A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 381 Why do you need a torch...

Granary, also known as the Enemy Fencing Sword, is a sword forged in the first era by the Elven King "Tegon" of Gondolin.

In the following thousands of years, Granary has been missing until the time of "The Hobbit", the gray-robed wizard Gandalf found the enemy's fencing sword in the troll's lair, and then took the enemy's fencing sword for his own use. There are thorns and beast-biting swords).

Gandalf has been wielding the sword ever since, even at the end of the Third Age, when Gandalf left Middle-earth with his ship, he still wore it with him.

This shows Gandalf's love for this sword.

But that was Gandalf hundreds of years later, and now Gandalf has just got the long sword, and he hasn't even figured out its true identity, let alone any feelings.

Therefore, when he heard Lin Yi's request, Gandalf hardly hesitated, unsheathed the long sword around his waist, and handed it to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi took the long sword with a smile, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The scabbard of this long sword is carved from white jade-like ivory, the hilt is bright silver throughout, and a platinum gemstone is inlaid on the end.

Gently grasping the hilt of the sword with his right hand, a cool feeling came from the palm of his hand and spread up to his head. Lin Yi only felt a sudden coolness in his brain, and his eyes seemed to be clearer.

It really is a good thing...

Lin Yi was overjoyed.

Gandalf smiled and said, "Your Excellency, you are as wise as a torch. I found this long sword from a group of trolls' lairs. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a weapon forged by the elves of Gondolin back then... "

"not only that."

Lin Yi pulled out the blade directly, and stood it upright under the moonlight, looking at its white and gold blade and the elf spell on it.

"See these elf spells?"

"Of course!" Gandalf nodded subconsciously, "To tell you the truth, I made a judgment based on this, but unfortunately, I don't know these elf spells, so I can't get more information from them... "

Gandalf's words stopped abruptly.

He suddenly thought of what Lin Yi said just now, and asked with a slightly dazed expression.

"Could it be... you know him?"

"..."

Lin Yi didn't answer his question directly, turned his back to the moonlight, looked at the complex elf spell on the sword and said in a low voice.

"Turgon, Lord of Gondolin, foe of Morgoth's armies, slayer of Orcs, has this sword."

"Morgoth...King of Gondolin...Turgon..."

Gandalf murmured a few words, and then exclaimed: "This is the enemy fencing Granary!"

"Yes."

Lin Yi put his sword back into its sheath, and glanced at Gandalf with a light smile on his silver-white vertical pupils: "What, regret it?"

"……of course not!"

Gandalf laughed dryly, calmed down the remorse in his heart a little, and then looked at Lin Yi seriously and said: "Since I have promised to give it to you, then it is yours, and it is my own problem that I did not recognize the identity of the enemy fencing sword." , has nothing to do with you."

With that said, Gandalf paused, and then said with emotion.

"Your Excellency Lin Yi, your vision is indeed high in the sky, and Gandalf is ashamed of himself."

"..."

As expected of Gandalf, this flattery is of a high level, but unfortunately... it's useless!
Under Gandalf's eager gaze, Lin Yi put the long sword into the inventory without hesitation.

Then he clapped his hands and gave Gandalf a sincere smile.

"I have already accepted the commission, tell me, do you want to entrust me with something to protect these little guys?"

"of course not."

Seeing that it was impossible for the enemy fencing to come back, Gandalf straightened his face and talked about business.

"I will send Bilbo and Thorin to the entrance of Mirkwood, and they will have to rely on themselves for the rest of the journey. As for you... I want you to go with me to a place."

"Where."

"A mountain that seals the power of darkness."

……

……

the other side.

After Lin Yi hung up the communication, Seymour tried to contact Lin Yi in reverse.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get in touch with Lin Yi on the other side.

In desperation, Seymour could only pack his bags and decided to complete the task according to the instructions of his master and Huowenwen.

He took out a torch from the bonfire, and walked into the gloomy jungle in front of him under the light of the fire.

Since it is written in the mission that the elf king Thranduil is the king of the northern Mirkwood, there must be woodland elves in this Mirkwood.

The existence of woodland elves means that there are warm houses and hot food.

"A warm house...even if it's just a tree house!"

Seymour sighed faintly, his eyes flicked across the eerie tree shadows around him.

