Granry, also known as Enemy Fencing, was a sword forged in the First Age by the Elven King of Gondolin, Tegang.

For thousands of years, Granary remained unaccounted for until the time of The Hobbit, when the gray-robed wizard Gandalf spotted enemy fencing in the troll's lair and later took it for himself (along with the stinging needle and the beastbite sword).

Gandalf continued to use the sword ever since, even at the end of the Third Age, when Gandalf left Middle-earth with his ship.

This shows Gandalf's affection for the sword.

But that was Gandalf hundreds of years later, and now Gandalf had just gotten his hands on the sword, and he hadn't even figured out his true identity, let alone any feelings.

Therefore, when he heard Lin Yi's request, Gandalf almost did not hesitate, unsheath the long sword at his waist and handed it to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi took the long sword with a smile and took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The scabbard of this long sword is carved from white jade ivory, and the hilt is bright silver throughout, with a white-gold gemstone inlaid with the end of the sword.

The right hand gently grasped the hilt of the sword, and a cool feeling came out from the palm of the hand, spreading all the way up to the head, Lin Yi only felt that his brain was suddenly cool, and even his eyes seemed to be clearer.

It's a good thing......

Lin Yi felt a burst of joy in his heart.

Gandalf smiled and said, "Your Excellency, this long sword was found by me from the lair of a group of trolls, if I am not mistaken, it should be a weapon forged by the elves of Gondolin back then......"

"It's more than that."

Lin Yi straightened out the blade of the sword, and just stood it in the moonlight, looking at its white and golden sword body, as well as the elven spell on the sword.

"See these elven spells?"

"Of course!" Gandalf nodded subconsciously, "To tell you the truth, I made my judgment based on this, but unfortunately, I don't know these elven spells, so I can't get more faith from them......"

Gandalf's words came to an abrupt end.

He suddenly thought of what Lin Yi said just now, and asked with a slightly abrupt expression.

"Could it be...... Do you know? ”

“……”

Lin Yi didn't answer his question directly, turned his back to the moonlight, looked at the complex elven spell on the sword and whispered.

"The enemy of Morgoth's army, the killer of the orcs, the king of Gondolin has this sword."

Morgoth...... King of Gondolin...... Tegang ......"

Gandalf muttered a few words, and then exclaimed, "This is the enemy fencing Glenry!" ”

"That's right."

Lin Yi put his sword into the sheath, and his silver-white vertical pupils chuckled and glanced at Gandalf: "What, regret it?" ”

“…… Of course not! ”

Gandalf laughed dryly, calmed down the remorse in his heart a little, and then looked at Lin Yi Zhengse and said: "Since I have promised to give it to you, then it is yours, and it is my own problem not to recognize the identity of the enemy fencing, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

As he spoke, Gandalf paused, and then sighed.

"Your Excellency Lin Yi, your vision is really high in the sky, and Gandalf is ashamed of himself."

“……”

It's really Gandalf, this sycophant is level, but it's a pity...... Useless!

Under Gandalf's blushing gaze, Lin Yi did not hesitate to put the long sword into his inventory.

Then he clapped his hands and smiled genuinely at Gandalf.

"I've already accepted the commission, say, do you want to entrust me with something to protect these little guys?"

"Of course not."

Seeing that it was impossible for the enemy to come back, Gandalf straightened his mind and got down to business.

"I'll send Bilbo and Thorin to the entrance to the Dark Forest, and the rest of the journey will be up to them, as for you...... I would like to ask you to come with me to a place. ”

"Somewhere."

"A mountain sealed with the power of darkness."

……

……

The other side.

After being hung up by Lin Yi, Seymour once tried to contact Lin Yi in reverse.

But no matter how he tried, he couldn't get in touch with Lin Yi on the other side.

In desperation, Seymour could only pack up and decide to complete the task according to the instructions of the master and the flame script.

He took a torch from the campfire and walked into the gloomy forest in front of him in the light of the fire.

Since it is written in the quest that the Elven King Thranduil is the king of the Northern Dark Forest, there must be a woodland elf in this dark forest.

If there are woodland elves, it means that there are warm houses and hot food.

"Warm house...... Even if it's just a treehouse! ”

Seymour sighed faintly, his gaze wandering over the eerie shadows of the trees around him.

He would rather drive all night than spend the night in this dense forest!

