The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 505 The Handsome Guy from the Woodland Kingdom

Ancient Tomb Corpse Demon...

Hearing Beorn's inquiry, Gandalf's arm holding the staff couldn't help but sway slightly, and uncontrollable surprise burst out from his eyes that were clouded by his old appearance.

Because he is so familiar with this name!

As a product of the Angmar War launched by the Witch-King of Angmar in the early years, the Tomb Wight is an evil spirit specially created by the Witch-King of Angmar to destabilize the region.

They possess the bones of the dead. Although their strength is not outstanding due to their lack of powerful bodies, the Morgul Blade prepared by the Witch King of Angmar is enough to damage the soul.

Even if there is even a scratch, the magic fragments contained in the Morgul Blade will immediately carve into the victim's soul and begin to stab slowly towards the heart.

This kind of injury cannot be healed even by elves, and even Elrond, who became a master of healing with the Ring of Air, can only delay it.

No one knows whose soul they are composed of. It may be Oaks, or the tortured souls of humans and elves, or even some relatively weak Maia!

If such a terrifying undead army appeared on the battlefield of Gushan...

"I don't know much about the dark Númenóreans in Mordor, but I will go to the high hills of Rhudol to check the situation myself."

Gandalf only felt that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. If the Witch King of Angmar had really escaped the seal and awakened from the tomb, then his tomb would obviously leave many traces.

We still need to go to the Rhudal Hills to find out. If the Nine Rings are really awakened, then the sorcerer in Dol Guldur is very likely not a necromancer!

It could be Zoro!

"Gandalf, it's getting late."

Thorin Oakenshield's urging came again in the distance, and the increasingly approaching roars of Orcs and Wargs came from behind, so Gandalf had no choice but to turn around and leave to escort everyone to the Black Forest.

However, the dwarf expedition team located at the southernmost end of the Black Forest did not know that a large army was overtaking them by boat in the dense forest river at the northernmost end of the Dark Forest that led directly to Changhu Town.

And their final destination is also Gushan!

————One day later, Black Forest

"Thank you for your help, strange elven friends, but I don't know what your purpose is for bringing weapons to the Black Forest?"

Located on the other side of an elven dam in the Jungle River near the Woodland Kingdom, dozens of woodland elves responsible for guarding this place were waiting with weapons in hand, looking at the huge fleet in front of them with slight horror.

They are the Silvan elves who live in the Black Forest, also commonly known as gray elves. They are the descendants of elves who did not choose to go to Valinor during the era of the Two Holy Trees.

Now their ruler is Thranduil, an elf of the Sindar clan, and also the elf king of all the Silvan elves in this area.

(Remind me again that the Elf King of Thranduil was posthumously crowned by the Silvan elves and is independent of the High King of the Noldor elves)

Just now, they were fighting the spider monsters that invaded this place, and the huge fleet in front of them provided them with long-range support.

Despite the friendship of fighting together, the dark elves were obviously not interested in responding to the inquiries of these Silvan elves, so the situation on the field couldn't help but become anxious.

"I am Tauriel, the captain of the Forest Elf Guard. Since you are about to enter the jurisdiction of the Woodland Kingdom, can you tell me the purpose of coming here?"

At this moment, a graceful female gray elf suddenly arrived at the battlefield with reinforcements. She was also shocked by the huge elf army in front of her, so she chose to ask politely.

Although the Silvan elves have a personality more like humans because they have not accepted the teachings of Vera and Maia, they are still able to see the situation clearly.

Under such circumstances, who would inexplicably recruit a huge business army to become their enemy?

Tauriel, the young elf guard captain, nervously clenched the handle of her bow. She had never participated in any large-scale battles, so she would inevitably feel a little uneasy when facing this situation.

However, at this moment, she suddenly heard a gentle and gentlemanly voice coming from behind her, making her unable to help but turn around and look behind her:

"Beautiful lady, if you don't mind, I hope you can put down your guard and let us cross this dam, because we don't have any ill intentions towards the woodland kingdom you mentioned."

