Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1114 1096. Diffused halo

The light waves above the clouds spread all the way outward.

Even though the diffused ring is getting bigger and wider, the brightness of the light has not diminished at all.

The halo of light passed over the nearby dark clouds, and even illuminated the dark clouds for a brief moment. It was not until the halo continued to move away that the dark clouds turned gloomy and dark again.

Lan En, who had just slipped off Smaug's body, suddenly raised his head and passed Mentos's instant calculation.

After obtaining the approximate arc of the circular light wave in the sky, the biochemical brain only needs to use extremely simple geometric calculations to determine the diameter of the circular light wave and the position of the center of the circle.

 “Is it Dol Guldur?!”

Lan En, who had just finished fighting the dragon, couldn't help but widen his eyes after receiving the data reported by Mentos.

　　The ring light wavelength lake that diffuses from Dol Guldur is hundreds of kilometers away from Dol Guldur!

 And this halo obviously comes from some kind of power.

 A power that felt familiar to Lan En.

 “Lady Galadriel?”

 It was not Lan who spoke, but Thranduil.

The elves have already approached from where they were just now, as well as Qilin, who is carrying Bard, who has barely regained consciousness.

Although the elven archers looked at the clouds in the distance with wonder and respect, the halo of light was still spreading outward.

 But he only looked at it for a while, and then looked at Smaug's completely motionless body with an expression of disbelief and overflowing relief and joy.

It’s just that Thranduil, as the Elf King, was very calm. After putting away his bow and arrows, he stood next to Lan En and watched with him the huge power spreading out from the sky. He no longer cares about the evil dragon corpse behind him.

Next to it, the flames in Changhu Town turned into ordinary flames due to the death of the evil dragon. In this humid and watery environment, they quickly became unable to burn and gradually extinguished.

It's just that the white wood ashes that have been burned are falling together with the cold fog that has become thicker again, like snow falling after the fire.

Bard, who was still a little dizzy, was also picked up from the back of the unicorn by the elves and took good care of him.

No matter whether the black arrow he shot was successful or not, if he dared to face the dragon and had his own sense of responsibility and fear to shoot the arrow, no one among the elves would be dissatisfied with him.

Beside the huge corpse of the evil dragon, the elves began to light a small bonfire to keep warm in the ruins that had become cold again.

 Lan En also found a stone step that had not been burned by the dragon's flames, dusted it and sat down.

Thranduil looked at the exquisite and gorgeous cloak behind him, gathered the fabric of the cloak and did not sit down, but just stood by the steps.

 “Is this the power of Lady Galadriel?”

 Lan En breathed a sigh of relief when he sat down, pointed his finger to the sky casually, and asked Thranduil curiously.

 “Why, you can’t feel it?”

 But instead, the Elf King looked at him with surprised eyes.

“Lady Galadriel gave you the light of Eärendil, but you tell me you’re not familiar with her power? Are you kidding me?”

“In this Middle-earth continent, there are not many people in the world who have such a huge and pure light power.”

 Yes, according to Mentos's calculations, this power is really huge.

It almost spans the entire Misty Mountains longitudinally at the longest distance, and there is no sign of attenuation.

Lan En shrugged silently, indicating that he was not familiar with it.

　　Even the deep power blooming from his own sword is not clear.

His confusion was already very obvious when the light flashed from the knife just now.

It was only his experience and instinct as a top warrior that allowed him to temporarily use the light of Eärendil to roast Smaug's scales with evil power until they were crispy.

 In the end Thranduil told Lan about the Light of Eärendil.

 “Is that the star?”

 Following Thranduil's direction, Lann looked towards the brightest star in the sky.

 The Elf King nodded: "Yes, the Great Star of Hope."

  "My father, Orifel. I fought alongside Morgoth in the Wrath of the First Age against the armies of Morgoth."

"Wow."

 Lan En couldn't help but be speechless.

 After all, the transformation of a human body into a star sounds like a myth. As a result, the son of a marginal party in the story was right next to him, which made Lan En feel very strange.

"Eärendil also has two sons, both half-elves. Ilúvatar gave them the right to choose to be elves or humans. They each chose one side. The one who became an elf, you should return it. Very familiar."

 “Hmm? I don’t know many people, who is it?”

 “Elrond, Lord of Rivendell.”

This time Lan En opened his mouth wide, and he felt even more amazing.

 Come on, Thranduil is the son of a marginal party in the story, and Elrond is simply the son of the protagonist of the story.

However, after knowing this level, when the adjusted Sword of the Lady of the Lake was delivered to Lan En, Elrond's expression of uncertainty and nostalgia could be regarded as explained.

 Except for the fact that the Light of Eärendil was too precious, he was not sure whether Lady Galadriel would give Lan a part of it.

 He must also feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia for his father's power, right?