Seymour held a torch in his left hand and the hilt of his sword in his right, and walked vigilantly on the path of the dark forest.

The night wind passed through the treetops, blowing the flames on the torches, and as the flames jumped, Seymour's torches gradually extinguished, and the flames became smaller and smaller.

Obstructed in his vision, Seymour had to set it on fire several times with the Fire Dragon Sword.

After lighting the torch for the last time, Seymour's footsteps suddenly faltered.

…… Wait, I'm not a primitive, why use torches?

Seymour patted his head, and with a look of great annoyance, he threw the half-lit torch to the ground, and instead picked and picked from his waist and pulled out a phagosac.

"Sure enough, I still have it!"

Seymour happily activated the phagocytosis.

With a flash of light, a powerful portable light appeared in Seymour's hand.

At the same time, several light black shadows half-crouched on the dark oak tree in front of them, their bodies hidden between the leaves and trunks, and silently raised their bows and arrows towards Seymour, who was behaving strangely there.

The black shadow at the head held the bow and arrow for a while, but never gave the signal to release the arrow.

The dark shadow on the side turned his head a little puzzled, and even saw the frowning expression of his captain, as if he was puzzled by the strange behavior of this beautiful human throwing away the torch.

But in the next second, a strong white light poured forward like a pillar, and all the black shadows staring directly at Seymour were instantly stimulated by the intense white light, and they fell from the tree with a scream.

The elves' eyesight is already very strong, and in such a dim environment, the pupils of these elves have dilated to a certain extent, and it is natural that such a situation will occur when they suddenly look directly at such a strong white light.

The black shadow led by him is naturally no exception.

Only the elf who turned his head looked away and survived the attack of the bright light.

"That's what it sounds like!"

Looking at the dense forest in front of him, which was as bright as day, Seymour nodded with satisfaction, and then walked to the only figure who did not fall from the tree, and shone on him with the strong light in his hand.

Sure enough, it's an elf......

Seymour pursed his lips and smiled.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The elf closed his eyes tightly, and the bow and arrow in his hand quickly raised, aiming in the direction from which the voice came.

“…… Don't move! Withdraw your magic quickly, or else—"

"How else?"

The sound came from the near ear, and the elf half-crouched in the tree was frightened, and the arrow in his hand was loosened, and a strong wind shot into the ground, hitting the side of the strong light, knocking it to the ground.

A strong white light shot to the side, and the elf suddenly opened his eyes, resisting the urge to cry and leap backwards, while at the same time spreading his bow in mid-air and shooting an arrow in the direction from which the sound came.

Whoosh –

The arrow broke through the air, but was caught by Seymour, who was half-crouching in the tree.

Seymour tossed the arrow in his hand, a little surprised by the weak power of the elves in this world.

Then Seymour jumped down from the tree with the arrow in his hand, and smiled at the elf whose eyes were red, but still with his bow and arrow, staring at him.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a small punishment, if I really wanted to kill you, you'd be dead a long time ago!"

Seymour shook the arrow in his hand and threw it on the ground.

"Put down your bow and arrows, that thing won't work for me......"

But the elf was unmoved, and his eyes were still coldly looking at Seymour.

Seymour sighed helplessly and decided to put his weapon down before talking properly.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"He's right, Randy."

The female elf with braided red hair got up from the ground, her red and swollen eyes barely opened, and she looked at the smiling beautiful boy with tears on her face.

"Lay down the arrows, our bows and arrows will do nothing to him."

"But he ......"

"Put down your bow and arrows, it's an order! Are you going to disobey! ”

The female elf snorted, her tone was very sharp, but with the delicate face of pear blossoms and rain...... Tsk, it doesn't look like a deterrent.

However, this female elf is obviously very powerful on weekdays.

Hearing her scream, Randy lowered his bow and arrows despite his unwillingness.

At this time, the surrounding elves also got up from the ground one after another, picked up the bow and arrow with their red and swollen eyes, and looked at Seymour with tears on their faces but with cold eyes.

…… Actually stood up?

Seymour was a little surprised, and his eyes couldn't help but re-examine the woodland elves in front of him.

Their expressions were a little funny, but the composure and calmness in their eyes moved Seymour a little, this kind of gaze in Alfheim was only possessed by a few elves, but here, everyone has it!

Seymour put away the contempt in his heart and looked at the red-haired female elf.

"You're supposed to be woodland elves, aren't you?"

