Chapter 280 Test
2960, Beihetao.
"Levi, I really think that the names 'Hebei' and 'Henan' sound nice. They are very suitable both in terms of geographical location and their own characteristics."
“And it’s easy to understand without losing its meaning.”
By the river, Bud kept muttering to himself.
Levi turned his back to Bud and sat silently on a small stool fishing.
"If you mention this again, I'll get angry with you."
"All right."
Bud sighed and gave up.
No matter how hard he scratched his head, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with this name.
"Since our 'Lord of the North' has said so, I will of course choose to obey."
When he heard this title, Levi felt numb again.
There's no way around it, people always like to come up with some random names, even though these names are quite consistent with the actual situation.
"In fact, if you just crown yourself High King in the North, no one will say anything."
"That's none of your business, Gandalf?"
Levi suddenly turned around and saw an old man in a gray robe standing behind him.
Plop.
There was a sound in the water, and Levi lifted the rod and saw it was a salmon.
The fish was thrown into the bucket, and the bucket became a fish bucket.
“It’s a nice day today.”
Gandalf sat down beside him and greeted him formally, "Good afternoon."
"Nice weather?"
Levi and Bud looked up at the same time, only to see that the sky was full of gray-yellow clouds mixed with unclean things, and the sun was blurry, as if it was separated by a not very translucent curtain.
This is already the norm for brownfield sites.
There would be no bright sunlight and no clear sky.
It is also because of this that the Orcs can roam around the land unhindered and move around quite conveniently.
This was also what Soran expected, or perhaps this was the purpose of his burning the land.
Gandalf smiled and said, "I believe the clouds will disperse."
"It will all dissipate one day."
“It’s hard to say.”
Levi had no expectations.
Don’t be fooled by the lush greenery surrounding these two cities by the river, with trees and grass stretching as far as the eye can see.
But the land is still the same land, lifeless. Except for the special plants provided by Levi, nothing else can survive.
"Huh?"
Thinking of this, Levi suddenly had an idea.
yes.
If the original soil of the brown land is not good, you can transplant some grass blocks from other places! Then shovel away the top layer of soil, replace it with normal soil, and then let the grass blocks slowly spread outwards, then this place can be turned into a real green land.
"I've thought of something."
Levi put this on his to-do list.
Gandalf nodded and said, "It seems that next time I come here I will be able to see two different cities."
“It’s worth looking forward to.”
After talking about the environment, Gandalf brought up the topic that he had just skipped: "Why don't you consider becoming the 'High King of the North' and commanding the princes? This is a title that many kings throughout the ages have longed for."
The title of High King is not something that an ordinary king who only rules over a certain ethnic group has the right to use.
It itself represents a great dignity, just like Manwë, the head of the Valar and the ruler of Arda (the world), whose title is 'High King of Arda'.
"I can place the crown on your head myself, and you will become the only High King in Middle-earth."
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Gandalf’s gentle and kind words seemed to carry a kind of magic that tempted people to uncontrollably fantasize.
Even Bud was caught.
The only supreme king in Middle-earth today, what an honor that is!
"I really want to be your helper?"
Levi broke the atmosphere with just one sentence.
Gandalf was stunned and immediately curled his lips.
"Okay, okay, you don't need it."
The old wizard was choked by these words and stood up, ready to leave on the spot.
After taking just two steps, he turned back.
"Really not considering it?"
"I have no interest in such a title. Let's discuss it later."
"good."
Hearing this affirmative answer, Gandalf sat down with a smile on his face, no longer showing the anger he had shown earlier.
He said meaningfully: "You are still the same as before, not caring about power at all."
"that power?"
Levi shook his head.
"It doesn't do anything for me, and I don't crave it."
"If I have to give a reason, I would say: I'm not interested."
Gandalf lit his pipe, took a drag, and said, "Well, Lord in the North—Lord of nearly all the lands in the North—Levi."
“That’s quite appropriate.”
Well-deserved.
"But one thing is for another. If you want to do it one day, I will support you."
This time the voice was not at all misleading, it was just an ordinary and warm voice.
Plop.
Another fish was caught.
It's a puffy pufferfish.
Levi did not respond to the previous sentence. He grabbed the pufferfish, shook it in front of Gandalf, and said, "This thing is stronger than the strongest wine. How about I grill it for you to try?"
"Oh, really? I suggest you keep this delicacy for yourself. An old man like me can't enjoy it."
Gandalf leaned back.
I've never seen this thing, right?
“What a pity.”
Then it can only be used to make medicine.
After a while, Levi's daily fishing activities ended. He built a bonfire on the spot and grilled the various fish he caught.
After a while, the fish were grilled one after another. Gandalf picked up the one closest to him, blew on it twice, and took a bite.
Very fragrant.
After eating a few bites, he put the fish down for the time being and said, "I really didn't expect that you could occupy even the Brown Land. This has been the paradise of the Orcs for thousands of years."
“Now they can’t have fun.”
"yes."
Gandalf agreed.
"The Orcs' space has been reduced once again. They were once everywhere in the wilderness of Rhovanion."
"But now, this is no longer 'the Great Wilderness'. It has a claim."
The Kingdom of Rhovanion can be considered to have been revived, in another way.
But now it is no longer a kingdom, but just a governing area, or it can be called a 'province'.
Looking at the map again at this moment, Gondor, Rohan, and the Free Cities - the iron wall formed by free humans firmly blocks the huge threats from Mordor and the east and south, and maintains the peace of the many ethnic groups behind them.
In this situation, Sauron must be feeling very uncomfortable.
But there is no breakthrough...
Gandalf was thinking about it, and when he looked up, he saw Levi sprinkle some seasoning on Bard's grilled fish. Bard took a bite and looked very enjoyable.
"That's why I came here."
After taking a bite of grilled fish, the fatigue from working for a whole morning was somewhat relieved.
Gandalf just looked at Levi and said nothing.
A moment later, Levi and Bud, who had finished eating the grilled fish, stood aside. They looked at the brown land and discussed the future land greening matters.
Behind the scenes, Gandalf was sitting alone with the seasoning given by Levi, staring at the fish roasting by the campfire.
"Ent."
After Levi and Bard finished discussing the business, Gandalf, who had been silent all the time, suddenly mentioned a word.
Levi certainly knew what Gandalf was talking about.
The Ents, also known as the tree people of Fangorn Forest, usually take root in the ground in the form of trees and fall into a deep sleep for thousands of years. Some of them never wake up after sleeping and directly turn into real big trees.
It is worth mentioning that the Ents are very powerful in combat. They are stronger than ogres and stronger than behemoths. They can crush hard stones easily and it is common for them to break iron with one punch.
In fact, trolls are the crude creation of Morgoth imitating the Ents, just like Orcs are to Elves, the gap between the two is quite large.
After attracting Levi's attention, Gandalf continued: "Although I know this is not your main purpose, and you may not even notice it at all - but I want to say that some good things will always have good results."
"The Ents will know your deeds from the land."
“They will be delighted.”
(End of this chapter)
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