"Where did you come from?"

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In the mist-filled swamp, a narrow boat with two elves and a horse slowly swam westward. Vertex Says X 23 U OM

The sound of oars churning the water rattled, and the elven sailor, with long dark hair, turned his back to Charles and asked.

Charles didn't say who he was, but the white horse, who was also on the boat, was a pass.

The sailors didn't know him, but they were able to recognize the horse, and although the horse's snow-white appearance seemed to be unremarkable, it was actually "familiar" with the elves of Nagothrond.

"From the East, from Ered Luin." Charles replied.

The official name of the Land of the Seven Rivers is Ereidluin.

Although he noticed that the person in front of him had become very strange, he did not act rashly about this sudden mysterious event, but was secretly vigilant, and his heart was already prepared for something.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he felt that his surroundings seemed to have become very special, he would have just turned back directly.

So the conversation continued.

"Ered Luin? I've heard it's beautiful, really? ”

"Beautiful, indeed, forests, greenery, flowers, streams, ......"

"I heard that there are still treemen wandering there, is that right, my lord?"

"Yes, but they're hard to find."

"I really want to visit Ered Luin, but unfortunately I haven't had the time."

"Why don't you have time? Because of work? ”

"Yes, my job is hard."

"So why don't you leave this job? Then do what you want. ”

"My lord laughed, I'm just a very ordinary citizen of Nagoth Lund, just like the leaves, and the leaves can't grow on their own from the branches, that will only make it wither."

“……”

The elven voices are generally pleasant, rarely low or rough, so much so that the conversation between the two elves is like a beautiful exchange of songs.

It just seems to be harmonious, but in fact these two have different thoughts.

The elven sailor in front of him spoke in a lively tone, but he kept his back to him, and there was no way to find out how he was at this time.

Regardless of the specific situation in the other party's heart, Charles was full of vigilance anyway.

It's just that as the conversation deepened, he gradually tried to find out that the mysterious guy in front of him didn't seem to be hostile......

Like some of the elves he had encountered, he was curious about the Land of the Seven Rivers and its newborn realm, and the sailor asked more questions about the strange scenery of Beleriand than about other travelers.

It seems that he is full of yearning for these.

Because it didn't involve much of Charles's own problems, he temporarily suppressed that vigilance, feeling that this person might not be coming for him.

So anyway, it's good to be able to send yourself to the other side, regardless of whether he's a normal elf or not?

Unfortunately, Charles' fluke mentality was not right, and it was destined to be an unexpected journey.

The fog on the water around them was always strong, and the boat slid slowly along the hidden route in the swamp towards the opposite shore.

Time passed, and the surrounding water and weeds and reeds passed one after another, but just when Charles thought that there might not be an accident, an accident suddenly appeared.

During the drive, a large white mist that should have been floating normally on the left side of the body suddenly rippled violently!

Then, a gust of wind rushed in, so much so that the boat, which should have been moving gently, suddenly began to creak!

The incident happened suddenly, the wind whined continuously, and the boat under him swayed violently, which was very unstable.

The grey cloak hunted, his long hair was blown by the wind, and Charles barely had time to hold on to the edge of the ship to secure himself when he heard the panicked neighing of the horses on the other side.

He turned his head and saw that the horse had staggered on all fours and was tilted towards the right side of the boat!

In his hurry, Charles had only time to grab the leash of his horse when he suddenly lost his white horse before him, and at the same time, he heard a loud pop of falling water.

The wind was raging, the fog was churning, and before he could think about it, because the horse had overturned on its side, the boat had already flipped and buckled towards the river!

The body shook and the ship creaked.

There were a few times when Charles could actually use his abilities to try to stop this from happening, but when the center of his mind was spinning, he chose to do nothing.

So, just like the elven sailor, the young elf looked a little panicked, and his body was tilted down because of the rollover, and he even "accidentally" hung the reins in his hand that were tight because the horse had fallen into the water, and hung on the quiver behind the back of the sailor next to him!

It was as if he had subconsciously let go, and as a result, the semi-circular reins hung up so abruptly, and the next moment, because of the huge weight of the horse, the tightened reins suddenly pulled the unprepared elven sailor off the edge of the boat.

Poof!

The upside-down boat covered most of the splash caused by the sudden fall into the water, but some of it still splashed away under the cover of the thick fog, and at the same time, another sound of falling water was heard from not far away.

The surrounding area is full of calm water, and the charr is not immune to the danger of falling into the water when he jumps.

Fortunately, he didn't carry too many heavy objects on his body, and even his armor was so light that he didn't get into trouble because of this sudden incident, but he was still unscathed, except for his messy hair and wet all over his body

As far as the eye could see, the boat that had turned over on the surface of the river did not sink into the water, but buckled upside down on the surface of the water to reveal a long and narrow bottom tip.

It seemed to sink for a while, and Charles, who was floating not far away, came to this conclusion and focused all his attention on the water.

The gale stopped, and the thick fog that was raging around it slowed down.

The elves have good eyesight, but because of the successive falls into the water, the nearby water surface is a little cloudy, so that there is not much detail under the surface of the water except for a few shadows.

"Olovent, are you okay?" He shouted.

It's nonsense, but it responds.

After the sound sounded, a wet hand suddenly burst out of the water not far away! The shaking and clutching appearance is extremely struggling, and it is no different from the normal situation of falling into the water.

Charles squinted his eyes when he saw this, and then did not dismantle the other party's "disguise", and also did not take the opportunity to "fall into the water".

Instead, he swam over with eagerness, but in the face of the sinking hand, he did not hold it immediately, but swam directly past.

After swimming a short distance to get the wreck back on track, Charles reached out to the hand that had been left two meters away, which was already exposed to the air by his fingertips.

Facing the wood pulp that reached over and tapped the knuckles eagerly, the hand under the water couldn't help but stiffen.