchief on the corner of the table and wiped his fingers: "And I was talking with Saruman about how he should use it. Knowing Sauron's information, in exchange for greater benefits-the losses he can recover. Do you remember the seeds I asked you for before?"

Zelin recalled the conversation he had with Saruman in the cell that day.

The cell was dim, and sunlight could only flow in from the open cell door, casting the shadow of the demon hunter on the opposite wall.

"Gandalf wouldn't think that sending another person over can extract any information from my mouth?" Saruman looked indifferently, sitting on the rock, still maintaining the appearance of a winning ticket, as if he was defeated. The man is not him, but Gandalf: "You can go back and tell Gandalf that this is just his wishful thinking, just as he thought that the human ranger could ascend to the throne and save mankind. Wouldn't you think that a group of riding The barbarians of horses, can really defeat Mordor's army?"

"It sounds like you know how many troops Mordor actually has." Zelin stretched out three fingers and grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth: "More than 30 years ago, I fought Sauron in Mordor. I used to Destroy the orc tribes of Sauron, destroy their fortresses and camps. You stay in Isinger, hiding in the tower and dare not take a step, thinking you understand what is in Mordor? No, no one here is better than me. Knowing Mordor, no one is better at killing orcs who are loyal to Sauron, do you understand?"

Saruman raised his head and laughed lowly: "Gandalf always looks for allies made by idiots. First the greedy and stubborn dwarves, then the stupid and ignorant hobbits, and now the arrogant and ridiculous humans. I can. To tell you, I have witnessed Mordor’s army. It is a powerful army of tens of thousands. The mutant monsters in Mordor are working for this army. They stay behind the Shadow Mountains, waiting to be killed at any time. , To completely destroy any enemy who dares to resist Mordor. Just the giant beast in that army is enough to pacify Luohan! Not to mention there are hundreds of times the beasts and the eastern peoples!"

"Sounds good." Zelin shrugged: "Then I'm even more curious, Sauron has such a powerful force, why does he join hands with you? When dealing with dust that can fly by just moving your fingers, who Will you need an ally? Not to mention, this so-called ally is still crushed by dust? How stupid Sauron is to find the failed white-robed wizard Saruman as his friend instead of destroying the Luo Khanate, by the way Crush him to dust together?"

Saruman's face was sullen, and he kept his mouth still.

"That's why I came to you." Zelin stepped forward, squatting down, and narrowing his eyes slightly. He turned his back to the prison door and his face was as dark as a cell: "Sauron doesn't need allies, but someone needs them. When facing a terrorist army, any help is in the snow and can offset all previous mistakes."

"So, Gandalf sent you to threaten me?" Saruman narrowed his eyes slightly. Grima hid behind Saruman expectantly, as if desperately hoping that Saruman would nod in agreement immediately.

"This is not a threat." Zelin stretched out a finger and shook: "This is a deal. You sell me Sauron's intelligence, and I can set you free again and get Isinger again. Everything is back. Back to what it was before this war."

Chapter 2471: The Flute of Edoras

"Elune is on, are you crazy?"

After listening to Zelin's narration, Hisalie widened her eyes in surprise: "Let him regroup? He will be killed again soon. Don't you think he will be defeated once and become a kind and good person again?"

"Of course not." Zelin spread out his hand: "So your animal friends and Treants will be of great use. Treants will not leave Isengard. The Fargon Forest is inside Isengard, completely destroying Ai Singh is isolated from the Misty Mountains. Tree Hu will not allow any half-orcs to pass through its forest. As long as no orcs from the Misty Mountains are assisted, Saruman will have no soldiers and workers, and no one will mine iron ore for him. He can't actually get anything, except for the empty tower that was evacuated."

"Emptyed?"

"You would not think that I would be kind enough to return the treasures in Isengard to the original owner? In fact, we took away everything in Isengard, including the food supplies left by Saruman, Jin Silver treasure, all the things that were needed have been taken away." Zelin waved his hand, he picked up the cup, but the cup was empty. At this time, a woman behind him came up to fill him with beer.

"There is no need to stay. It is not so much to return Isinger to Saruman, it is better to prepare him a larger prison. Of course, he can choose to leave this prison at any time. But even if he leaves, you have you With the help of, we can also determine his specific location at any time. Without the wand, he loses the ability to cast spells." Zelin raised his glass to drink, and turned his head to the maid behind him. "Thank you."

But the rim of the wine glass hasn't touched his lips yet. His movements stopped.

The blonde woman in the white dress smiled slightly: "I saw you and this elf friend staying alone in the corner and chatting, so I came over." Queen Eowyn said, she put down the clay pot: "Mind if I am here. Sit for a while? I just toasted Aragon and Jinli and Legolas were fighting together."

