Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1114 1096. Diffused Halo

The light waves above the clouds spread outward.

Even though the spreading circle is getting bigger and wider, the brightness of the light does not decrease at all.

The halo passed over the nearby dark clouds and actually illuminated them for a brief moment, until the halo moved further away and the dark clouds turned gloomy and dark again.

Lan, who had just slid down from Smaug's body, suddenly looked up and made instant calculations through Mentos.

After obtaining the approximate curvature of the circular diffuse light wave in the sky, the biochemical intelligent computer only needs to use extremely simple geometric calculations to determine the diameter of the circular light wave and the position of the center of the circle.

"Is it Dol Guldur?!"

Lan, who had just finished fighting a dragon, couldn't help but widen his eyes after receiving the data reported by Mentos.

The circular light wave radiating from Dol Guldur is at least several hundred kilometers away from Dol Guldur!
And this halo obviously comes from some kind of power.

A power that felt familiar to Lan.

"Lady Galadriel?"

It was not Lan who spoke, but Thranduil.

The elves had already approached from their previous positions, along with the Qilin carrying Bard, who had barely regained consciousness.

The elf archers looked at the halo that continued to spread outward above the clouds in the distant sky with amazement and respect.

But he only looked at it for a while, and then he looked at Smaug's completely motionless body with an expression of disbelief, relief and joy that could not be expressed in words.

But Thranduil, as the Elf King, was very calm. After putting away his bow and arrow, he stood beside Lan and watched with him the huge power spreading out from the sky. He no longer cared about the corpse of the evil dragon behind him.

Next to it, the flames in Changhu Town turned into ordinary flames due to the death of the evil dragon. In this humid and watery environment, they soon lost their ability to burn and gradually went out.

It was just the white ashes of the burnt wood that were falling along with the thickening cold fog, like snow after a fire.

Bard, who was still a little dizzy, was taken off the Qilin's back by the elves and taken good care of.

Regardless of whether the black arrow he shot was successful or not, no elf would be dissatisfied with him for daring to face the dragon and shooting the arrow with his sense of responsibility and fear.

Right next to the dragon's huge corpse, the elves began to light a small bonfire to keep warm in the ruins which had become cold again.

Lan En also found a stone step that was not burned by the dragon flames, dusted off the stone and sat down.

Thranduil looked at the exquisite and gorgeous cloak behind him, gathered the fabric of the cloak and did not sit down, but just stood beside the steps.

"Is this the power of Lady Galadriel?"

When Lan sat down, he let out a long sigh, pointed his finger casually towards the sky, and asked Thranduil curiously.

"Why, you can't feel it?"

But it was the Elf King who looked at him with surprise.

"Lady Galadriel gave the light of Earendil to the blade in your hand, but you told me that you were not familiar with her power? Are you kidding me?"

"In this Middle-earth continent, there are only a few people who possess such a huge and pure power of light."

Yes, according to Mentos' calculations, this power is truly enormous.

It almost spans the entire Misty Mountains vertically at the longest distance, and there is no sign of weakening.

Lan En shrugged silently, indicating that he was not familiar with it.

He couldn't even understand the deep power emanating from his own sword.

His ignorance was already obvious when the light flashed on his knife just now.

It was only because of his experience and instinct as a top warrior that he temporarily used the Light of Eärendil to roast Smaug's scales filled with evil power until they were crispy.

In the end, it was Thranduil who told Lann about the Light of Earendil.

"Is that the star?"

Following Thranduil's direction, Lan looked at the brightest star in the sky.

The Elf King nodded: "Yes, the Great Star of Hope."

"My father, Oropher. Fought beside him in the Wrath of Morgoth in the First Age."

"Wow."

Lan En couldn't help but be amazed.

After all, a person turning into a star sounds like something out of a myth. Lan En found out that the son of a marginal person in the story was right next to him, which made him feel very strange.

"Eärendil had two other sons, both half-elves. Ilúvatar gave them the right to choose to be elves or humans, and they each chose one side. You should be familiar with the one who became an elf."

"Hmm? I don't know many people like him. Who is it?"

"Elrond, Lord of Rivendell."

This time Lan En opened his mouth wide, and his feeling was even more amazing.

Come on, Thranduil is the son of a marginal person in the story, and Elrond is simply the son of the protagonist of the story.

However, after knowing this, Elrond's expression of uncertainty and nostalgia when he handed the adjusted Sword of the Lady of the Lake to Lann could be explained.

Besides, the Light of Earendil was too precious, and he was not sure whether Lady Galadriel would give a part of it to Lan.

He should also feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia for his father's power, right?

