Chapter 9 The Magic of the Elf (recommended collection)

This appearance of the female elf in turn caught the attention of Dragon Bourne, and he couldn't help asking: "Fenna, do you know magic?"

Our head chef just woke up from the memories. She casually looked at the breakfast that was almost eaten by the dragonborn, which was almost equivalent to 10 elves, and said, "Why do you ask that?"

"that is……"

Dragon Bourne stopped the knife and fork in his hand, pushed the huge dinner plate, wiped his mouth with the silk scarf next to him, and looked full.

He tried his best to collect the words in his mind, and said in Sindarin language that the female elves could understand as much as possible: "You know, the lord called me to the government affairs hall just now, and I saw a wizard there!"

He tapped his head, and said don't mention it, that's really not a good memory, which made the female elf smile.

But then, the expression on her face became serious again.

"He cast a spell on me, and then I became dazed, as if he had peeped out all the secrets in my heart..." The dragonborn seemed to recall the previous scene, and the golden vertical pupils were neither happy nor sad : "I don't like this very much, so I yelled! It's the roar you heard, no, don't ask me, I don't know why I yelled so loud!"

He looked at the female chef, shrugged, and said in a low voice.

Fenner then closed her mouth angrily.

Seeing that she didn't pursue further, the Dragonborn continued: "So, I want to ask you, do elves know magic?"

Although his grammar and diction still had many mistakes and made up words, but after Balabala told him, the female chef still understood the general idea with guesswork.

So she spoke, her voice was as beautiful as an oriole.

"Magic? Why do you want to ask that?"

"because."

Dragon Bourne didn't hide from her, and said honestly: "I also want to learn this, ha, you see, wizards can attack the enemy with wind, thunder, rain, lightning, and mind blast, but he hides aside and lets Isn't it cool that the enemy can't find him and just be played around like a headless chicken?"

Fenner listened carefully, carefully discerning the meaning (Dragonborn's vocabulary is too confusing), and then shook her head.

"No, magic isn't what you think it is."

The female elf seriously explained to Bourne the laws of the world's operation: "Wizards may have many powerful and incredible magic skills, but they cannot use these powers recklessly, because in this world, every life and existence is As created by the great Eru, using magic indiscriminately to destroy the life of the great Eru created is not allowed by the Eru and the Vera! Because the magic power is given to Istar by the Eru and the Vera Gifts and privileges are both responsibilities and burdens. The Istars are endowed with great power, but the price is that they must guide and protect the people of Central Continent from the invasion and destruction of dark and evil forces. If this supreme good deed is violated , then the power of wizards will gradually lose with the passage of time..."

Incessantly, the female chef said a lot of truths that the dragonborn either understood or didn't understand, which made him even more confused.

"so."

Dragon Bourne felt that his brain was not enough, and a lot of words that he understood or did not understand went straight into his mind. In the last sense, he asked: "The elves are not No magic?"

Feelings said so much, this guy didn't listen to a word.

The female chef glared at him angrily, and said, "If it's the crackling trick you mentioned, we won't do it!"

While angrily tidying up the tableware on the table, Fenna said without turning her head: "At least I can't!"

She put all these exquisite silver tableware into a large sink, cleaned them up quickly, and then said: "The elves have their own magic, but it is definitely not the little tricks like fireworks and lights in your mouth." !"

"Oh?"

Originally thought to be a lonely dragonborn, he suddenly became interested. He straightened up, and his huge body even cast a shadow on the bright kitchen.

The hardworking female chef quickly cleaned the tableware. She dried all the shiny silver tableware with a towel beside her and put them in a cabinet. Then she turned her head and said, "Are you curious? Then I I'll take you to meet him."

Saying that, the female elf took the dragonborn's hand and ran out of the kitchen like a whirlwind.

Seeing the female elf running and jumping in front like a deer, the tall and majestic dragonborn couldn't help but smile slightly, strode forward with long legs, and rumbled behind.

Along the way, the elves in Gray Harbor were thrown into a state of confusion by this reckless guy, one tall, one short, one big and one small.

But the dragonborn and the female elf ran more happily. They laughed while running, like mischievous children.

Xu hadn't seen such a happy scene for a long time. The elves stopped and looked at the two children playing and playing like children with smiles on their faces, feeling indescribably happy in their hearts.

Here, although the dragon descendants are tall and have long legs, compared with the elves who are full of agility and explosive power points, the dragon descendants finally fell behind and quickly lost the female who was running faster and faster in front. The graceful figure of the elf.

"Hey, you should wait for me."

Dragonborn is bitter. Although his physical strength is not inferior to that of the elf, but the elf's short-range explosive power and incomparably flexible dodging and moving skills are not comparable to him, so he was soon given by the female elf. She was thrown off, and quickly lost her trace.

He stopped in frustration, wanting to see where he had gone.

As a result, the complicated and dense stone alleys of the elf city almost made him faint.

Just when he was about to slowly walk down the alley to the flat main road, suddenly, the tall and slender female elf jumped in front of him.

At this time, she has changed into a bunt outfit suitable for activities. A leather belt binds her slender and strong waist more conspicuously. Two slender legs that are more than one meter high stand on the ground vigorously. On, that curve, that length is enough to make 99% of women in the previous life feel inferior.

(Elves are generally between 1 and 93 meters tall)

And on her back, she carried an exquisite wooden longbow inlaid with mithril and precious stones and a pot of arrows, and there were two short swords stuck in her waist.

