The torrential rain seemed to be endless, and the sky over the forest was pitch black.

Accompanied by the sound of rain pouring over the ground, the roar of thunder is also endless, and occasionally a shining light is suddenly opened up to the earth, as if the gods in the dark clouds are unruly provoking the earth.

The dwarf Mimir trembled and knelt in some dark part of the forest, when a flash of thunder and lightning shone on his cheeks, as if because of the cold, and because of a shadow in front of him.

The heavy trunk of the beech tree with water chestnuts looms in the rainy night light, and an even more ghostly figure clings to it.

"You...... Bald Mountain ...... Ferragond? The hoarse voice was muffled by the sound of the rain lapping, and the kneeling dwarf Mimir could hear it very hazy, but he still nodded his head.

"Feragund, yes, my lord, it's the damn Feragund! Little did you know that he brutally drove away our entire group in order to build that gopher-like nest......"

His words were even more vague in the torrential rain, and at the same time another thunderclap illuminated the front, making his voice unconsciously faint, like a mosquito and a fly, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

Because the sight he saw was cruel.

A large black shadow clinging to a tall tree stood upside down above the dwarf's head, its large, sharp mouthparts devouring a goat wrapped in spider silk.

The heavy rain made the behemoth look a little embarrassed, but it didn't dampen its appetite in the slightest.

However, Mimir never forgot that the goat he chewed in his mouth was his precious mount.

The dwarves were too tall to ride horses, they were even shorter than the dwarves, and it was even more difficult for the expelled dwarfs to find mounts, and the stocky goat was even the only one in his pack.

If it weren't for the fact that several elders all agreed to this operation, he would not have been willing to ride out in the rain.

However, Mimir the dwarf did not dare to protest, but knelt down in front of the tree and complained again.

"O great dragon father, in spite of the hatred of my people towards Ferragond, the servants who have come in the rain to tell you the news, and you have commanded the servants to keep an eye on all the movements of Nagothrond, but I think that a king who has come to your door is more in your heart than any news...... Of course, it would be great if I could avenge the lowly servants by the way......"

These words made the monster lying on the tree and eating food suddenly spit out the goat in its mouthparts, and at the same time opened its teeth and claws at the mouth of the bloody corpse that fell to the ground for a moment, making a whining sound, like an old grandfather bowing his head to the ground and preparing to spit with difficulty.

However, in the end, it still didn't spit out anything, and couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

"Hell, Wu Oumu, I hate the rain, and I don't like to eat goats raw with the rain! Yes, I am the father of the dragons, not the grain collector of Ugoliant, and that hungry mother spider is a nausea to my throat, if it weren't for it...... My dear Mimir, what are you doing here? ”

I didn't hear anything clearly.

The hoarse voice seemed to imply frustration, and although it was absolutely impossible to see the expression clearly in the dark night of heavy rain, Mimir still showed a flattering smile, "O great dragon father, your humble servant has come here to ......"

In order not to repeat it a third time, Mimir used his loudest voice to ensure that the terrifying being who had not been around for a few years could hear clearly, and even after he finished speaking, he was a little worried about whether he was speaking faster.

However, the monster didn't listen to him at all, and when the dwarf looked up and talked, it had already aimed its strange eyes hidden in the shadows at the other's small eyes.

And so, before he knew it, the man with magical powers quickly got hold of all the information that the dwarf Mimir had said and had not said.

The tall blonde elf made it think, but the sight of another figure made the cunning monster furious.

"What about the damn Carnier? Okay, yes, but it's Mirkor's blessing, so I'm running into you again, haha, we'll see! ”

The behemoth in the night of the storm let out a hoarse roar, and then Mimir heard a small sound in the dark forest, just as a lightning bolt struck, and he saw everything in the forest.

Then the kneeling dwarf was even more humble, and his short body trembled.

Although he wondered who this Carnir was, he felt the wrath of the dragon father, and he didn't dare to say a word more, otherwise he would have no place to cry out if he was swallowed up like his precious mount.

