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Furthermore, since Rivendell, the land of the Noldor elves, is located right next to the central plains, Gandalf doesn't have much time left.

Just then, a small group of Orcs riding dire wolves appeared at the edge of the plain. Gandalf's eyes lit up and an idea came to him. He shouted, "Everyone, follow me! I know a place where we can hide from the Orcs."

Having said that, Gandalf led his adventure party toward Rivendell without giving the dwarves time to think.

Thorin seemed to realize something, his face grim as he glanced at the distant orc cavalry squad, then turned back to look at Gandalf's retreating figure with a complicated expression.

In the end, I decided to follow them.

Meanwhile, Mike, riding a giant eagle, flew across the dense forest and arrived at the central plains in just half a day.

Just as he was directing Guan He, preparing to head directly to Rivendell, he spotted the fleeing adventure team from high above.

"Let's go see my old friends!" Mike called to the giant eagle to lower its altitude and chase after the adventure team.

Below, the adventurers, on foot, were no match for the orc riding a dire wolf, and were being led by Gandalf to hide behind a small hill.

“Although the enemy numbers are a bit large this time, I believe we can defeat them…” Thorin, unwilling to remain in such a stifling hiding place any longer, drew his ancient elven sword from his waist at the foot of the hill.

We've seen orc squads before in the dense forest.

In a one-on-one fight, they are no match for the dwarves.

"Thorin is right. This time, the orcs have the help of dire wolves. Those beasts have a keen sense of smell. If we just keep hiding, it will be difficult to avoid them..."

"I agree to fight... Dwarves are fearless..."

"..."

With the support of Kili and Fili, the dwarves took out their weapons and prepared for battle.

Meanwhile, the wargs with their keen sense of smell led the orcs on their backs to the hillside where the dwarves were hiding. One more step and they would find the dwarves.

"Damn it!"

In the critical moment, Thorin shouted and rose up, stabbing a dire wolf that was leaning forward with his sword.

The other dwarves joined forces to kill the orc who had fallen from the dire wolf.

A battle was about to break out, and the orcs who were searching for prey in the distance also gathered around on their dire wolves after hearing the news.

Seeing that a battle was inevitable, Gandalf said no more and drew his ancient elven longsword from his waist.

Behind them, Bilbo, also holding an ancient elven short sword, was ready for battle.

"唳~"

Just then, with a bird's cry, a giant eagle with a wingspan of over fifteen meters descended from the sky, stirring up gusts of wind.

Then, its claws, like sharp blades, knocked down the dire wolves and orcs along the way.

Any orc whose claws caught them was either killed or seriously injured.

"What a huge bird..."

The dwarves looked up at the mighty giant eagle and the destructive power it had caused, their faces showing astonishment.

Some people even secretly swallowed.

“That’s the giant eagle from the highest peak of the Misty Mountains in our lives, and it can also be seen as our helper…” Gandalf naturally recognized the giant eagle, so he introduced its origins.

“There’s someone on the giant eagle’s back…it looks like Mike…” Bilbo, with his exceptional eyesight, spotted Mike on the giant eagle’s back, and a happy expression instantly appeared on his face.

"It really is that human, but how come he's with the giant eagle...?"

"But it's really cool, we owe him one..."

"..."

The dwarves were hot-tempered but also had strong likes and dislikes. After recognizing Mike, they all changed their impression of him.

Even though Mike had previously stated that he would compete with the dwarves for the treasure on Lonely Mountain.

But after this incident, the dwarves couldn't bring themselves to hate Mike.

Of course, Thorin was not among these dwarves. At this moment, this descendant of the royal family of the Durin dwarves was gripping the Ancient Spirit Sword tightly in his hand, so much so that his knuckles were turning white.

The gloomy expression on his face was far from friendly.

"Alright, everyone, stop standing there. While Mike is holding off the orcs, let's get out of here!" Gandalf hadn't forgotten his original intention, and he beckoned the dwarves to head towards the crevice in Imladris Valley.

Imladris Valley, also known as the Deep Rift, is a naturally formed mountain fissure that ends at Rivendell.

