"Thank you, sir, for saving me, otherwise I might have drowned in the water of Erinweio."

……

A sincere voice of thanks rang out by the river on the west bank of Shimmer Pond.

After crossing the swamp shrouded in thick fog, the sky is clear, and the sun shines on the grass beneath you, full of life.

Facing the grateful brown-haired elf in front of him, Charles waved his hand.

"You're welcome, if it weren't for carrying me, you wouldn't have encountered such a thing, and if it weren't for you, poor Anor probably wouldn't have survived. Olophant, I admire your water nature and strength, and if I am lucky enough to meet His Majesty Finrod of Nagoslund, I will definitely recommend you to him. ”

As he spoke, he patted the poor white horse beside him who was constantly snorting, looking very frightened.

In the face of this overboard crisis, it "magically" survived.

The elf named Olovent jumped when he heard this, and then hurriedly said: "Thank you, sir, but forget it, I am used to working around here, in fact, there is a girl I have admired for a long time, and I am afraid that I will never see her again after I leave here." ”

"That's a shame." Charles sighed, then raised his hand and patted the other party on the shoulder: "Okay Olophant, it seems that His Majesty Finrod is destined to lose a good sailor." I wish you a beautiful return as soon as possible. ”

"Thank you for your blessings, my lordship, and may the stars in the sky always cover you......"

Thankfully, watching the back of the other party leading the horse away became weaker and weaker, and for a while, the original expression on the face of the elf sailor named Olophent slowly converged, and after looking up at the sky, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not at all the same thing as I planned......

"Why don't you identify yourself?"

A deep voice came from behind him. However, there was no one there except the river.

"Lykundi is different from Noldor, if Yavanna is here to try...... Uomu, your set won't work on him at all. ”

"You?"

"Okay, okay, I've lost my face today, but I'm not qualified to talk about you."

Shaking his head with a chuckle, the slender figure of Olovent standing on the shore suddenly dissipated with the wind along with the boat and the pulp in the river, leaving only a laugh and a curse in place.

"That cunning little ghost, at that time I kindly warned him that there was danger behind him, and he actually teased me in turn!"

……

Across the mist-shrouded swamps is a vast plain called Tarasdilnon.

The plains are hilly and lush with vegetation. Here, Charles met a number of Nago Lund guards hidden in the hidden sentry.

They did not allow anyone to cross the area except for certain personnel, as the king of Nagoth Lund behind the plains remained hidden from the knowledge of the great enemies of the north.

The pass of the white horse Annoel was not drowned, and it was still able to come in handy at this time, so under the leadership of a guard leader, Charles made a smooth journey to the west.

Gradually, the long wall of Andram, which stretches westward on the left side of the plain, becomes more complex and towering, becoming indistinguishable from a real mountain range, with dense woods and steep mountains.

Under the guidance of the elven guards, the direction he was heading in gradually deviated from his original route, slightly moving closer to the north.

"Nagoth Lund can't pass normally, so he has to take the waterway." The captain of the guard, who led the way, explained: "But the Naloge River is so strong that it can only be launched from certain points, so now it can only be detoured. ”

Charles nodded in understanding.

The road became a little longer as a result, and after more than an hour, the two of them appeared on the bank of a river north of the wall, where the flow was relatively gentle because of the merging of another river.

So Charles boarded the Elven Sailor's ship once more, heading for the southern destination.

However, compared to the last time, this time he did not encounter any "supernatural events", except for the river was too rough and the boats were a little bumpy, everything went smoothly.

In about half an hour, they finally arrived at the gate of Nagothrond.

It's a canyon.

The towering mountains flanked by dense forests obscured the rays of the sun that hung high in the west, so that the mighty Narog River was completely in shadow.

The river divides the canyon in two, and turns at the end of the line of sight, submerging into an unknown valley.

They ascended the shore from the right side of the canyon, and after walking through a seemingly messy but delicate rocky staircase, the gate of Nago Lund came into view.

It was a long, arched steel gate embedded deep in the hard mountain, obscured by vines.

Because the signal had already been given, the gate was now open, exposing everything inside.

As soon as Charles appeared, he saw a group of neatly dressed elves standing at the door.

The one at the head, Finrod, whose hair was officially full of blonde hair and tied with a silver crown. After exchanging salutes with Charles, I couldn't help but smile when I saw that he had a dusty face and a slight damp water stain on his body.

"Isn't it because the water in Narog is so fast that he fell into the water?"

"It fell into the water, but not the river." Charles replied, but he didn't have time to say more before he was introduced by Finro to the elven nobles of Nagothrond.

There are not too many nobles in this group, there are only about twenty in total, and there may be many who have not had time to come.

Their attitude towards Charles is also very polite. Of course, there are also those who are full of curiosity, but because of the occasion, there is no one who is not interested in entangled anything.

A feast was held in the mountain hall of Nagoslund, where the waiters were busy and the long stone tables were filled with exquisite dishes.

However, compared to the human table, the elves are elegant and quiet.

The name Nago Lund means the great underground fortress next to the Narog River, which originally referred to the underground city formed by the excavation of the mountain, but for some reason, this country was also called by this name.

Being in the middle of a mountain is inevitable, but Charles doesn't feel too cold.

Despite being cast entirely in stone, the city-state is not rough, with long corridors, halls, stone staircases, parapets, tables and chairs, candlesticks, sculptures, frescoes, ...... Under the dexterous craftsmanship of the elves, everything in sight appears beautiful and delicate.

The hall has three floors of straight stone pillars, and stairs wrap around them, leading to a long bridge overhead to reach the upper two floors.

On the surface of the stone pillar, there are some pictures of the elves' past wars and lives. Numerous crystals dot the dome and the bottom of the bridge, reflecting the bright candlelight throughout the hall.

After a lively welcome feast, Charles went to Finrod's windowless, but unusually neat and crisp study, and told him what had happened to him in the shimmering pond.

Apparently Finrod knew something about this, and his face became a little stunned when he heard him slowly tell everything out.

"More than 300 years ago, the territory that I ruled with Turgun was not at this time. It wasn't until we met in that swamp that we met the Lord of the Waters, U'omu, that we were instructed to find a suitable place to build a hidden kingdom. ”

"So?"

"So what you meet is most likely some powerful person in the West." As he spoke, he turned and bowed to the west, then looked at Charles with a strange gaze.