Chapter 1126: 1108 Old events in Dol Guldur

Chapter 1126 1108. Old events in Dol Guldur

At the right time, just when Gandalf was embarrassed and had nothing to say, there was another heavy but sensitive sound of horse hooves outside.

There were also exclamations from the residents of Changhu Town.

The old wizard's eyes turned slyly, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Sure enough, as the footsteps approached, a tall figure was walking over outside the open marching tent.

“Lan En?”

Bard's frown opened slightly after seeing the tall figure who lowered his head and came in, but it was still not easy.

“How is it? Did the conversation with Thorin go well?”

Bard actually had no hope at all, he just asked casually.

Hand still holding the wine glass on Thranduil's table, he handed it to the witcher.

But Lan En, who came in, first looked at Gandalf standing aside and raised his eyebrows, and then said: "Well, it's agreed. The first batch of treasures will be sent out at sunset today. Someone from Changhu Town will go to the gate of Gushan City to receive it. ”

"Uh-huh?!"

Bard and Thranduil were both stunned.

"You said he agreed?" Bud said blankly, "I thought I heard wrong. How did you do it?"

He had talked to Thorin before, and his abnormal and confused appearance made people doubt whether the King Under the Mountain was still sane.

“It’s not that difficult.” Lan En took the wine glass from Bard’s hand and took a sip. “What he cares about most is the Arken Gem. I used this thing to show him the importance of credibility.”

Dragon disease is almost a curse, or it may be a family hereditary disease.

You can tell from Thorin's appearance that this thing is not easy to handle.

But cooperate with [Yaxsi Sign] to slightly affect his current unstable mental state, and then use words to grasp the rhythm and emotion of the negotiation.

Finally, he succeeded in getting Thorin, who had originally clamored that he would not give out a piece of gold, to start paying.

Thorin was very painful during this process, and his nostalgia for gold was simply indescribable.

But after he really started to distribute the gold, his spirit felt a little relieved.

Very contradictory.

It was as if the magic of those golds was really wrapped around his soul.

"But." Lan En turned to look at Thranduil, "The starlight white gem is not easy to find. I guess I have to wait until they find it before they can return it to you."

“You also know that they fought with Smaug in the Lonely Mountain for a while before finally driving the evil dragon out. During this period, the entire treasure room was in chaos.”

“I went in and took a look, and it was really a pile of gold and silver. If your starlight white gem is not big, it will take a long time for them to find it.”

Thranduil's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What if I let someone go in and help them find it? Fourteen people work really slowly, but wouldn't it be faster if there are more people?"

Lan En looked at the Elf King silently and spread his hands.

“The dwarves just saw you coming with your army and building a temporary city gate overnight. Now you want the elves to enter the Lonely Mountain?”

"Thranduil, I feel that when your proposal reaches the dwarves, the agreement I negotiated can be regarded as invalid. It is impossible for the dwarves to agree to allow outsiders to enter the solitude at this sensitive time. Mountain.”

Thranduil snorted in displeasure: "Then I can only wait here?"

“Or.” Lan En also shook his head and said with a slightly angry tone. "You might as well go in and kill the fourteen people inside. Just because although they agreed to your request, they couldn't execute the action quickly?"

These words are of course a backlash against Thranduil.

Lan glanced sideways down at him.

"There's no need to pretend to be like me, Lann." Gandalf chuckled softly. "Thranduil wanted to finish things as quickly as possible and leave this chaotic and dangerous land, but you cleverly held him back."

"This is good. In the face of a powerful enemy, we cannot lack the power of elves."

“Although war is cruel, if you don’t dare to face war, the result will only be more cruel.”

Gandalf When it comes to this, Lan En has nothing to show off.

The witcher also sighed.

"I can understand his avoidance of war, but weakness cannot defeat the enemy. Once the orcs capture the Lonely Mountain, I can't imagine the possibility of the Woodland Kingdom surviving."

“As Thranduil himself said: the elves are few in number and grow slowly.”

“I just hope they don’t suffer too many casualties this time.”

 Gandalf held his staff in his arm, took out a pipe from his waistband, and lit it with his fingers.

"Don't worry Thranduil, his reaction just now shows that he has actually accepted it. I have known him for a long time. He just passively avoids fighting, but he is not afraid of fighting."

Gandalf was obviously in a good mood. He smoked pipe grass, and the smoke he exhaled turned into two cheerful butterflies, which flew far away before dissipating.

“Oh, I saw Smaug’s body when I was riding through Lake Town, tsk tsk tsk. You are really cruel.”

“If it’s not cruel enough, I will be the one lying there by then.”

Lan En tugged on his collar and said nonchalantly.

"Is its body okay? There are no signs of being washed away by the current or rotting, right?"

“Are you going to use Smaug’s dragon scales and skins to make new armor?”

Gandalf saw Lan En looking uncomfortable because he had no armor, and he almost guessed what he was going to do.

"No, the evil dragon's body has wanted to rot for a long time. It is staying well in Changhu Town. When this matter is over, the dwarves of Lonely Mountain and the elves of Woodland Kingdom will definitely not be stingy. You make a suit of armor."

"You are a hero who has helped a lot." Gandalf blew out two more spiral columns of smoke from his nostrils, "Hey, it's much more effective than an old man like me."

"Speaking of you" Lan En turned around, looked at the embarrassed Gandalf up and down, and finally fixed his eyes on his staff. "This is Radagast's staff, right? What happened to Dol Guldur?"

“What else could it be.” Speaking of Dol Guldur, the smile on Gandalf’s lips disappeared.

"Sauron has indeed returned, and he suppressed my power. The entire Dol Guul has actually been a base for the orcs to prepare for war, and Radagast can't find anything under Sauron's hidden spell."

"When I was caught by him with all his strength and locked in a hanging cage, countless orcs and wargs poured out of it."

“The power of Sauron is strong and stable there, and I have no rest or replenishment, so I can only weaken step by step.”

“Fortunately, the reinforcements from Radagast arrived the night before yesterday.”

Speaking of this, Lan En subconsciously tapped the handle of the Lake Lady's Sword at his waist.

“Lady Galadriel?”

“Not only.” Gandalf waved his hand, “There are also Elrond and Saruman.”

“All the nine ring spirits appeared, and the burning evil eye also suddenly appeared. Now no one can say escapist words like ‘Sauron has been destroyed’.”

“Lady Galadriel saw that I was still weakening, so she asked Radagast to send me away from Dol Guldur first.”

"In the end, I only saw a burst of holy light bursting out from the old castle, competing with the burning evil eye. Later, there was a thin belt of starlight connecting it to the north."

“The Light of Eärendil.”

Lan En spoke softly, while Gandalf nodded while holding his pipe in his mouth.

"It is the light of Eärendil, the most benevolent. After getting the starlight link, Lady Galadriel worked hard to expel Sauron's evil eye."