The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Uh, we continue to the south, I may first visit a local wizard, his name is Saruman. Gandalf told me that a leader of the human settlement near Mordor is requesting in Saruman's tower Help. Then I might go to Mordor and inquire about the humans there and the rangers in the Black Gate Fortress." Ze Lingan laughed. "I'm really sorry, originally we were supposed to travel and sightseeing, but now it's like this again."

"No, I would love to be able to take an adventure with you, and I would also like to see what you are doing when you are in another world." The corner of Virginia's mouth raised slightly. "I don’t like adventure, because that usually means tiredness, trekking, cold, illness, and loneliness, but I like to be with you, whether it’s traveling, chatting, or adventurous. And no matter when you are It’s good to be able to handle everything and take risks with you. I don’t know what other people will think, but I enjoy these days. Although it’s dangerous, I will keep these days in my heart forever. I dare Say, Miss Gnaiya must be jealous of me now."

Zellin looked at Virginia, and Virginia covered her mouth and coughed twice.

"Well, what are you thinking?" She averted her eyes. "I'm just saying, don't think that I am unhappy about your change of plan."

"No, it's nothing."

Zelin slowly exhaled.

"Well, then, let's finish these and rest early, Virginia. You should rest. Staying up late is not good for your body or your skin."

"I'm not sleepy. I have taken a good rest before the fight." Virginia shook her head as she picked up the slices of bread on the clean cloth. "And when fighting, you have always been in the forefront, but you, your injury has not healed. If you want to ride on the horse tomorrow without falling, you should eat your food and rest as soon as possible, Colette The professor said that if the injured can get proper food and adequate rest after the injury, the body will recover faster than usual, but if the body continues to be exhausted after the injury, the recovery speed of the wound will not only be slow, but also very slow. It’s easy to get a hidden illness because of this."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Zelin raised his hand and motioned that he would not object. "You speak like Yusevka."

"Oh, I just don't want to learn only one type of magic, but to learn to restore magic, you must understand how to heal others like a priest."

"How did you learn so many spells?" Zelin asked his question before solving the remaining grilled fish and bread slices. "You are simply a genius."

"No, I may have some talent." Virginia shook her head. "I just spend other people drinking, gathering, stealing or sleeping in the library and the laboratory. Although I admit that talent is very important, many apprentices have better talents than me, but they Most of them are easy to relax after surpassing ordinary people and feel complacent. Okay, let us rest in the hall where we can shelter from the wind. Bahrain gave us a room. Don’t forget, we have to hurry up next, our journey is only It's just started, isn't it?"

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ps: Harads played in Lord of the Rings 3, riding a war elephant. The recent Middle-earth DLC Mordor Desert also tells the story of the Oriental

The first thousand six hundred and seventy-two chapters embark on the journey

Zelin didn't know what method Gandalf used to persuade Bahrain. When the demon hunter woke up the next day, the dwarves had already packed their bags and were about to leave.

"Bahrain?"

"Wizard." Old Bahrain sat on the stone chair and scanned the crowded hall with tired eyes. In the past, this was not the focus of their excavation, but after the orcs came in, they could only pile up all the remaining materials in the second hall. As a result, the originally empty hall suddenly became crowded, and they could only sleep between parcels and sacks for the past two days. "Are you here? Are you going to Gushan with us?"

"No, I'm going to Gondor." Zelin shook his head. "Or go to Mordor, something bad is happening there, I have to go there."

Bahrain sighed heavily. "Every place is experiencing worse and worse things." The old dwarf's cloudy eyes stared at every corner of the hall. Floyd was gathering the remaining weapons, Farah packed the remaining food into the leather bag, and wounded people like Oin stayed outside the gate. They had to walk back to the lonely mountain on two legs. This is not a trip. Short trips. After all, when the Anduin River was flowing down, they couldn't do what Zelin and Virginia did to sail down the river. However, Gandalf will **** them to Rivendell, where they will be fully cared for in the realm of Elf Lord Elrond before embarking on a new journey.