But no one paid any attention to him, and the huge monster had already taken the lead and ran angrily towards the south of the forest.

At the same time, there are countless similar "footsteps" and terrifying hissing sounds running past him, and the sound is endless, as if boundless.

……

The campfire in the wooden house flickered, exuding a warm smell and dispelling away the damp chill of the rainstorm outside.

The sound of the nearby Teeglin River and the uproar of the rain creating a unique rhythm that is not noise, but rather lethargic.

"Every time it rains, it makes me feel like I'm in nature, ah, it's a wonderful feeling."

A clear sound came from inside the room, followed by the sound of a harp.

"The Lord of the Waters speaks loudly, urging us to sleep in peace, O my dear Amros, fear not the shadows of the night, for His power blesses all Kundi......"

"Amros, don't be embarrassed in front of two adults, your singing is the worst I've ever heard, and no one but yourself will sing your name into your song." A melodious female voice interrupted the impromptu male voice, causing a burst of laughter from his companions.

Outside the window, the rain was like a shuttle, but inside the wooden house was warm and happy, the shadows of a total of six elves were revealed outside the wooden window with the shaking light of the campfire, making this tree house standing among the dense branches of the tree very special in the rainy night.

"Don't mind, two adults, we often make fun of Amros, he has always been thick-skinned."

A relatively calm voice followed.

The owner of the voice was a long, gray-haired elf with thick eyebrows, who wore a smart hunting shirt and trousers, and his long hair was tied into a single ponytail, and the whole figure looked very crisp.

Several of the surrounding elves were dressed similarly to him, with the exception of a black-haired female elf in a blue dress.

Charles knew that her name was Ilya, and that she was the logistician who had gone to the ferry camp to deliver some necessities, and that she was not resident like the other elves here.

That's right, the ferry.

By this time they had reached the Sindar Ferry in the forest, but they had to stay in the sturdy treehouse for the time being because of the heavy rain that had erupted again.

The environment is already very good, and although the shelter that was "built" in the wilderness can provide shelter from the wind and rain, it cannot dispel the cold and dampness.

Not to mention the mushroom soup with a hint of bracken in the mouth, which is fragrant and fragrant, swallowed with a spoon.

Finrod, who was beside him, was drinking soup at this time, smiling at everything in front of him while drinking.

At this time, his brooch-pinned coat was being baked and dried on another bonfire iron shelf not far away, along with Charles's gray cloak, so that a relatively delicate satin robe was revealed.

For this reason, although they did not identify themselves, the elves here still believed that the two visitors were nobles from Nagoslund.

What's even more astonishing to them is that there are very few elven nobles with blonde hair in Nagoth Lund.

So the faint speculation has already surfaced in their hearts, but none of them have broken it.

Relatively speaking, black hair and black eyes are also rare, but because Charles has never traveled far away, and his reputation has only been around for a short time, no one has recognized him.

This saved him some unnecessary trouble, and he was reaching out his hands in front of the campfire while most of the elves here focused on the mild-mannered Finrod.

It seemed to be roasting a fire, but in fact, as his ten fingers bent, a hazy light of fire quietly broke away from the bonfire and swirled and wrapped around his fingers.

This was the first use of another elven spell he had learned, which was able to condense and release the surrounding light sources.

The spell was created by Galadriel after he finally set foot on Middle-earth during the Noldor migration and saw the sun first dawn in the east.

So I have to say that the old aunt, although her personality is a bit annoying, is really good - not just anyone can invent magic spells.

A group of elves spoke eagerly, a warm breath that lingered around all figures, and between someone's fingers.

However, just as the atmosphere was thick, the ceiling of the wooden house above my head suddenly shook!

"A branch has fallen?"

One of the elves looked up and came to a conclusion, but before his words had fallen, the same sound reappeared.

All the elves here couldn't help but look at each other.