Whoosh-!

A black arrow suddenly pierced through the sky, and after touching the obstacle, it penetrated without any pause, bringing out a trace of blood flowers and falling down.

The severe pain came, and a vulture flying leisurely in the sun roared miserably. The sudden passing of vitality in its body made its wings flap in a panic but quickly and weak.

Finally, the whole bird fell down in a high altitude and fell straight toward the earth below.

With a bang, the surface of the ground that was originally growing with dense grass was smashed into chaos by gray-feathered vultures. The blood splashed around the ground by gravity was stained red, and the gray-haired rabbit that had just jumped out of the hole not far away was so scared that it flew back.

Fortunately, it ran fast, otherwise it would inevitably be affected.

Because just two seconds after the vulture landed, a black "lightning" suddenly fell from the sky, and with a sneer, it "slashed" a tiny deep hole on the ground!

The picture was silent as a result, and blood was flowing under the cover of messy feathers, but not long after, a pair of feet wearing black boots stepped into the place.

The tail of the cloak on his legs was shaking, and a hand wearing a half-finger black cloth glove was raised and grabbed at the surface. The black iron arrow stained with viscous soil suddenly rushed out of the deep hole and was picked up by this hand.

"Why are there so many bald people?"

A gentle voice muttered to himself, but he turned around and left without paying much attention.

At the same time, the metal arrows that were all black were wiped clean by the sound owner and then inserted into the quiver behind the waist.

...

Her long black hair was neatly bound by a silver forehead, wearing a tight knee-length brown robe and gray trousers, and a gray cloak.

On the surface, Charles was dressed like an ordinary elf traveler at this time, and it was no different except for his appearance.

However, in fact, inside his slender and fitted linen clothing, it was wrapped with a layer of black close-fitting armor.

Just like the knight's chain mail, it cannot be seen on the outside, but its use is very obvious.

The armor made of a black jade metal mixed secret script sequence called Galvon is as light as ordinary leather, but its defense is stronger than steel.

Although it cannot be mass-produced because the materials are difficult to collect, it is perfect as a private custom gift.

In addition to the outfit he wore during this trip, Charles actually brought two sets, one for his cheap uncle, and the other for his cheap uncle, but he had never met him.

These two sets of armor are the highlight of this trip, but in fact, they are not very heavy because of the secret text. They shrink and wrap them in cloth, like two packs of packages, which looks no different from the food bags you carry with you.

At this time, all these luggage were hung on the back of a snow-white horse not far away. Because of the long-term journey, the sweat stains on the horse's body flashed slightly in the sun.

However, it did not seem to be very breathless, but was leisurely lowering its head and gnawing on the green weeds on the roadside.

At the foot is a vast field, and a wide and short hill can be seen in the distance. It is Amoneri, the end of Andram, the long-church, and the place where Denethor, the previous generation king of the Nando tribe, fell.

So in fact, at this time, Charles barely left the Seven Rivers and officially arrived in the eastern area of ​​Berryand.

There was nothing delay along the way, but it was a memory from "small time", which made Charles couldn't help but draw an arrow to shoot it down every time he saw a vulture - although these birds were most likely just passing by.

He crossed his horse, looked up at the bright sky above his head, and found no other abnormality, and then raised his hand and patted the horse's neck.

So the white horse named Annor sniffed unwillingly, and then spread its limbs and slowly set off on the road.

At this time, the Middle Earth world had no formed roads except for certain specific routes, so that the surface of the wilderness hidden under the green grass seemed a little uneven, which also caused some trouble for rushing to the road.

However, Annor's hooves, which are flowing with Amanzhou blood, are agile and flexible, and can maintain a speed like walking on the ground here, but there are inevitably some bumps in it.

The journey was long and boring, and he stopped and stopped until night fell and the stars bloomed, and he could barely reach the Amoneri low hill.

Following the not-so-steep hill to the top, and after settling the horse, Charle leaned directly against a rocky shadow on the top of the hill more than ten meters high.

On the left is the road when I came, which is clear and clear from the overlook, and on the right is also an endless field.

Because the elves' eyesight is not afraid of darkness, he does not make fire. At the same time, as a peculiar race, the elves generally make a biscuit called Lambas, and they do not need to use fire to bake food.

At this moment, Charle was leaning against the rock chewing on the dark yellow biscuits, looking thoughtful.

The source of Lambas comes from Javanna, one of Vera. She is the gift of the fruits after the earth and created all the plants on the surface.

When the great migration of the elves began, she taught Lambas's production method and the specific wheat seeds needed to the elves, in order to allow them to travel to the West more smoothly.

So even the green elf who is a "country bumpkin" can make this kind of food.

The taste of Lambas seems to be similar to the honey cakes you remember (because he doesn't remember what the cookies taste like, so he can't be sure).

But what's very special is that this kind of biscuit does not leave any residue in the mouth. Everything will instantly turn into a sweet and soft liquid after touching the body fluid and then be swallowed into the stomach.

Lambas, the elves, the dark demon king (Soren was the second one), all kinds of things were in front of him, forcing Charles to think of some memories of the past.

In fact, at this time, he had already vaguely realized where he was in the world he was in, but Shire was not completely sure, because it seemed very different from the world in memory.

Or, it seems that it is not in the same era.

Then for him, there seems to be no difference between knowing and not knowing.

"If this is really the world, what about the foggy mountains? Where are the foggy mountains?"

Still thinking about it, he thought of the information he asked about when he talked to Fenrod in the past.

There is no place called the Mist Mountains on the land under your feet. Fenrod, who covers the entire Bereander, is very sure of this.

Unfortunately, what Charles didn't know was that the Mist Mountains were later called, and the current name of the mountain was Heath Aeglier.

This name means a foggy mountain in ancient elf language, and is a fortification created by Milkau in ancient times to block a certain Vera.

But even if he knew the name, Fenrod could not know where it was.

Except for some Nando or wild elves who reside outside the Berreand range, only the elves who had participated in the migration may have some impression of this.

Because before crossing the Blue Mountains, the biggest obstacle they faced was actually Heath Aeglier.

But basically all of those ancient existences remained in Amen.

...

The dazzling starry sky was shrouded in the sky. Shire, who was sitting on the rock and was thinking about his memory, had already eaten a cookie clean. He subconsciously reached out to pick up the second one, but suddenly his mind moved, and then quickly picked up the short bow he placed at his hand.

"who!?"

No one responded. In the night, there was no figure in the hillside in front of him, and around the fields outside the hillside. It was just a talented person, but Charles did not think what he felt was wrong.

He was already wary of the few vultures that appeared during the day. When he noticed something was wrong, he stood up and directly erected a black iron arrow in front of him, ready to shoot a fatal blow at any time.

And when the feeling emerged in his heart again, he vaguely guessed the direction of the other party, so he moved his steps and the arrow suddenly came out!

The sound of breaking through the air was cold, and the sharp black arrow flashed away under the moonlight, and a sneer shot into the surface of a stone on the hillside!

At the same time, a hair-like sound suddenly appeared in the quiet night.
Chapter completed!