"That's right, we're the Ranger Guardians of the Dark Forest." The red-haired female elf looked at Seymour with a calm expression, "And you...... But it just attacked us. ”

"You attacked me first." Seymour shook his head, "It's just a small lesson...... Take me to your kingdom, I have something to discuss with your elven king. ”

"I'm sorry, but there are only two kinds of people who can enter the Woodland Kingdom other than our Woodland Elf allies."

"Oh? Which two? ”

"Prisoners, or dead people."

Seymour: "......"

Facing the cold and mocking gazes around him, Seymour couldn't help but roll his eyes, bent down and picked up the strong light on the ground, and the surrounding elves were suddenly startled by Seymour's movements, and they reached out to cover their eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm just tuning the gear."

Seymour's voice was heard, followed by a much fainter white light.

The surrounding woodland elves lowered their arms and looked at Seymour with frowns, although they did not raise their bows and arrows as before, the gaze that looked at Seymour was still very unkind.

Seymour sighed, a faint remorse in his heart.

In fact, with his strength, he can completely subdue the elves in a gentler way, explain clearly.

But he really hated this dark jungle, and even the elves who would live in this jungle, so after sensing the hostility of these people, Seymour immediately fought back and vented his anger when he walked here.

I wouldn't have been rash if I had known!

Seymour put the portable bright light in his hand on the ground, signaling that he was not hostile, and then looked at the female elf with a frown on his brow, and asked sincerely.

"I want to ask, are the other elves your allies?"

"Of course! All elves are our allies......"

The female elf frowned, a little unclear.

"That's great!"

Seymour breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly reached out and snapped his fingers in his ear.

The illusion applied to Seymour melted away like spring snow, revealing the long, pointed ears.

"You see, I'm an elf, too!"

Seymour pointed to his ear, a sincere smile on his handsome face.

But the surrounding elves did not relax at all, but took a step back in unison, their eyes became even colder, and there was even more disgust that they did not have before.

The red-haired female elf also glared at Seymour angrily.

"Don't try to deceive us, wizard!"

“…… Sorcerer? Seymour was slightly stunned, and then showed a helpless wry smile, "I'm really an elf, and these ears are not illusions - I don't believe you can touch them." ”

As he spoke, Seymour tilted his head slightly, and his tone was very sincere.

The female elves and the surrounding elves looked at each other, with a suspicious look on their pretty faces, and walked hesitantly in the direction of Seymour, their slender arms slightly raised.

The female elf got closer and closer, but Seymour on the opposite side did not make the slightest dangerous move, just kept tilting his head sideways and looked at the female elf very sincerely.

Near, closer......

The female elf's slender white palm got closer and closer, and finally touched Seymour's ear.

“…… Is it true? ”

The female elf's eyes widened, and her eyes were full of astonishment when she looked at Seymour, and her slender palms even subconsciously kneaded the tips of Seymour's warm ears.

Seymour's face turned red suddenly, and he slapped the female elf in front of him away.

For elves, simply touching their ears is nothing, but if you knead your ears, the nature is different!

The difference between the two is like a ceremonial kiss, as big as pinching your chin and flirting.

In other words, Seymour was molested!

Seymour's face was full of shame, and his eyes were wide as he glared at the female elf.

He's lived so big, and he hasn't had his ears pinched by a female elf other than a relative!

Looking at Seymour, whose face was flushed, the female elf breathed a sigh of relief.

"Looks like you're really an elf."

"Nonsense, I'll let you touch it...... Uh, you believe it? ”

"Of course."

The female elves motioned to the surrounding elves to put down their bows and arrows, and looked at Seymour with a stunned expression and smiled.

"No one but a real elf can react so realistically, unless you're a necromancer who has taken over an elven's shell, but judging from the light magic just now, this can obviously be ruled out."

"It's just a flashlight, not some light magic." Seymour shook his head.

"Ordinary light can't hurt me like this."

The female elf pointed to her cheek with a calm expression.

Looking at the ashes and tears on her face, the shame in Seymour's heart gradually faded, replaced by a faint guilt.

However, in the face of the female elf's gaze, Seymour still forcibly retorted.

"That's because the ordinary light you encountered wasn't strong enough!"

The female elf smiled: "A light that is strong enough is no longer an ordinary light...... Little one, I haven't been paying attention before, if I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't be an adult yet, right? ”