Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1062 1044. Galadriel

Opposite this powerful and strange broken sword, there is an oil painting hanging in the corridor.

The paint on it seemed to be mottled and faded due to the long time.

But there was only one figure that was still dark and evil.

The oil painting depicts the most intense part of a great battle.

The humans and elves, dressed in armor and helmets, shouted at the top of their lungs and tried their best to face a tall figure under the dark clouds.

The figure was wearing ferocious black armor and holding a one-handed hammer in his hand.

The moment I saw this painting, a tragic cry of killing appeared in my mind like an auditory hallucination.

There are also the sounds of metal clashing and fire burning
However, these sounds, which should have been very harsh and wrong, were not noticed by Lan En at this time.

For some reason, Lan En saw the black figure. On the index finger of the hand holding the one-handed hammer, there was a ring.

The ring was plain and ordinary, just a round gold ring without any decoration or carving.

But it just attracted Lan's full attention.

This gold. This treasure.
"Well?"

Lan En shuddered subconsciously, and the discomfort in his muscles made him twist his neck and shake his head.

The demon hunter pressed the back of his neck, which suddenly felt a pain, in confusion.

Since strengthening his muscles, the symptoms have been far away from his body, not to mention that every tendon in his body is now wrapped with Valyrian steel wire.

"Mentos, retrieve my physiological data from the past ten minutes."

"It's in progress, please watch, sir."

The biochemical intelligent brain projects the data requested by the subject onto the retina and performs autonomous analysis.

"The [Gene Seed] and [Hymn Gland] experienced a fluctuation in hormone secretion two minutes ago. I think that's why the nerves in the back of your neck suddenly tensed up. Now, the hormone levels have stabilized."

"Hormone fluctuations?" Lan En asked doubtfully, "What's the cause?"

"Perhaps you are too tired."

Mentos used a panacea-like reason to make Lan En curl his lips helplessly.

"But I eat and sleep well in Rivendell, Mentos."

"That may be because we are too lax. The essence of Space Marines is a weapon of war, sir."

".You are really allowed to say all the good and bad things."

The demon hunter complained about his own biological intelligence.

Fortunately, things like these, which appear to be the remnants of a brutal war, are not common in the beautiful Rivendell.

There is more fresh air, gentle breeze, quiet pools of water that reflect the sky, and yellow fallen leaves and trees.

As Lan continued to stroll in this magical elf city with a leisurely and happy mood.
"Hey! Lan!"

"Alas!"

"Xilulu!"

The witcher passed a pool of water.

The pool is not small, and it receives a tributary of the waterfall flowing down from the mountain wall behind Rivendell.

A dozen naked dwarves were playing and frolicking in the big pool.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that they are bold and unruly, but considering that although they all have thick beards and solid muscles, they are generally not as tall as Lan's legs, which makes the demon hunter a little bit amused.

Amid the gurgling sound of the waterfall, the dwarves greeted the passing witchers cheerfully and enthusiastically, without any shyness.

Lan En discovered that Qilin was also playing with them, and he often emitted slight discharges of electricity as if playing around.

The dwarves of the world of Arda seemed to be unusually tough and strong, and the slight electric discharge of the Qilin was indeed like a slightly dangerous game to them.

They all gathered in the pool, and when the Qilin discharged electricity, they ran away, and when the electricity was over, they came back.

At the same time, he pulled out his companion who was sinking in the pool because his legs were not fast enough and he was temporarily numbed by the electric shock because he didn't have time to run out. He laughed.

In the elegant elven city, the dwarves seemed out of place, but Lan En thought it was quite interesting.

The demon hunter waved at them and responded.

Just then, Elrond and his steward Lindir came over from the other side of the road.

The two traditional elves opened their mouths slightly as they looked at the exquisite pool they had built, which was used by the dwarves as an open-air bathhouse.

Then, Lan En, who had been walking forward just now, turned around very naturally, lowered his head and walked quickly back from the direction he came from.
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This was the second week that the dwarves and Lan had been in Rivendell.

The dwarves, in high spirits and having regained all the weight they had lost during the arduous journey, dismantled an Elven wooden table and its matching chairs as usual.

Then roast the tomatoes, rapeseed and sausages over the fire.

Lan actually wanted to eat some meat, so he joined the dwarves' banquet with a few pheasants he had hunted as a token of sincerity.

"What a pity that the elves only have weak wine, not to mention strong liquor. What if they even have some cool and refreshing ale?"

Bofur was brushing oil on the pheasants that Lan had brought with rape leaves, while he complained about the elves' taste.

"Yes!" Bomb, who was spherical before coming to Rivendell but is now more round, also said.

He placed the plate of Elf buns on his belly, as steady as if it were on a table.

