It has been a month and a half since the Ringu meeting.

Winter has arrived, and the cold wind whistling like a knife will never stop, passing through the stacked mountain passes, and dancing with the snow. The mountains that surround Rivendell are covered in a light veil.

"Subject 3 Snowmobile Project Exam, Start Now. ”

An elf in a down jacket and snow boots shouted loudly on the hillside, wearing a pair of toad-like yellow eyes on the bridge of his nose to prevent snow blindness.

He is an instructor at the Rivendell Motor Driving School, where he specializes in training the skills involved in vehicle driving.

At this moment, he stood on a wooden platform slightly above the snow and blew the whistle that hung around his neck.

A red snowmobile suddenly burst out of the starting line behind the coach, and the rider on it was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, and the small half of his face was wrapped in a scarf, so that he couldn't see his face clearly.

"In the snowmobile test of subject 3, the most important thing is to see and listen to all directions, a qualified veteran driver should be in charge of the overall situation, know the surrounding road conditions, only in this way, will not let the snowmobile under the crotch fall into the pothole that does not touch the field or slide down the hill. ”

Flodo, the hobbit who had left his homeland, had lost his naïve and ignorant face, and he silently recited the precautions in the "Five Days Old Driver's Crash Course" in his heart as he slammed on the accelerator.

The humming of engines resounded through the mountains, and the zigzag stripes of tracks turned, leaving rut marks on the soft snow like cotton wool.

"Turn left, turn right, turn left....."

Two rows of red flag-laced poles set out a long, crooked runway that stretched from the hillside to the riverbank at the foot of the mountain, through the frozen lake, to the old crooked neck tree in the distance.

Frodo's leather-gloved hands were already a little stiff, and he exhaled with difficulty, the heat that had been freed from his collar dissipated by the cold wind.

Deftly and gracefully traversing most of the runway, the snowmobile swooped off the frozen river and dodged the protruding ice in front of it.

"Flodo, come on!"

Sam, Pippin, and Merry stood on the hillside, with high-magnification binoculars around their necks. He clasped his hands together and shouted.

Known as the "driver's license", the little book was a certificate that anyone who wanted to drive a motor vehicle must obtain before driving the vehicle on the newly built highway of urban and rural traffic, and a decree signed by King Elon was affixed to the iron railing next to the first road in Riwendell - a warning to the young people who did not know the height of the sky.

That's right, in Rivendell, there are already elves who have been completely frightened by Sauron or surrendered to fate, throwing their reputations into endless.

Alcoholism, addiction, and drag racing have become the focus of these underground elements, who haunt all corners of the city, causing a great deal of trouble for the "Mobile Police Response Force of Rivendell" with their senseless desire for destruction and inexplicable values.

Originally, these degenerate elements were supposed to lurk on the dark side of the elven society, but because Anduin basically responded to his needs (as long as he could afford it), he wanted tobacco and alcohol for tobacco and alcohol, and he gave addictive drugs if he wanted addictive drugs;

Moreover, Rivendell's laws are not enough to restrain him (the elves don't dare to do anything to him for the time being), so this kind of "atypical doomsday syndrome" like the "rampant people" group has been born.

To get back to the point, this is Flordo's third time in subject three, and he must succeed and get his driver's license.

The horses of the past are behind the times, and Mr. Anduin's "Pixiu Portable Motorcycle" has proven itself to be the first choice for travel in the mountains, sand dunes, plains, and snow.

A wide variety of tyres adapt to almost any terrain, while the sky-skimming suspension ensures that the user doesn't feel too much bumps.

When driving on snow, you only need to add a track pendant under the rear wheels to get on the ground.

Slightly distracted, Flordo shook his head and calmed down to meet the challenge in front of him.

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Next to the Rivinedell Motor Vehicle Driving Training School is an open-air shooting range dedicated to training soldiers in firearms skills.

Legolas still wears his green hunter's robe, with thick noise-proof earmuffs on his ears and a helmet made of bulletproof glass on his head.

A young elven soldier who was crawling on the ground seemed to notice that someone was stopping behind him, and the palm of his hand holding the American M16 was already dripping with sweat, and he didn't hit the ring target a hundred meters away with several shots, but just raised the sand and gravel in vain.

Legolas coughed lightly, bent down, and whispered, "Your wrist is too stiff, relax and let the handle of the gun against your shoulder, yes, that's it." ”

Legolas smiled with satisfaction as he watched the elven soldier hold his breath and deftly fire three bullets into the bull's-eye.

On his chest, hung a small sign "Shooting Instructor".

Because of his outstanding combat power and good looks, this elven nobleman with the common name Green Leaf has received a lot of worship in Rivinedell, including elf girls, young women, and grandmothers who gave birth to monkeys, as well as some weird people who are unscrupulous and addicted to soap games.

The elves' slender limbs and perfect limb control only need a little training to produce a new sharpshooter.

And Legolas is the best of them.

What 800 meters away with an AK47 pressure gun to hit the head of the target in a row, using a machine gun to make a big hole in the board, depicting humanoid lace and other "achievements", so that he was hired as the instructor of the Rivendell shooting range - the kind of five insurances and one gold.

"Today, 10,000 rounds of 5.56 bullets have been consumed, and 7.62 rounds have also consumed about the same amount, and as for the bullets for shotguns and special sniper rifles, there are still some in the warehouse that do not need to be replenished for the time being. ”

The little secretary next to him wore sexy and sassy gold-wire glasses, walked over with a booklet in his hand, and said to him in a hoarse voice, "So far, eight thousand elven archers have successfully passed the rifle shooting training, and as for the training of snipers and machine gun positions, they still need to wait for the opening of a new venue before they can be carried out." ”

However, Legolas, who was addicted to guns and couldn't extricate himself, sighed, and didn't care at all about the career line sent out by his secretary, who had worked hard to send out his waist, and casually ordered: "You go and ask the elders for instructions to approve an increase in the purchase of 5.56 bullets, and some compatriots are not used to AK, so provide them with lighter rifles or submachine guns." ”