The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This is a tree.

But on the trunk, there is a anthropomorphic face. It is tall, more than four meters tall, and looks tough and tough. Under two big human-like eyes, the creeping lines on the bark seem to be its mouth. Two arms covered with burrs hang down on both sides of the body, and the broad roots are its legs. On the lower part of the mouth, dense moss swayed in the wind, like an old man’s beard.

"Uh..." Virginia looked at the giant creature that appeared next to them in astonishment. Zelin looked at each other's eyes. In fact, apart from the eyes, it would be difficult for this giant creature to stand still. Someone will distinguish it from trees elsewhere.

"Tree man?"

"Treeman? Humm..." The treeman slowly stood up straight. "That's what they call us. Some voices call us Fargon, and others call me Shuhu... I know you, the oldest are elves, and humans with limited lifespans are the owners of horses. But the oldest elves and horses Why did your master walk into my forest? You hurried, panicked, and stepped on my feet."

Zelin glanced down, then moved away from the root of the tree.

"Uh, I'm sorry. We have no malice. We will not stay in the forest. We are going to Isengard to meet Saruman."

"Yes, I am Altarel, from Lothlorien." said the elf. "I accepted Mrs. Galadriel's order, and recently discovered some terrible things, so we have to speed up our pace and hope that everything will not be too bad."

Zelin looked at the huge Treant in front of him. If it were a soldier, it would be even more dangerous than an ogre. Maybe it was only during the Battle of the Lonely Mountain. The troll with the trebuchet could fight this way. The tree people are on par. However, compared with Altarel's previous vigilance, the Demon Hunter didn't think the tree man in front of him showed much hostility. Of course, he would not think that all the same kind are like this just because of the friendliness of a tree.

No creature in the world can be generalized.

"The first time I see elves will be more hurried than humans, but I am glad that you will tell me your names directly. Altarel of Lothlorien. But you should not relax like this. There are some treants in this world. , They won't like you, and there are some creatures that look like treants, but not treants." Shuhu raised his hand, as if scratching his cheek. "Ah, you are going to visit Saruman, the white-robed Saruman. I still remember that he used to go for walks in the forest and talk to me. Four years ago, he would not come to the woods again. He was very worried and thought about it all day long. Stay in Isinger’s tower. Every day when I think of the sun, the grassland outside the forest, and the floating clouds, I think of what changes have taken place in this world. I like to hear new news, but don’t talk too much. Come on, tell me, what's going on these days?"

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Talk to a tree.

After experiencing so many worlds and seeing so many places, the demon hunter still had to marvel at such an experience.

Tree beard.

If according to Altariel's description of the danger of this forest, then it must be the kindest and friendly group of all tree people.

"Fortunately for you, I thought you would encounter treants and trees that hate humans because you strayed into the forest, and you were finally trapped in the Fargon Forest." Altarel looked at Wei who was talking with Shuhu. Genia moved her gaze to Zelin again. "But since you are no longer in trouble, then I will be on the road immediately. I hope that you will be able to use it when you arrive in Mordor."

"If it were me, I would never say anything useful to my friends, no matter if it is in the present or future, especially in the future, comrades in arms who may be confronted by the same enemy. No matter what kind of victory they want, comrades in arms are not allowed. It's treated as a consumable."

"I hope you don't waste too much time on the road." Alta Reall said stiffly. She raised her hand and touched her forehead, then turned and left.

"And your gesture of holding the sword, your double-sword guards are too short. If I were your enemy, I would choose to attack from below you, so that I could cut off your fingers." Zelin faced the elf. Added from the back. Of course, whether she listened to it in the end, this is not something the demon hunter can know. The elf's gray-green cloak flashed twice before disappearing into the dense forest.

Zelin rubbed his forehead and sighed.

It was a good thing for Zelin to be able to meet the friendly residents of Fagong Forest. Their next journey does not need to be so desperate, of course, this does not mean that they can rest, or go to Isengard slowly. The demon hunters still remembered that the reason they went to Isengard was because it is believed that Queen Marvin was asking for Saruman's help in Isengard. If they were only traveling, they would never come to the Fargon Forest.