He would rather travel overnight than spend the night in this dense forest!
Holding the torch in his left hand and the hilt of his sword in his right, Seymour walked along the path in the dark forest with a vigilant expression.

The night wind passed through the treetops, blowing the flame on the torch. As the flame jumped, the torch in Seymour's hand was gradually extinguished, and the flame became smaller and smaller.

The line of sight was blocked, and Seymour had to use the fire dragon sword to ignite it several times.

After lighting the torch for the last time, Seymour's footsteps suddenly froze.

...Wait, I'm not a primitive, why use a torch?
Seymour slapped his head, and threw the half-burned torch to the ground with an extremely annoyed expression, then picked it from his waist and took out a pouch.

"Sure enough, I still have it!"

Seymour happily activated the phagocytosis.

With a flash of light, a high-power portable powerful lighting appeared in Seymour's hands.

At the same time, several light black shadows squatted on the dark oak tree in front of them, their figures were hidden between the leaves and trunks, and they quietly raised their bows and arrows towards Seymour, who was behaving strangely over there.

The leader, the black shadow, held up his bow and arrow and aimed for a while, but he still didn't send out the signal to release the arrow.

The black figure at the side turned his head suspiciously, and immediately saw the frowning expression of his captain, as if wondering about the strange behavior of this beautiful human being throwing away the torch.

But in the next second, a strong white light poured forward like a pillar, and all the black figures staring straight at Seymour were instantly stimulated by the strong white light, and fell from the tree with a scream.

The eyesight of the elves is already very strong, and in such a dim environment, the pupils of these elves dilate to a certain extent, and it is only natural that such a situation occurs when they suddenly look directly at such a strong white light.

The leader Sombra is no exception.

Only the elf who turned his head and looked away survived the attack of the bright light.

"That's what it sounds like!"

Looking at the dense forest ahead that was as bright as day, Seymour nodded in satisfaction, and immediately walked towards the only figure who did not fall from the tree, and illuminated him with the strong light in his hand.

It really is a spirit...

Seymour curled his lips, and then smiled.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The elf closed his eyes tightly, quickly raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and aimed at the direction of the sound.

"...Don't move! Quickly remove your magic, or—"

"What else?"

The sound that was close at hand came from the ear, and the elf who was half squatting on the tree trembled in fright. The arrow in his hand was released, and it shot towards the ground with a strong wind, just hitting the side of the strong light. It fell to the ground.

A strong white light shot to the side, the elf immediately opened his eyes, resisted the urge to cry and jumped back, at the same time stretched his bow in mid-air, and shot an arrow quickly in the direction of the sound.

whoosh-

The arrow pierced through the air, but was caught by Seymour who was squatting on the tree.

Seymour threw the arrow in his hand, feeling a little surprised at the weak power of the elves in this world.

Immediately afterwards, Seymour jumped down from the tree holding the arrow, and smiled at the elf with red eyes but still holding his bow and arrow, staring at him.

"Don't be nervous, this is just a small punishment. If I really want to kill you, you will all be dead!"

Seymour shook the arrow in his hand and threw it to the ground.

"Put down the bow and arrow in your hand, that thing is useless to me..."

But the elf was not moved at all, and his eyes were still looking at Seymour coldly.

Seymour sighed helplessly, and decided to put his weapon down before talking properly.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"He's right, Randy."

The female elf with braided red hair got up from the ground, barely opened her red and swollen eyes, and looked at the smiling and beautiful boy with tears on her face.

"Put down the arrows, our bows and arrows are useless to him."

"But he..."

"Put down the bow and arrow, this is an order! Are you going to disobey!"

The female elf snarled, her tone was very sharp, but paired with that delicate face with pear blossoms and rain... Tsk tsk, it doesn't look like a deterrent.

However, this female elf obviously has a lot of prestige on weekdays.

Hearing her stern voice, Randy lowered his bow and arrow even though his face was unwilling.

At this time, the surrounding elves also got up from the ground one after another, picked up the bow and arrow with their red and swollen eyes, and looked at Seymour with cold eyes full of tears.

...They all stood up?

Seymour was a little surprised, and couldn't help re-examining the woodland elves in front of him.

Their looks were a little funny, but the composure and calmness in their eyes moved Seymour a little. Only a few elves in Alfheim have this kind of look, but here, everyone has it!

