Chapter 481 Rope skills are your strong point

Nordic, atrium world.

Galadriel looked at the vast snowfield in front of her and couldn't help but cast a strange look at a guide in front of her:

"Do you know the way?"

"The atrium, I'm super familiar with it!"

"But you've been taking us around for two days..."

Feeling the resentment from Galadriel, Loen couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Because he slept for hundreds of years, the magic coordinates had long since become invalid with the passage of time, resulting in serious deviations in the transmission. He had to reconfirm the way back to Heath Island.

At first, Loen was full of confidence and said that he could lead them to the right direction even with his eyes closed.

But soon, he discovered that with the end of the war between the gods of Asir and Vanir, the human community ushered in a period of peaceful development. The entire Midgard world had undergone earth-shaking changes. Many things he was familiar with no longer existed, and it was difficult to find the previous signposts.

So, Lorne took Rose and Galadriel wandering for two days, but all they saw was a vast snowfield, and they didn't even come across a few villages on the road. It was enough to see how desolate this place was, and it was far from the prosperous Heath Island he had mentioned.

Rose walked forward with a smile and spoke to save face for her new boss:

"Maybe the snow is so heavy that the previous roads are closed. How about we ask someone?"

“Good idea!”

Lorne immediately nodded in agreement and gave Rose an approving look.

Now, he probably understood why the ancient emperors liked to use treacherous ministers and flatterers even though they knew that they had serious moral flaws.

It’s nothing special, just easy and comfortable.

Seeing that the two people in the team voted in favor, Galadriel did not dwell on this issue too much. She nodded and followed the two people, and began to look for traces of villages and pedestrians nearby.

But because this place seemed too remote, the three of them walked around in the evening without seeing any trace of villages or towns.

As night fell, white fog rolled in from all around. Looking at the cold snow and gloomy woods, Galadriel couldn't help but feel depressed on her little face.

It looks like we'll have to spend the night in the snow again tonight.

As a pampered elf princess, she suffered all kinds of hardships she had never experienced before the first time she went out.

Just as Galadriel was about to complain, Rose's voice came from the front:

"There seems to be a fire ahead!"

Rose jumped down from the treetop and pointed out the location:

"Southeast, about 2 kilometers."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

When Galadriel heard the good news, she was immediately cheered up. She couldn't wait to pull Rose's arm and ran forward, completely forgetting the person she was supposed to protect.

Seeing this, Luo En's face darkened.

After spending these few days together, he gradually gained a clearer understanding of the personalities of his two elf subordinates.

Rose can be said to be the embodiment of the irredeemable evil of the dark elves. She is treacherous, cruel, capricious, and harbors malice towards almost everyone. She always covets the lives and magic of outsiders, wanting to turn them into food to strengthen herself. But she also knows how to read people's expressions, knows what can and cannot be done, and is good at hiding the malice in her heart and showing her harmless side.

Along the way, Rose's performance was almost impeccable. If Loen had not known the nature of the Spider Goddess very well, he might have really mistaken this woman for a dark elf who was devoted to the light.

In comparison, Galadriel seemed quite immature.

Although she is intelligent and perceptive, her sense of superiority as an immortal species occasionally exposes her shortcomings of pride and willfulness, which leads to her misjudgment and causes her to suffer greatly.

The change from 300 years of hard labor to life imprisonment was one time;

He was wary of Lorne and trusted Rose again.

Little did they know that Lorne was attracted by Galadriel's value and labor, while Rose wanted to bring the elven princess to evil and then control the entire race of light elves.

Forget it, the growth and maturity of intelligent life always requires a process.

Compared with the two gods Lao Deng in the team, she is still just an underage child and cannot be asked to do too much.

Lorne shook his head and followed reluctantly.

After a few breaths, the three followed the fire and came to an open space.

Bright yellow flames danced on the dry wood. The aroma of stewed mushrooms and dried meat emanated from the bubbling iron pot on the shelf. A tall figure wearing a gray and white hooded fur coat and holding two scabbarded swords on his back was squatting on the snow, setting up a tent.

"who?"

As the three men approached, the figure in front of the tent seemed to hear the crunching sound of boots stepping on the snow. He stood up suddenly and looked behind him. He raised his right hand and placed it on the hilt of the silver sword, taking a alert posture.

You can sense it from about 100 meters away? Good hearing and alertness.

So, not an ordinary person?

Lorne raised his head thoughtfully, examining the figure in front of the fire.

She was a tall young girl with beautiful emerald eyes, skin as white as snow, three-dimensional and handsome features, and long silver hair neatly tied behind her head.