"you are……?!"

The surrounding Silvan elves could not help but widen their eyes. They stared blankly at the holy figure that was slowly descending in the sky. This feeling was as warm as bathing in the sun.

Tauriel was completely immersed in the comfortable temperament and appearance exuded by Rohan. She couldn't believe it, was such a perfect creature really an elf?

I don't know how long it took, but Tauriel, who was so fascinated, gradually came back to his senses. Then he blushed and whispered in a stumbling tone:

"Well...well, hello, can you tell me your name and the purpose of coming here? I need to report it to our king..."

"I am Rohan, the elf lord from Eregion. The reason why I led the legion here this time is to join forces with the dwarf allies to kill the evil dragon in the Lonely Mountain and eliminate the evil in this area."

Rohan looked at the shy Tauriel in front of him with some strangeness. He admitted that he was indeed far ahead of the other elves in terms of appearance, but he shouldn't have been so fascinated by him at the first meeting, right?

This...could it be that I met a nymphomaniac?

Hearing Rohan's answer, Tauriel, who was already slightly drunk, revealed a touch of uncontrollable joy in his eyes, and then he took the initiative to come forward and talk to the other party:

"If you don't mind, maybe I can take you to our King Thranduil. I think he will be happy to provide you with some help in your next march!"

"Yeah... okay then."

Feeling Tauriel's enthusiasm, Rohan was originally quite resistant to this kind of behavior that was almost proactive. After all, it felt like encountering a door-to-door sales pitch from the Joy Sect.

But when he lowered his head and looked at Tauriel's huge enthusiasm, he finally chose to follow his heart and follow him to the Woodland Kingdom.

After all, they can now be regarded as guests when they come from afar, and visiting the owner here is just the etiquette that he needs to abide by as a visitor.

"Ha~ man."

However, Yao Yan, who knew Luo Han intimately, saw through Luo Han's dirty heart at a glance. She sneered disdainfully, and then returned to the system space to do something unknown.

————Woodland Kingdom, inside the main hall

If Rivendell is built on the green waters and mountains in the canyon, and Eregion is a dark elf-style fortress, then the Woodland Kingdom is built between the arms of towering ancient trees.

Since autumn has arrived, the entire woodland kingdom seems to be covered in layers of large brown and red maple leaves, adding a touch of beauty to the entire city. In the uppermost hall of the Woodland Kingdom, a small-scale reception banquet was being held:

"His Majesty Thranduil has really good taste in wine. Even from the perspective of an elf, these wines can be called the best sweet wines. Maybe I can give you some wines."

"Really? I really didn't expect that Lord Rohan would speak so highly of me. Then I really need to thank you for your generous gift."

Thranduil wore a crown made of wild berries and red leaves, and his handsome appearance, which was not inferior to that of Rohan, and his comfort made Rohan more favorable, so even chatting became very harmonious.

Women think men are jealous of each other's looks, but this is wrong.

Everyone has a love for beauty. Rohan and Thranduil are both elves whose looks are enough to make Slaanesh's heart flutter. They have reached the pinnacle of their respective aesthetic fields, so they will naturally appreciate each other.

Of course, this kind of appreciation is purely based on the appreciation of beauty and art, and does not include desire!

After they had had enough wine and food, the two elf lords squinted their eyes and stared at the sunset amid the beautiful music of the musicians, and at the same time began to exchange their demands:

"Do you want to take back the Lonely Mountain and station your dwarf allies there to guard against the increasingly fierce darkness during this time?"

"Yes, I want to become the lord of the Black Forest. You should have felt that the times are slowly changing. An inevitable and tragic war is getting closer and closer to our lives."

"I am indifferent to external affairs, so all the Woodland Kingdom can do is to establish trade alliances with your dwarf allies. It is impossible to send troops to help you fight against unknown enemies."