"Aren't we going to abandon Mike?" Bilbo, being pulled along by the wizard, was still worried about the safety of his first human friend.

“Mike is powerful and has the giant eagle’s help; leaving would be easy for him. On the contrary, our staying here will only distract them.” Well, Gandalf lied to get the dwarves into elven territory.

In this situation, if the dwarves turn around, they can wipe out all the orcs and dire wolves on the plains without taking any damage.

The dwarves thought the same thing.

Kili and Fili, holding their weapons, were even more eager to try.

"Listen to Gandalf, let's go!" Thorin looked back at Mike on the giant eagle's back, then resolutely rallied the dwarves and left.

After all, in his heart, he always regarded Mike as his rival.

Or rather, in his eyes, everyone who wanted to seize the treasure of Lonely Mountain was an enemy of the Dulin Dwarves.

So, at the call of Gandalf and Thorin, the adventure party successfully entered the Imladris Valley.

……

"Have you had enough fun? It's my turn to make my move now~"

Without the threat of powerful crossbows, the giant eagle, possessing air superiority, would be a devastating blow to the orcs and dire wolves.

Mike didn't react much to the adventure team's departure. He patted the fledgling eagle, which was still showing off its aerial skills, and then jumped off its back.

After landing in a heroic manner, he immediately summoned the Fiery Holy Sword from within his body.

Having learned from his previous experience of killing the woodland trolls, Mike imbued the Holy Sword with a layer of faith power to prevent it from being stained with the blood of the orcs.

The replica of the "forty-meter-long broadsword" took shape, and with a single swing, the powerful flames instantly turned all the approaching orcs and their mounts to ashes.

Just as Mike was about to stretch his body again, hundreds of arrows suddenly flew out of the jungle to the east of the plain.

The arrows seemed to have eyes, and most of them struck the orcs and dire wolves in vital areas.

Immediately afterwards, a well-equipped elven cavalry unit charged out and quickly cut down the orcs who were trying to escape when they saw the situation was not good.

Then he turned back and finished off the orcs and dire wolves who were howling on the ground.

The whole process was clean, efficient, and well-organized.

"We are the elven cavalry of Rivendell. My name is Dorin. May I ask your name?" Having completed his mission, Dorin led his elven squad to Mike.

Out of respect for the strong, Dorin asked the question and jumped off his horse.

It's important to know that Mike's previous attacks were all witnessed by this elven team. That flaming sword, with its power to annihilate everything, was no less formidable than the Ring of Fire from the Three Rings of the Elves.

"My name is Mike, and I'm a traveler from the Northern Highlands. I'm planning to visit Rivendell, but I don't know if you'd be happy to have me," Mike introduced himself.

As the saying goes, "You can't hit someone who's smiling."

Moreover, these elegant elves are indeed much more pleasant to behold than the boorish dwarves.

"So you're the [Ogre Slayer] from the Northern Highlands recently. You're truly remarkable!" Dorin couldn't help but reach out and shake hands with Mike, saying in a friendly manner, "We elves respect every warrior who fights for justice, and we believe our king would be very pleased to know of your arrival."

Indeed, having a good reputation is very important when you're traveling.

The elven knights around him became noticeably more enthusiastic after learning that Mike was the recently rising "Ogre Killer".

But for Mike, the term "Ogre Killer" sounded a bit low-class, and he just couldn't bring himself to like it.

I need to find an opportunity to earn myself a better title again.

“No problem, no problem~” Mike said calmly, then accepted the elves’ invitation and walked toward the main gate of Rivendell.

At the same time, he didn't forget to call the giant eagle that had taken to the sky to follow.

Meanwhile, this elven cavalry squad dismounted and accompanied Mike on foot to take care of him.

After passing through the jungle where the elves had emerged, the group arrived at a mountain peak.

The towering mountain peaks seemed impassable, but after the elves led them around a few times, a narrow stone path appeared before them.

“Rivendell is protected by magic. If you’re not one of us, you can’t get in even if you come to the entrance.” Dorin, who regarded Mike as a righteous man, gave a brief introduction to the situation after entering the stone passage.

