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"Glorfindel?"

Slightly narrowing his eyes in the bright sunshine of Gray Harbor, staring at the elf in front of him with a smile warmer than the sunshine.Jialuode moved his lips, but couldn't think of what he wanted to say, and stood there with a dazed expression.

What's worse, he seemed to have forgotten why he was standing here.

"Why, are you willing to call me by my name properly this time?"

Compared to Garrod's bewilderment, the Lord of the Golden Flower obviously did not express any surprises.Pushing back his strand of blond hair that was blown by the wind, he stepped forward, walked towards the elf slowly, and rubbed his somewhat messy black hair with a light smile: "I knew you would definitely come... But, That doesn't mean I'm not angry anymore, Jiajia."

Bending down, approaching the bewildered and astonished face of the elf, Glorfindel seemed to want to put on a serious expression, but failed before the fifth second when he met Jarod's gaze, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. Full of unconcealable joy.

Perhaps, there is also a little expected inevitable.

"You have to beg me to forgive you." He almost sighed with a smile: "Otherwise, I might throw you into the sea during the voyage."

"Come on, Ah Hua. If you said that you would jump into the sea by yourself, and then use guilt and self-blame to make me commit suicide, I might believe it a little more."

His brain and body seemed to be divided into two parts, but they didn't seem to be different.Garald laughed when he heard himself, and took off the hands on his head, with a tone of ease that he hadn't had in a long time:

"I spent two full days on the road just to get to port before departure. I thought the right thing to do was run off the boat, give me a hug, and cry and say I can't live without you. Thank goodness you're finally going to After crossing the west with me, I will never force you to go on a blind date with the ladies I have chosen and other nonsense."

The hand that was taken off by the other party turned in mid-air and landed on Jarod's shoulder, and Lord Golden Flower couldn't help laughing.

"Actually, aside from the crying part, that's exactly what I want to do."

Blinking, and then gave the elf an airtight hug.Glorfindel tightened his arms rather viciously, until Garald let out a choked moan from his throat, and tried to crush his toes before he restrained himself a little, resting his chin on the elf's shoulder, Mouth raised:

"You just can't live without me, can you?"

"Hey, this should be my line." Trying to save himself from the arms of this 2-meter-tall bastard, Jarod blushed, and slapped Lord Golden Flower's green cloak with a slap: "Mature A little bit, are you worthy of your age?"

"Ah, this really makes me sad. Obviously you would have followed me and smiled sweetly at me, hugged me and held me high."

"I'm sure I only did this before I was ten years old, and how old do I need me to remind you now?"

"..."

The long-lost air is mixed with the long-lost fragrance of flowers, spreading silently in the port with the smell of the sea.Gray Harbor, White Sail, the group of people waiting to cross to the west, and the smiling blond elf who is bickering with him, everything looks so natural, so impeccable, people can't help but indulge in it.

However, there is always a strange sense of disobedience.

Just like porcelain that is too perfect, it always looks unreal.

Is it because I was in too much of a hurry?

Lifting his head from Glorfindel's arms, looking at the orange light gradually slanting westward on the horizon, Garald frowned slightly, trying to explore the vague discomfort in his heart, but it seemed as if he was grabbing a handful of sand , the harder you use it, the faster it slips away from your fingertips.

He seems to have forgotten something.

Something less perfect, but more real.

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"Damn!!"

It sideways avoided the sharp claws of the orc, and slapped it flying with the shield.Steve Rogers held the elf with his eyes tightly closed in his arms, carefully avoiding all the attacks that might fall on him, his face was livid.

And not far away from him, using magic to forcefully isolate the monster from himself, Merlin looked at the enemies that kept coming in front of him, and his expression was not very good.

None of them thought it would turn out like this.

Ten minutes ago, when Garald was the first to step through the stone door, Steve and Merlin behind him both heard a crisp cracking sound.Immediately, before any of them could react, the elf in front suddenly collapsed as if drained of strength, and was held in the captain's arms, eyes closed tightly, no matter how the two of them called, they did not want to open. open sign.

Jarod had a chest injury, but that level would not cause an elf to faint suddenly. The biggest possibility is that he encountered some problems, such as being enchanted.But Merlin tried a few times under Steve's almost manic gaze, but he didn't find anything useful except that he could confirm that the elf's life would not be in danger for the time being.And before he could continue trying, the mutants who chased them here also began to pounce one after another, forcing the two of them to take Jarod back to the depths of the valley, trying to find a place where they could hide. The place.

"The ruins are a little further inside."

