Time flies, and five years pass in a flash.

For human beings, five years may be one-tenth or one-tenth of a life.

However, for elves, it is only an inconspicuous glimmer of light in a long life.

In five years, two sturdy stone bridges were erected on the horizontal plane on the north and south sides of Green Island.

The makeshift camp on the banks of the Abdulante River has also been turned into a place of handover, with some elves relocating to the Green Isle to help build the city-state, while others still reside there to communicate with outsiders.

In five years, the Nanduo ethnic group, which originally numbered no more than 10,000, has now been "registered" with more than 15,000.

Excluding the more than 1,000 foreign joiners, the remaining nearly 4,000 are all Nanduo.

These Nando were not summoned at first, but as the vicinity of Green Island became more and more prosperous, they couldn't help but move over, and then they were inevitably managed.

Thanks to that war, the king of the Charr can be regarded as having initial prestige, and it has also given the salted fish elves a real centripetal force.

Otherwise, according to his initial situation, no matter how famous he is, it will be difficult to successfully erect the majesty of the "boss" in front of the public.

Therefore, the Nando Kingdom, which was only a little better than a plate of loose sand five years ago, is now basically on the right track.

Military, financial, diplomatic, internal affairs, security......

The construction of various systems has been initially completed, and the rest will always be improved as long as they continue to develop.

At the same time, trade with the dwarves and even the other two elven races went well. The Nando Gathering Area, which was originally like a wilderness mountain village, is now becoming more and more like a small town.

The name of the Kingdom of Nando is also often mentioned by foreign elves.

However, the other elves preferred to call the new kingdom Linton, which means the land of singing, song, or music, compared to Nando, because the people of the forest generally loved to sing.

Therefore, it can also be seen that although the capital city of Nando has not yet been officially built, in fact, the kingdom of Nando has been accepted by all races after several years of fermentation.

The great enemy of the north lurks in the depths of the metro mountain range in the far north, eyeing the whole of Middle-earth, and in this case, no one will oppose the rise of a new kingdom, because it means that the entire elven race is stronger again.

Everything is fine on the official side, but on the private side it is a little bumpy.

Charr's potion manufacturing was still at a bottleneck, and although he was able to use the already huge pharmacological knowledge in his mind to concoct some new potions from time to time, he still couldn't improve the "level" aspect.

Compared with the public ones, what he later concocted was only more effective, and did not form a qualitative change.

So his mind was on the secret text for the time being.

In the first three years, Charles's "exhaustive" behavior of the secret text was quite smooth, in addition to the initial tenacity and sharpness, he also found solidity, sharpness, lightness, and heaviness one after another.

However, in the next two years, no matter how he experimented, there was basically no progress.

These are already all that ordinary metal weapons and equipment can withstand.

Charles finally came to a conclusion.

The reason for this conclusion was that he later produced Garvaughne, the special metal that his cheap father had entrusted to the Dwarven King.

Then he used this black and bright jade-like metal complex to attach a new sequence—contraction.

It's just that because the metal of Garvaughn is difficult to make, and there are too few experimental materials, Charles has nothing else to gain otherwise.

There are seven in total, and compared to the huge secret text system, these sequences cannot be said to be a drop in the ocean, but can also be called one in ten thousand.

If it really stops there, Charles will be frustrated.

However, he was very open to this, because compared to all the objects that existed in the world, the type of weapons and equipment was only one of the more prominent types of equipment.

Tables, chairs, clothing, houses, sculptures, jewelry, utensils......

Despite not trying, Charles believes that the Secret Text can be used for anything as well, but he hasn't found the right way yet.

In fact, the Shire already have a new direction of study.

He thinks that this direction should be more tolerant of secret texts than in armaments—that is, gems and crystals.

Whether it is his memories of the past or the situation of this world, jewelry crystals are two types of objects that carry mysterious powers very prominently.

The Noldor are very good at polishing their jewels to impart magical powers, for example, among their people, there is a special magic lamp that is not afraid of wind and rain and can emit light at all times.

There is also a unique crystal that allows one to see the past and distant places while sitting in the comfort of one's home, which is very useful for detecting enemies.

In addition to these, there are magic gems that can leave images, and strange diamonds that can make elves clearer.

There is also the elven treasure diamond that is chased by all the elves, and is vaguely heard but does not know what the specific effect is......

Everything is running in an orderly manner among the Nando, and there is no need for Chardo to pay attention to it.

Therefore, after the study of his secret texts and even potions came to a complete standstill, he decided to leave the Land of the Seven Rivers and prepare to go to Nagoth Lund to find his cheap uncle.

Then, in addition to solving "family problems", visit the jewelers of Noldor to learn the art of polishing jewelry.

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"Your Majesty, please take care, you carry the future of the entire Nando tribe on your shoulders."

The moon was bright and the stars were scarce, and at the edge of the forest next to the riverbank, Calebdir was dressed in a dark green robe, and his tone was serious.

The king was ready to leave the realm to face something that had to be resolved, and Calebdir had no objection to this.

However, going out without taking any of the guards with him was a very risky thing for him to do.

It's a pity that this iron-hearted man wants to go on his own road, and he will not listen to any persuasion.

"Don't worry, the Noldor encirclement line hasn't been broken yet, and what danger can Bererianand be in now."

Charles waved his hand in reply, and then flipped onto a tall horse as white as snow.

The White Deer King is too tall to ride in battle, but it's too conspicuous to go far away, and it's not a good choice, so a horse given to him by the blonde elf Finrod became a substitute-

This horse is not simple, it is a descendant of the horses from Amen with Noldor.

"I've said everything that needs to be said, so take care." Buttoning up his gray cloak and hat, Charles whispered a command on horseback, and then glanced at a guy not far away who was kneeling on one knee without saying a word.

"After I'm gone, pull him up for me, but don't let him kneel there all the time."

"Konui is stubborn, and I'm not sure." Kelebdir replied helplessly.

Konui is the captain of the Charr's bodyguard, but because of the "abandonment", he is now a little stubborn.

"I don't care, it's an order, you have to do it."

Charles raised an eyebrow, and then without waiting for a response, he patted his horse on the neck, and in the moonlight, he officially rode his horse down the river to the west.