Beregost, Nogrod, Nago Lund, Minni Gos, ......

Along the way, the dwarven and elven city-states have seen a lot, but Charles believes that those defensive levels and concealment are not at all a level compared to the hidden kingdom in front of them.

The guards led the way with blue lights, and after walking some way through the dark, grunt-like cavern with no light, a wooden hanging door opened in front of them, allowing the glimmer of light to radiate in.

It also allowed them to cross one of the five gates of Gondolin today.

The exit of the cave was instead the entrance to a deep rift, and when you looked up, the narrow and steep mountains on both sides were extremely high, and only a faint gap could be seen in the originally vast sky.

The surrounding light was slightly stronger than in the cavern, but it could only be described as faint, and the gravel road ahead was submerged in darkness, rising gracefully and steeply, leading to unknown depths.

The Great Rift Valley at its foot is called Orfah Eyhor, and according to Finrod, it is likely that it was the result of a great battle between Vera and Morgoth in ancient times, when one of Vera tore apart the mountains that surrounded it.

Many of the gates to Gondolin were built in this rift.

As the cold wind whistled like a cave in ice, an elf named Eren Machir led them on their way to the bottom of the deep, abyss-like valley.

Other than that, the other elves were still on duty in the cavern behind the dark first gate.

The second gate that crosses the wooden door is the Stone Gate, a large stone arch with a bright white lantern on it.

Behind the door is a clean and shady courtyard.

A group of gray-robed guards guarded the courtyard, and saluted solemnly after learning the identities of the two.

Behind the stone gates are bronze gates with smooth surfaces, twisted iron gates with dark carved eagles, silver gates made of silver-white marble, and doors that are under construction and look a little messy and have not yet been named.

The Great Rift Valley is divided into sections by gates, each of which is guarded in the courtyard.

Axe-wielding guards with fiery armor, eagle-faced guards in black cloaks, white-clad archers, sword-wielding guards in silver armor and white crowns, and spearmen with golden helmets and vertical feathers.

The dim light was clear and clear as he stepped through the steep and difficult Iron Gate, and as he walked, the numerous guards watched solemnly, and the majestic and heavy defense amazed the Charles.

The melodious sound of the horn sounded as the two men arrived, and under the watchful eyes of many guards, a guard commander named Exerian said respectfully: "I have informed the king of Turgon, and ask the two Majesties to continue with me. ”

Then, after the replacement of Ellen Marchir, who had led the way, led them across the construction area, everything suddenly became clear.

There is still a mountainside platform at the foot, but when you look forward, you can see a vast and vast flat field.

The fields are surrounded by golden wheat fields and flowers of all colors, and are bordered by towering mountains with snow at the top.

The sun was shining obliquely from the top of the mountain behind me, and the earth was clear as far as the eye could see, shrouded in the shadow of the mountain peak.

Warm breeze pavement, a white city standing on the top of a low hill quietly comes into view, under the bright sun, it is like a delicate and magnificent white pearl in the flower field.

The elves had strong eyesight, so Charles could see that the city had opened its gates at the sound of a trumpet, and a straight, white staircase connected the gate to the ground below, like a rich carpet in front of the palace gates.

However, before Charle could take a few more looks, a hurried shout brought him to a halt on the spot.

……

Before the horn sounded, a council was going on in the king's palace deep in the Gondolin forest.

Dressed in white robes and wearing a garnet crown, Turgong consults with the nobles of Gondolin about the construction of the sixth gate and preparations for the coming winter.

Turgon's daughter, Igir, stayed with her father and listened quietly to their discussions.

But after a while, the meeting was interrupted by a sudden arrival of a large eagle.

The big eagle that landed in the square outside the palace was mighty and heroic, and after it landed, it chirped a few times towards the palace, and it sounded like joy.

As a descendant of the Maiya clan, the eagle called Gwyhill was usually steady and haughty, and rarely showed emotion.

Igor wondered about this, but immediately her father, Turgon, turned to look at her, "Where is your aunt at this time?" ”

"It should still be near the exit of the Tum Valley." Izher replied.