It has to be said that the title of "Ogre Slayer" does have some merit.

Speaking of this, we must mention the Three Rings of the Elves.

Before Sauron the Dark Lord turned completely evil, he forged twenty powerful magic rings, three of which were given to the three Elven races.

They are: a water ring made of mithril and inlaid with white gemstones, which has the power to control the water element, as well as the power to purify and protect.

Next is the Fire Ring set with rubies, which possesses the power to control flames and can also give the wearer the courage to resist the corruption of darkness. It is a symbol of hope and courage.

Finally, there is the gold ring set with sapphires, the Ring of Aura, or more accurately, the Ring of Magic. This ring contains powerful magic, and also possesses healing and prophetic abilities.

King Elrond of Rivendell wields the Ring of Air. This powerful ring, in King Elrond's possession, also provides protection for Rivendell.

……

Just as Mike was heading towards Rivendell through the main gate, Gandalf's adventure party had already passed through the crevices of the Deep and entered Rivendell, a paradise untouched by the forces of darkness.

The mountain path is filled with the fragrance of trees and flowers, and the warm sunlight shines in the valley.

The dwarves followed the hillside path, passing through forests of pine, birch, and oak trees. Below, in the middle of the meadow, a rushing river flowed, its rushing waters sounding like a song.

Next, Gandalf led the group across a very narrow bridge without railings and onto Rivendell Square.

“My old friend, I knew we would meet again.” King Elrond seemed to have been waiting here all along.

Upon seeing Gandalf, he gave the wizard a warm hug.

“I do have something to discuss with you, it concerns the dark forces of Middle-earth…” As he spoke, Gandalf reached for the cursed sword in his robes.

This sword, the Witch-King of Angmar, carries many meanings. Gandalf wanted to use it to persuade King Elrond to join him in fighting Sauron's dark forces.

"No rush, I have a feeling that another friend will be arriving soon." The magic ring possessed prophetic abilities, and King Elrond seemed to have guessed what the wizard wanted to say.

However, this is not the place to discuss those things.

"I'm sorry, I was too hasty." Gandalf realized his actions had been somewhat rash. So he changed the subject to a lighter one, saying, "Is the person you're waiting for the [Ogre Slayer]?"

Well, Mike's feat in the jungle was also spread by the people in that medium-sized village that had been saved.

Gandalf and his companions came from the dense forest and naturally heard some rumors.

"Oh, from what you're saying, the other person seems to be a very interesting individual." King Elon also showed some interest.

“Of course, Mike is not only powerful, but his charm is no less than that of you elves. You’ll see when you meet him,” Gandalf said with a smile, keeping the audience in suspense.

As Ilúvatar's favorites, the elves are renowned for their handsome appearance among all races.

In Gandalf's view, Mike's charm was even greater than that of the elves.

I wonder who is truly the darling of heaven and earth.

Then, Gandalf shared with Elrond the amusing story of how he and Michael went to the Old Forest to find Tom and get some fruit wine.

This also made King Elrond increasingly interested in Michael.

In contrast, the dwarves standing behind the wizard seemed to be completely ignored by King Elrond.

"I knew it, not a single elf is any good..."

"Everyone says we dwarves are arrogant, but I think the elves are truly arrogant..."

"Shh, stop talking, don't forget where you are..."

"..."

Dwarves are inherently at odds with elves.

Moreover, the dwarves in the adventure party were indeed being neglected. As a result, many of the dwarves began to whisper about King Elrond.

Thorin naturally heard what his companions were saying, but he didn't say anything to stop them.

Thorin had a stronger sense of pride than the other Durin dwarves, so he had a greater grudge against King Elrond.

In addition, given his status as a member of the royal family of the Dulin dwarves, he was not allowed to be treated as inferior and suffer such humiliation.

"Lord Elrond, Thorin Oakenshield, a descendant of the royal family of the Dwarves of Durin, greets you~" Meeting the gazes of his companions, Thorin walked straight up to Elrond, the Elvenking, as if seeking recognition.

Although his words were polite, his expression revealed his dissatisfaction.