They walked in the Fargon Forest for two days.

In the past two days, they spent most of their time on the road, but they also got a reasonable rest. When night falls, Zelin will find a place to rest from the wind, and Virginia will compile the things she learned from talking with Shuhu in a day-mostly useless knowledge in the eyes of demon hunters- Come out. Shuhu has lived for a long time, very long ago. Perhaps the age of the demon hunter is less than a fraction of the years that Shuhu has experienced. Sometimes, Shuhu would look at some of the things Zelin mentioned with a vision beyond ordinary people.

Another perspective, which is very valuable to Zelin.

Rambas biscuits can restore physical strength and relieve fatigue, but if there are bacon sprinkled with spices and beer soaked in cold water, Zelin prefers the latter. So the demon hunter gave all the biscuits in his hand to Virginia.

Tree people will not feel tired, nor will they be tired from long journeys. The tree-hus walked on the ground as if they were on the ground, led by the tree-hus, Zelin didn't have to worry about them getting lost in the maze-like forest. In the early morning of the third day, when they were standing on the hill at the highest point of the Fargon Forest, they could see the Isengard Tower in the valley in the distance.

"This path is correct, young humans, your anxiety is meaningless." Shuhu said slowly. "Saruman's tower, I still remember when the white-robed wizard just came here, he liked the forest, walked in the forest, and listened to the ancient wisdom. But now, he seems to focus on other places. Change, Everything in the world is changing, and only a few places are eternal."

"Eternal?" Virginia put up a shed in front of her eyes, looking at the tower in the distance. She was in a good mood, especially after Altarel left them, the mage girl seemed to be in a good mood, she kept asking Shuhu about academic questions that were not so offensive. In the time of this day, her notebook contains a few more pages. "Is it such a mage tower? Oh, when I become a truly powerful mage, I must have a magic tower of my own, just like Isengard."

"The only things that will never change are tree people and trees." Shuhu led them down the hills. If the road is right, they will be able to walk out of the border of the Fargon Forest tonight. "I can't fully figure out what happened to me, so my explanation may be a bit biased. There are still some of us who maintain the characteristics of treants. From our point of view, they are still active, but some of them are beginning to be drowsy. When they sleep, the human components in their bodies are slowly pulled away, and only trees are left. When the trees undergo such a transformation, you will find that their hearts are not good, which has nothing to do with their wood. I am about this. I wrote a poem, if you want to listen..."

Virginia also took out the verses she wrote in her free time to communicate with Shuhu.

The demon hunter walked beside Shuhu boredly, and he thought of Gandalf's words.

Evil is breeding and spreading. In a way that we are not aware of and hard to be vigilant. When it appears, it will surprise everyone.

They went forward and chatted. Most of the time it was Virginia and Shuhu chatting, talking about poetry, nature, and sometimes magic, but Shuhu didn’t understand magic. It believed that wizards should be good people worthy of respect, knowing how to respect nature and Every creature.

When Shuhu read his poems to the gloomy forest, Zelin asked suddenly.

"Darkness?"

"Darkness? Oh, I don't know. It's mainly some trees near the river valley. They are noisy all day and are hostile to creatures stepping into the forest. Squirrels are reluctant to get close to them. This situation seems to be contagious, more and more. "Shuhu said slowly. "There are some, in the woodland in the north."

"Ah, I know, Dark Forest."

"What do you call that piece of land? It's too sloppy to use such simple words to call woodland for thousands of years." Shuhu walked on the soil covered with fallen leaves, as if in front of it, the forest would automatically give way to a path. "But it is true, the forests to the north, and the valleys to the south. I'm not saying that the treacherous hearts were bitten by bugs, but they did become different."

"River valley? Where is the river valley?"

"Where you are going."

Shuhu strode across the rock ahead. Zelin and Virginia walked around from the side. Suddenly, the dense forest was left behind by them, and a wide grassland appeared in front of them. The sparkling river water lay across the grassland. On the opposite side of the river, Isinger's white city wall lay across the entrance of the valley.

