Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 286 Divinity

The person who opened the door was a child who looked not very old.

The boy had a pair of brown eyes common to Nords, messy golden curly hair, and a nose that quickly turned red due to the sudden drop in temperature. He leaned against the door, staring at Dondis with a vigilant look, then looked behind the old man and muttered, "Who are you looking for? Or are you lost, old man?"

"Ah, thank you, child, but no, I think I was right!"

"what?"

"To be precise, I'm looking for the two wizards inside." Tang Disi said gently.

The boy opened his mouth wide and said in panic: "I don't understand what you are saying! There is no magician here. If you don't leave, I will call the guards!" But his eyes involuntarily glanced into the house.

"He lied."

A voice sounded in Dondis Savius's heart.

Tang Disi instantly understood that the obviously abnormal phenomena just now were the evidence that the "God" had been protecting him all the way. And now, the "God" was watching everything in the world through his eyes! So, the old farmer said in his heart with great respect: "Yes, my God."

In the inn, Turka felt all this strangely, as if he was playing a very real VR game. There were two perspectives in front of him, one for himself and one for Dondis Savius! He could see and feel everything the old farmer touched, as if the old farmer was an extension of his will.

  This feeling was so new and strange that Turka couldn't even find a suitable word to describe this strange phenomenon. He spoke to them, letting his will be exercised in them, reminding their souls, and letting the power appear in them!

Yes, through this magical connection between him and Dondis, he can even 'give' power to the old farmer!

No one understood how shocked Turka was when he found out about all this.

Under the soft moonlight, he sat quietly by the window, lost in deep thought. His eyes were deep and calm, as if they contained endless wisdom and insight. The hustle and bustle around him disappeared, leaving only him and his thoughts.

in the mean time.

"Let him in, child," came a voice from inside the house.

The boy seemed quite afraid of the owner of the voice. He hesitated for a moment and reluctantly turned aside.

The old farmer tried his best to put on a harmless smile, encouraged himself in his heart, and walked in with confidence as if he was returning to his own home.

Just as Tang Disi saw from the outside, the house was not big, with empty stone walls, a bed made of straw, a table with a water bottle and bowls, an unlit stove, bottles and jars covered with oil smoke, a few stools of varying lengths, and boxes of miscellaneous items, all of which showed the owner's embarrassment and helplessness in his livelihood.

But at the same time, the nails on the wall were enough to prove that before it became empty, there should have been a lot of decorations and tapestries hanging on it. In addition, there was a staircase at the corner, and it was obvious that there should be a small attic above it.

All this proves that although the owner of the house was not a wealthy family, he was not poor either.

  War does not just take away one person's life, but is an all-round, resolute, and irreversible war that destroys the original lives of the people of Markarth step by step!

Unexpectedly, Dondis Savius's restless, fanatical, sad, and confused heart suddenly calmed down at this moment. Yes, war, everything was brought about by war, and death was just the beginning!

Then Dondis saw two people who shouldn't be here at this time, oh no, elves.

"Are you surprised?" Quaranil raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of arrogance that was unpleasant to others - specifically to Dondis. The other dark elf was hiding in the darkness between the stairs and the wall. His skin color and the effect of his spells made it easy for him to blend in between light and darkness. If Dondis had not met this clan in his early years, he would not have been able to easily notice the faint red in his eyes.

"Oh, no, if I heard correctly, it seems that you already knew we were here!"

The elf in front of him took off his hood, revealing his sallow face and slightly pointed ears. In fact, Quaranil had been observing Dondis as soon as he came in. This was a human who had experienced a lot. He saw the wisdom gained through hardships in the old farmer's old eyes, and the life experience gained through internal struggles and torture; he saw fear, because courage had almost become a part of his life, so this man dared to admit that he was afraid; he saw the calluses on the old farmer's fingers and knuckles, which were the marks of a warrior, but he was not a reckless man who could only wield a sword and blindly rushed into the battlefield, because he was calm enough.

"But you still act a little surprised!" Quaranil looked at the human in front of him with interest. "Someone asked you to come here, and you know some information about us, but your reason still makes you somewhat skeptical."

