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In the early morning, the adventurers who passed the last bridge casually listened to the introduction of the old dwarf Bahrain.

The woods in front of him were lush and dense, and there was no human presence at all.

Looking back at the traces of the camp on the other side of the river in the clearing last night, where is the mood of watching the scenery from the other side at that time? But the nervousness of facing the old trees and crows at the entrance of the forest is not all.

"Troll Forest?Troll?Troll??Haha, Bahrain, you're really cowardly, we're a lot of people now!"

"I'd love to see these monsters, and give them a taste of my new companions. ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Dvalin, who was drunk and drunk, sat on a low but strong horse, unloaded the giant axe behind his back, and swung it a few times, pressing the mount Xiao Xiao to neigh.

"Hey~man, watch out for your axe! I don't want to spend the rest of my life in bed. ”

The red-nosed Bevert began to complain, and he was just beside Dwarin, almost swept off his horse by the strong wind of the axe.

"Devalin, I told you to drink less wine earlier, but you didn't listen!"

As the elder brother, Balin was a little hung up on his face, and opened his mouth to reprimand.

"Do you think trolls are goblins? Not to mention your small body, even a heavily armed hoplite knight can be overturned by them in a state of full charge!"

Balin's beard shook and his hands were gesturing, as if trying to describe the horrors of trolls.

Not every one of these dwarves had been through a hundred battles, and a few of them had never even been on a decent battlefield, so most of them had never even seen a troll like a troll like the famous continent, and they pricked up their ears at this time.

The young dwarves Fili and Chili were completely captivated, and looked at Old Balin with adoration on their faces, boasting about how they had escaped from the trolls.

Thorin looked at these juniors gently, but he was worried about their simple innocence, and he was also at a loss for the future.

Ling Qi didn't participate in the dwarves' self-amusement, but chatted with Farion, the leader of the twenty escorts, and asked about the military life in Nedin.

Although the dwarves should be the main body of the adventure team, they are basically the ones who have been fighting for a few days, and the combat reconnaissance is all handled by the guards, of course, the dwarves also have their own set of plans.

"Lynch, I really want to thank you this time. ”

Just after finishing his daily inquiry, Thorin came to Ling Qi's side again, and said with a little emotion.

He could feel the strength of those guards, and believed that Ling Qi had indeed pulled out all the old bottoms for this mission. Even if he was originally skeptical, after observing in the past few days, he also has a more intuitive impression of the strength of this team.

As for when such peace of mind from external forces will degenerate into a fear of being too strong against allies, it is really uncertain.

However, at this moment, some human knights who can easily take out a wandering goblin with a single sword are still very popular with Thorin, after all, the enemies they have to face are too ferocious.

The terror of his enemies suppressed the distrust of his allies in his heart, even though the sprout had taken root for many, many years ago.

"It's nothing, we're friends, aren't we?"

Ling Qi perfunctorily swept away the Charles who was wandering on the edge of the line with deep meaning.

More important than Thorin's likely change of mind, the cohesion of the real core team is more important. The two uninvited teammates impressed him every time, not only in combat.

Sure enough, every reincarnation should not be ignored, because they are likely to condense the essence of one or even several worlds, part of the essence!

After a short period of preparation, the team hit the road again. With the exception of Bahrain, no one has offered to bypass the Troll Forest, even if it would only take half a day. In fact, everyone knows that this adventure is not safe at all. If you want to avoid even this level of danger, then you don't need to go to any dragon's nest.

Of course, in line with the principle of safety first, even if most people were confident in their own strength, the team did not go deep into the troll forest, but interspersed from the edges, directly through this dark jungle.

By morning, it was rising in the east and then slowly sinking in the west.

Finally, before the sun set, the team crossed the first real danger zone.

There were no behemoths, no demons, just a handful of tigers and leopards looking at each other in the distance, much to Dwalin's cry of regret, and Thorin and Balin breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Gandalf had left in a hurry after receiving an unexpected letter the previous night, Thorin and Ling Qi had become the only remaining decision-makers in the team, and Ling Qi had long been prepared to deal with Thorin's ridiculous idea of changing course, and he didn't want to keep it up.

Beyond the troll forest is a large area of wilderness, and beyond is the shallows of the upper reaches of the Xuanshui River.