The half-sword she pulled out from her back seemed to be made of mithril, and looked exquisite and sharp. The hilt was inlaid with gems that conducted magic power.

Not far away, a snow-white horse without a single spot of other colors was tied to a tree, lying quietly in the snow.

Various signs indicate that the girl had a wealthy family and was most likely of noble origin.

Moreover, the girl seemed to give him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

At this moment, the girl in front of the fire was also examining the three unexpected visitors in the forest.

Light elves, dark elves, and humans?

She was quite surprised by the complex composition of the team.

The fact that the two kinds of spirits who were said to be as incompatible as fire and water could actually follow the male human harmoniously made the girl vaguely think of a possibility, and her face instantly turned colder.

"Excuse me, we just arrived in Middle-earth and are not familiar with the place. I would like to ask how to get to Heather Island?"

With a crisp question, Galadriel stepped forward and humbly asked the girl for advice.

"You're going to Heath Island?" The girl was a little surprised, and then a smile appeared on her tense face. "It just so happens that I also have something to do there. If you don't mind, we can go together."

"That's great!" Galadriel was overjoyed and nodded in agreement.

Rose narrowed her eyes and said politely, "Isn't that too much trouble? Why don't you just tell us the location?"

The girl shook her head and smiled. "It's not a big deal. It's just on the way. There are only a few villages nearby. I guess you've been traveling all day. Why don't you sit down and rest your feet, eat something, and then we can set off together tomorrow morning."

Seeing that Rose wanted to say something, Lorne patted her on the shoulder and gladly accepted the girl's invitation:

"It's good to have someone to look after you. Thank you very much."

Then, the three of them sat down around the fire, and the girl served them hot broth and some frozen dry food for them to share.

Although the food was rough, it was a rather novel experience for the pampered Galadriel and the god Rose.

They followed the girl's example, soaking the wholesome bread until soft and eating it with the hot soup.

The stomachs that hadn't eaten for a long time suddenly felt a warm feeling, and a hint of comfort appeared on their faces.

Seeing that the two elves seemed to be eating very happily, the girl couldn't help but hand over a few more pieces of black bread, and at the same time couldn't help but look at Loen beside her a few more times.

Lorne interrupted the other party's gaze with a dry cough and asked with a smile:

"By the way, I haven't asked what your name is..."

"Zireael. My friends call me Zireael."

The girl answered casually, her eyes flickering slightly.

Galadriel was a little surprised when she heard the Elvish-sounding phrase:

"swallow?"

"Well, my godmother is a quarter elven, so she gave me this name."

The silver-haired girl nodded in response, her eyes a little vague.

Half-elves are hybrids of elves and other species (mainly humans). They are slightly taller and stronger than other elves, but are unblessed aliens.

Due to the obvious differences between individuals, the elves are very hostile to half-elves. They do not consider them to be elves at all and are unclean beings. Although humans are more tolerant of them because of their beautiful looks, they are also very hostile to their half-elven bloodline.

Therefore, it was inevitably a bit awkward to reveal this matter to two pure-blooded elves.

However, Galadriel showed no disdain at all. Instead, she asked with great interest:

"There is actually an elven bloodline living in Middle-earth? I've never seen one before! What's her name? We can get to know each other if we have a chance."

"Yennefer..."

Facing Galadriel's inquisitive gaze, the girl answered subconsciously.

"puff!"

When Loen, who was standing by, heard the name, he couldn't help but spit out the broth in his mouth.

All of a sudden, the three of them looked over at the same time.

"Ahem, sorry, I drank too fast and choked accidentally. You guys continue."

Lorne responded with a dry cough, raising his hand to pat his chest to regulate his breathing.

The three of them did not suspect anything and continued chatting casually.

It seemed that because of the elven blood as a bond, the atmosphere on the field gradually became warmer. Under Galadriel's questioning, the silver-haired girl nicknamed "Swallow" also recounted her experience of meeting her godmother.

When she was a child, she was rather naughty. One day, she got separated from her servants and accidentally wandered into the Brokilon Forest.

That is the reserve of the dryads, providing protection for dryads, half-elves, unicorns and other fantasy creatures, and humans are forbidden to enter.

Generally speaking, humans captured by dryads will be forced to take the legendary water of Brokilon and transformed into dryads as punishment.

But fortunately, she met Yennefer, an elven sorceress who lived in seclusion in the Brokilon Forest.

Yennefer felt sorry for her and took her out of the Brokilon Forest and returned her to her parents.

