Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1146 1128. Vitality

“Pure and vigorous vitality.”

The demon hunter muttered, and while Felyn looked confused, he reached out to take back his alchemical leather bag and began to take something out of it.

The three dwarves on the ground had pale faces, their pupils looked lifeless due to uncontrollable dilation, and their mouths moved but were too weak to make any sound.

Lan En looked at them and finally took out a square object from the alchemical leather bag.

It was a package wrapped in large green leaves.

After visiting Tom Bombadil's house, Old Tom gave them cookies made by his wife Goldberry.

This is the pure and vigorous vitality!
"'Destiny doesn't fulfill itself'. Ha!"

The witcher seemed to have an image of the sturdy old man with a red beard extending from under his blue hat flash before his eyes again.

He chuckled and immediately opened the large wrapped leaf to reveal the biscuits inside.

The sunlight from the sky shone down, and perhaps because of the reflection, there was a layer of golden light on the biscuit.

The sweet smell of the cookies still smells like they are freshly baked today.

The cookies made by Mrs. Goldberry herself looked a bit like compressed rations, thick and large.

Lan carefully broke it open into three petals and stuffed them into the mouths of Thorin, Kili and Fili.

Almost at the moment of entering their mouths, Lan En's wide-open eyes clearly saw that a pure and vigorous life force began to spread from their bodies.

Lack of body fluids, various other substances, and the collapse of physiological systems caused by the lack of these substances.

The names of all these substances alone could fill up several large sheets of parchment, but with such vigorous vitality, they are no longer a problem.

Thorin, Fili and Kili, who were already in a dying state, took a deep breath almost at the same time.

"Suck~"*3
It’s like the soul has returned to the body and needs to take a breath to activate it.

"Well done, Lan!"

Philip's pupils, which had just refocused, first stared blankly at the sky, and then he raised them with difficulty towards the witcher and gave him a thumbs up.

"Yes, well done. But... ah! Can you give me a drink before you sew my chest shut with a needle and thread?"

Qili's body was twisting in residual pain, with a grimace on his face, but he was too rational to move his newly stitched chest, so he looked particularly strange.

Lan En, who was half-kneeling on the ground observing them, breathed a sigh of relief. This time he finally sat back on the ice, lowered his head and smiled.

The fluff ball jumped up and meowed with joy.

Qilin no longer stood in front of others, and everyone gathered around him with joyful looks on their faces.

Dwalin immediately threw himself on top of the still dazed Thorin and cried.

The elves watched with a smile; they could empathize with the scene and offered their blessings.

Gandalf relaxed his shoulders, which had been tense since the battle began, and even put his pipe in his mouth again.

He walked over to Lann and said, "This is really a wonderful technology, especially for saving lives."

He puffed his pipe twice and exhaled a puff of white smoke, which turned into smoke rings floating into the sky.

"There's nothing better than saving a good life, isn't there?"

"Yes, great and wise Gandalf." Lan, who was sitting on the ice, tilted his head and glanced at him. "By the way, how do you think I got involved in all this? Do you have any idea?"

The old wizard's expression did not change at all, and Lan En really admired him for this.

He said calmly and confidently: "It must be destiny."

Lan En had no way to deal with this old wizard who would become full of mysterious words once he was out of the urgent and serious situation.

On the dwarf side, Thorin, who had gradually come to his senses, showed much more toughness than his two nephews.

With Dwalin's help, he stood up with difficulty and walked towards Lan.

The King under the Mountain stopped in front of the demon hunter, his face was now covered in blood and his lips were pale, but there was no more gloom in his eyes, instead he looked very free and easy.

The two looked at each other silently. After a long time, Lan En shook his head and smiled.

He took out a gem from his arms. It was a gem so dazzling that even the elves were fascinated by it.

Then he turned his wrist and threw it to Thorin without any reluctance.

"Arken Gem!"

Dwalin murmured in admiration of the gem's name.

And Thorin, the King of the Lonely Mountain who was supported by him and was crazy about this gem a day ago, just reached out and caught the dwarf's treasure from mid-air, the King's gem that symbolized power.

"I delivered ahead of schedule, but you won't break your promise again, will you, King Under the Mountain?"

The witcher said with a joking smile.

Thorin did not answer him, but casually handed the gem to Dwalin beside him for safekeeping.

"If there was no gold in this world, we would have been heroes long ago." As he said this, he gave Lan and Gandalf beside him a weak but relieved smile.
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The victory of the war was no longer in doubt after the arrival of the Great Eagle and the Skin-changer Beorn.

Beorn the Skin-Changer is the man who jumped from the back of a giant eagle and transformed into a giant bear in mid-air.

