Clouds gathered, and strong winds abruptly rose.

Then a sudden rainstorm poured down, pouring the two elves who had nowhere to hide from the rain in the isolated plain directly into soup chickens.

In the sky, the dazzling sun that had bloomed not long ago was gone, and lightning rumbled in the black clouds overhead.

The horses neighed, the elves were not handsome, and the flood rain was rattling in their ears, and they looked at each other, really helpless at the sudden change of weather.

However, it didn't take long for Charles' magical talent to save the two elves from continuing to rain badly.

I saw him pointing to the ground on the back of his horse, and a large area of grass that had been bent by the impact of the torrential rain began to grow wildly, half a man high, one person high, and more than two meters high......

Stretching their waists in the air, and then their bodies were tightly entangled and pulled against each other, resisting the continuous impact of the torrential rain under the dark sky, a sturdy-looking green grass shed gradually twisted over the crazy grass, completely blocking the two horses and the two riders on horseback.

The sudden appearance of a small shack of green grass in the middle of the vast flat field, right under his nose, made the blonde elf's gaze at Charles in astonishment.

Although he had heard of and seen the charr's magical prestige, he only thought that he had a good grasp of magic spells, and that he was naturally superior to the other elves.

But what's going on now?

A spell invented on its own?

It's not like ah, no matter how amazing the talent is, it takes time to brew to launch an elven spell, but just now he didn't see the other party have any appearance of launching a spell!

"Don't look at me like that, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to use it." Charles told the truth, but the other party didn't understand it at all.

However, after seeing Charles turn his head, Finrod did not get to the bottom of it, but took a deep look at Charles, and then turned his head to look at the vast field outside the shed that was hazy due to the heavy rain.

"It depends on the situation, this rain can't stop at all in a short time."

The horses below had subsided, but Finrod's tone was worried, "But if it rains for too long, we won't be able to pass through the crossing of the Tegelin, and the flooding from the torrential rain may paralyze it for a long time." ”

"Is there any other way to go?" Charles asked.

"We can go west, and try to cross the Teeglin River from a narrow corner between the Brehill Forest and the Nildoris Forest, where another ferry built by Doriath's clan is relatively gentle, and easier to pass through than the one we used to take."

"But shouldn't there be a beautiful ring belt to protect it? Do you have a way to cross Doriath's Ring of Enchantment? ”

The Brehill Forest, the Nil Doris Forest, and the Rigian Forest are located in the middle of Beleriand, and are located in close proximity to each other, making up most of the territory of the Kingdom of Doriath.

"The Brehill Forest is not protected by the Ring, so we can be there without hindrance."

Finrod apparently knew Dorias better than Charles and explained his problem. So Charles nodded, and said no more.

He thought it was a good route, but Finrod was hesitant.

"We'd better pray that the rain will stop as soon as possible, for I'm a little resistant to changing course in the middle of the way, and maybe the danger that Galadriel said will be on top of that."

Dangerous?

What danger could there be when it was so close to Doriath?

The thought crossed Charles' mind.

But he didn't have any problem with that. After all, if you want to talk about being familiar with this continent, the person next to him is many times more familiar than him.

Looking up overhead, the grass hut that had been improvised by "trick" would look unbreakable for a while, so after deliberation, they decided to wait here for the rainstorm to stop, and then it depended on the situation.

It's just that to their helplessness, the rain fell for three days and three nights before it stopped.

The air after the rainstorm did not feel very fresh, but it was damp and shady, and there was a lot of earthy smell in the grass beneath you, which smelled particularly bad.

The ground beneath their feet was already a pool of mud, and the two elves, dressed in dried clothes, walked out of the somewhat crushed grass shed.

Looking up at the still cloudy sky, and looking north a few more times, Finrod couldn't help but say to Charles, "It seems that we have to change our path." ”

"Do you want to wait?" Charles proposed.

"All we have to wait for is a bigger rainstorm." Finrod shook his head.

So they took advantage of the rain to stop and started to hit the road again.

Although the prophecy made the two of them cautious, they did not completely avoid it.

What shouldn't come won't come, but what should come will come, even if it's hiding.

In the face of such mysterious things, no one knows what kind of encounter will be encountered, and where the danger will come from.

……

Two horses, one red and one white, galloped through the wilderness, occasionally changing routes depending on the lakes and quagmire woodlands on the way.

Gradually, the forest was visible, and Doriath's misty spell belt slowly came into view.

However, as they pass by a towering bald mountain called Amenruz, signs of danger creep in.

……

At the top of the bald mountain, at the edge of a hidden cave sat four ugly dwarves in poor clothes, who were looking at the green plains below after the rain as if they were on the high ground, when they suddenly saw the figure of the elves.

The two elves didn't care about the gray mountain because they were in a hurry, but the dwarfs on the peak, who were even shorter than ordinary dwarves, focused their eyes on the very obvious blond figure.

"Ferragond?"

"Is it Ferragond?"

"Slap me, am I blind?"

"You're not blind, it's him, the damn nest raider!"

"He's an elf king, how could he be alone?"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see that there was an attendant next to him? ”

"Shall we attack them?"

"We can't beat the ...... Ferragond"

"Forget it?"

"Forget it......"

"Forget it?"

"But I'm angry!"

"I'm angry too."

"And me!"

"You see, the direction they are going seems to be Brishel!"

"Brehill...... Brehill!? ”

"What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about the Father of Dragons!"

"That's right, that's it! Father of the Dragon, look at how majestic this name is, I think it would be all it takes to open its mouth to make Ferragond crawl into its belly! ”

"But how can there be a dragon in Brehil......"

"Yes, how can there be any evil dragon? Are you blind? That's a big spider! ”