"Wizard," the old dwarf asked suddenly. "What we did was in vain? Maybe I should listen to Groyin's persuasion back then, give up Moria, don't come here, stay in a lonely mountain with peace of mind, colonizing Moria is dangerous and unpredictable, and It is very likely that not only will it not bring any benefits, but it will also cause more troubles in vain. It seems that what he said is correct. We have been building in Moria for four years, and only a few halls have been cleared out. The attackers were recruited. Under the attack of the orcs, our project was vulnerable. We invested four years of energy. We thought we could bring a perfect Moria. We were full of confidence when we left the Lonely Mountain, but Now, we have to have more than half of the wounded set foot on the road back to Gushan, except for the scars, we have nothing to bring back."

The demon hunter stretched a sack standing beside him to the ground, and then sat on it.

"None of us was in vain. Yes, Bahrain, Moria was occupied by the orcs. Since Thorin’s grandfather, no dwarf has ever mentioned the idea of ​​wanting to regain Moria. Everyone thinks that since There is already Lone Mountain, so why waste time and energy to explore other territories? But as you said, if Lone Mountain is in crisis again, wouldn't the dwarves turn into rootless grass again? This time it failed, but you have opened up several halls, and you are the first group of dwarves to set foot on Moria in thousands of years. You still have drawings in your hand. You know Moria’s environment, and Knowing most of the other tunnels and halls, Moria is no longer a term that only exists in history books to you."

"You must live well, Bahrain, tell more young dwarves how magnificent and great their once homes were. When everyone is complacent about their current comfortable life, they need someone to tell. They, what our former honors looked like, and the dangers they are facing. The orcs have not been scattered because of Azog's death, they will counterattack at any time, and Moria is just the beginning."

Zelin certainly understands Bahrain's thinking.

He is too old, but he does not want to lie down by the fireplace like other old people, waiting for the end of life to come. He wants to make another career, like he did when he was young. Sometimes, the saddest thing is not death, but as the years age, one becomes weak, incompetent, and unable to do anything about what is happening.

"Gandalf told me that the enemy in the north is about to move. Gushan is threatened." Bahrain took a deep breath. "Is it true? The orcs are going to make a comeback?"

"Yes, we can be sure that Moria is not an exception. This is not an accident. The real man behind the scenes is Mordor, and Gandalf and I have reason to believe that it will not only choose to attack Moria, the iron hills, and the lone mountain. All may become his next target." Zelin said seriously. "But at least it's still too late. The plan of the orcs to attack Moria has failed. You can leave and return to warn people in Gushan who don't know anything about this. This is very important. One or two years may be for you. It’s nothing to say, but it’s better to be able to prepare to deal with the enemy one or two years in advance than when the enemy’s army is already on the road, then consider facing the enemy.”

If it is an outsider, it may be difficult to convince the dwarves that the orcs are about to make a comeback. After all, they have not been seen for decades, but now, as long as Bahrain can return, the appearance of a lone mountain between him and his expedition team is the best explanation.

"I understand." Bahrain took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with his breath. "If the orcs are going to threaten Gushan, then I must go back and warn everyone."

"Yes, Bahrain, Thorin, they don't know what's going on here, they need information, they just need you."

Bahrain lowered his head and looked at his hands, with a bandage on his arms. He was scratched in the fight.

"Sorcerer, I thought I would die in Moria in the end," the old dwarf said. "Either become the king of Moria and create a new mine for young people before death, a place as prosperous as a lonely mountain, or die in battle. In order to protect this mine, I told Olin that once I die , To bury me in Moria, now it seems that I am afraid I can’t complete my plan. But you’re right, if the orcs are about to invade, I should return to Lonely Mountain. I’m old, but I haven’t It's too old to be touched."