This guy looks fierce, but he is actually quite gentle when you get to know him. If Lan En had to describe him, he is a bit like a bear that is concentrating on licking honey and accumulating fat.

The war lasted all day, and although the decisive battles were over in the morning, after the orcs were defeated, these vicious and cruel killers fled in all directions.

The elves, dwarves, and humans all began to hunt down the orcs.

Victory in a battle is certainly gratifying, but by comparison, the greatest and most important benefit is to use victory to wipe out the enemy's manpower.

"They will flee into Mirkwood, or other corners of the wastes. But it doesn't matter. The dwarves and elves will treat them well. This victory will bring decades, even hundreds of years of peace to the North."

'Gandalf said to Lan as he smoked his pipe towards evening.

"Nothing is more precious than peace. Isn't that what we fight for?"

At this time they had already entered the Lonely Mountain. After all, the entire plain outside the mountain had been destroyed almost entirely during the day.

The giant earth-eating worms turned the terrain into a mess, and the filthy blood and corpses of the orcs spread all over the land.

In order to prevent deaths in the cold night, the dwarves of Lonely Mountain welcomed both humans and elves into the mountains.

There was no defense or vigilance, allowing everyone to rest here and hold a celebratory banquet.

Gandalf and Lan took shelter in an opening in the mountain of Elbor.

At that time, the light of the evil dragon in Lonely Mountain was reflected from these huge openings, and could even be seen as far away as Changhu Town.

According to Gandalf, under the authorization of Sauron, Azog almost united two-thirds of the orcs in the north to form a legion and march to Lonely Mountain.

But now the entire army was in disarray, one third of the soldiers died on the spot, and even their own lives were lost.

This is self-evident for the changes in the situation in the north.

After the battle was won, the eagles left as swiftly as they had come.

Thorin tried to keep them in the end, and at least gave a luxurious crown to the leader of the eagles, Guan He, the King of Wind.

And declared that the dwarves of Lonely Mountain would always be allies of the Great Eagles.

But in fact, the reason why the eagles came to the Lonely Mountain battlefield this time was partly because of their hostility towards evil, and partly because of Gandalf's personal relationship.

Because Lan saw many eagles, and when the Wind King Ghana flew away, he specially reminisced with Gandalf.

Bilbo also told him that Gandalf once summoned a group of eagles to help their expedition team escape a wave of orcs chasing them on the edge of a cliff.

"I saw Guan He glanced in my direction when he was leaving to talk to you."

With his hands resting on the sturdy and rough fence of the dwarves' city wall, the witcher asked Gandalf beside him with interest.

"Is it talking about something that concerns me?"

At this time, one of Gandalf's hands was bandaged, which showed that he was not relaxed during the day. But even so, after the old wizard relaxed, he smoked his pipe non-stop to relax himself.

The old wizard, who had just been blowing smoke rings, now stuffed a bunch of tobacco into his pipe again, and a bean-sized flame ignited on the tip of his finger wearing a ring, which he put into the pipe to light.

"Oh, you mean this?"

A wisp of smoke came out of the corner of Gandalf's mouth, but it was quickly stretched and blown away by the refreshing cold wind from the snow-capped mountains.

The old wizard looked at the witcher with a smile on his face.

"The Eagle is a messenger from Manwë, the Great Valar, the Lords of Arda. Gwenhe told me that one of the lords was greatly impressed by your skill with the sword, especially when you slew Smaug on the Long Lake."

"An adult?" Lan En was confused.

"Ulmo, Lord of Waters." The old wizard uttered a very big title as soon as he opened his mouth, which made Lan En stunned.

According to Lan's previous borrowing in Rivendell, this name represents one of the Valar, the ruler of water in the world of Arda.

But then Gandalf said nonchalantly.

"But you don't have to worry about it. The great Ulmo is generous and resolute. He just expressed his appreciation for you, that's all. In fact, when Guan He said this to me, he couldn't be sure whether it was a sigh of emotion from Ulmo or a message that needed to be delivered by a messenger. But just to be safe, he still told me."

Lan shrugged and decided to pass over the subject.

But it must be said that his water-like swordsmanship, which was derived from the Ashina Style, was recognized by the master of all waters, which satisfied Lan En's little bit of complacency.

It was a starry night, and the gentle moonlight shone down with the starlight, sprinkling on the wasteland and the long lake system in the distance.

The scattered ice on the ice surface makes the reflection of light even more dreamy.

The clouds in the sky were outlined by the moonlight, making the world and the wasteland seem vast and boundless.

“It’s a beautiful world.”

Lan relaxed his shoulders, resting his elbows on the dwarf's guardrail, and the hot breath he exclaimed drifted away in the cold wind.

(End of this chapter)