Chapter 1062: 1044 Galadriel

Chapter 1062 1044. Galadriel

Opposite this powerful and strange broken sword, there is an oil painting hanging in the corridor.

The paint on it seems to be mottled and faded due to long time.

But there was only one figure, still dark and sinister.

That oil painting depicts the most intense scene of a great battle.

Helmets and armor-clad humans and elves, shouting hoarsely and trying their best to face a tall figure under the dark clouds.

The figure was wearing ferocious black armor and was raising a one-handed hammer.

Just the moment I saw this painting, a tragic cry of death appeared in my mind like an auditory hallucination.

There are also the sounds of gold and iron, and the sounds of war burning.

But these sounds that should have been harsh and strange were not noticed by Lan En at this time.

Because for some reason, Lan En saw the black figure. On the hand holding the one-handed hammer, there was a ring on the index finger.

The ring was unremarkable, just a rounded gold ring with no decoration, no carvings.

But it just attracted Lan En's full attention.

This gold. This treasure.

"Well?"

Lan En shivered subconsciously, and the discomfort in his muscles made him twist his neck and shake his head.

The witcher doubtfully pressed the back of his neck, which suddenly throbbed.

Since strengthening his muscles, this symptom has been far away from his body, not to mention that every tendon on his body is now wrapped with Valyrian steel wires.

“Mentos, retrieve my physiological data from the past ten minutes.”

“It’s in progress, sir, please take a look.”

The biochemical brain projects the data requested by the subject onto the retina and performs autonomous analysis.

“The [Gene Seed] and [Song Gland] experienced a fluctuation in hormone secretion two minutes ago. I think it was because of this that the nerves in the back of your neck suddenly became tense. Now, the hormone levels have calmed down.”

“Hormonal secretion fluctuations?” Lan En asked doubtfully, “What’s the cause?”

“Perhaps it’s because you are too tired.”

Mentos said with a snake oil reason, Lan En curled his lips helplessly.

“But I eat and sleep well in Rivendell, Mentos.”

"That may be because you are too lax. The essence of Space Marines is war weapons, sir."

“.You have so many nice things to say.”

The witcher complained about his biological brain.

Fortunately, things like this, which seem to be the remnants of a tragic war, are not common in the beautiful Rivendell.

What’s more important is the fresh air, the gentle breeze, the quiet pools that reflect the sky, and the yellow fallen leaves and woods.

Just as Lan En continued to walk in this elven city maintained by magic in a leisurely and beautiful mood.

“Hey! Lan En!”

“Woohoo!”

The witcher passed a pool.

This pool is not small, and it connects the tributaries of the waterfall flowing down from the mountain wall behind Rivendell.

But when Lan En had just received the pheasant wings handed over by Bofur, he glanced to the side. Thorin was looking at the talking wizard and elf with a serious expression.

 Even if he is a very traditional dwarf, after becoming a leader, he must have more things to think about than his subordinates.

Suddenly, the old wizard pointed a clear greeting from above.

"Come on, Lan. Come here, we need you, and it's time for us to talk some more."

The witcher walked to the side with pheasant wings in his hand. When he looked up, he saw Gandalf shouting down the stairs of the building on the upper floor.

The witcher said nothing, but waved his hand upward to indicate understanding.

A pheasant wing was held in his mouth, making a crisp sound between his lips and teeth.

His jaws, teeth, and biting muscles have all been strengthened so that they can be completely crushed by his mouth.

Lann walked up the spiral staircase of Rivendell, and soon joined the wizard and the elf, and continued to go up behind them.

Gandalf saw Lann following behind, turned around and gave him a forced smile, and then continued to argue with Elrond.

"I don't think Thorin will think that he can take back the country. This matter needs to be answered to anyone. Because it is a matter of course!"

“And tell the truth.” The old man Gandalf was furious and continued to speak angrily.

“I am the same in this regard, and I don’t need to obey other people’s opinions!”

Elrond seemed to be too lazy to argue with Gandalf.

He walked in front and was the first to stand on the top step.

He stretched out his hand toward the steps, inviting Gandalf and Lan to come up, with a smile on his face as if he was watching a show.

“Well, none of you think you need to listen to anyone else’s opinion on this matter. And I’m going to say it.”

“It is not I who you must listen to.”

Gandalf followed Elrond's invitation gesture and walked up in a daze, while Lan raised his eyebrows curiously.

But when he actually walked up, his expression was exactly the same as Gandalf's.

Because on this exquisite platform, a bright moon is hanging on the arch facing the cliff, and under the arch, there is an elf standing.

A.sacred and beautiful elf.

She is over 1.9 meters tall, which is extremely rare among elves.

Her back was turned to the few people who had just stepped onto the platform. Her long hair was dark gold dotted with silver light. She was even more gorgeous and beautiful than the moon and the sun in the sky!

When she turned around with a smile on her face, it was a face that was so beautiful that it was almost magical.

Those eyes were also completely different from Elrond's.

Most elves have stars shining in their eyes, but the eyes of this one in front of him have a radiance that is even more sublime than the sun and moon in the sky!

“Lady Galadriel!”

Gandalf almost said the name with a sigh.

Lan En, who was shocked by someone else's beauty for the first time, also suddenly woke up under this name.

Honestly, you can’t blame him, after all, even Mentos was running slowly just now.

The young witcher looked at the beautiful elf with a mysterious smile in the distance, and then at Elrond behind him who seemed to be watching a good show.

“Hello, Mithrandir.”

Galadriel's voice was ethereal and distant, as if coming from the clouds in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the smiling Elf Queen moved her eyes away from her old friend and looked at the person she had never met before.

Her eyes flashed like the light of the sun and moon, looking up and down at Lan En.

“Hello, Adanisil.”