"Archer, I think you can retire!" Devalin said to Qili, the original archer in the team.

Qili: "…"

The dwarves stood on the wasteland where a few orcs and corpses were lying, and each of them was leaning on weapons. They looked up and stared at the direction they came from afar, but they could only see a vast and withered yellow scenery. The wind seemed to have become tangible, and whenever it passed the wasteland, it would raise waves on the ground.

At first glance, it seemed that the orcs and wolves could not be seen at all, but they all knew that the escape was full of dangers. It was the exquisite fighting between Anyang and the orcs that resulted in their victory reversal.

But nature is so broad-minded. No matter how evil orcs or wolves are, they can't make any noise when they fall quietly on this wasteland, and they will definitely not be able to keep anything.

Ruthon Thorin, the heir of Turin's bloodline, and Ruth Gandalf, the wizard who came down to earth, was so small when walking on this wasteland, and from a distance he looked like an ant.

"Oh, where did we go..." Bahrain said his true purpose of gazing in the distance.

They had been following Gandalf before, and had already lost their original direction and were only concerned about getting rid of the orc pursuits. Now they didn't know where they were running. There were also a vast area behind Huiwang. When they looked up, the thick clouds just covered the sun, making it difficult to distinguish between east, west, south and north.

Gandalf glanced at Anyang who was returning the bow and arrow to Qili, and said, "Qili's arrows are used up, we need to find a place to replenish the arrows."

"Agree, my biscuits and water were also lost during the escape. I need to find a place to replenish it."

"But do you really have a place to replenish supplies in these wilderness mountains?" Thorin questioned.

"Yes." Gandalf was silent, turned around and walked into a forest, saying, "Come with me."

Everyone looked suspicious, but they chose to believe him.

The horse was so tired that he stopped as soon as he walked into the forest. There were both dead grass on the wasteland and shade in the woods, and a stream flowing by, which was the best place to trim and restore physical strength.

"Well! This water is good, very clear!"

"Is that so? I'm thirsty too!"

The dwarves fetched water from the stream to drink, and the horses stretched their necks to drink water a little lowered, and then walked outside to eat hay or rest silently.

"puff!"

A war horse roared with its nose.

"Thanks to you this time, the archer!" Bahrain, whose hair and beard were white, walked over with a water bag and said.

"It's okay." Anyang smiled.

"Stop saying those words. No matter what, we owe you a favor. If it weren't for you, maybe we wouldn't have escaped!" Balin said sincerely, arousing the deep approval of the dwarves.

"Oh well."

Before he had a rest, Gandalf said, "It's time to set off. Guys, no one can guarantee whether there are any orcs behind him. We should leave here quickly. If necessary, maybe we can change the road. Now everyone follows me!"

"Go into the forest?" Devalin frowned.

"Do you have any objection?"

"No, I mean, do you really remember how to go? You won't remember it wrong!"

"I'm not confused yet!" Gandalf pretended to be angry and leaned on his cane, then turned over to the horse, and walked towards the depths of the dense forest.

Everyone had no choice but to follow them.

"Maybe he is right. At this time, the target on the wasteland is too obvious. Passing through the forest is a little safer." Bahrain looked up at the sky. The wind blew the clouds, revealing the blue sky and the sun. With a little discerning the forest, he knew that even if there was a deviation in this direction, he would not go far. At most, he would just take a detour!

"Let's go, we have no choice!"

Gandalf initially took them through the dense forest and soon found a path. Although it was not wide, the road surface was relatively good, and there were traces of horse hooves trampling.

As he walked along this road, he went deeper and deeper, the doubts in Thorin's eyes became heavier and heavier.

I don't know how long I walked, but the peaks and the winding circles were turned and bent until I crossed a mountain and my eyes suddenly became clear.

It was a fairy tale-like fairyland. The exquisite buildings were backed by the steep mountains, forming palaces layer by layer. Waterfalls like white silk were scattered in the palaces, hanging down, and the winding rivers hit white foam. The autumn season brought the vegetation between the mountains to appear colorful.

Anyang seemed to hear the sound of a waterfall hanging down. His eyes passed through thousands of meters away and saw the arch bridges and corridors connecting the scattered palaces, mostly crossing across the sky or going straight upward, which added a lot of magnificence to this fairy tale.

It is like the residence depicted in the epic.

"Imlaris Valley." Gandalf walked to the front with a cane, "but people usually call it another name, Rivendell."

