Chapter 335 Abnormality
When the reinforcements appeared, especially the leader, on the battlefield, the outcome was already determined.
The Orcs were immediately thrown into chaos and unable to organize any effective counterattack.
The leader was beheaded immediately, fell straight to the ground, and his body was cremated on the spot.
As for the deputy leader and the team leader who had a certain amount of influence and prestige, when they saw the enemy who was a legend in their own camp, they were so frightened that they did not dare to take over the command at all.
They all knew that if they dared to shout, they would definitely die.
To put it another way, even if one was not afraid of death, the team at this time could not be commanded at all. It was too scattered and was divided into several pieces in just a short while.
The situation reversed so quickly that there was no time to react.
At dusk, the bodies of the Oaks were gathered together and burned.
Thanks to the timely support of Levi and others, Eomund survived.
After Oak's body was dealt with, a grand celebration banquet was held in Fort Ord.
"I really don't know how to express my gratitude to you."
Éomund raised his glass and said, "Thank you again, Lord Levi in the North, Gandalf the Grey, and Aragorn."
"Those orcs were more cunning than I expected. If it hadn't been for the news you brought me, I would have died on that hill today."
“Even though I know that even if I die, Theoden will definitely take good care of my children and family for me, I still feel regretful that I can’t see them grow up with my own eyes.”
"Fortunately, none of this happened."
"Since you've survived, live well."
Levi patted his shoulder to show encouragement.
After the encouragement, he began to educate the marshal: "Also, be more cautious in the future and don't be so reckless, otherwise not only you but also your subordinates will be harmed by your reckless decision."
"I'll remember that." Éomund nodded slightly in agreement.
The lively night passed just like that.
Gandalf and Aragorn finally relaxed for the first time in a long time. Their nerves had been too tense in the past two years.
However, being nervous is normal for experienced warriors and wizards, including Levi, who is used to it. It is enough to relax a little occasionally.
Or even if you don't relax, you can still have fun while being busy.
Just like Levi's cooking hobby.
After the Battle of East Mark, the three stayed in Odeburg for one night, attended a small banquet, and then left.
Levi, who had nothing to do, returned to River Valley City and greeted Bayin, Brand, and Brand's child, Bard II.
“Time flies by so fast.”
Looking at this family, Levi felt inexplicably confused.
Bain is old, just like Bud.
"Bud."
Levi smiled as he read the name.
Brand's son, Bad II, looked over subconsciously, wondering what the young-looking grandfather wanted to talk to him about.
"It's okay, go ahead, kid."
Patting little Bud's head, Levi waved his hand and told him to continue playing.
Levi has basically adapted to the naming habits here.
Like Turgon and Ecthelion II, Denethor II was named after famous historical figures.
It's hard to say whether it's a commemoration or just to "ride on the popularity".
However, no matter how they named the name, everyone knew the reason and when they named the child, they would add "Second Generation" to indicate that they were not the first person to choose this name.
Looking at Bard II, the child with the same name as Bard, Levi couldn't help but fall into thought.
In some unknown place, someone might have named their child "Levy II"? I can't take advantage of this popularity. I'm not dead yet.
Thinking of this, Levi amused himself.
"I hope this child can inherit his great-grandfather's courage and will, not just the name."
Inside the room, Bain, who was sitting at the side of the table, also raised his head, looked at Bard II, and murmured:
"I will do my best... to keep all the good things."
Now Bain is over seventy years old.
He's old, just like Bud was.
Children's laughter rang out outside the house. Brand, who had returned triumphantly from his training, reunited with his family and spent a reunion year.
This year, Bilbo crossed mountains and rivers, arrived at Wayside Castle and Rivendell successively, and accepted Elrond's invitation to settle down in Rivendell to retire.
The next year, seeing that there were elves all around him, Bilbo became more active. He asked the elves around him for advice and began to compile the "Collection of Elvish Translations".
Finding the elves - this has always been Bilbo's dream, and this dream was realized during the expedition to the Lonely Mountain.
And it was exceeded sixty years later.
Now he lives with the elves and can see them every day.
3004, Roadside Fort.
Gandalf came in slowly and knocked on the castle door.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.
"Well, it looks like he's not here again."
Gandalf had obviously adapted to Levi's absence, as it had always been like this before, as he was not there most of the time when they came.
It is a small probability event that he happens to be at home.
"Little Pink..."
Gandalf stood under the maelstrom tree and called out, but there was no response from the tree.
"Asleep?"
Just as Gandalf turned to leave, a sign fell behind him.
There is a line of neat and large characters on it:
"House of Behrdan?"
"Behrdan?"
Gandalf stroked his beard, lost in thought.
"If I remember correctly, this name means 'guardian' in some ancient language."
"Is this the new name you gave yourself?"
Gandalf looked strange.
"Okay, then our 'Behrdan', can you tell me where Levi went?"
After the name was changed, the tree finally responded.
"North, the outpost of Angmar."
Angmar? Gandalf was a little confused.
What was he going there for? He immediately mounted his horse and headed north.
A few days later, Gandalf met the guards stationed at the watchtower of Carn-dûm, the old capital of Angmar, which now belongs to the Free Cities.
"Please wait a moment. The Lord crossed the mountains and headed deep into the Northern Wasteland a few days ago and has not returned yet."
"What is he going to do there?"
In response to Gandalf's question, the sentinel just shook his head and could not give a definite answer.
With great curiosity, Gandalf waited here for nearly a week.
Fortunately, the wait was not in vain.
At dawn one day, there was movement coming from the snow-capped mountains.
A huge corpse rolled down from the top of the mountain, bumping and banging its way to the bottom.
But it is intact and the surface has not been deformed due to bumps.
There were some obvious sword wounds and some burn marks on it. It was needless to say who caused them.
"This is?"
Gandalf hurried out and looked at the corpse with a frown on his face.
What an evil smell.
brush--
Following closely behind the corpse, a figure slid down the mountain on the snow, landing lightly and steadily.
"Gandalf, why are you here?"
"Just passing by. Besides, where have you been and what is this?"
He tapped the white-haired corpse on the ground twice with his cane.
"You may not be able to tell, but this thing is indeed a troll, probably a variant. For now, I call it the 'Snow Troll'."
Levi turned the ogre over, and Gandalf saw the fangs around its mouth and its ferocious face.
"Actually, I also want to ask, do you know this thing?"
(End of this chapter)
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