Seymour put away the contempt in his heart, looked at the red-haired female elf and said seriously.

"Should you be woodland elves?"

"That's right, we are the Ranger Guards of Mirkwood." The red-haired female elf looked at Seymour calmly, "And you... just attacked us."

"You attacked me first." Seymour shook his head. "This is just a small lesson... Take me to your kingdom. I have something to discuss with your elf king."

"Sorry, except for our woodland elves' allies, there are only two types of people who can enter the woodland kingdom."

"Oh? Which two kinds?"

"Prisoner, or dead."

Seymour: "..."

Facing the cold and mocking gazes around him, Seymour couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and bent down to pick up the bright light on the ground. The elves around were startled by Seymour's action, and stretched out their hands to cover it. eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm just shifting gears."

Seymour's voice came, followed by a much weaker white light.

The surrounding woodland elves lowered their arms one after another, and looked at Seymour with frowns. Although they didn't raise their bows and arrows like before, they still looked at Seymour very unkindly.

Seymour sighed, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

In fact, with his strength, he can subdue the elves in a more gentle way and explain clearly.

But he really hated this dark dense forest, and even the elves who would live in this dense forest, so after noticing the hostility of these people, Seymour immediately counterattacked and vented a bit Anger that walks here.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be impulsive!

Seymour put the portable strong light in his hand on the ground, indicating that he was not hostile, and then looked at the frowning female elf, and asked sincerely.

"I want to ask, are the other elves your allies?"

"Of course! All elves are our allies..."

The female elf frowned, a little confused.

"That's really good!"

Seymour immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly reached out and snapped his fingers next to his ear.

The illusion cast on Seymour melted like spring snow, revealing those long pointed ears.

"Look, I'm an elf too!"

Seymour pointed to his ear, with a sincere smile on his handsome face.

But the surrounding elves did not relax at all. On the contrary, Qiqi took a step back, his eyes became colder, and even more disgusted than before.

The red-haired female elf also glared at Seymour angrily.

"Don't try to deceive us, wizard!"

"...Wizard?" Seymour was startled for a moment, and then smiled helplessly, "I am really an elf, and these ears are not illusions—if you don't believe me, come and touch them."

As he spoke, Seymour turned his head slightly, his tone very sincere.

The female elf and the surrounding elves looked at each other, with a hint of suspicion on her pretty face, and walked towards Seymour hesitantly, her slender arms raised slightly.

The female elf was getting closer and closer, but Seymour on the opposite side did not make any dangerous moves, but kept turning his head and looking at the female elf very sincerely.

close, close...

The slender and white palm of the female elf got closer and closer, and finally touched Seymour's ear.

"...is it true?"

The female elf's eyes widened, she looked at Seymour with astonishment, her slender palms even kneaded Seymour's warm ears subconsciously.

Seymour's face flushed immediately, and he slapped the female elf in front of him away.

Simply touching an ear is nothing to an elf, but kneading it is a different matter!

The difference between the two is as big as a polite kiss on the face, and as big as a teasing chin.

In other words, Seymour was molested!
Seymour was full of shame and anger, staring at the female elf with wide eyes.

In his life, he has never had his ears pinched by a female elf other than his relatives!
Looking at the flushed Seymour, the female elf breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that you are really an elf."

"Nonsense, I'll let you touch it... Uh, do you believe it?"

"of course."

The female elf signaled the surrounding elves to put down their bows and arrows, and smiled at the dazed Seymour.

"Except for real elves, no one can make such a real reaction, unless you are a necromancer occupying the body of an elf, but judging from the light magic just now, it is obvious that this can be ruled out."

"It's just a flashlight, not light magic." Seymour shook his head.

"Ordinary light can't hurt me like this."

The female elf pointed to her cheek calmly.

Looking at the ashes and tears on her face, the shame in Seymour's heart gradually disappeared, replaced by a faint sense of guilt.

However, facing the gaze of the female elf, Seymour retorted forcefully.

"That's because the ordinary light you encountered wasn't powerful enough!"

The female elf smiled: "A light that is powerful enough is no longer an ordinary light...Little guy, I haven't noticed it before. If I'm not mistaken, you should not be an adult yet, right?"

　Sorry, I almost forgot to update while playing Cyberpunk 2077, there may be an update tonight...

　　
　
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