"Why are you still standing there, let's go."

she says.

Then he took the dragonborn's hand again and ran like a whirlwind.

"what?"

The Dragonborn was dragged into a run by the female elf in a daze, rumbled through most of Gray Harbor, ran out from the solid gate made of pure white boulders, and entered the northern wilderness.

On the high ground in front of the government affairs hall.

The gray-robed wizard Gandalf smoked the finest tobacco from the Bucklands and puffed.

It wasn't until seeing the black-haired dragonborn and the female elf with bright silver and beautiful white hair running out of Gray Harbor like a whirlwind, that I turned my head and said to the owner of Gray Harbor, the shipbuilder Cirdan: "Respected Lord Lord , won't you stop them?"

Behind him, Cirdan the Shipbuilder wore a headdress forged from finely divided sapphires and mithril, and his gorgeous robes, exquisitely embroidered with gold, fluttered in the sea breeze.

"No, Mithrandil."

he said.

"Our Dragonborn (Dragonborn) is much stronger than we imagined. He has power that we haven't fully seen yet!"

"Besides."

The owner of Gray Harbor took a step forward and stood with him at the highest point of Gray Harbor, overlooking the entire Gray Harbor.

"With Fenner taking care of him, nothing will happen to him!"

Gandalf took a deep breath silently, and a puff of mellow smoke slowly flowed into his throat and nasal cavity, and then slowly exhaled from his mouth.

The two stood silently on the high ground of Gray Harbor under the fiery light of Yarien, who had risen into the air, without saying a word.

the other end.

Pulled by Fenner, Dragon Bourne ran north along the mouth of the Shun River for about a league, and did not stop until he came to a small hill.

The Dragonborn looked back and found that the tallest building in Gray Harbor, a clock tower made of white rocks, was shining in the morning sun, faintly reflecting white light.

The big bronze bell cast in the second era above hangs on the top of the tower facing west of the Schoen River and east of Schoen Bend. The patterns on it are exquisite and complicated.

Dragonborn couldn't help muttering: My eyesight is too exaggerated now, it's almost three kilometers away, and I can still see so clearly, it really is unscientific.

Fenner noticed his eyes, and couldn't help but also looked back, but unfortunately, although the eyes of the elf were also very sharp, they were still not as perverted as the pair of amber golden vertical pupils of the Dragonborn. She could only see Gray Harbor , this homeland that has protected the northern elves for thousands of years is now under the radiance of Yarien, exuding a sacred light, but the pattern of the bronze bell on the clock tower cannot be seen clearly.

So, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the dragonborn.

And in the elf's line of sight, the amber-like golden vertical pupils in the black-haired dragonborn's eyes were almost stretched into a thin line at this moment.

Coupled with the dragonborn's stalwart body standing proudly in the wind, inexplicably, the female elf felt a little pressure.

How powerful it is, it is estimated that the former High Kings can rival it!

Dazed for a moment, after recovering, the female elf shook her head, putting aside the absurd thoughts in her heart, she looked around, and then said to the black-haired dragon descendant: "Okriam, see there the woods?"

Then the dragonborn withdrew his gaze from a distance, and his pupils gradually expanded from thin straight lines until they returned to sharp vertical pupils.

He turned his head and followed the female elf's pointing, and found the grove she was talking about.

It is estimated that the elves planted it. In a depression more than 1000 meters away from the small hills, near the Blue Mountains, a large area of ​​birch and holly is lushly planted. In addition.

On the side close to the sun, the elves also planted a small piece of apple trees, covered with this summer's fruits, either green or red, very attractive.

This is one of the orchards of the elves.

In the past, the elves collected and harvested large and small orchards and wheat fields around Gray Harbor to make up part of the elves' rations, and then exchanged for the rest through trade. The trade activity born from this is the largest commercial activity in the north. one of the routes.

Every year in February, May, and August, the elves will open their sturdy doors to welcome the caravans from hobbits, northern humans, etc. Send them out politely and firmly.

And these days, the elves call it 'Selebes', that is, the day of celebration.

The dragonborn nodded, indicating that he saw it.

"very good."

Saying so, the female elf took down the longbow she was carrying and put on an arrow.

"Didn't you say to experience the magic of elves, watch it."

The female elf bent her bow and aimed.

"I will shoot at the second forked branch from the crown of the tallest apple tree!" The elf's voice was as soft, graceful and moving as ever, but what he said made the dragonborn blurt out "how is that possible?" .

"O Breeze from Ered Luin, send my arrows there!"

The female elf stood on the hill, her jade lips parted slightly, her beautiful face shone with a silver light, she let go of her hand, and the arrow shot out like a straight arrow.

"duo~"

The arrow cut through a distance of a thousand meters, and hit the second forked branch below the crown of the tallest apple tree without any mistakes!

This is not over yet.

The female elf who had just shot the first arrow shot nine arrows in one go with a speed that was almost like an afterimage!
Beep beep.

The arrows were guided by infrared rays, and hit every arrow in front of them accurately, breaking them from the most central position, piercing the trembling arrow body, and hitting the one hit by the first arrow. The dent, a series of nine arrows smashed the arm-thick tree trunk from it!

What the hell!

Dragon Bourne's eyes are wide open, and his mouth is big enough to fit an... apple.

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