Tang Disi turned pale. The elf's eyes seemed to have magic, attracting the old farmer step by step into some strange illusion. "I... I don't understand what you are saying..."

Tsk, wizard!

Turka muttered, recalling some distant memories. He recalled the first time he saw the grey wizard; he recalled a figure that he had not remembered for a long time... Illivene.

  He whispered the name. {Here, Turka should be the name of Illivene in Noldor, but unfortunately, I only have a very superficial understanding of the Elvish languages ​​created by Tolma, and I really don't have the ability to write the name of a female elf in the corresponding Tenggvar letters. Of course, more importantly, the platform does not support it.}

Here is how to write the Tengwa alphabet:

This word seemed to have infinite power. In an instant, countless memories flooded into Turka's mind like a tide and shattered his heart.

  But at the same time, his divine side was roaring wildly in Tang Disi's mind: Wake up, idiot, don't look into his eyes!

Tang Disi was struck by lightning and suddenly woke up from his illusion. "What did you do, elf!" he shouted angrily.

"What? Ah, it's just a little trick, just like we all have our own little secrets." Quaranil bowed gracefully to express his apology. But deep down, the elven magician from Artayum Island felt panic and anxiety about the terrible aura that suddenly emerged from Dondis.

He winked at his colleague.

In the shadows, Narion also looked panicked. Apparently, the dark elves also sensed Turka's presence. The two of them quickly made hand gestures that only they understood, and their vigilance reached the highest level.

Ah, in order to avoid the trouble that was about to come, after controlling the dangerous assassin, Quaranil and his friends decided to find a place to hide first. So, the home of the two children became the most suitable hiding place.

At this time, Omuruha was alone in a small compartment on the second floor, guarding a figure who was tied up in a ball.

The stronger and bolder child secretly opened the door a little bit, tilted his ear, and listened to the quarrel coming from downstairs through the crack in the door.

"..."

"..."

The voice was intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low. The more Omuruha listened, the more impatient and curious he became. He wanted to open the door and eavesdrop on their conversation, but he was afraid of the fiery red eyes of the dark elf at the stairs. At this time, Quaranil's spell had failed. Omuruha was still very afraid of the elves' methods, so after thinking about it, he muttered and closed the door again.

The sounds downstairs became even more erratic.

He sat on the floor sullenly, his eyes meeting Nargis's one.

"What are you looking at?" the Nord kid cursed, "Do you think you are an elf too? Look at me again or I will blindfold you!"

The assassin, whose hands and feet were tied with thick hemp ropes and whose mouth was stuffed with a piece of rag, felt miserable.

  Nargis recognized the old farmer's voice and tried to stretch his body with joy, but the elf's magic was so powerful that Nargis felt as if the power in his body was sealed. He could not exert any strength in his body. After moving for a long time, the assassin discovered in despair that, apart from being covered in sweat, he could not move at all!

Dondis was very angry. The relationship between the Nords and the elves has always been bad, and now the Empire is at war with the Ancestral Divine Land led by Summerset Island, and these two elves are actually plotting something in front of him!

Of course, what really frightened the old farmer was that the words of the elven wizard just now hit the darkness in the deepest part of his heart!

Was his faith not as strong as he thought?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Dondis Savius ​​hurriedly shook his head. No, this was impossible. He firmly believed that he had found the way to salvation. His existence itself was a miracle! Therefore, he would never allow his faith to be tarnished.

Therefore, he appeared angry, as if this could hide his inner panic.

"If I have offended you, I am willing to apologize." The Elf Wizard thought about it and decided to keep the peace first, even though the human in front of him was so mysterious and so dangerous. He said apologetically, "Forgive me, we are used to using magic to understand the world..."

"You are used to being superior!" Tang Disi said bluntly.

"What? This is a misunderstanding!" Quaranil was very surprised. His tone and attitude seemed so friendly. He said, "You may think that we are ignorant of the world, but we are actually no different from you! We are just..."

"Let's get over this meaningless argument!" The old farmer seemed to calm down. He returned to his previous state and said coldly, "This has happened too many times over the past thousands of years!"

"As you wish!" Quaranil bowed.

The other child, Hashrashu, who opened the door for the old farmer, swallowed and trembled with fear from the smell of the two men.

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