Falsifying history is good business

"You are lying, Gandalf." Lin You did not intend to follow the wizard's wishes. He bluntly exposed the other party's lies. "Although I come from a foreign land, I am not an ignorant child. You have a connection with the 'Vera', but you are not willing to tell me. Instead, you want to use me to target the 'Holy White Council'."

The gray-robed wizard's expression suddenly froze.

When words like "lying" and "taking advantage" appear, they can be regarded as a severe accusation; more importantly, Lin You's accusation is not wrong. Although Gandalf has not returned to Aman for thousands of years, he still maintains some connection with the "Vala".

For example, the giant eagles who acted as messengers and spies for the "Vera" rescued Gandalf more than once and also delivered messages for him.

Gandalf's mind was full of thoughts; he wanted to deny it, or ask the other party if he had any evidence, but looking at Lin You's serious expression, he didn't dare to do so seriously, because this would give people the impression that he was trying to deny it.

Even the dwarves who were a dozen steps away noticed that the atmosphere had become tense.

Faced with the aggressive questioning, the gray-robed wizard held his pipe in his mouth for a long time without saying a word. His puffing frequency became faster and faster, making people wonder if he wanted to cleanse his lungs with the smoke.

"Perhaps... you are right. If necessary, I can indeed help you send a letter to Aman, but I am not sure whether I can deliver it or attract the attention of the Valar." Gandalf weighed his words word by word. "The problem is... even if the Valar get the news, they may not be willing to leave Aman. It is very likely that they will hand the problem over to the White Council in the end. So, in my opinion, instead of going around in circles and returning to the starting point, why don't you try to talk to the council directly?"

The ball was kicked back again, and it was Lin You's turn to make the judgment. This is the most annoying part of "diplomatic work". Every topic, every question and answer is full of temptation and uncertainty. Participants have to find the right path in the maze of countless words. Only those who judge the right direction can get what they want.

Isn't it that the reason why those decisive and powerful quotes in the diplomatic arena are so impressive is because they are so rare?
At this moment, several wolf howls came from far away, interrupting everyone's conversation.

The dwarves immediately became alert; as the orcs' mortal enemies and warriors who had fought them to the death on the battlefield many times, the thirteen Durin dwarves present were very familiar with the howling of the wargs.

As soon as the howling stopped, two huge black shadows jumped out from the woods; the dwarves, who had been on guard, used swords, bows and crossbows and quickly killed the two wolves.

"The wargs are coming. The orcs must be not far away. We have to leave quickly." The leader of the dwarves called out to Gandalf loudly. When the battle between the dwarves and the wargs broke out, Lin You and the two wizards just watched without taking any action.

Hearing the dwarves' call, Lin You not only did not respond, but walked in the direction where the wolf came from.

"Hey, do you want to run into the orcs head-on?" Someone among the dwarves shouted, but still got no response. "Don't worry about him, let's go quickly... Gandalf, we should go this way!"

Amid the noisy chatter of the dwarves' husky voices, they were surprised to find that Gandalf was actually moving in the same direction as Lin You.

The forest was not big, and Lin You walked to the edge of the forest in a few steps. Facing him was a gentle slope of hills with a wide view, covered with green grass. As far as the eye could see, no less than 20 horses came from the back of the hill to the top of the mountain, and then went down the gentle slope and rushed towards the forest.

Lin You's indifferent eyes vividly demonstrated what it meant to be "arrogant" - if orcs were considered human. At this time, he was still talking to the gray-robed wizard slowly: "During this trip to Arda, I have always been sincere and patient, trying to solve the problems of the two worlds as peacefully as possible."

"Patience is a virtue." The gray-robed wizard answered in the most concise language.

Facing the charging wolf rider, Gandalf was not as indifferent as Lin You. The power of the "Maia" was indeed very strong, but their "skin" was also very brittle; if they were cut by a knife, they would still bleed, and if they bleed too much, their flesh would also die.

The reason why Gandalf was able to stand here now was what Radagast had told him about Lin You’s achievements in Dol Guldur.

The wolf charged at a very fast speed. In a blink of an eye, it had crossed most of the gentle slope and entered the stage of speeding up and sprinting.

Seeing that Gandalf had lost his mind, the dwarves, after trying to persuade him in vain, turned around and left, led by their leader, preparing to retreat into the forest to make further plans.

It is an obvious fact that unless there is a strict military formation or occupying a favorable terrain, infantry in the cold weapon era must not try to confront cavalry head-on; although the dwarves do not understand the kinetic energy formula and the relationship between mass, speed and energy, it does not prevent them from understanding the reason. The dwarf riots did not affect Lin You. The writer took in more than 20 wolves, and a blazing fire began to burn in his eyes; but his voice was still calm and indifferent.

"No one's patience is infinite, and I don't have high expectations for the effect of 'virtue'. I can go to Rivendell and promise to have a calm exchange with the 'Holy White Council'; but I hope you understand that this is the last time I will show my patience."

As soon as the words fell, before Gandalf could respond, the flames in Lin You's eyes materialized on the material level; the terrifying high temperature instantly burned through the Orcs' simple armor, biting into their flesh and bones. As for the wolves, their dirty, greasy fur was the most favorite carrier of the flames, and they even felt the fatal pain before the Orc knights on their backs.

Pain can easily bring out the wild.

The wolves in the front knocked down the Orc knights who were also on fire one after another; they either jumped and ran away in no direction, or rolled on the ground trying to put out the flames, but all were in vain. No matter what choice they made, they would eventually be burned to ashes by the flames amid their wailing.

The burning orcs died faster than the wargs, dying instantly as the flames burned through their flesh and into their internal organs, leaving only their lifeless bodies to serve as fuel.

The lagging Wolf Riders were terrified and stopped in their tracks, trying to avoid their colleagues who were on fire. Their reactions were quick, but the flames seemed to have their own spirits and took the initiative to find those orcs who thought they had successfully escaped danger.

As a result, the wailing inevitably spread, even attracting the fleeing dwarves to turn back.

"By Turin, is that a fire in Mahal's furnace?" muttered the oldest dwarf with the longest beard; he was the only dwarf who still remembered how to speak.

The so-called Mahal is the dwarfs' name for Aulë, the god of craftsmen.

Chased by the flames, the wills of the wolf riders quickly collapsed; they turned their wolves' heads and urged their mounts to flee, but they didn't know that the same terrible fate was waiting for them on the way back.

The fire in Lin You's eyes faded, replaced by countless sharp blades flashing with cold light.

The orcs and wargs who were running for their lives the previous second were cut into pieces by countless invisible blades the next moment; smelly pieces of meat and bones were scattered all over the grass, and flowers of blood bloomed in the air.

There is an invisible line that cannot be crossed between the gentle slope and the top of the hill.

Living and dying at the same time.

No, it should be said that both sides are dead; because there is still an unyielding flame following the orcs like a shadow.

Two days later, what happened in Dol Guldur happened again on the other side of the Misty Mountains; although the target was changed, the result was the same. The wailing sound rose and fell in an extremely short time, and then everything returned to peace.

"After talking with the White Council, no matter what the result is, you must give me accurate information about at least one of the two, Valar and Soran."

Lin You slowly turned his head, and the gentle slope of the hill with smoke rising and blood and flesh flying everywhere became his most convincing background.

"As you wish." Gandalf's smile disappeared from his face and he made the promise seriously and solemnly.

"So, the last time?"

"I am absolutely sure that this will be the last time." (End of this chapter)