“But don’t mention anything else.” After telling the whole story about the Light of Eärendil, Thranduil frowned and looked at the night sky that had long been swept away by the halo and returned to calm.

“Let Lady Galadriel burst out with this precious power. What’s going on over there?”

Galadriel's power is unique even among the elves in the entire Middle-earth continent. She is a rare light elf, an elf who once bathed in the light of the twin sacred trees in ancient times.

To this day, her eyes still contain that divine brilliance.

It is not on the same level as the dark elves who have only seen the light of the sun and the moon.

Moreover, she has lived in Valinor, the blessed immortal land, since she was a child, receiving many teachings from the Valar and Vali. In terms of blood, he is still a mixture of the royal blood of the three great light elves.

 When it comes to knowledge, strength, life course, and noble bloodline, she is perfect beyond imagination.

 But excessively high-quality power also brings troubles - it is not easy to recover Galadriel's power after it is released.

If it were in the Blessed Land, this would not be a problem at all, after all, even the Valar and Maia could live comfortably there.

 But this is Middle-earth, or Middle-earth, which has gradually stabilized towards a peaceful situation after the Second Era under the will of Ilúvatar.

 This is not an environment where high-quality power can be restored as usual.

Of course, if it were someone like Tom Bombadil, there would probably be no difference anywhere.

 That’s why Thranduil said that the power that Lady Galadriel unleashed this time was too ‘precious’.

 “The flashpoint is Dol Guldur.”

 When it comes to this, Lan En has the right to speak.

“That’s where the dark power is. It’s reasonable for Lady Galadriel to clear it out.”

"dark power?"

Thranduil frowned subconsciously and pushed back the white hair scattered in front of him.

"The world is at peace at this time. How can there be any dark force worthy of Lady Galadriel's power?"

Lan En sneered, leaning his back against the remaining ruins and speaking softly.

"Peace in the world? I remember that Legolas should have sent you an orc's tongue, right? You didn't ask anything?"

"Orcs." Thranduil said calmly and expressionlessly, "They are just a group of murderers with broken brains. I have been listening to their nonsense for thousands of years."

"But I heard the nonsense of the orcs at the door of the dark forest, and the evil dragon also rushed out of the Lonely Mountain at this time. I think you have not seen these scenes for thousands of years, right?"

 Lan shook his head.

"Don't think that as long as you don't admit it, bad things won't happen, Thranduil. Based on your life experience, you shouldn't need to be reminded of this."

"I can see that you don't want to accept what the orc said, so let me tell you instead."

The witcher raised his head and met the Elf King's lowered gaze.

“The dark forces want to connect the whole north and revive the kingdom of Angmar. Is it clear enough?”

Thranduil's cheeks bulged for a moment due to the sudden clenching of his teeth.

"Thorin and the others should already be in the Lonely Mountain, and there is nothing to hide about it. The main reason why they are asked to carry out an expedition to restore the country is to make the Lonely Mountain stand again and prevent the forces of darkness from joining together."

“And if we make arrangements here, the enemy must respond at the tactical level, which is to prevent us from achieving our goals.”

Lane looked at Thranduil calmly.

 “This place will become a battlefield.”

The Elf King silently looked at the messy Changhu Town.

 He pursed his lips, but turned his head away under Lan En's gaze.

“Even if what you say is true, it has nothing to do with our Woodland Kingdom.”

"Do you think you can stay out of it? Are you far from the lonely mountain?"

 Lan En asked immediately.

 But Thranduil's rebuttal was just as quick.

"So what?"

 The Elf King's tone was heavy and unceremonious.

"Do you know how many of us there are? Do you know how long it takes for an elf to grow and how precious it is? But on the battlefield, an elf will die easily if he is surrounded by orcs!"

 At the end, Thranduil looked deeply at Lan sitting on the stone steps.

"Not everyone is like you, Adanisil! Most of the elves are just ordinary people. They have the ultimate in swordsmanship and archery. After practicing for hundreds of years, they can no longer make progress!"

“Such elves are the vast majority of our warriors. Facing the surrounding orcs, they can only barely fight back, and then die due to their numerical disadvantage!”

“They are not like you! They are so powerful that they can kill evil dragons!”

Thranduil repeated it again.

"And my responsibility is not to bring them to such a battlefield."

 “I must protect my people first!”

 At the end of the day, Thranduil also said it was very difficult.

 He sighed in the silence with Lan En.

"We will not get involved in this matter. I have only one request for Lonely Mountain. Return to me my wife's relic, the Starlight White Gem. I have already paid the repair fee for this gem to Thorin's grandfather, and it should now be Back to my hands."

"I will end this matter as soon as possible. If Thorin Oakenshield is still reasonable, you are our friend now, Adanisil. I will not make it difficult for you."