"But nothing else." After explaining the origin of the Light of Eärendil, Thranduil frowned and looked at the night sky that had long been swept away by the halo and returned to its calm.

"What is going on over there that allows Lady Galadriel to burst out with such precious power?"

Galadriel's power is unique even among the elves in the entire Middle-earth. She is a rare light elf, that is, an elf who once bathed in the light of the Two Sacred Trees in ancient times.

To this day, her eyes still contain that sacred light.

They are not on the same level as the dark elves who have only seen the light of the sun and the moon.

Moreover, she grew up in the blessed immortal land of Valinor, and was taught by many Valar and Vali. Her bloodline is also a mixed blood of the royal families of the three great light elves.

In terms of knowledge, power, life experience, and noble bloodline, she is perfect beyond imagination.

But too much high-quality power also brought troubles - Galadriel's power was not easy to recover after it was released.

If it were in the Blessed Land, this would not be a problem at all. After all, even the Valar and Maia could live comfortably there.

But this is Middle-earth, and under the will of Ilúvatar, this Middle-earth has gradually stabilized towards a peaceful state after the Second Age.

This is not a good environment for high-quality strength to recover normally.

Of course, if it's a character like Tom Bombadil, it probably wouldn't make any difference where he is.

That's why Thranduil said that the power Lady Galadriel unleashed this time was too 'precious'.

"The flashpoint is Dol Guldur."

Speaking of this, Lan En has more say.

"That is the lair of the dark forces. It is reasonable for Lady Galadriel to go there to clear it out."

"dark power?"

Thranduil subconsciously frowned in rejection and pushed back the white hair scattered in front of him.

"The world is peaceful at this time. How could there be any dark forces worthy of Lady Galadriel's use of her power?"

Lan En sneered, leaning his back against the remaining ruins and whispered.

"Peace in the world? I remember Legolas should have sent you an orc's tongue, right? You didn't ask anything?"

"Orcs." Thranduil said proudly and expressionlessly, "They are just a bunch of murderers with broken brains. I have heard their nonsense for thousands of years."

"But you heard the orcs' nonsense at the gate of Mirkwood, and the dragon rushed out of Lonely Mountain at this time. I think you haven't seen these scenes for thousands of years, right?"

Lan En shook his head.

"Don't think that bad things won't happen as long as you don't admit it, Thranduil. With your life experience, you shouldn't need anyone to remind you of this."

"I can see that you don't want to accept what the orc said, so let me tell you instead."

The witcher raised his head and met the Elf King's gaze.

"The dark forces want to connect the entire North and revive the Kingdom of Angmar. Is that clear enough?"

Thranduil's cheek bulged for a moment because of the sudden gritting of teeth.

"Thorin and his men should already be in the Lonely Mountain. There is nothing to hide about this matter. The reason why they were asked to embark on an expedition to restore their country is mainly to make the Lonely Mountain stand again and prevent the dark forces from uniting."

"As we have made arrangements, the enemy will definitely respond at the tactical level, which means preventing us from achieving our goals."

Lan looked at Thranduil calmly.

"This is going to become a battlefield."

The Elf King looked at the devastated Long Lake Town in silence.

He pursed his lips, but turned his head away under Lan's gaze.

"Even if what you said is true, it has nothing to do with our Woodland Kingdom."

"Do you think you can stay out of this? Are you far away from the Lonely Mountain?"

Lan En asked immediately.

But Thranduil's rebuttal was just as quick.

"So what?"

The Elf King's tone was heavy and impolite.

"Do you know how many of us there are? Do you know how long it takes for an elf to grow and how precious it is? But on the battlefield, an elf can easily die if surrounded by orcs!"

At the end, Thranduil looked deeply at Lan who was sitting on the stone steps.

"Not everyone is like you, Adanisir! Most elves are just ordinary people. They have their limits. Their swordsmanship and archery skills can no longer make any progress after practicing for hundreds of years!"

"Most of our warriors are elves like this. When faced with the surrounding orcs, they can only fight back with difficulty, and then die due to the numerical disadvantage!"

"They're not like you! Powerful beyond reason, able to kill dragons!"

Thranduil repeated.

"And my responsibility is not to bring them to such a battlefield."

"I must protect my people first!"

In the end, Thranduil also spoke with great difficulty.

He sighed in the silence between him and Lan.

"We will not get involved in this matter. I have only one request to the Lonely Mountain, that the white star gem, which is the heirloom of my wife, be returned to me. I have already paid the repair fee of this gem to Thorin's grandfather, and it should be returned to me now."

"I will end this as soon as possible, if Thorin Oakenshield is still reasonable. You are our friend now, Adanisir. I will not make things difficult for you."

(End of this chapter)