"I can understand that this is a war that does not belong to you. It is enough that you can ensure that the enemy will not attack us through the Black Forest."

"This is my home. If things really come to that point, we will all fight back to prevent our homes from being destroyed."

After a brief exchange, Rohan finally understood Thranduil's diplomatic strategy, which was to adopt an isolation policy that was close to closing the country.

However, Rohan can still accept such conditions. After all, according to his estimation, the Silvan elves also participated in the Battle of the Last Alliance, and Thranduil's father also died on the battlefield.

Although they have been recuperating for thousands of years, it is obvious that the Silvan elves today are tired of war, and being able to fight to defend their homeland is probably their bottom line.

However, there is one more thing Rohan needs Thranduil's help with right now:

"Thrandil, from now on we will call each other directly by name. I have something interesting to tell you."

"tell me the story."

"I wonder if you have received news that Thorin Oakenshield has formed a dwarf expedition team that plans to return to the Lonely Mountain, and there is a high probability that it has entered the Black Forest by now, right?"

"Oh?"

After hearing Rohan's words, the retired king Thranduil, who was still staring at the sunset with his eyes closed, immediately became interested, and then a faint smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Thorin Oakenshield...

When he mentioned this name, he couldn't help but recall the poor prince who came to ask for help, and the poor prince who he could only curse and leave after refusing.

Stubborn, ignorant, and unreasonable, this is Thranduil's entire impression of the Durin dwarves.

The reason why he has such a big prejudice against the dwarves of the Kingdom under the Mountain is not only because the characters of the three generations of Thorin's ancestors are not pleasant, but also because there is a great source of hatred between them:

Once upon a time, Thranduil handed over the white gemstone necklace cherished by his late wife to the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain for repair, and promised a large sum of money for it, so that he could see things and miss people for the rest of his life.

He loves his wife more than anything else.

However, he never thought that Thorin Oakenshield's grandfather Thor would actually covet the white gem necklace, and shamelessly claim that the white gem necklace was his reward out of greed!

Furious, Thranduil directly mobilized his army to attack the Lonely Mountain and regain the White Gem Necklace. Unexpectedly, he discovered on the way that the Lonely Mountain had been destroyed by the dragon Smaug from the north. The Durin dwarves could only live a wandering life from now on. life.

Regarding the experience of the dwarves, Thranduil, who failed to regain the white gem necklace, had only one comment:

What a good death!

And now, he actually heard the news that Thorin Oakenshield had entered the Black Forest. What could be a better surprise for an elf king who is willing to do harm to the dwarves~

And he already understood the subtext of what Rohan told him, so he nodded silently and said:

"I will ask my son Legolas to imprison them all. Don't worry, as long as you are willing to return my white stone necklace to me, then I can ensure that they will never return to the Lonely Mountain."

"It won't happen forever. It just needs to delay their return to Lonely Mountain. But I still sincerely thank you for everything you have done."

After a brief farewell ceremony, Rohan left the Woodland Kingdom and prepared to continue chasing his vanguard, and at the same time began to prepare for the battle with Smaug.

But he never guessed that just when he was about to leave, a familiar figure suddenly chased him out of the woodland kingdom:

"Please wait a moment, Lord Rohan, please allow me to fight with you against those evil dark creatures!"

"Uh?"

Rohan looked in confusion at Tauriel, who was fully armed in front of him. He turned to look at the gate of the Woodland Kingdom that was gradually closing behind him. He shook his head in disbelief and said:

"This is not your war, Miss Tauriel, and you have no reason to get involved."

"Of course this is my war, and the others will never stop so easily. Every time evil wins, evil will grow one more point. According to the king's wishes, there will be no chance."

Tauriel came to Rohan's side with firm eyes, and then his slightly shy cheeks turned red under Rohan's constipation-like gaze, and then he let out heroic words:

"Hiding behind the city wall, fearing the light, living our own life, and letting the darkness fall, aren't we a part of this world?"

(End of this chapter)