The Xuanshui River is not deep, but the riverbed is quite wide, the water is fast, and the shallows are one of the few places where you can cross the river directly!

It was almost dark when everyone left the Trollwood, and even Thorin didn't want to travel overnight except for Dwarin.

Middle-earth is dangerous at night, especially between the woods and mountains, and even the best of them dare not rest alone.

Even in the open plains, or in a shallow nest sheltered from the wind, the average adventurer will rarely arrogantly light a campfire and set up camp, as it will attract many wandering predators, wild goblins, or jackals from the wild.

Ling Qi's team is strong, so there are no taboos. But they still took advantage of the sun to pass through the troll forest, and did not try to spend the night in it.

The old thief's map helped Ling Qi a lot, because the map clearly marked a group of living trolls in the Troll Forest, which no one else knew.

For those evil creatures with rough skin and thick flesh and no oil and water to recur, Ling Qi had no intention of hunting at all.

In the face of creatures of gigantic size, the guards recruited and trained by the Charr are useless. They have a lot of strength and stamina, but they are not agile and lack superb combat skills, and their footwork moves are more like a copy of Kronn than a thousand hammers.

This is a truly elite performance in the eyes of outsiders, and the troops do not need individual will, which also has advantages in group warfare. However, Ling Qi knew very well that they were better suited to targets of equal size or weakness, such as orcs and goblins, rather than mammoths and trolls.

There are only two best ways to deal with trolls, one is to get Godzilla out of the horse, and the other is to use the sun.

In this more "fair" world, size will give creatures a greater advantage, and I believe Godzilla will not mind the hygiene of food. And sunlight will turn a powerful trolls into stone statues in an instant!

It's a pity that Ling Qi hasn't heard from Godzilla for more than half a year, and he can't sense its existence at all, and he can't check its status, as if it disappeared out of thin air.

At the moment, the only thing he knows for sure is that it's still alive!

It's Leo, in fact, Ling Qi has always been able to dimly perceive his existence, and when his soul becomes more condensed, he can even have some simple conversations with him in his consciousness, as if he is sympathetic, this is an ability he didn't have before, after all, the distance between them is too far!

And his elven servant was actually put into the elf clan from the beginning of the plot, and has his own identity and opportunity!

Is this a deliberate attempt by the Juggernaut to distract him, or is it to give him more care as a person of attention!

Dark Jungle, the territory of the Wood Elves, beyond the Elven Fortress, along the forest rapids!

A golden figure suddenly descended from the sky, and the swaying branches along the rapids signaled his arrival, a belated reminder that it was no match for his swiftness!

Shout!

A cold arrow suddenly shot from the opposite shore, unknown prophet.

The figure only sank slightly, and it avoided the sharp arrows by a fraction of a second!

Quiver!

The green feather trembled rapidly, and the cold arrow pierced deep into a wooden stake by the stream, almost passing through its body!

Airplanes!

The bowstring trembled, like a figure shining with golden light, stepping on the choppy reef with one foot, completely ignoring the slippery moss, gracefully rising into the air, firing the bow and fighting back!

Bite!!

The arrow that flew out of the air was smashed away by a fast arrow that was speeding sideways, and the arrow rubbed into the spark, and both fell into the water!

The golden figure flipped in the air and fell gracefully to the shore, revealing its face in the mottled light and shadow.

He has long blond hair, and his eyes, eyebrows, and even the slightest texture on his skin are pale gold, which is a testament to the ancient purity of his blood among the elves!

"Bang Bang!"

Suddenly there was a burst of applause on the other side of the river, and then suddenly a blonde, white-skinned elven man jumped out of a green shade.

The two looked at each other across the river, and their appearance and temperament were unusually perfect, perfect so that people didn't dare to look at them directly, as if it was blasphemy to look at them more. And their clothes and equipment are the same.

What distinguishes it from the subtle and inadvertent embodiment is the instantaneous transfer of the qi.

The golden-skinned elf was noticeably taller and more muscular, and his golden eyes and skin were colder, more implicitly haughty.

As for the other, he may be a little inferior in appearance, but he gives people a purer and calmer feeling.

It's as if the former one is a more noble gold but lacks polish. The latter, though only silver, has been carved into a fine work of art.

