[Tomorrow is my birthday...... I'm a year older, and I hope to be in a good mood]

There are two flowers, one on each branch. Leaving aside the situation of the other teams for the time being, I will refocus my attention on the Arctic Continent team that accompanied the Lord of the Rings on the road.

All the people of the expedition set out by boat as soon as the sun appeared, and went down the river all the way, and for days on end, they would get up in the morning and sleep at sunset. After eight or nine days, there were no more trees on both sides, but more rocky ancient buildings, and the surrounding terrain had changed from plains to canyons.

On the tenth day, everyone still set out as soon as it was light, but the weather was not very good that day, and there was a heavy fog from the morning. The expedition sailed as close to the west shore as possible, and as the terrain before them gradually changed, vague outlines began to rise in the fog, and a series of cliffs appeared in front of everyone.

It didn't take long for the clouds to get lower and lower, and finally it started to rain heavily. They pulled on the tarpaulin, not wanting water to accumulate in the boat, and continued to drift down. In the heavy rain that was like a gray curtain, it was almost impossible to see clearly.

"What the hell is this...... It's annoying. Gunniel grumbled as he wiped the rain from his face in annoyance.

"Don't complain, you should think in a different direction, this kind of weather will greatly improve your combat power, at least we don't have to worry about other reincarnation team attacks. Charlotte said on the side: "You know, we are now basically out of the elves' sphere of influence, so it is very likely to encounter enemies, whether it is a reincarnation squad or a half-orc army." ”

"Well...... That's right, but the rain is still very uncomfortable. ”

Fortunately, Gunnier's troubles did not last long, and the rain soon stopped. Slowly, the sky became brighter and brighter, and suddenly the clouds broke through and the raindrops disappeared. In front of everyone's eyes, a wide river appeared, flanked by towering rock walls, on which a few bald trees grew from time to time.

The river then narrowed, and the water became much more rapid. At this time, no matter what obstacles they encounter in front of them, they cannot turn or stop at all, they can only face it bravely. Everyone could only see a line of blue sky above them and the dark black river around them, and in front of them were the hills of Armimmore and the sky blocking a qiē, and there was no exit in sight.

The crowd saw two rock peaks approaching, like two isolated stone pillars. They stood on either side of the canyon as if trying to deter any daring traveler. A narrow opening appeared between the two, and the river propelled the boat forward quickly.

"This is Agonas, King's Pillar!" shouted Aragon, "we should soon get through the valley of Guò, keep the boats in a straight line, and keep them as far away from each other as possible!"

As the ship approached, the two stone pillars gradually turned into towers to welcome everyone. And everyone on the Arctic Continent team can see that these two stone pillars have indeed been carved by some kind of power in ancient times, and they still maintain their general appearance under the baptism of the sun, moon, wind and frost and time.

On a huge pedestal at the bottom of the water stood statues of two kings, still looking north with blurred eyes and resolute eyebrows. Both statues gesture with warning gestures in their left hand, while the statues hold an axe in their right hand, and on their heads are weather-beaten helmets and crowns. They still have the authority and power of antiquity, looking out over a kingdom that is long gone.

Think about it, when the boat passed by the two stone statues, even the height of the boat and the people could not even reach the toes of the stone statues, and this huge carving that can only be described as a miracle appeared in front of everyone at this moment. When everyone passed by these two stone statues on the boat, they almost held their breath and slowly looked up, until the boat had already passed a long way, and even people looked back.

"This is the Colossus of Agoras, the king of mankind in the past, and that is also ...... My ancestors!"

At this moment, a strange voice came from behind the group, and they couldn't help but turn around, and they were greeted by a stranger who looked like Aragorn. The long-suffering Aragorn vanished, and in his place sat the proud son of Aragorn. He confidently guided the boat forward, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes radiating with light...... The exiled crown prince has finally returned to his homeland.

"I've long wanted to see the countenances of Essidor and Anarian, both of whom are my ancestors. Such a human being, noble and brave, but my ancestors, who were tempted by the Lord of the Rings and fell, are also human beings...... And in their shadow, King Eliza, as the heir of Elendil and with the title of Elven Gem, must complete what they have not done this time, and completely destroy the Ring!"

At the same time, the other people present may not feel anything, but Canaan, who was standing at the bow of the boat, frowned slightly, and she turned her head to look at Aragorn, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end there was no exit.

At that moment, Canaan felt an extremely strong momentum emanating from Aragorn's body, as if he had broken through some restraints, and his eyes were full of confusion...... This is clearly a symptom of unlocking the genetic lock.

Why did Aragon unlock the genetic lock? Canaan didn't ask, and she didn't want to ask him, because her attention was already on the Lalos Falls, which was about to be reached.

The canyon was long and dark, filled with the sound of strong winds and rushing tides. It bent toward the west, and suddenly it became dark, but soon, a ray of light pierced the night, and it intensified. Suddenly, the boat crossed the Agonas Gorge and entered the bright light of the sky.

The sun had already crossed the zenith and was shining on the windswept earth. The once raging river now flows into an oval-shaped lake, the pale Lake Lanciso, surrounded by hills. There are many trees growing around the hill, but the top is bare in the sun. In the extreme south, three peaks rise, the middle of which is somewhat forward-leaning, some distance from the others, and the great river separates itself from this peak. From a distant place there was a loud rumbling noise, like thunder.

"This is Torbranda!" said Aragorn, pointing to the tall mountain peaks to the south, "on the left is Mount Amunro, on the right is Mount Amonhan, the mountain of a thousand miles of observation and hearing." In ancient times, kings built mounts on top of it and garrisoned troops on it. However, it is said that no man or beast ever set foot in Tolbranda. We should be able to walk to the front of the mountain before nightfall, and I can already hear the call of the Lalos Falls. ”

The group rested for a moment and drifted south along the current towards the middle of the lake. They ate some food, quickly picked up the oars again, and continued on their way. The western hills are gradually obscured by shadows, the sun begins to set slowly, and the stars that are not willing to be lonely quietly jump out. The three peaks stood alone in the twilight, and the roar of Lalos did not stop for a moment, and when the expedition finally reached the bottom of the mountain, night had fallen.

The tenth day of the journey away from Roslorian was over, the Great Wasteland had been left behind them, and everyone on the Arctic Continent knew that the next thing they were about to face was an attack by the Orc Legion.