Whoosh——!

A pitch-black arrow stabbed through the sky, piercing through the obstacle without pause after touching the obstacle, bringing a sporadic stream of blood to fall.

Severe pain struck, a vulture soaring leisurely in the sunlight screamed miserably, and the sudden loss of vitality in its body made its pair of wings flutter in a panic but quickly weakened.

Eventually, the whole bird fell in the air and fell rapidly towards the ground below.

With a bang, the surface of the ground that was originally growing with dense grass was smashed into a mess by the gray-feathered vulture, and the blood splashed red by the gravity squeezed the surrounding ground, and also frightened a gray-haired rabbit who could jump out of the hole in the ground not far away and hurriedly flew back.

Fortunately, it ran fast, otherwise it would not have been affected.

Because just two seconds after the vulture landed, a black "lightning" suddenly fell from high in the sky, and with a snort, it "split" the ground into a small deep hole!

The picture was silent, blood flowing under the motley feathers, but it wasn't long before a pair of feet in black boots stepped in.

The tail of the cloak on his legs swayed, and he saw a hand wearing a half-fingered black cloth glove raise and grasp the ground, and the black iron arrow stained with sticky soil on the surface burst out of the deep hole, and was picked up and held by this hand.

"Why are there so many bald people?"

The warm voice muttered to himself, but he didn't pay much attention to it and turned to leave.

At the same time, the pitch-black metal arrow had been wiped clean by the owner of the voice, and then inserted into the quiver behind his waist.

……

His long black hair was neatly tied up with a silver forehead, and he wore a tight knee-length brown robe and gray trousers, covered with a gray cloak.

On the surface, Charles was dressed like an ordinary elven traveler, no different than his appearance.

In reality, however, inside his long-fitting linen garment was a layer of black close-fitting armor.

Like a knight's chain mail, it is not visible from the outside, but its usefulness is very obvious.

The armor made from a black jade metal mixed with a sequence of arcane texts called Garvaughn is as light as ordinary leather, but its defense is stronger than steel.

Although it could not be mass-produced because the materials were difficult to collect, it was perfect as a private customized gift.

In addition to the one he was wearing, Charles actually brought two sets on this trip, one for his cheap uncle, and the other for his cheap uncle, but the other was another one he had never met.

These two armor sets were the highlight of the trip, but they weren't really heavy because of the secret text, and when shrunk and wrapped in cloth, they looked like two wraps, no different from the food bag you were carrying.

At this time, all these bags were hung on the back of a snow-white horse not far away, because of the long journey, the horse's body was slightly dreaded in the sun, but it did not seem to be panting, but was looking down to nibble on the green weeds on the side of the road.

Beneath his feet was a vast field, and in the distance he could faintly see a wide low hill, which was Amuneri, the end of the long hill Andram, and the place where the previous king of the Nando tribe, Denethor, fell.

So in fact, at this time, the charr could only leave the range of the Land of the Seven Rivers and officially arrived in the eastern region of Beleriand.

There was no delay along the way, except for a memory from "childhood" that made Charles draw arrows and shoot it down every time he saw such a being as a vulture, even though it was likely that the birds were just passing by.

Straddled on the horse, he looked up at the bright sky above him, and after noticing anything else, he raised his hand and patted the horse's neck.

So the white stallion named Annoel reluctantly snorted, and then slowly stepped on all fours.

At this time, Middle-earth did not have a formed road except for some specific routes, so that the surface of the field hidden under the green grass was a little uneven, which also caused some trouble for the road.

However, Annoor's hooves are agile and nimble, and he can maintain a speed like walking on the ground here, but there are inevitably some bumps in it.

The journey was long and boring, and he walked and stopped until night fell and the stars bloomed, and he reached the place where the low hill of Amuneri was.

Following the not-so-steep slope to the top of the hill and settling the horses, Charles leaned directly against a rocky shade on the top of the hill, which was more than ten meters high.

On the left is the road from which you came, and on the right is the same endless wilderness.

Because elves are not afraid of darkness, they don't make fires, and as a peculiar race, elves generally make biscuits called lambas, and they don't need to use fire to bake food.

Right now, Charles was leaning against the rocks and munching on the dark yellow biscuit, looking thoughtful.

The source of Lambas comes from Yavanna, one of the Veras, who is the giver of the fruits of the earth and the creator of all plants on the earth's surface.

At the beginning of the Great Migration of the Elves, she taught the Elves how to make Lambas and the specific wheat seeds they needed, in order to make it easier for them to travel to the West.

So even the green elves of the "turtles" will make this kind of food.

Lambas seems to taste similar to the honey cake he remembers (as he can't remember what the cookie tastes like, so he can't be sure).

However, the special thing is that this biscuit does not leave any residue in the mouth, and everything will instantly turn into a sweet and greasy soft liquid after touching the liquid, and then be swallowed into the stomach.

Lambas, elves, the Dark Lord (Sauron is the second), all of them are in front of him, and Charles has to think of certain memories of the past.

In fact, at this time, he was already vaguely aware of the world he was in, but Charles was not completely sure, because it seemed to be very different from the world in his memory.

Or rather, it doesn't seem to be in the same era.

It didn't seem to make much of a difference to him between knowing and not knowing.

"If this is really the world, what about the Misty Mountains? Where are the Misty Mountains? ”

Wu thought to himself, thinking of the information he had asked for when he had spoken to Finrod in the past.

There is no place called the Misty Mountains on the land beneath your feet, and Finrod, who remembers that he has spread throughout Beleriander, is very sure of this.

Unfortunately, what Charles didn't know was that the Misty Mountains were later called, and the current name of the mountain range was Hiss Egreel.

The name means mist-shrouded mountain in the Old Elven language, and it was a fortification created by Mirkor in ancient times to hold back a certain Vera.

But even if he knew the name, Finrod couldn't have known where it was.

Except for some Nando or wild elves who resided outside of Bererian's range, only the elven elders who participated in the migration in the first place may have an impression of this.

Because before crossing the Blue Mountains, the biggest obstacle they faced was actually Hiss Egliel.

It's just that those ancient beings are basically all left in Amen Continent.

……

Shrouded in a bright starry sky, Charles, who was sitting in the shadow of the rocks and thinking about the few memories in his mind, had already eaten a biscuit, and was subconsciously reaching out to pick up the second, but suddenly his mind moved, and then quickly picked up the short bow that he kept in his hand.

"Who!?"

No one responded, and there was no figure on the hillside in front of him or around the field outside the hillside in the night, but Charles didn't think he was feeling wrong.

He was already wary of the few vultures that appeared during the day, but when he noticed something wrong, he stood up and directly put a black iron arrow in front of him, ready to shoot a fatal blow at any time.

And when that feeling resurfaced in his heart, he faintly guessed the direction of the other party, so he moved his footsteps and the arrow came out of his hand!

The sound of breaking through the air was cold, and the sharp black arrow flashed away in the moonlight, and shot into the surface of a certain stone on the hillside with a snort!

At the same time, a furious-like sound suddenly appeared in the silent night.

"Meow ——!"