"Awesome! Awesome! My good brother, Leo. If I'm not mistaken, you're not even 100 years old this year! Sure enough, he is the son that my father values the most, a gift from God. ”

The white-skinned elf sighed in admiration, and there was no jealousy in his tone, just appreciation and love.

The golden-skinned elf bowed slightly, showing respect, and then suddenly looked at the upper reaches of the torrent and said loudly:

"Tariel, why did you suddenly intervene, Legolas and I haven't decided the winner yet?"

Leo knew that he was not the opponent of his nominal brother in front of him, after all, under the young appearance of the opponent, there was a wealth of combat experience of nearly five hundred years. If it weren't for his titular Lao Tzu in the past six months, the elven king Thranduil would not hesitate to use the water of life to baptize him and teach him advanced combat skills and experience, he would not even be qualified to fight the other party. Of course, unless he unlocks the racial talent of the High Elves, it is far from being comparable to the heart and eye that the Wood Elves can learn by chance.

The Wood Elves, known in this world as the Sylvan Elves, are a major component of the Dark Forest Kingdom. But just like in other worlds, this race, which is almost out of the direct line of elves, will always be civilians among elves.

The sound of the water upstream is continuous, and sometimes it becomes turbulent, splashing hundreds of thousands of splashes, showing the changes of nature.

A brown-haired elf with a slender figure appeared silently, as if he had come out of the water and jumped out of a stone, without warning.

Leo's gaze at her was full of admiration and friendliness, and the other white-skinned elf, Legolas, looked at the female elf with some different feelings, eagerness, and love!

"Oh, Leo, why fight any more!, you know, Lord Thranduil doesn't want to see you hurt, for whatever reason. Of course, Legolas is no different. ”

The female elf Tariel's voice is deep, her timbre is not perfect, as if she lacks spirituality, but she has a different charming taste.

As a Sylvan elf, she can cultivate her karma to a level comparable to that of Sinda elves, and even surpasses most ordinary Sinda elves, and her dedication in her past life can be imagined!

Elves are a bloodline-dependent race, as is true in any plane.

That's why the High Elves are so conceited, they are born to be superior, and they have extraordinary strength when they become adults, which doesn't matter how arrogant they are.

When the elven bloodline concentration is very close to that of their ancestors, they may even become innate divine beings.

In the legends of any plane, the earliest elves are the ones closest to the gods, servants or children, in short, they are blessed!

Therefore, Leo, whose bloodline has been traced many times, can learn in just half a year a skill that ordinary Sylvan elves may not be able to master in hundreds of years, and it is also comparable to the decades of penance of ordinary Sindar elves.

Although he missed the High Elf's coming-of-age ceremony forever, he did have a bright future that he could never have imagined before.

"Alas~ I can interpret this as if you intervened in advance to prevent me from losing again and losing to Legolas?"

Leo shook his head in disappointment, which made the hazy golden glow on his body lighten a little, and also made him look more human.

Legolas leaped to the other side of the river and patted Leo on the shoulder, and Tariel jumped from the upstream, stepping on a branch on the riverside and landing not far behind the two.

"Leo, brother, you don't have to be discouraged! You are not as good as me, this is something that everyone knows! Probably only when you are two hundred years old and an adult, can you hope to surpass me!"

Legolas said with his head tilted up deliberately, which made him look extremely youthful and energetic.

Leo laughed and cursed a few words, and then the three of them began to discuss their own cultivation experiences, most of the time it was Tariel, who served as the captain of Thrandil's guard, and Legolas was teaching Leo the skills and tricks of fighting.

The three young men didn't see that farther away, higher up, on the wall of the fortress of the Forest Elf Kingdom, a Sindar Elf with the same young appearance, but ten times more majestic than others, was gently and sternly scrutinizing them.

Behind this Sinda elf, there stood two full rows of twenty heavily armed Sinda elves, but all of them stood in the sustenance, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

His gaze was more focused on Leo, sometimes examining his first son, and rarely glancing at the loyal captain of the guard.

Every time he swept the gifted Sylvan Elf and his captain of the guard out of the corner of his eye, his eyes were filled not with admiration and satisfaction, but with indifference and distancing and a trace of disdain that could not be hidden, even if he had controlled it well.

"Maybe I should find a chance to remind her. ”

Thranduil muttered to herself, and then looked at Leo, who was unexpectedly rich in blood, and suddenly felt extremely proud.