"And now they're out of wine!"

"Didn't you guys drink it?" Lan En squinted at Bombbo and complained, "And I remember you drank the most." Bombbo tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Oh, okay. What you said does make sense, Lan En."

"But I think he doesn't mean to reason, but to make you eat less, Bomb."

Bofur laughed.

"Oh," Bomb's red beard twitched, "I can't do that!"

The lively dwarves were busy creating more joy, while on the upper stairs of Rivendell, Elrond and Gandalf were still discussing anxiously.

Although Elrond acknowledged the rationality and legitimacy of the restoration expedition led by Thorin Oakenshield.

But he still believed that it was better to have less trouble than more. The consequences of awakening and angering the evil dragon were definitely not as simple as he imagined.

So during these two weeks, Gandalf and Elrond had actually exchanged many verbal disputes.

"I have said all that needs to be said, Elrond. I do not understand why you have so many concerns! If we must consider every concern before we do anything, then we might as well not do anything at all! For God's sake!"

Gandalf lowered his head and muttered like an ordinary old man.

"We are fighting against darkness! We are fighting for all good and beautiful life! This is no joke!"

"It is precisely because we have a heavy responsibility." Elrond said rationally and calmly, "that is why we should not make hasty decisions on major issues. You and I both know that the situation in Middle-earth is something that can be decided by just the two of us?"

The two of them were not far away from the dwarves in a straight line, and they did not deliberately lower their voices.

So actually the dwarves can hear it.

It’s just that most dwarves prefer to enjoy the carefree present, so they don’t care, or just turn a deaf ear to it.

But when Lann just took the pheasant wings handed to him by Bofur, he glanced to the side and saw Thorin looking at the wizard and elf who were talking with a serious expression.

Even though he is a very traditional dwarf, once he becomes a leader, he will definitely think about more things than his subordinates.

Suddenly, a clear and pointed greeting came from above from the old wizard.

"Come on, Lan. Come here, we need you, and we should talk again."

The witcher walked over with a pheasant wing in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw Gandalf shouting down the stairs of the upper building.

The witcher said nothing, but waved his hand upwards to indicate that he understood.

He held a pheasant wing in his mouth, and a crisp "crackling" sound was made between his lips and teeth.

His jaw, teeth, and bite muscles are all strengthened, so this little thing can be completely crushed by his mouth.

Lan walked up the spiral staircase of Rivendell and soon met up with the wizard and the elf, following them up the stairs.

Gandalf saw Lann catching up from behind, turned around and gave him a forced smile, then continued arguing with Elrond.

"I don't think Thorin would think that he needs to account to anyone for taking back his country. Because it is the right thing to do!"

"And to be honest." The old man Gandalf was so angry that he continued unhappily.

"I'm the same in this regard. I don't need to obey other people's opinions!"

It was as if Elrond had grown too lazy to argue with Gandalf.

He walked in front and was the first to stand on the top step.

He extended his hand toward the stairs, inviting Gandalf and Lan to go up, with a smile on his face as if he was waiting for a good show.

"Well, neither of you thinks you need to listen to other people's opinions on this matter. And I have something to say."

“It is not me whom you must obey.”

Gandalf followed Elrond's inviting gesture and walked upstairs in a daze, while Lan raised his eyebrows with some curiosity.

But when he really walked up to him, his expression was exactly the same as Gandalf's.

Because on this exquisite platform, a bright moon was hanging on the arch leading to the cliff, and under the arch stood an elf.

A sacred and beautiful elf.

She is over 1.9 meters tall, which is extremely rare among elves.

She had her back to the people who had just stepped onto the platform. Her long hair was a dark gold dotted with silver light, so gorgeous and beautiful that it was even more gorgeous than the moon and sun in the sky!

And when she turned around with a smile on her face, her face was so beautiful that it was almost demonic.

Those eyes were also very different from Elrond's.

Most elves have stars twinkling in their eyes, but the one in front of him has eyes that shine with a light even more noble than the sun and moon in the sky!
"Lady Galadriel!"

Gandalf uttered the name almost with a sigh.

Lan En, who was shocked by someone's beauty for the first time, was suddenly awakened by this name.

To be honest, it’s not his fault, after all, even the Mentos was running slowly just now.

The young witcher looked at the beautiful elf with a mysterious smile in the distance, and then looked at Elrond who seemed to be enjoying the show behind him.

"Hello, Mithrandir."

Galadriel's voice was ethereal and distant, as if it came from the clouds in the sky.

Then, the smiling Elf Queen turned her gaze away from her old friend and looked at the person she had never met before.

She looked Lan up and down with eyes that flashed like the light of the sun and the moon.

"Hello, Adanisil."

(End of this chapter)