Chapter 55 The Sword Still Unknown

Chapter 55 The Sword Still Unknown

Swoosh——

The long sword swung down, and another wolf was engulfed in flames, howling and falling to the ground.

Levi rode a fast horse and chased the fleeing Orcs at high speed to buy time for the dwarves.

"Shoot his horse first!"

The Oak leader shouted, and several archers drew their bows and arrows from a distance, aiming at Levi's crotch and shot.

However, let's not talk about whether these archers can hit the horse while running at full speed. Even if they hit it, it will only lose one or two drops of blood, which is not worth mentioning. Judging from the several bundles of hay in Levi's backpack, even if he stands there and lets Oak shoot all his arrows, he will not be able to kill the horse.

As for Levi, his life bar shook a few times as a sign of respect for the arrows. Now that they were not at a certain level, ordinary bows and arrows could hardly cause effective damage to him.

The sound of horse hooves clattered as Levi killed one wolf at a time with his sword, continuing to chase forward.

As they were chopping wood, suddenly, a familiar loud horn sounded in the distance.

Boom boom

A group of Noldor cavalry in silver-grey armor came galloping and formed a corresponding formation before engaging the Orcs.

What followed was a one-sided battle. The little Oak leader shouted and tried to reorganize the team, but his voice was soon drowned out by the wails of his men before they died.

"withdraw!"

After shouting, the little leader was the first to run.

It was already destined that we would not win this battle with that villain present, so we could only try to delay him, kill the dwarf first and then run away quickly.

Now, besides that man, there was another group of Elven cavalry. What was there to fight? Soon, the Orcs on the plain ran away, died, and disappeared.

Levi looked around but didn't see Gandalf and the dwarves. He thought they must have already walked into the valley through the hidden path.

After confirming that there were no remaining orcs, the elves re-formed their formation, put away their weapons and ran towards Levi.

"Why you again?"

Elrond rode forward and spoke to Levi.

"You seem to have become much stronger since the last time we met. I've often heard rumors about you recently."

"I'm honored." Levi nodded and greeted the Lord of the Valley.

"I just wonder why these orcs are roaming around again."

Elrond looked at Levi thoughtfully.

"No, it's not because of me this time. As for the reason, it's a bit complicated. They should be reaching the valley soon."

"them?"

The other side.

The entrance to the valley.

"Mithrandir." An elf came down the steps and greeted Gandalf.

"Ah, Lindir!"

"I heard that you crossed the Sounding Water." Lindir said in Elvish.

Gandalf walked over and said sternly, "I must speak to Lord Elrond."

"Lord Elrond is not here."

"Not here?"

"Where is he?"

As Gandalf was asking this, a horn suddenly sounded at the entrance of the valley, and a group of cavalry walked in in an orderly manner along the slender bridge.

"alert!"

The dwarves protected Bilbo in the middle, picked up their weapons and stared at the elven cavalry.

"Wait, the one at the back is...Levi?"

Bilbo pushed aside the dwarf and squeezed out.

"Gandalf," Elrond greeted.

"Lord Elrond."

"Mellonnen (my friend)." Gandalf greeted the Elf Lord in Elvish.

Taking off his helmet and handing his weapon to Lindir, Elrond talked to Gandalf for a while and then expressed his doubts:

"It is strange that the Orcs have approached this place so many times in such a short period of time. Last time they were attracted by a warlike human. Why are they coming this time?"

“It’s probably because of us.”

As they were talking, Levi, who was walking at the back, skillfully handed his horse to the care of an elf and went over to greet Gandalf and Elrond.

"So you two know each other." Elrond looked at Gandalf and then at Levi.

“That’s what I wanted to say, too.”

Although he said so, Gandalf looked as if he was used to it and was not surprised at all. He just nodded, continued with the previous topic, and turned sideways to show the dwarf behind him.

"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain," Elrond greeted politely.

"We probably haven't met."

The chat genius Thorin began his performance.

"You move like my grandfather. I have known Thror since he was King Under the Mountain."

"Really? I never heard him mention you."

Elrond took a deep breath and said in Elvish:

"Light up the fire, prepare the wine, and entertain our distinguished guests."

The lord knew very well that he could not argue with the dwarves.

"Is he saying something bad about us?"

Hearing the other party speaking a language he couldn't understand again, Groin couldn't help but get angry.

"No, Gloin, he is inviting us to a feast." Gandalf was a little tired.

The dwarves looked at each other and gathered together to discuss for a while.

"Oh, in that case, lead the way."

Unlike visiting Levi's territory, the dwarves were not polite at all to the elves.

After a moment.

The dwarves looked at the rather environmentally friendly dining table in front of them with embarrassment.

"Oh my god, is this what they usually eat?"

"This is far worse than Levi's. There's not even a bit of meat. It's all vegetable leaves, and they're all raw!"

"No pony would eat this."

