In appearance, Caleb Dir was no different from what he used to be, with long brown hair scattered behind his head, long hunting trousers for easy movement, and a thin silver-gray shirt, and a handsome appearance, looking about thirty.

In reality, however, Cele Bodir is almost two thousand years old.

He has a high reputation among the Green Elves, but he does not rule over any Elves.

In fact, since the first battle between the elves of Middle-earth and Morgoth of the North more than 380 years ago, the king of the Nando, Denethor, died in the war against the orcs.

As a result, the power of the Green Elves dispersed, and they were scattered throughout the Land of Seven Rivers, and they were not unified again.

Celebdier's wife died in the war, leaving him alone to raise a young son born "in his old age". Today, he lives with his son, daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren.

Although he usually speaks little, he is not too gloomy, but he has a sense of calm and calm.

At the same time, he used to be the right-hand man of the king of the Nando tribe, Denethor, but now although the monarch is not in the group, the hidden status is also very high, so many green elves around him will obey his words.

It's just that the personality is very strange.,Like the dark elf Eor.,I don't live in a good village.,But live with a family in the depths of the deserted forest.。

The elves are very resilient, so he can't see any traces of the sequelae of the near-death injury ten years ago, but his pace is steady, and he looks vigorous.

"Long time no see, Charles!"

As soon as he entered the treehouse, he gave Charles a warm hug, so that he could crush the brand-new pipe in his hand.

"It's been a long time." Charles replied, placing his pipe on the nearest table.

Because of his fame, Charles gradually lived around a group of potion apprentices who came to study and follow him, and they didn't talk about people every day, but they were pretty much the same.

So much so that I ignored it before, but now that I think about it, it seems that I haven't seen each other for more than half a year.

This surprised Charles. Because the other party has a quiet temperament, he doesn't look like a person who loves to go out.

Celebdir was equally surprised, but he was because of what Charles had placed on the table.

Pipes had never been seen in Middle-earth, so much so that even if there was something important, Cele Boudir couldn't help but take a few more looks.

He especially paid attention to the abnormal ruddy color in the brown and black on this thing, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

However, compared to some of the younger elves, his curiosity was not so serious.

After just a few glances, he didn't pay much attention to it, but sat down on the wooden sofa in the living room of the treehouse (made by Charles) at the invitation of Charles, and began to reminisce with the owner of the room.

For example, the weather is really good today, what to eat tonight, whether you go out hunting, go out hunting and harvest, etc.

Although it is not visible from the outside, the elderly are always calmer than the young, and even calm and anxious.

But after so many years of getting along, Charles is basically used to the current situation. Hearing the response, the other half of his mind had already habitually flown out of the clouds.

Until the other party blurted out a sentence -

"You know, Charles, you've lived here for ten years, and I've watched you for ten years."

was thinking about the incompatibility of putting Aceras grass in the recipe of the anthelmintic medicine, and Charles was a little stunned when he heard this, and then asked suspiciously.

"Why?"

Klebdir didn't answer directly, but got up from the sofa, walked to the bright window with a narrow willow pattern carved nearby, and said in a heavy tone: "How much do you know about the history of the Nando? ”

"Probably a lot of details aren't clear." Charles didn't know why he was asking the question, but it was nothing to hide.

"Then you should know that three thousand five hundred years ago, we were not much different from the Noldor or even the Sinda in the West." Kellebudier's tone was complicated.

Charles certainly knows that.

At first, there was no so-called category distinction between elves, but later because of the different choices of the Great Migration, there was a difference between dark elves and light elves, Eldar and Areva, and so on.

He even knew that the green elves in the forest at this moment had followed Elwi at the earliest, the king of the current Grey Elven Kingdom of Doriath, Eru Singar.

It's just that because of the constant trekking through mountains and rivers, the elves are either separated or out of fear of the unknown and voluntarily leave the army and abandon the westward migration.

The Nando Elves were part of the abandonment of their westward migration, and they did not actually reach Beleriande in the first place, but stopped in front of the Misty Mountains on the other side.

It was only later that Denethor, the son of the leader of the Nando tribe, split off from his father and continued the unfinished migration with some of the Nando elves, and then appeared here more than a thousand years ago.

Gradually, it became the current green elf.

Hundreds of years ago, the king who led his people westward also fell in a war.

This is probably the history of the Nando Elves, or the Green Elves.

"Our fate was the same, but we chose the wrong path at the wrong time, so that our weapons and equipment lagged behind the other elven races. In that war 383 years ago, we were beaten back by orcs before we even walked out of the territory of the Seven Rivers, and King Denethor was killed in the battle. ”

Cele Bodil said, sighing, "But if our weapons were equipped with the same weapons as the other elves, how could we be so humiliated? ”

So what the hell are you trying to do with all this?

Charles muttered to himself, because he had just made a special pipe, so he was actually more focused on it.

Unfortunately, Kleebdir did not directly state his purpose, but began to talk to Charles about the details of the war.

The death of King Denethor was a complete accident, his path should have been more than that, the Green Elves' army was unreasonable but uncontrolled, how cruel the orcs were, etc.

He even complained that many of them had used ancient arrowheads made of stone or bone, a weapon that could break through the orcs' defenses.

It wasn't until the end that he turned his head to look at Charles.

"The dwarves of the Blue Mountains are very interested in your potions, especially the fiery wine, which is especially sought after among the dwarves, but you know that they are very good at building fortresses and forging swords with iron, and making potions? Hehe. ”

"So you're going to trade this wine for equipment with the dwarves?"

Charles thought he had understood what Celebdir meant, so he waved his hand indifferently: "Then do it, didn't I teach you the recipe a long time ago." ”

There was nothing he craved in the Green Elf community, and Charles didn't think it would be a good idea to leave the knowledge he had worked so hard to research and eat in the dust.

In addition, he actually still has the desire to publish the pharmacy, and then everyone will study it together to develop and grow, and eventually feed himself.

So when it comes to potions, the Charr never keeps them private—it doesn't work much anyway.

His indifferent attitude looked at Calebdil both helplessly and relieved, helplessly, the person in front of him didn't seem to know how valuable his potions were, and he was relieved that he didn't see the wrong person at all.

In just ten years (a short time compared to the elves), his family, and many of the Green Elf villages in the Land of the Seven Rivers, have been able to live a better life thanks to Charr's potions.

It is also because of him that the Nando tribe, which was originally like a pool of stagnant water, began to regain a lot of its former vitality, and the figure of the green elves continued to be active throughout the land of the Seven Rivers.

Instead of living in a limited forest and ignoring foreign affairs, as was the case before.

The Charr may not have any idea about this, but it is a very tempting hope for Celebdil, who has experienced the great migration and brutal wars of the past, and seen the green elves of the past united but completely helpless against the savage orcs!

Not only him, but many unwilling Nando "old men" have all set their eyes on Charles, even if they don't know it.

It was for this reason that Calebdil had traveled, and it was not until he had reached agreement with many elves that he hurried back and found the door.

Then, after a long period of nostalgia, he finally uttered something that had been well thought out for a long time.

"You have proven your wisdom and benevolence in new and open pharmacy, and the battle you fought ten years ago, and your performance among the human race, has proved your great bravery and command."

Charles was peeking at the pipe out of the corner of his eye, and just wanted to ask him how he knew he was related to the Terrans, when he heard something that seemed very abrupt and confusing to him.

"Therefore, after unanimous discussion, the 103 Nando tribes in the Land of Seven Rivers wish to be loyal to you forever and worship you as the monarch of all the Nando people!"

At the end of this sentence, the treehouse fell into an eerie silence.