Chapter 1146: 1128 vitality

Chapter 1146 1128. Vitality

"Pure and vigorous vitality."

The demon hunter murmured, and with El Cat's confused look on his face, he reached for his alchemy leather bag and started to take something out of it.

The faces of the three dwarves on the ground were pale, their pupils looked dull due to uncontrollable dilation, their mouths were moving but they were too weak to make any sound.

Lan En looked at them and finally took out a square object from the alchemical leather bag.

It was a package wrapped in large green leaves.

After visiting Tom Bombadil's home, Old Tom gave them cookies made by his wife Goldberry.

This is pure and vigorous vitality!

"'Destiny doesn't work itself out'. Ha!"

The strong little old man with a red beard extending under the blue hat seemed to flash before the witcher's eyes again.

He chuckled lightly and immediately opened the large package of leaves, revealing the biscuits inside.

The sun shines down from the sky, perhaps due to reflection, and there is a golden shimmer on the biscuit.

The sweet smell of the biscuits still tastes like freshly baked ones to this day.

The biscuits made by Mrs. Goldberry are a bit like compressed rations, thick and large in one piece.

Lan En carefully opened it, divided it into three pieces, and stuffed it into the mouths of Thorin, Kili, and Fili.

Almost as soon as it entered the mouth, Lan En's [spiritual vision] clearly saw in his wide-open eyes that a pure and strong life force began to faint from their bodies.

Lack of body fluids, various other substances, and the collapse of the physiological system caused by the lack of these substances.

The various substances listed by name alone can fill several large sheets of parchment, but with such strong vitality, it is no longer a problem.

Thorin, Fili, and Kili, who were already in a dying state, suddenly took a deep breath almost at the same time.

"Suck~"*3

It's like the soul has returned to the body and needs to take a breath to activate.

"Well done, well done! Lan En!"

Fili's re-condensed pupils first looked at the sky blankly, and then he raised his head toward the demon hunter with great effort and gave a thumbs up.

"Yeah, good job. But...ah! Can you give me a drink before you sew my chest up with needle and thread?"

Qili's body was twisting in the residual pain, his face was grimacing, but he was too rational to dare to move his newly sewn chest, so he looked particularly strange.

Lan En, who was half-kneeling on the ground to observe them, breathed a sigh of relief. Now he finally leaned back and sat on the ice, lowering his head and smiling.

The flannel ball jumped up and meowed happily.

Qilin no longer stood in front of others, and everyone gathered around with joyful expressions.

Dwalin immediately fell on top of Thorin, who was still confused, and cried loudly.

The elves looked on with smiles. They could empathize with this scene and offered their blessings.

Gandalf relaxed his shoulders, which had been tense since the war began, and even had his pipe in his mouth again.

He walked to Lan En's side: "This is really wonderful technology, especially for saving lives."

Gandalf and Lann took a break from their busy schedule and took shelter in an opening in Mount Elbor.

At that time, the fire of the evil dragon in Gushan was reflected from these huge openings, and could even be seen clearly from as far away as Changhu Town.

According to Gandalf, Azog, with Sauron's authorization, united almost two-thirds of the orcs in the north to form a legion and marched to the Lonely Mountain.

But now the whole army was defeated, one-third of the troops died on the spot, and even his own life was lost.

This is self-evident for the changes in the situation in the north.

After the victory was decided on the battlefield, the eagle left as quickly as they came.

Thorin retained them in the end, and at least gave the leader of the eagles, Guan He, the Wind King, a luxurious crown.

And declared that the Lonely Mountain dwarves will always be the allies of the Great Eagles.

But in fact, part of the reason why the Great Eagles came to the Lonely Mountain battlefield this time was their hostile stance towards evil, and part of it was because of Gandalf's personal relationship.

Because Lan En saw many big eagles and the Wind King Guan He deliberately reminiscing with Gandalf when they were flying away.

Bilbo also told him that Gandalf once called a group of great eagles, allowing their expedition team to escape a wave of orcs on the edge of the cliff.

"I saw Guan He glance towards me when he was leaving to talk to you."

With his palms resting on the strong and rough city wall fence of the dwarves, the witcher asked Gandalf next to him with interest.

"Is it saying something about me?"

At this time, one of Gandalf's hands was bandaged, which showed that he was not relaxed during the day. But even so, after the old wizard relaxed, he smoked his pipe non-stop to relax himself.

The old wizard who was blowing out smoke rings just now stuffed a bunch of pipe grass into the pipe pot again, lit a big flame on the tip of his finger wearing a ring, put it into the pipe pot and lit it.

"Oh, you mean this?"

Smoke curled up from the corner of Gandalf's mouth, but it was quickly stretched and blown away by the refreshing cold wind of the snow-capped mountains.

The old wizard looked at the witcher with a smile on his lips.

"The Eagle is the messenger of the great Valar-Manwë, King of Arda. Guanhe told me that your swordsmanship was greatly appreciated by a lord, especially the time you killed Smaug on the Lake."

"An adult?" Lan En was confused.

"[Lord of the Waters] Ulmo." The old wizard opened his mouth and spit out an obviously very big name, which made Ben Lan stunned.

According to Lann's previous borrowing in Rivendell, this name represents one of the Valar, the Lord of Water in the world of Arda.

But then, Gandalf said nonchalantly.

"But you don't need to care about anything. The great Ulmo is bold and resolute. He is just expressing his appreciation for you, nothing more. In fact, when Guan He said it to me, he couldn't be sure that it was Ulmo's time. Sadly, it was still a message that needed to be conveyed by a messenger, but it was told to me just to be on the safe side.”

Lan shrugged and decided to ignore the topic.

But it has to be said that his water-like swordsmanship, which was born out of [Wei Mingren], has been recognized by a master of water, which satisfies some of Lan En's small complacency.

It was a starry night, and the gentle moonlight shone together with the starlight, shining on the wasteland and the long lake system in the distance.

The scattered ice floes on the ice make the reflection of light even more dreamy.

The clouds in the sky are silhouetted by the moonlight, making the world and wasteland appear vast and boundless.

"What a beautiful world."

Lan En relaxed his shoulders and placed his elbows on the dwarf's guardrail. The hot breath of his sigh drifted away in the cold wind.

(End of chapter)