"Of course it's okay," Zelin quickly moved his body to the other side of the bench to make room for it.

"So, Saruman told you about Sauron?" Hisalie smiled at Eowyn, and then continued to ask Zelin, "Did he really agree to your terms?"

"Without the wand, he is just a special ordinary person. A mortal body will be hacked to death by a knife and shot to death by an arrow. If he does not agree, His Majesty Hidden and the other Rohan people would like to announce him immediately. "The death penalty." Zelin shrugged: "He agreed. I don't think Sauron can talk about any allies, but they have two enemies, Gondor and Rohan. But the enemy's enemies are not necessarily friends. , So he didn't have any reservations when he betrayed Sauron, but he didn't know as much information about Sauron as I thought. Maybe Sauron was also watching out for Saruman."

"This is why the enemies of the East have defeated Gondor and Rohan several times, but have never achieved a real victory." Eowyn said to the side: "Once the power of Western humans weakens, the East will be the tribe that Sauron is loyal to. They will go to war with each other. I heard that before Sauron, the chariot people in the east and the Harads in the south were mortal enemies. They had fought many times before Sauron united them into an alliance."

"I seem to have heard of such an alliance somewhere." Xisali gave a smirk: "I know this kind of alliance. The leader changes frequently. Maybe Sauron will be finished soon."

Eowyn followed up with a few dry laughs. She couldn't understand what Hisalie was talking about.

"There are rumors that the elves come from an overseas wonderland. Is that true? Are you talking about what happened in the overseas wonderland?"

"His Royal Highness, please forgive me. I'm going out to find another companion. She hasn't come to the banquet hall." Zelin put down the wine glass and wiped the foam at the corner of his mouth: "Please allow me to lose company for a while."

"Oh, of course, wizard, please feel free to do so."

Before leaving the banquet hall, Zelin heard that behind him, Eowyn asked Xisari whether the races in the overseas wonderland were all like elves, or whether the women there were all like Xisali and Altariel. That way, contribute to the battlefield like a brave soldier.

Walking out of the banquet hall, the cold night wind blows away the heat in the body, bringing a hint of coolness. The two guards still stood on both sides of the gate conscientiously, guarding the palace.

The resting place of Altariel is below the steps of the Golden Temple.

But before Zelin arrived, he heard an unexpected voice.

The melodious flute reverberated in the streets of Edoras, and the residents who were busy cleaning up the houses raised their heads from time to time and looked at the golden temple above. After listening to the flute for a while, they lowered their heads again to clean up the debris scattered on the ground. , Sweep the dust, count the loss. Zelin stepped lightly and walked slowly along the direction of the sound.

In front of the door of a thatched house, a figure in a green cloak sat on the door rail. The moonlight shone on her body, and the iron scales on the breastplate and the eagle ornaments on the shoulders exude a dazzling silver light. Her right leg was stretched out, her left leg was slightly curled up, a dagger and a short knife were fixed to her tight leather pants, and most of her body was shrouded in the shadow under the door of the room. Only a wooden flute was outside the shadow, and her slender white fingers pressed In different positions, move with the change of tune. She was wearing a hood, her cheeks hidden under the hood, and only her chin and red lips with a blowing instrument were left.

Zelin stood there, looking at the player. He didn't make a sound, but the other party seemed to perceive someone approaching. So immediately put down the wooden flute, turned his head, indigo eyes looked to the side warily.

"It's you." The vigilance in Altariel's eyes disappeared. She looked up and down Zelin, then put the wooden flute inside the cloak, and stood up: "What's the matter?"

"No, I originally wanted you to go to the banquet." Zelin stretched out his hand: "Legolas is at the banquet. I think the elves here have no habit of not being able to participate in human banquets."

"I'm used to being alone." Altariel said concisely: "I have eaten Lambs, and I am not hungry."

"Okay." Zelin put his hands down: "I didn't expect you to still play the flute."

"I got it in your world."

"What?"

"At the Floating Port." Altarel repeated: "An Elf of Ion regarded me as his kin, so he gave me this flute and said he hoped I would not give up hope. I don't understand what he meant. But I didn’t want to reject him. He seemed very sincere."

"So it's like this." Zelin nodded: "You are very talented, it sounds good."

"I won't play anymore. This will expose my position." Altarel was silent for a while: "Unless the evil of this world is defeated. Why are you here?"

"After the banquet is over, Gandalf is going to call everyone together to discuss the next action." Zelin said: "We know Sauron's purpose and must be prepared in advance."

"Where?" Altarel narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where is the target?"