He stood up and patted Zelin's waist. "Thank you, wizard. If it weren't for you, we would have died here and nobody knew. I want to thank you, but we have to go. As you said, Thorin knows nothing about everything here. If the orcs and other evil creatures are about to emerge from the shadows, the Lone Mountain and the Ironfoot Army must be prepared to hit the enemy head-on. Gandalf said, you will also go elsewhere to help the good people threatened by evil. After you finish your task, remember to go back to Gushan. We are going to hold a banquet. Thank you very much."

"That's it, Bahrain." Zelin squatted down and reached out to the old dwarf. "You owe me a dinner now. Before I return to Gushan to find you, stay alive."

"I will, wizard."

The dwarves carried their weapons and walked out of Moria with food and luggage. Gandalf was already waiting outside on a horse. They will embark on a new journey, but this time, they are going to return to the Lonely Mountain to give the dwarves a warning from Moria. Before leaving, the dwarves re-lifted the stones and closed the east gate of Moria again. Even if the orcs later found a way around the broken long bridge, they could not rush out from behind this door. The elves will monitor this place to ensure that Moria will not become a stronghold for the orcs to advance outward again.

On the other side, Zelin and Virginia had already packed their packages. The elves looked for the cruise ship they had parked on the Anduin River before. Virginia was happy that what they left there was intact, to be precise. , Is the book she left behind.

But this time, they will have one more companion.

"According to Mislanda, you are going to Isengard." Altariel stood in front of them, watching the ghost horse pacing beside the demon hunter vigilantly. "After you leave Lorrain, you must pass through the Fargon Forest to see Isengard's gate. Given your appearance, especially the appearance of this horse, I suspect that the residents of the Fargon Forest will attack without hesitation. You. I will walk through the Fargon Forest with you. At that time, you can visit the Master Wizard, and I will follow the Ente River to Gondor."

Alta Real's proposal is very good.

He didn't know anything about Fargon Forest. It sounded that the residents of that forest were not as friendly to outsiders as Lorraine's elves. Most places in this world are deserted. Unlike the world of demon hunters, in his world, he can basically get from one village to another within a day’s journey. He can inquire about nearby news in a village. Or use coins to buy food from the villagers. However, between Lorraine Forest and Fargon Forest is an uninhabited Keranbrandt wilderness, and only after passing through the Fargon Forest can you see some villages scattered on the grasslands of the Luokhanate.

If there is an elf ranger who understands the surrounding situation, they can avoid the Lorraine Forest as before, but they don't know who lives in the forest at all.

Zellin stretched out his hand to Altariel. "I am very happy to have an elf guide willing to help us through the forest."

"Very good." Altarel nodded, she lowered her eyes to look at the outstretched hand of the demon hunter, and raised her head again. "If you don't mind, we should set off. Follow me, if you fall behind, I won't stop and wait for you."

"I know." Zelin withdrew his hand. "We will ride our horses, where's your mount?"

Altariel blew a whistle, and a brown pony ran out of the woodland on the stream of the Silver River.

"You better expect this weird horse to run faster."

After that, the elf turned on the horse, and the horse neighed, and drove her along the forest path of Lorraine.

Zellin and Virginia glanced at each other, and the latter raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I have practiced horse riding some time ago. At least I won't fall off a galloping horse. Let's go."

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The ghost horse ran on the open grassland like the wind.

The demon hunter held the reins tightly, letting the cooling night breeze continue to beat his cheeks. Virginia sat in the back, wrapped her arms around Zelin, leaning on his back.

From noon, they were on their way right away. They are fast, Silver River and Lorraine Forest are gradually being left behind, Altariel riding a brown horse is running in the forefront, almost 30 meters away from the demon hunter, they are like two Dao Lixian's arrow flew across the green grassland, over the steep hills, and the blood-red sunset set off their shadows on the grassland.

"Is she still running?"

The voice of the mage girl came from behind.

"Yes, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, let's stop first?"

"No, I'm fine. But you, the wind can't blow me, it keeps blowing you."

"Compared with the wind and snow in winter, this bit of cold wind is nothing."