Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1147 1129. The Wizard's Truth

"Who says it isn't? This is a beautiful world."

Gandalf agreed with a chuckle.

"You still have a lot of places to go, Lan. This is just a small part of the world."

"I am destined to miss many sights, but I will also see many sights." Lan En said with relief. "But do you have any recommendations? Although I may not have the time to see them with my own eyes, it should be nice to hear about them."

"Gondor, where there is a White City, magnificent and majestic. You have seen Rivendell where Elrond is, but the forest of Lothlórien where Lady Galadriel rules, that golden forest is also beautiful."

Gandalf puffed on his pipe and stroked his unkempt beard with a smile.

"There are so many beautiful places, Lan. It would be difficult for me to describe everything I have seen and heard."

Lan En first nodded in agreement, but then changed the subject.

"Then that Glorfindel"

The witcher raised his finely shaped chin towards the mountain of Elbor.

Looking inside from the open platform on the mountain, you can see the harmonious scene of elves and dwarves singing and drinking together on the dwarves' banquet stone.

The elf who suddenly appeared on the battlefield today and was unstoppable was talking to Thranduil.

The Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom was introducing his son to him.

It seems that Glorfindel should be an elder even among the elves.

"Where is he from?"

As if he was aware of the gaze, Glorfindel, who was talking to Legolas in the distance, turned around naturally and raised his glass to greet Lan.

"Him? Ah, he is also an old friend of mine. Like Lady Galadriel, he is also a rare light elf in Middle-earth today."

Lann raised his brow at Gandalf's words.

He still remembered the distinction between the light elves and the dark elves in this world: whether they had bathed in the light of the two sacred trees before the appearance of the sun and the moon.

"Glorfindel now resides in Rivendell, but unfortunately he was away during the weeks you were there. Otherwise you would have met long ago."

At this point, Gandalf put down the hand that was holding the pipe, patted the [Striking Sword] Glamdring at his waist, and said with an amused smile.

"The two swords of Thorin and I should actually be given to him to identify. He once ruled the country and fought side by side with the holders of these two swords."

Gondolin, the city built by the Elves in the First Age.

Lan remembered that when Elrond talked about the origins of the Sword of Striking and the Sword of Beast Bite, he mentioned this city.

"That city fell, to the armies of Morgoth, and to the Balrogs."

Lan En said doubtfully.

"He survived that?"

"Survived? No, no, no." Gandalf said with emotion, "Although he is polite and well-mannered now, he was a tough guy back then."

"He took the initiative to stop a powerful enemy at the time."

"Then he died, with Borog the Balrog in Gondolin."

The witcher looked in amazement at the blond elf on the banquet rock in the mountains.

The Balrogs were the Maia who were corrupted by Morgoth, and were gods born from the thoughts of Ilúvatar.

Glorfindel
"You say he is dead, but he does not now enter the halls of Mandos."

"Because the Valar admired his courage, kindness and justice, they resurrected him. And sent him to cross from the Blessed Land to the East, back to Middle-earth, to fight against evil."

Lan chuckled and looked at Glorfindel in the distance with interest.

An elven warrior capable of fighting fallen gods.

But Lan's next words had nothing to do with him.

"I think I understand a little bit about who you wizards are, Gandalf."

"Oh?" The old wizard also exhaled a puff of smoke with interest, which turned into a thin line flying in the sky. "Tell me about it, I'm also very interested."

"Ghannur, the Wind Lord, is the messenger of the Valar. Glorfindel once walked out of Valinor in his reborn form and sailed east to Middle-earth. They are all old acquaintances of yours."

The witcher looked at Gandalf with a strange look.

"I take it you are a Maia, Gandalf? Five wizards in all, all Maia?"

The old wizard didn't say anything, but just puffed on his pipe and scratched his face with his dirty nails from time to time.

"I'm not sure, Lan."

After a long time, Gandalf shrugged his shoulders, with a playful tone like an old naughty boy.

"I still know some of my friends, and I remember those friendships. But at the same time, I have lost a large part of my memories and knowledge." "Are we Maia? Perhaps, after all, in order to protect this world, this fragile little ball of earth floating in the void, the Holy Ilúvatar has forbidden overly powerful forces from entering Middle-earth from Valinor."

"Perhaps we can only be sure of this when we have fulfilled our destiny. But at this moment, I am no different from a dwarf, an elf, or a human."

"I am just a life fighting for justice and kindness."

Lan nodded and once again looked out at the majestic night outside the Lonely Mountain. He accepted this statement.