"The forest in the southern valley of Isengard became restless. I don't understand. I don't understand what happened to the tree people over there." Shuhu bent down and faced Zelin and Virginia on the dry bark. The moss wiggled slightly, as if to squeeze a human smile. "Good luck to you, I am very happy to communicate with you, the owner of the horse, the land in front is Isinger, goodbye, I hope we can meet again in the future."

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Isinger.

The fortress of wizards.

If any place is ruled by wizards, then Isengard must fit this type of city.

"We, uh, are we going to visit the greatest wizard in this area like this?" Virginia stroked the folds of her robe and wiped the gems on the top of the staff with her handkerchief. She asked cautiously. "Does this seem a bit...too abrupt? You have lived in this world for a while, do you understand the customs here? As far as I know, if you are in Tamriel, you are going to visit a Morrowind Archmage, you must send the request letter months or even half a year in advance."

"I did stay here for a while, but I can't talk about life."

Under a little starlit night, Zelin and Virginia wandered towards the Isinger high wall that lay across the valley entrance. "I have only met one wizard. For Saruman, Gandalf has a high opinion of him. He is the leader of the wizards in this land. I think he should be a wise and capable old man."

"I originally thought that the wizards here have powerful magical powers, or just like Morrowind's archmages, solitary, or very repulsive to outsiders, proud." Virginia scratched her sideburns. "When I was an apprentice, there was a dark elf classmate from Morrowind. Her blood was noble and talented. Or like some sacrifices, piety, and good magical powers. Do you remember the Alani I mentioned to you? Ya? She is a priest of Azura and a spellcaster. Maybe the wizards here are similar to the powerful priests in Tamriel?"

"Don't think too much, Virginia. Wizards, or users of mysterious powers in different worlds, are mostly different. You can get in touch with different people, which might be good for you."

Gandalf said that Saruman was the mainstay in the fight against darkness on this continent. Queen Marvin of Norn chose to seek help from Isinger after being attacked by the orcs, which proved this point. But after communicating with Shuhu, the Demon Hunter couldn't help feeling a little strange. It stands to reason that in front of such a powerful wizard, it is difficult for evil forces to influence others. But Shuhu said that by the valley near the Isengard Valley, a large area of ​​forest is being transformed by some unknown force, and Saruman has not seen his tree neighbors for some time. Zelin didn't know whether Saruman was lack of skills due to too much recent bad news, or because he looked at Mordor in the distance, so that he failed to notice the trouble close at hand.

Perhaps he can tell Saruman that it is best to find a chance to talk to the nearby tree people, something is appearing near the tower.

There are no guards on Isinger's high wall, nor any guards. The door is open, as if welcoming any guests who arrive here. The straight stone road divides the interior of Isengard into a grid, as if the light is spreading in all directions with a high tower as the center. Neatly planted maple trees are planted in the gaps between the roads, and the green lawns are dotted with emerald flowers. Standing in front of the gate and looking inside, you can see that at the end of the road, there are steps leading up to the dark black tower. That is Osancta. The entire tower contains four welded columns made of polyhedral stones, which stand like an island in the center of Isinger's ring field. The stone presents a reflective dark black. At the top of the tower, four stone pillars spread out to form four stone spires, which are like four erected spears pointing directly at the sky.

"This tower, oh, it will take at least thousands of workers to build it." Virginia raised her head and looked at the towering tower. "You said, Zelin, how long will it take me to be lucky enough to get a tower that belongs to me like this. Zelin? What are you looking at?"

With that, the mage girl suddenly noticed that the demon hunter had been staring at the woods on the right. She touched Zelin's arm. "Zelin?"

"Oh..." The demon hunter shook his head, and he blinked. "Nothing, I'm just, a little strange, that tree looks different from other places. If I were the owner here, I would definitely scold the gardener who designed this garden."

"But it's really beautiful here, isn't it?"

"Yes, and..."