Memories are very strange things, some places have obviously not been there, but a little smell, a sound, an image, can evoke an inexplicable sense of familiarity, or déjà vu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 This is the case with the Fagong Forest, where there are dense branches, old bark, thick moss, and the feet are covered with a layer of mist that puts Buddha **. As they stepped inside, the mist quickly receded, revealing the rugged and tangled roots beneath them.

"How do I feel like I'm in the library, wandering through history?" said one of the elves.

"Of course. Fagon Forest is the oldest forest in Middle-earth, and it is also the only ancient forest that has survived from history. Groffindale sighed, "Even though they're just trees, they can record history like rocks." So there's nothing wrong with your feelings. ”

History has always been thick, so the rest of the Fagon Forest is a little thinner, like the air. As they descended into the woods, away from Isengar and Saruman and leaving the orcs far behind, they were overwhelmed by the heaviness of the place. The elves consciously slowed down until they gradually stopped. Indeed, everyone has reached their limit, and it is time to take a break.

Elves never run out of food and drink in the forest, and legend has it that they can even talk to trees. Groffindale laughs and says that these are rumors, and that the elves are just using experience. However, Zhao Mai was indeed able to talk to the trees, and soon found out the surrounding situation and led everyone to a glade.

He reached out and dug through the roots of a large tree to remove the earth, from which the spring flowed. From cloudy to clear, it took only ten minutes. "Fill the kettle and tidy yourself up. Soon you will be able to meet one of the oldest species on the entire continent. ”

"It's incredible that you can have the Treants come and see us? "The awakening of the Treants comes after the elves, but before the dwarves, and they are always independent and self-contained, and are not allied with anyone or enmity against anyone. Even elves can only talk to them, not give them orders. If it weren't for curiosity, the Treants wouldn't have appeared in front of us at all—when they're still like big trees, they can't tell the difference. ”

"Oh, they'll listen to me, because I'm in the language of the Treants. Zhao Mai found the root system of a big tree and sat down, pounding his thighs with his fists to relax his muscles. "Well, it's safe here. The Forest of Fagon has its own realm, and no magic from the outside world can enter it now, whether it is Saruman or Sauron. ”

"Isn't this a fortress against darkness and evil?"

"Of course not. Everything in the world is connected, and if the air, water, and soil are polluted by evil, trees are unlikely to be spared. In war, there are always only survivors, and there are no survivors. Drink some water first, I think you're too tired to do it. This appearance does not have the demeanor of the Golden Flower Lord. ”

Grofendale smiled, reached out and pushed back the hair that had been scattered in front of his forehead, pulled out a strap out of nowhere and tied it, and then hung a strand of hair from each sideburn, and immediately regained his handsome appearance. Zhao Mai shook his head: "Good looks and good foundation are easy to do." What is like me?"

He patted himself on the top of his head, then changed back to his human form. "No more orcs, no more elves, certainly not human. That's who I really am. ”

Groffinddale couldn't help frowning as he looked at Zhao Mai, his fingers trembling slightly, and then shook his head slowly. "Maybe there's something strange about the smell of the forest, how do I think I've seen your face somewhere? ”

"You're not face blind, are you? Is it true that human faces are close to elves? Or is my face too popular?"

"No, it's not. Glorfindale seemed to be overwhelmed by the question, sitting across from Zhao Mai, looking at him every once in a while, and then immersed himself in the memories of the past.

The elves went out in twos and threes, and did not go far, and soon brought back some food from the forest, and everyone shared it together. Nuts are the most popular thing, and although they have become a little shriveled after most of the winter, the strong aroma is enough to soothe everyone's emotions. The scent also attracted two bold squirrels to lean on the branches and look down. Reserve grain drooled at the squirrel, but Zhao Mai didn't agree to it hunting, so he could only make up a big scene of eating meat in his heart.

When running, everyone feels that every minute and every second is long because their bodies are at their limit. However, compared to the current wait, that time seemed a bit rushed. The elves were sped up, as if they couldn't get used to the slowing pace for a while, but the rhythm was exactly what they were.

Elves can spend the whole day slowly arranging the feathers on the arrows, and they don't feel tired or bored at all. But now, in just one afternoon, they have completed at least four inspections and maintenance of all their equipment, and they are starting to get bored again. This restless state is not conducive to the recovery of the elves, after all, they still have a lot of battles to participate in and many difficulties to overcome. Fortunately, they also discovered this, and used soothing songs to cleanse their hearts and send out the restlessness and unarrangement. As the moon slowly rose overhead, illuminating the clearing, the elves returned to their natural state.

Glorfindale kept staring at Zhao Mai's face. He didn't feel embarrassed, but Zhao Mai couldn't bear it. "What the hell are you looking at? If you've ever seen this face, you should have remembered it a long time ago. And I'm pretty sure that rescuing Frodo on the banks of the Xiangshui River was the first time we met, and we had never met before. ”

"I'm sorry, I may have been a bit of a bull, but I always had a strange thought in my mind that something important had something to do with your appearance. Lord Jinhua sat up straight and breathed a sigh of relief, "When will we see the Tree Man?"

"They've gotten the word and they're on their way this way. A guy of that size can't get up fast in such a dense woods. I reckon we'll be able to see them tomorrow at noon. However, according to the tradition of the Treants, they were slow to discuss things, and it would take at least a week to reach a conclusion and then gather forces to attack Saruman. ”

"It's been soon, after all, we're not far from Osakta. Tonight I can meditate and sort out my thoughts. The elves said, "Starting tomorrow, all of our elves will begin to resume training and prepare for battle." ”