"Hey, Gandalf, since you are so powerful, can I ask you something?"

The witcher's tone suddenly became mercenary and cunning, and he spoke to the old wizard with a smile.

"Well, why don't you tell me first?"

The old wizard was experienced and responded with a perfunctory smile.

"This is what happened." Lan En rubbed his hands, squatted down and moved closer to the old wizard.

"Look, my armor was in good condition when I came here, but now it has been rubbed by Smaug's dragon fire and is completely falling apart."

"And that dragon, its scales are indestructible, and its wing membranes can collect air and create hurricanes! I wonder if we can make the best use of them?"

Gandalf nodded, his pipe between his teeth. "You want to use the material from Smaug to make armor?"

"But it is difficult, because Smaug's scales are so strong that they are difficult to process. And the evil spirit of the dragon, just the remnants in the pile of gold almost drove Thorin crazy, let alone wearing its remains on his body."

"Evil spirits don't matter." Lan En said calmly, "I killed it. I'm not afraid of it if it's alive, so why would I be afraid of it if it's dead?"

In fact, after going through many worlds, the armor that Lan En prefers is the Isu technology creation from the ancient Greek world.

This kind of armor of the forerunner civilization has a built-in protective shield function. If the shield is not broken, you will not die. Even if the kidney is stabbed, the person will be fine. The armor also has additional functions and intelligent settings.

That’s the good thing about high technology: it makes it comfortable to use.

But unfortunately, the creations of Isu technology are rare, and as soon as they are used, they begin to count down to the decline of power.

It only took Cassandra two years to destroy countless Isu technological creations.

After all, the Isu civilization era is too ancient, and these technological products have been abandoned for too long.

Being able to dig it out and still use it is a manifestation of strength.

This is the armor that Lan En favors in terms of technology.

In terms of materials, there is no doubt that the variety of biological materials in the New World is dazzling.

That vibrant and prosperous ecosystem gave birth to a variety of powerful creatures that were always evolving.

Hunters hunt monsters, then transform the monsters' materials into their own weapons and armor.

During this process, truly powerful armor and weapons will deliberately preserve the monster's [essence] when forging, allowing the armor to retain some of the monster's characteristics when it was alive.

But while being powerful, the [essence] of these monsters will of course corrode and oppress the wearer.

It is said that hunters who cannot afford advanced equipment but try to be tough often end up with a bad outcome.

Lan En is very fond of the armor of the New World. If one really wants to pursue advanced armor produced with this kind of technology and environment, then adapting to the oppression of the armor on the user is a necessary process.

Smaug's evil spirit was not unacceptable to Lan. In fact, it was a tool that made him adaptable in advance.

"Oh, that's good." The old wizard said innocently, as if he didn't realize anything. "It's reasonable for a warrior to want stronger armor."

"It's reasonable, but the material of Smaug's body... It seems that no one has ever made armor with dragon scales? There is no technology or drawings at all. Aren't you a Maia? Use your wisdom to help!"

Although Gandalf does not look like the Valar, the god of forge, creator of the dwarves - Aulë, the Maiar of that realm.

But after all, he is a god born from the mind of the God of Creation. It should be okay for him to make an armor design on the spot, right?
"Unfortunately, no."

Gandalf showed regret on his face, but in Lan's eyes, this guy was obviously laughing in his heart!
"I told you, Lan En. My mind is in a daze and I have lost a lot of knowledge, wisdom and memory. Please don't embarrass the old man!"

As he spoke, Gandalf stood up tremblingly, as if he was not the one who could chop off the ogre's head with a sword in broad daylight.

Looking at the old wizard who was acting directly, Lan En's mouth twitched, but there was really nothing he could do.

The banquet in Lonely Mountain continues.

Although the King under the Mountain could only briefly attend some important moments due to his serious injuries, the elves and humans fully understood this as comrades who had just fought side by side against the invaders.

The next morning, the humans who were unable to pursue the remaining orcs were first invited to discuss post-war matters with Thorin, and Lan was invited to listen as a witness.

Thorin announced that he recognized Bard's inheritance rights to Dale City and paid gold to humans as agreed, enough gold to rebuild Dale City and Long Lake Town.

Next to it is the national treasure from the Woodland Kingdom, the relic of Thranduil's wife, which has always been placed in a prominent place in the treasure house, a white gem sparkling with starlight.

The treasure was returned to its original owner. Although Thranduil still looked unhappy when he saw Thorin, at least he would not subconsciously think that Thror's grandson would still be a thief.

(End of this chapter)