Celebdir eventually left the treehouse in the Shire.

I had seen hope, but it came to an abrupt end. This filled Calebdir with unwillingness, and because of this, he left a word before leaving.

"Sooner or later, the encirclement of Angban in the north will be broken, and all the elves, including the Nando, will be affected. But compared to Sinda and Noldor, the Nando had no power to resist at all. So, if you still love this forest, then be sure to think twice about my words. ”

With that, he took a deep look at Charles standing in the window of the treehouse, and then stepped away and disappeared into the forest at dusk.

……

Watching the other person's back disappear, Charles subconsciously fiddled with his new pipe in his hand, but his eyes looked a little absent-minded.

Ten years of contact, coupled with the faint bonus of his own talent, made him feel that the other party did not suddenly want to set up a new king for the sake of power.

He seems to have a strong sense of crisis, but this is strange compared to the other green elves he has come into contact with.

It's like, a school of salted fish that eats and waits for death suddenly appears with an ambitious ......

"Were you scared by the attack ten years ago?"

Squinting his eyes, Charles turned away from the window.

Now that the other party has been rejected, there is no need to dwell on the issue any longer.

He started doing one thing he hadn't done before.

He first looked down at the pipe in his hand a few times, and then took out a wooden box full of dried brown and yellow tobacco from the bedside table.

Then fill the pipe with the dead leaves of these plants. But before he could light the fire, a faint sweet smell faintly wafted out from within, and at the same time, wisps of white mist gradually rippled between the dense dead leaves in the bucket.

Seeing this, Charles leaned back on the couch and took a puff.

The unfamiliar and somewhat familiar taste thus grew in his mouth, and he smashed it and smashed it, spitting out a white mist.

Slow and relaxed.

……

Regardless of the mood and thoughts of the person concerned, many of the objects he created have a great response among the Green Elf community.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the Green Elves had been in seclusion for a long time and had no connection with other races, it is estimated that those potions would have spread beyond the Land of the Seven Rivers long ago.

It's quite popular, but that doesn't include a recent discovery by the Charles: tobacco.

The plant he called tobacco was called Galanath in Sinda, and was known for the intense fragrance of the flowers.

Other than that, however, the Green Elves don't pay much attention to the plant, only that it has a certain detoxifying effect.

Charles also found it during a hunting trip, and then suddenly found that it was very similar to the tobacco he remembered, so he processed and dried it to make some, and after the first attempt, it felt that it was true.

The taste is definitely different, with a unique sweet and greasy taste, but it also has a refreshing effect when sucked, but I don't know if it will affect health.

Charles thinks that even if there is, it doesn't matter, because the elves are invincible.

Unfortunately, apart from him, the fake elves, the other elves did not react much to the birth of tobacco.

Because they can't stand the weird smell, they feel very bad.

Charles's "poisoning" was thus aborted, and he also forgot about smoking after the initial novelty had passed.

However, the pipes he made were not thrown into the trash like tobacco, but were taken out of the bedside table from time to time to fiddle with.

After this pipe was plated with a layer of brown and black with his psychic ability, it really looked like a handicraft.

But in reality the charr is not concerned with this, but with the wonderful nature that it has been endowed with.

As long as there is tobacco stuffed in it, there is no need to ignite the pipe, and the pipe will start running automatically!

This ability is not a special talent unique to the Charles, but a magical power that is faintly present in this world.

The magic of the current world was completely different from what he remembered, and it was activated by personal will or thought, and could only be used under extreme anger or similar emotional stimulation, and the effect was single and the power was not fixed.

Normally, this kind of magic power is very weak, or even tends to be absent.

Theoretically, even humans have the ability to perform magic, but compared to the gifted elves, the possibility of humans doing magic is very small.

So there's no such thing as magic in this world, at least not in Middle-earth.

On the contrary, physical force is still the mainstream.

But aside from this spell, there is another way for the elves to achieve some otherworldly effects - and that way is to craft items.

Magic exists because of the will, but if one's own will or mind is continuously "instilled" into the fruits of labor, then the finished result is likely to have some supernatural effects.

For example, when Charles was making pipes before, he was all about the effect of the pipe being formed, so when he finished making it, the pipe was enchanted with magic.

Another example is the elven cloak, ropes, bows and arrows, and even various musical instruments that the green elves are good at making.

These wonderful traits don't have much effect, and even if they do, it's just that the target item has more or more magical abilities.

And the probability of success is not high, and there are high requirements for production technology and craftsmen.

The Noldor are very good at using this ability to polish gems and other utensils, but unfortunately the Charr have not had the opportunity to see them.

……

Instead of becoming popular, a piece of news spread among the many green elf gatherings in the Land of Seven Rivers, and there was a lot of talk about it.

Because of this, in the past ten years, the elves who were familiar with Charles have become a little restrained and awe-inspiring when they meet again, and the children who have always come to make trouble have been strictly controlled by their parents.

The little radish head named Ning Luowei was more bold, and after hearing the news, he sneaked over and whispered to Charles who was bowing his head and polishing a sword in the house.

"Brother Charles, are you going to be king?"

"Who said that?" Charles glanced up at her.

"They said it."

"Who are they?"

"That's them, a lot of elves are talking about it."

"They lied to you."

Little Carrot obviously didn't believe this, "Then if you want to be the king, I'll be your queen, okay?" ”

"Not good."

"Huh, stingy!" The little one ran away in a huff.

Seeing this, Charles shook his head helplessly.

It seems that every green elf in the vicinity thinks he is going to be king, except for himself, but this is not the case.

It's not that someone deliberately released the rumors, but that some familiar elves have been running to persuade Charles during this time, far away, close to each other.

After a lot of going back and forth, the matter just spread.

Because of this, his original thoughts of leaving became even stronger.

It's just that Charles didn't leave the Land of Seven Rivers in the end.

Soon after, an elf came to him and told him something very worrying—he had found a remote mountain path to the east of the mountain range in the blue mountains east of the forest.

At the end of the road, there are orcs.

Charles didn't feel anything at first when he heard this, but decided to go and investigate, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.