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It is the valley of Imras, the last home on the eastern shore of the sea, but it is known by another name: the valley.

The team of Thorin and Gandalf happened to arrive here, and they met the elves that they deeply hated and hated, and almost had a conflict.

On the contrary, it was the group of elves that Dawn Sun encountered, led by Elrond, the lord of the valley, who helped Dawn Sun get rid of those orcs.

Their contact with Chenyang seems to be more harmonious.

Maybe it's because the identity of the Morning Sun Wood Spirit is somewhat similar to the elves of this world, or maybe his identity as Maia has been recognized.

At the very least, the conversation between him and the lord was pleasant, and the conversation during this ride time had taught Chenyang a lot about magic.

These elves who have been in the years have always had a lot of time to delve into something, and it is easier to get more accumulation than humans, such as their fine art and powerful magic.

In terms of art, Chenyang doesn't know much about it, but when it comes to magic, Chenyang has always been eager for it, and he rarely resists things that make him stronger.

Especially this kind of magic that can be combined with each other in another world will greatly improve the thinking of Chenyang Wood Spirit Technique.

Back in the valley, Solin and the others stood in front of the platform of the elven castle, and suddenly found a group of elves pouring in through the passage, their eyes full of hostility.

In the face of the elves, the dwarves never mind speculating on them with the greatest malice, after all, the hatred between the two races has lasted for hundreds of years, and it will continue to be passed on in the future.

Fortunately, the two sides did not really play each other.

Solo Lin and the others shrank together and formed a relatively solid formation to prevent being scattered by the charge of the elven horseback.

Before that, Chenyang jumped down from the elf's horse and looked at Thorin, Baggins, and the others.

"I'm back, guys."

Chenyang stretched out his hand to greet the crowd and looked sideways at Gandalf next to him, wanting to ask him what was going on.

Gandalf glanced at the extremely vigilant, as if the dwarves had entered the battlefield, but shrugged helplessly, indicating that he also didn't know how to deal with it.

Lord Elrond jumped off his horse and greeted him with a smile on his face, "Gandalf, we meet again."

"Lord Elrond, it's a pleasure to see you again." Gandalf bent down slightly and whispered.

As they greeted each other, Thorin seemed to sense the danger lifted, and instead of letting the dwarves huddle together, he stood alone at the front, looking at the handsome elven lord.

"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thorein."

Lord Elrond said, his gaze sweeping to the group of dwarves behind him, as well as a hobbit.

"I don't think we've seen it." Thorin stood in front of him, his expression stiff, like a lion that could burst into anger at any moment, and he didn't mind fighting the elven lord as long as he was the slightest hostile.

The lord said slowly, "You have the demeanor of your grandfather, we already knew him when he was the king of the lonely mountain."

"yes, I haven't heard him talk about you." Tho Lin replied in a cold tone.

Had Gandalf not led them to the valley, Thoreen would never have met these elves, let alone had the slightest communication with them.

Lord Elrond was affected by Thorin's words, and his heart was inevitably a little angry, but he could only suppress it, looked sideways at the elves who stayed behind, and said their elven words: "Raise the fire, fill it with wine, and we must entertain our guests."

But the dwarves don't understand the language of the elves.

"What is he talking about?" "Is he insulting us!" The dwarves shouted in a somewhat agitated tone, and were even about to raise their weapons.

Chenyang stood next to him and explained in a loud voice, "He just wants to provide you with food, don't get me too wrong."

"Can you understand Elfish language?" Suo Lin turned his head to look at Chenyang, and asked with doubts in his eyes.

"Hmm."

Chenyang nodded, I don't know if it's because he is a wood spirit, the language of the wood spirit clan has a lot of similarities with the elf clan, so he just communicated with the elf lord in elven language, and there was no miscommunication, and he could even understand more meanings from each other's words.

"I'll just say he's an elf." Bahrain whispered into Du Golin's ear, no matter how small their whispers were, it didn't affect Chenyang from hearing their words.

Chenyang smiled helplessly, and after Balin said that, he explained out loud: "I said, I am not an elf, if you can, I would prefer you to see me as a human being." ”

Balin looked up at him with a look of surprise on his face, as if he couldn't figure out how he had heard himself and Dugolin whispering.

On the contrary, it was Suo Lin, who looked at Chenyang's eyes with a little more vigilance, although the snitch he chose was indeed powerful, but so long time had passed.

The secrets of this snitch seem to be more and more, so many that he also perceives the slightest danger.

When they came to the banquet of the elves, the dwarves looked solemn, looking at the dishes on the table, as if they were standing on the battlefield as if they were facing a great enemy.

In front of them were plates of delicate and fresh fruits and vegetables, not the slightest bit of meat that would make the dwarves lose their appetite for the feast.

"Morning Sun."

Old Man Baggins looked at the vegetables on the table and whispered to Chenyang.

In terms of eating, no one in the whole team could compare to him, especially when he ate the food stored by Chenyang, he began to think about how to enjoy that food at every meal.

Now is the best time for this vegan feast.

When Chenyang heard this, he was picking up a red fruit and throwing it into his mouth, looking sideways at Baggins, deliberately showing a blank expression, as if he didn't know what he meant by shouting himself, and said out loud: "It tastes good, you can taste it too."

At the same time, in the ruins of another castle, darkness is enveloping the land, and coldness and gloom have become the main style of this place, making anyone who approaches here feel scared and frightened, and choose to leave as soon as possible.

In such an empty and frightening gloomy castle, several uninvited guests were welcomed at this time.

The half-orcs riding the wolf rushed into the castle, jumped off the wolf as fast as they could, and rushed to the top of the ruins at a very fast speed.

There, someone was waiting for him.

On the top floor, a giant wolf is like a pet, crawling at its feet, its eyes are like cats, and there is no ferocity of those giant wolves.

The orc stood in front of a burly figure, bent down, and whispered with fear in his tone, "My lord, we have failed, those dwarves...... They fled. ”

The burly figure turned its back to him and did not speak, the atmosphere silent and depressing.

The half-orc couldn't help but tremble a little in the face of the adult's silence, and softly defended: "The elves chase and kill, they ......"

"I don't want to listen to excuses, you deserve to be punished." The burly figure turned, it was Azog the Destroyer, who had his hand cut off by Thorin during the battle.

All the wolves raised their heads and stared at the orc with a cold, emotionless gaze, as if they were looking at their own food tonight.

"No!"

A miserable scream pierced the sky.