"Rivendale." Baggins stared blankly, staring ahead, with a hint of dullness and shock in his eyes.

This is the fairyland temple depicted in countless human books in Middle-earth. Even those knight novels and stories mentioned by minstrels will depict it as a very sacred place. Therefore, the name Rivendell is probably the most innocent and longing for in the hearts of many human children.

Baggins dreamed of coming here since he was a child. At that time, he ran away from home every day, in the fields and in the woods, eager to find traces of elves, dreaming of accidentally finding the legendary Rivendell.

But when he grew up, he knew that it was almost a fairy tale, and never thought that he would come here again.

"Fate is so magical!" he murmured.

Thorin finally realized it suddenly, walked to Gandalf, twitched the sword and leaned on the ground, and said, "This is what you said, the supply land. You actually asked us to seek funding from the enemy!"

"There are no enemies here, Thorin Oak Shield. The only hostility you can find in this valley is the one you brought with you. Besides that, there is only kindness." Gandalf stared into Thorin's eyes and called out his name, which shows that he was already a little angry at Thorin's stubbornness.

"You think the elves will bless our adventure? They will try to stop us!"

"Of course, they will, but will they succeed?"

"Of course not! Never!"

"Will that be fine?" Gandalf continued to stare into Thorin's eyes. "If we want to succeed, we must have strategies, help from others, respect each other, and a great charm. I am familiar with the elves, so you leave the communication task to me, and you will control your own temper."

“…”

About half an hour later, it was approaching dusk, and the sky was golden in color, as if a god was about to come to the world.

The valley is heavier in moisture, with a thin layer of fog rising, and the golden sunlight shining from the distant mountain tops, appearing in pieces, reflecting the fog, making Rivendell even more dreamy.

Watching this Elf Fortress up close, its beauty is almost invisible.

Autumn colors decorate its colors just right, which is the favorite pigment in fairy tales. Both the light and the colors are so soft and beautiful. The exquisite statues and magnificent palaces linger in the golden sky. The mountains, waterfalls and green grass and stones form its background. A staircase paved with white marble leads to the distance.

"oh……"

Anyang heard Baggins' soft scream.

There were two elves guards in front, wearing fine light golden armor, holding spears in their hands, fully armed, and they looked very well equipped, and they were straight and tall, motionless, as if two works of art standing there.

Instead of approaching the guards, everyone stopped in a clearing area surrounded by torches, looked around, nervously on guard, and waiting for the reception.

Soon, an elf in a delicate robe walked out, and he passed over the guards and looked straight at Gandalf.

“Mislanda.”

"Ah Lind!" Gandalf turned around and showed surprise when he heard someone calling his elf's name.

The elves named Lind don't look young, but for the age of the elves, no one knows how old he is this year. He did not overreact Gandalf's enthusiasm, and stopped after he went down the stairs. He seemed to have a natural arrogant expression on his face. He raised his head slightly and looked at Gandalf: "I heard you are in the valley."

"Yes, I'll look for Lord Alon!"

"Lord Ailon is not here." Lin De said lightly.

"Not here?" Gandalf frowned and asked, "Where is he?"

Just then, a long horn sounded from behind.

Gandalf immediately turned around and saw a team of elves approaching from the overpass corridor behind. A person wearing fine armor behind was Lord Elrond, the actual controller of this city, known as King Elrond.

The dwarves were panicked and all ran forward to drag Bakins to the back, forming a ball with weapons in hand.

"Be careful!"

The elves also noticed their high-rise and immediately rode their horses, surrounded them with flag guns or spears, and kept circling around them, staring at the group of peasant warriors who seemed to come from the countryside. Yes, compared with the well-equipped and well-trained elves, the dwarf warriors wearing black linen and ugly armor, holding hammers or axes, were like mobs coming from the countryside!

In addition to Gandalf, Anyang was the only one who was calm. He also patted Baggins on the shoulder and said to him softly: "Don't be nervous, it's impossible to fight."

"You should say this to them." Baggins pointed at the dwarves who were facing a great enemy, his voice trembling slightly.

"I'm afraid they won't listen to me." An Yang shrugged and signaled Baggins to relax. Then he looked up at the elves of the shiny and exquisite armor and extremely handsome looking elves, and said, "Don't you really want to see elves? Look, there are so many elves in front of you, and you can see enough now, at least they won't charge like circus clowns."
Chapter completed!