"Ah, believe it or not, but to be honest, I'm having trouble trusting a goblin who has suddenly appeared and is extinct—especially if he has unheard-of abilities. ”

Anduin walked into the bushes as if he were scattering in a leisurely garden, plucked a crown of red flowers, and tasted the sweet nectar in it, "However, don't keep your mind in the river, if you don't have enough trust in me, cause the demon king Sauron to revive again, and even control more powerful power, so that Middle-earth will be destroyed by the smoke of war, but you will have to bear Zeren's responsibility." ”

"What?" Aragorn keenly sensed the sharpness of Anduin's words, and asked urgently, "What does it mean to control greater power?"

The goblin merchant's face showed a wicked smile again, he rubbed his hands frivolously, and said with a simple smile: "Well, I'm afraid I have to wait until the Elven Holy City meets those real leaders of Middle-earth before I can say it, do you say? ”

Aragorn, the warrior who was still a down-and-out swordsman, looked at him deeply and said, "Perhaps, but I don't think those arrogant elves will let you in, after all, in their eyes....."

"Goblins aren't as good as a shit in the living room, right?" Anduin said calmly, "not even as good as the artists among the dwarves, only higher than ogres and trolls." ”

Aragorn answered the question with silence, even after the battle of the Five Armies decades ago, those elves still boasted of being superior, whether they were dwarves, humans, or other intelligent races, they were all inferior short-lived, not to mention the goblins at the bottom of the food chain.

Before Anduin could approach the gates, the elven archers guarding the Holy City, tainted by the greenskin's vision, would shoot him into a sieve with their recurve bows.

Thinking of the discrimination he had received in the elven land before, and the magical force that Anduin had mastered, Aragorn, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, couldn't help but smile wickedly.

I don't know if that so-called firearm can penetrate the wooden gate of the elf city.....

Fortunately, Aragorn's festival is still sufficient, out of a basic sense of responsibility for the "elves, dwarves, and human united front that resists the hegemony of the demon lord Sauron's power, and the united front of humans",

Aragorn still comforted with kind words: "Those bamboo poles are so arrogant, if you really want to help us, at least wait until Gandalf comes to pick us up, I guarantee in the name of personal honor, the gray-robed mage will definitely let the elves give you a fair and just status." ”

Merry and Pippin also exhorted in unison, "Yes, Gandalf is as reliable as his pyrotechnic tricks. ”

"Well, if I were a human, I would have said something like 'gunpowder was invented and used to set off fireworks,'" Anduin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, turned to the depths of the dark forest, and said, "Please show up, Mr. Gandalf, don't you know that goblins have a hundred times more powerful sense of smell than humans? ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and looked to the side, only to see the tall, straight, gray-robed mage with a long beard standing up from the bushes with a little embarrassment, and some sharp green fruits were still stuck to the robe.

"It is an honor to meet you, Dear Mr. Anduin. Gandalf, with an unchanged face, said, "I'm very interested in what you said, the deal. ”

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Not..... It looks like a human, and genetically it is no different from a carbon-based monkey.

Anduin sat by the campfire, scooped up a pot of soup, and drank it slowly and methodically as he looked at the gray-robed mage.

This Gandalf, the inside of his body is full of traces of transformation, the magic energy of the heart is drawing energy from the air all the time, and the mitochondria inside the cells of the limbs are also abnormal, which can provide magic power with extremely high energy utilization.

No, no, this technology can't even be done by the HRE company that made Sephiroth, let alone the native chicken company like Ambrera.

Thinking of the mythological background on this planet, Anduin couldn't help but pout, I'm afraid that those so-called creation gods really exist, and the old immortal master in front of him who has experienced the selection of the gods is the best evidence.

Ahh

Anduin thought so and drank the last drop of the potato goulash. By the way, these Shire people can't do anything else, but the art of cooking is a must, and they are worthy of being the most indisputable commoners in Middle-earth, and they have already lit up the passive skill tree of living and working in peace.

Gandalf also withdrew his gaze vaguely, and he tapped his staff lightly on the ground, whispering to him which girl in the Charr was the biggest dwarf in Opai, and the freelander Aragorn, who was obsessed with wood carving, all cast glances at him.

"Tomorrow, we will be in Elven City, and I have commissioned the owls to bring a message, and I think they should be ready. ”

The Charr can't help but be fascinated by the fact that for these simple natives who have never set foot outside the village, the elegant, slender, dignified and noble elves are indeed an indispensable part of the adventure story, after all, there is really no lofty ideal without the Fellowship of the Ring, and they still have the mentality of "I came out to see the world".

Elves. As if thinking of something, Freelander Aragorn's eyes darkened, and the movement of the carved wooden statue in his hand slowed down.

Gandalf glanced at them and continued, "The Elven Holy City has gathered many emissaries from humans and dwarves to discuss the threat of the Demon King Sauron. ”

The gray-robed mage looked at Anduin and said, "Then, I hope you will help us as agreed. ”

"Business is business. ”

Anduin yawned and said, "I can provide whatever goods you can afford." ”

Gandalf's eyes were a little solemn, and he faintly swept the open-top off-road vehicle next to him with the corner of his eye, this kind of iron horse can travel thousands of miles a day in the true sense, and the cavalry of the Rohan Kingdom must be very interested in it.

After all, as a mage, Gandalf still has the professionalism to think that it is an "evil, rumbling creature" like those brainwashed fools and fools, and I am afraid that this carriage must have rules that it cannot yet recognize.

Thinking of Anduin's inadvertent words, the gray-robed mage fell into deep thought.

"The internal combustion engine, the engine, the second law of thermodynamics, what are they?"