A dwarf threw away the vegetable leaves in his hand with a look of disgust.

"Can we let Levi cook? If he cooks, we can eat the vegetables."

The dwarves gathered at a table, discussing the elves' meals.

Kili gave one of the elves a stealthy wink.

"Although I don't like elves, this one here looks pretty good."

"That's not a female elf."

“Hahahahahahaha—”

The dwarves laughed so loudly that Kili found it noisy.

The other end.

Levi sat with Gandalf, Elrond, and Thorin.

Elrond examined Gandalf's and Thorin's swords one by one and told them their origins.

"Ocrest, the Forger is my Western kin, may it serve you."

Even though he was choked by Thorin before, it was obvious that the Elf lord did not hold a grudge. Even if the sword fell into the hands of the dwarf, he still sincerely wished that it could once again play the role of a good sword.

"By the way, I see Levi also has a sword forged in the First Age. Why don't we help him take a look at it?" Gandalf suddenly suggested.

He was impressed by Levi's sword, which had slain countless orcs and wargs.

"Oh, this, Lord Elrond already looked it over for me when I came here last time."

Having said that, Levi still took out the sword.

Elrond nodded and took the sword again, this time looking at it more carefully.

"I can conclude that the craftsmanship of this sword is no less than that of the other two."

"And, I don't know if it's my imagination, but it seems sharper, and..."

Elrond picked up the sword and examined it carefully, only to see a barely perceptible glimmer of light on it.

"It has some kind of magical power attached to it, and it's a bit hot."

"It gives me a different feeling than last time. After experiencing the baptism of fire and blood on the battlefield, this sword seems to be much brighter."

Looking at the sword which was becoming increasingly sharp and already possessing magical powers, Elrond felt a little dazed for a moment.

"Maybe, soon, you should give it a name."

"What's your name?" Levi took the sword and was a little confused for a moment.

I have trouble naming.

Sitting next to him, Bilbo watched Elrond carefully identifying everyone's weapons. He also quietly pulled out his own dagger from under the table, thinking that this might also be a famous sword.

Balin saw this little action and said, "No need to ask, brother. From my point of view, your sword is probably not even a sword. It looks more like a letter opener."

Hearing this, Bilbo lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The light dinner passed quickly.

Apart from the fact that the wine was indeed good, the dwarves had only one comment about the food here: it was not as good as Levi's dry food.

Of course Levi knew that the elves had meat to eat, and they treated him to meat when he came last time.

However, no matter how good-tempered the elves of the valley are, how calm they are and how little they bear grudges, they cannot just stand there and say nothing when their lord is scolded. That would be cowardice.

This vegetarian feast was a subtle little revenge for the dwarves' foul mouth.

Nightfall.

Under the starlight, Elrond deciphered the cipher text on the map for Thorin and Gandalf.

Bilbo stood in front of a fence, looking at the scenery, fascinated.

Levi was at the horse trough, explaining to the elf in charge of maintaining the horses that they didn't need to be fed hay, and asked where Agra was.

Agra, the elf who had warmly entertained Levi before, was asked by Levi to visit the roadside castle. However, judging from the elves' concept of time, he might think that Levi had just left not long ago, so he was not in a hurry to visit.

Since you're here again, I've got to give you a gift as a token of my appreciation.

Everyone in the valley was busy with their own affairs.

The other side.

Lonely land, top of the wind and clouds.

The little Orc leader who escaped back walked up tremblingly and reported to a strong pale-skinned Orc:

"Those dwarves... Lord, we lost them. The elven scum attacked us."

"Don't give me excuses."

Azog slowly turned around, his tall stature allowing him to look down at the little leader.

"I want the life of the dwarf king."

"We were outnumbered and had no way out. Besides, there was a scary guy around. I had a hard time escaping back..." the little leader explained weakly.

Azog grabbed his neck, slowly lifted him up, and roared in an increasingly loud voice: "In fact, it would be better for you to die there!!"

Click.

Azog exerted force with his right hand, and the little leader's head tilted and he became motionless on the spot. His body was thrown aside to feed the wolf.

"The dwarves will show up sooner or later. Spread the word and put a bounty on their heads!"

"Ah!" The Orcs let out strange cries and mounted their wargs to continue their search for the dwarves.

However, before setting off, a scout came over timidly to report.

"My Lord, we found a fortified city in the wilderness to the east. It is large and quiet..."

Azog's ferocious expression froze on his face.

He clenched his remaining fist, took a deep breath, and angrily ordered, "Go around there."

"Yes, my Lord."

He knew who the owner was.

Long ago two Orcs escaped from within the walls and brought the fear of the Wayfort back to the Misty Mountains, and for a long time no Orc dared approach that country again.

Until what happened in the Vales of Anduin, the Orcs' hatred for that man was engraved in their bones.

The hatred is so deep...it's even turning into fear.

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