And out of gratitude for the lady's kindness, her parents asked Yennefer to become her godmother and protect her growth.

Thus, the two of them became friends.

Perhaps because of this relationship, she has a very good impression of elves.

At this moment, after listening to the girl's self-introduction, Loen finally confirmed the identity of the girl in front of him and where the sense of familiarity came from.

Cirilla Fiona Allen Lianlon, nicknamed Cirilla, is a member of the royal family of the Northern Kingdom of Cintra and the granddaughter of Calanthe, the Lioness of Cintra. Because of her strong character and the powerful "ancient blood" she inherited in her body, she showed an outstanding fighting talent at a young age and was also called the "Cintra Cub".

The reason why Lorne knew all this was because the girl Ciri in front of him, like Galadriel, was also a character born from a story in his mind.

Before we figure out what impact the intervention of The Lord of the Rings will have on the Nordic world, The Witcher is here again...

Luo En rubbed his slightly sore temples, feeling depressed.

The strength of this human girl is not a concern; what worries him is her future fate.

As the stories in his mind merged into the "Great Symphony" of the Nordic world, the originally clear trajectory of his destiny became messy.

Not to mention the one-eyed king Odin, even if the three goddesses of the Norns personally took action, they might not be able to predict the fate of the entire Nordic world.

On the other hand, although these lives were originally just imaginary stories in his mind, in the process of being transformed into reality by the power of destiny, they also underwent adjustments to adapt to the rules of the world and were given real meaning.

For example, Ciri in the story would be adopted by a witcher, but now she is rescued from the dryad forest by a sorceress of elven descent, which naturally connects to the current background of the Nordic world.

The same was true for Holo, Hela, Rose, and Galadriel before.

If this continues, more and more of Loen's memories will be assimilated by this world.

In the end, perhaps he will become one of the "story", composing a plot called "Twilight of the Gods", and thus be obliterated in the flames of that doomsday.

It seems that we need to find the source of these changes as soon as possible.

Just as Loen was thinking seriously, the three women ended their conversation happily, and this chance dinner also came to an end.

"Sorry, I only have one tent. Although it's spacious inside, it's not very suitable for the opposite sex to enter." Ciri said apologetically.

Luo En smiled and acted very generously: "It's okay, you guys go in and rest, I'll sleep outside."

Ciri nodded happily, then took the hands of the two elves and went into the tent.

As the night deepened, the camp became quiet.

Listening to the three gradually steady breathing sounds, Ciri slowly opened her eyes, quietly got up and walked out of the tent, then tiptoed to the fire.

At this time, the handsome young man who had participated in the dinner earlier was sleeping soundly on the side.

Ciri turned around and made a "hush" gesture to her beloved horse, then gently pulled out another fine steel sword from behind her and placed it on the man's neck.

As if he felt the chill on his neck, the man woke up from his sleep and looked at the steel sword across his neck in surprise and astonishment:

"Jiweier, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!"

Ciri moved the steel sword in his hand upwards a little, snorted coldly,

"If you want to live, tell me honestly how to remove the slave marks on those two elves."

Luo En was slightly stunned, and it took him a while to react:

"You take me for a slave trader?"

"What else?"

Ciri asked disdainfully with a sneer on her face.

"This is the courtyard, not the Elf Kingdom. How can an ordinary person bring two pure-blooded elves out? Moreover, they are two different breeds, one black and one white. You have a wide range of hobbies."

"Couldn't they have followed me voluntarily?"

"Do you think I'm a kid? Don't give me that! The light elves and the dark elves are mortal enemies. They basically stab each other when they meet. How can they be so happy? Moreover, they even eat black bread so deliciously. They must have been hungry all the time! It's your bad luck to meet me. If you honestly remove the slave mark, I can spare your life. Otherwise..."

The girl raised the steel sword in her hand with a righteous look on her face.

Faced with this situation, Luo En didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said helplessly:

"Forget it, how to solve it? You should ask the following."

later?

Ciri was stunned for a moment, then the back of her neck felt heavy, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly took over her brain, and her body fell straight into someone's arms.

Under the moonlight, the air moved like water waves.

The spider goddess Rose showed up in a graceful figure, playing with the purple-black dagger in her hand while looking at the fallen Ciri with a smile:

"Sir, would you like me to strip her clothes for you?"

"No need to strip, it's cold today."

Lorne's answer was quite sympathetic, but his subsequent additions revealed his true nature.

"It's better to hang him up. Rope skills are your strong point."

(End of this chapter)