Looking at the steep stone walls all around, he frowned.A gleam of golden light flashed in Merlin's eyes, and at the same time, the magic thoughts spread around him consciously, forming a small defense belt, and flicked away all the sharp claws that were swung: "There is a cave there, maybe we can find it in the cave. Get rid of these annoying monsters over there."

"Then go."

Half of the attention is on fighting against the difficult mutants, while the other half has to worry about the condition of the elf and protect him from harm. Steve will inevitably be a little flustered.Especially now that they lack the power of Garrod, and they have to face more enemies than before, if they are not very careful, they may fall into an extremely passive situation.

He glanced at Jialuode's pale face in his arms, and the eyeballs were moving back and forth uneasily under the tightly closed eyelids.Steve was very anxious, his chest was filled with some kind of unspeakable anger, and his attack was more than twice as hard as usual.He quickly dismembered most of the half-orcs who rushed to him, and followed Merlin towards the safe point he said.

however.

After a long period of high-intensity fighting, physical strength will inevitably decline, not to mention rushing out of the encirclement with the unconscious elf.It was a bit late when Steve noticed the orc who quietly circled behind him and jumped down from the stone wall.

The shield hit the solid scale armor, but at the same time, the sharp claws scratched the shoulder.Captain America staggered a step back, but tripped over a tree root under his feet, and his figure swayed involuntarily.And just such a delay, the monster who had already stood firm on the opposite side seized the opportunity, roared and rushed up, leaving a heavy shadow on his head.

Know that it may be difficult to get out of this attack unscathed.Steve didn't have time to raise the shield again, so he could only turn sideways desperately, holding Jarod in his arms to protect him when he couldn't maintain his balance at all, and facing the half-orc with the other side of his body, secretly hoping that its claws would not Will tear off half of my shoulder.

at this time.

A familiar sound of breaking through the air passed by the ear, leaving a deafening echo in the valley.At the same time, the monster that was rushing towards Steve was stabbed straight into the most vulnerable throat by a long arrow, and almost died in the blink of an eye.Almost fell to the ground together with the body of the orc. The captain tightly protected the elf in his arms, and was stunned for a few seconds before turning his head to look in the direction of the arrow.

There, a hooded figure was standing there holding a bow.And quickly drew an arrow from the quiver behind him and set up a bow, like a god of death, very efficiently harvesting the half-orcs who broke into the valley.

And his archery posture was almost exactly the same as that of Garrod.

"Come with me."

Twist the throat of a raider with a bowstring, and the man waved his hands, his voice low and magnetic.A few strands of long golden hair fell out from under the hood, hanging on his chest, shaking slightly with his movements, for a moment, it was like the sound of the sparkling sea under the moonlight.

"It's you?"

Apparently, he also found this newcomer to the battle. Merlin recognized who it was with just a glance, and obviously had a great sense of trust in him.

He was stunned for a while, but he also believed in the judgment of the mage, and followed the man with his shield in hand.Steve and Merlin fought their way out of the encirclement, followed him through several turns, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they got rid of the pursuers behind them.

"Go in."

Walking into a certain cave with two people and a comatose elf, the man stretched out his hand and gently stroked the rock wall, and Steve was surprised to find that those old stone walls seemed to be awakened, slightly tingling. The light left a bright shadow in the cave.And under its illumination, they can also clearly see that at the end of the cave, there is a platform similar to an altar standing there quietly, above which is an ancient mural depicting a bustling port , the white sails that are about to go to sea are neatly arranged on the sea level, and together with the white gulls flying in the sky, occupy most of the entire mural.

……This is?

The captain couldn't help being taken aback.

"This is Gray Harbor, the starting point for the elves to sail westward to Aman Continent."

Turning around, the man with the hood retracted his longbow and said so.Without the noise of the battlefield, his voice now sounds as beautiful as the strings of a piano, with a slight hoarseness, like the spring breeze blowing through the wilderness, and like the first ray of sunshine melting the ice and snow.

Stretching out his hand, he slowly took off the hood under Steve's gaze.His beautiful blue eyes blinked slowly, and his eyes swept across Captain America's face, and finally fell on Garald, who was in his arms with his eyes closed, and couldn't help being tender for a moment.

"You are--"

Instantly recalling the oil painting he had seen in Garrod's house and the elf in the oil painting, Steve's face flashed with shock: "Glorfindel?"

"It seems that Garrod mentioned me to you."

Pushing back the blond hair hanging in front of him, the man nodded, remembering something, watching the captain slightly frowning:

"I didn't expect you to come here with him, Steve Rogers."

"—what happened? Or, what is your relationship with him this time?"