Ever since she learned that her long-lost son was about to come to Gondolin, her aunt had seldom been in the city, either wandering back and forth in and out of the gates or walking around the end of the plain outside the city.

It looked like an old mother who was looking forward to the return of her wandering son, but she was even more anxious.

King Turgong tried to persuade her several times, but to no avail, and finally she let it go.

But now that he asked......

Sensing a hint of a smile on his father's lips, Idel vaguely guessed something.

Sure enough, not long after, a loud horn suddenly came from afar, startling countless elven residents in the city to turn their heads and watch.

It also made many nobles in the palace look at each other.

Gondolin was stealthy and vigilant, and all but a few elves were not allowed to enter or leave.

Therefore, this kind of horn that transmits the signal to open the door is rarely sounded, and it has not even sounded ten fingers since it was built.

In addition, King Turgong suddenly mentioned the location of the White Princess before......

After many nobles in the palace looked at each other, they ended their respective topics with great interest, and then stood quietly on both sides of the palace and began to wait.

Igor wondered why the father beside him had not gone out to greet him, but was still sitting on the throne.

For, under normal circumstances, his visiting nephew was of equal status to him and deserved to be treated with courtesy.

She couldn't help but mention it, and Turgun replied, "I have invited Kanir, the son of Eor, not King Garnir of the kingdom of Linton. As an uncle, I had no reason to take the initiative to greet him. ”

As he spoke, his face flashed with a hint of solemnity.

Igher thought he had mistaken it, but if he looked closely, he could see a hint of nervousness in Turgon's hand gripping the armrest of the throne. This couldn't help but make her stunned, and then sighed in her heart.

Although the elves are equal to men and women, they still have rules in some aspects.

For example, no woman has ever been king, and for example, male descendants of the family are generally more valued.

Although Turgong did not reveal anything about this, it is clear from the current appearance that he regarded his nephew, whom he had never met, as a son.

It's just that Nakanir can achieve the throne of king at a young age, and must be very arrogant, maybe he can endure the discipline and scrutiny of a strange uncle?

As a clever elf, Isil secretly feared that his father's attitude might be self-defeating, and that it would provoke rejection and disgust.

But at this moment, she didn't have much to say, so she could only wait here quietly like other elves.

The waiting time is actually a little longer, but as a near-immortal race, many of the nobles in the hall have a vague sense of time.

So much so that if this scene were humans, they would have been impatient for a long time, but they still seemed steady and indifferent.

Until a group of elves stepped in.

A group of guards led the way, and the blond-haired Finrod made it impossible for Turgon, who was sitting on the throne, to stand still any longer, and he rose to greet him, laughing to hide the fact that he had ignored the old friend, who also smiled with joy and seemed to be unimpressed.

However, what caught the attention of Ighur and many other nobles in the palace was the other elf next to Finrod.

Princess Arityr, dressed in a white dress, held the hand of the young elf who looked like a dusty man, and even when she entered the palace, she did not let go, her expression was joyful, and there were still tears on her face, so that the other party seemed to be embarrassed by this.

The cousin was wearing a gray cloak held in place by a brooch in the shape of a green leaf, and his figure seemed a little thin.

It's just that the sharp-eyed Igsil was the first to notice that what he was wearing was a black iron boot full of metallic texture, which ordinary elves couldn't stand under a long journey.

His cloak and hat had been lifted, and the long black hair that had been neatly combed by Princess Arettir had a strange depth, like the dark starry sky under the night, and after a few glances, it made her feel a hazy sense of dizziness.

At the same time, in the face of the observation of many nobles around him, this one also seemed very calm and steady, and he didn't see anything unnatural at all, as if he was used to it.

If this would have convinced Ighur that his long-known cousin was not ordinary, then the piercing gaze of his eyes made Ighur's heart tense when he glanced at him sensitively aware of his observation.

It's dark and bright, and it's full of aggressiveness.

The anxiety in her heart was even worse.