No one knows the length of the Ered Luin, or the Blue Mountains.

As far as the elves currently living in Beleriander are concerned, they only know that the Blue Mountains largely isolate Beleriander from the rest of Middle-earth.

But the elves still have a slight understanding of its width.

Not just elves, the Charles once remembered hearing that it took half a year for the Haradins to cross the Blue Mountains.

Although this is mainly due to the steep mountain path and the large number of people, it is enough to prove the size of the Ered Luin Mountains.

Therefore, in front of this behemoth that is a world of its own, a narrow but continuous and smooth road, if you are not particularly lucky, there is really no way to find it.

The entrance to the road is at the base of a large mountain that should be towering into the sky, and when you enter it, the surrounding sides are completely obscured by the mountain, and you can't even see the top when you look up.

In front of and behind the road is a narrow and even crevice-like mountain fracture, one end leads to the rear exit valley, and the other end enters the depths of the mountain, I don't know how long.

"It's almost there. Behind the road is a plain of mountains where many orcs are building fortresses. ”

A Nando elf whispered without looking back, staring at the road ahead vigilantly, for fear that something unexpected might happen there.

Behind him were Charles and Calebdil, dressed in black hunter attire, as well as several other elven retinues who had followed Charles to learn about potions.

It was noon, but they weren't actually in the mountains they had entered today, but had been deep for five days.

In five days, I crossed mountain streams, rivers, mountain basins, towering cliffs, and even walked through an abyss canyon with all kinds of dark plants.

And now, the target is about to be discovered.

As a result, the elves who were already tired in the back were refreshed when they heard this, and their steps sped up.

The elf who led the way was right, when the group finally squeezed through this difficult gap, what came into view was indeed a plain of green grass that suddenly opened up.

The plains are uneven and surrounded by heavy mountains, and the greenery is full of life.

Large sums of water cascade down the adjacent moss-covered black mountains, fall to the ground to form a pool, and then meanders forward to form a small stream.

And at the end of the line of sight where the creek spreads, there is a densely populated "construction site".

Despite the distance, the elves' gaze still allowed them to see what was active in the scene.

"The foundations of the fortress they built blocked the exit, and we had no way of knowing what the road behind the plain looked like or where it led. But their purpose is obvious, to build fortress bases, open up mountain roads, and eventually invade our living areas. ”

The leading elf said, his face quite solemn.

At this moment, when they looked roughly, they could see that the number of orcs there was in the hundreds!

But they were just orc slaves working as builders, and there were no protectors or orc soldiers in sight.

It may be that this kind of hidden place does not need additional protection, or it may be hidden somewhere else undiscovered.

However, in reality, even a simple orc slave is not something that they can deal with with as many elves as they are now.

Unless Charles can change again, although his mental strength has increased at this time, he is not confident that he will change.

……

After observing for a long time, the group quietly retreated back to the previous path, and before the sun set, they stepped out of the gap and reached a slightly wider valley.

"I need to go back right now, and then inform the clan about this!"

As soon as he came out, Cele Budil, who had a serious face, suddenly spoke.

"Deliver a letter?"

Charles thought about it and suddenly whistled.

Then he saw a blue lark suddenly fly from a banyan tree not far from the valley, and landed behind his shoulder and chirped crisply.

Then I saw him turn his head sideways and whisper some strange syllables to the lively little thing.

The five surrounding elves watched all this and couldn't help but look at each other.

It is said that among the elves who have bathed in the glory of Amen Continent, there is an existence who is proficient in bird language, is he one?

No, the Noldor have been back in Middle-earth for hundreds of years, but the Charles are still minors......

Even Celebdil, who claims to know a lot about the Charles, is a little silent, let alone the other elves.

But Charles didn't pay attention to their expressions, and after a simple "communication" with the birds, he spoke: "The Nando tribe is too widely distributed, and it will take a long time to simply send a letter. But these little ones can help a little. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the little guy with beautiful feathers also turned his head and chirped a few times at the elves, as if in agreement.

However, they do not know the language of birds.

But it's not just for sending letters...... Seeing all this, Calebdir forced the urge to ask, nodded and said, "I'll start writing when I get back." ”

There is no paper in this day and age, but the elves have their own ways to deal with it. The Nando can write letters with a special type of leaf and a unique ink, which is not much worse than paper.

Charles nodded, then whispered a few words to the bird on his shoulder, and the pretty little creature fluttered his wings and flew away.

Several elves were envious of this.

As people who love forests and nature, it's a lot of fun to be able to interact with the real aborigines of these forests.

However, this is not something that ordinary Nandor can't do, even their former king, Denethor, doesn't have the ability to do so.

"Is this also magic?"

Some elves muttered quietly, feeling that this magic was simply beyond cognition.

But in fact he was right. Charr's spiritual talent is not limited to changing appearances, but also influencing the inside.

Remove the special case that has amazing results. At this time, there are two ways for Charles to activate his psychic abilities, one is to hold back his thoughts, just like he used to color his pipe.

The effect of this use is weak and expensive, and it makes Charles drowsy every time he uses it.

The other way is to have a purpose around you and give birth to all kinds of wishes or desires.

The use of straw critters to life is one of the manifestations of this use, and the same is true of communication with birds now, because they are so eager to communicate with him.

In fact, being able to communicate across races is not just something that humans or elves crave.

This method consumes very little, and it will not be too tiring to use it more than a dozen times a day, and at most it can be completely restored to normal after a sleep.

Charles was in a normal state at the moment, and after sending the birds away, he looked at Calebdir beside him as if nothing had happened: "I suggest you inform the Sindar or the Noldor. Otherwise, the Nando alone would not be able to deal with this hidden danger. ”

This is very reasonable, but when Kalebdil heard this, his face changed: "The land of the Seven Rivers is the territory of the Nando tribe, if the elves of other tribes are asked to guard it, then is it still necessary for the Nando elves to exist?" ”

He seemed to be very excited, but Charles, who had lived here for ten years, knew why.

It is said that after the war more than 300 years ago, many green elves threw themselves into the arms of the Grey Elf kingdom and gave up living in the Nando.

Although nominally, King Singar of Dorias is the sovereign of all life of Beleriand, including the Green Elves and the Noldor.

But in reality, this is only in name.

Because he belonged to the first elven king to establish a kingdom in the Bereriand region, the original territory was the entire Bererian, and the other elves were later.

Celebdir obviously doesn't want the Green Elves to lose their independence completely, but in Charles's opinion, without external help, the current Green Elves alone can't even organize any effective countermeasures.

Charles had a vague guess about this, and sure enough, Celebdir suddenly brought it up again, and told him about the kingship again.

"Actually, a king doesn't need to work too hard, His Majesty Finrod of Nagoslund has been traveling around in recent years, and even has a lot of exchanges with our Nando, but his kingdom is still running in an orderly manner, and there is no need for the king to intervene in person."

Charles was fresh to hear this, but he still shook his head.

But not because of a refusal, but because of another thing.

"The orcs in the mountains, you should have known about it a long time ago." He asked suddenly.