The clouds gathered and the strong wind swelled.

Then a sudden heavy rain poured down, pouring the two elves who had nowhere to hide from the rain in the isolated plain into a chicken.

In the sky, the dazzling sun that had been blooming not long ago was nowhere to be found, and lightning boomed in the dark clouds above my head.

The horses neighed, the elf was not in appearance, and the flood-like rain rustled in their ears. They looked at each other, feeling helpless about the sudden change of weather.

But within a while, Charles' magical talent allowed the two elves to escape from the bad situation of continuing to get wet.

He pointed to the ground on the back of the horse, and the large grass that was originally bent by the heavy rain suddenly began to grow wildly, half a person high, one person high, more than two meters high...

The waist stretched in the air, and then the bodies were entangled and pulled each other tightly. While resisting the continuous impact of heavy rain under the dark sky, the growing grass gradually entangled a green grass greenhouse that looked very strong, completely blocking the two horses and the two riders on the horse's back.

A small shack woven from green grass suddenly appeared in the vast and flat field, and it was just under the nose, which made the blonde elves look at Charles in a shock.

Although he had heard of and witnessed the magical reputation of Shire, he only thought that this person was well mastered by magical spells, and was born with a higher talent than other elves.

But what's going on now?

A spell that was invented alone?

This is not like it. Even if his talent is amazing, it takes time to launch an elf spell, but just now he didn't see the other party appear to be brewing a spell!

"Don't look at me like this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have used it." Shire told the truth, but the other party couldn't understand this at all.

However, after seeing Charles turn their heads, Fenrod didn't ask any questions, but looked at Charles deeply, then turned to look at the vast wilderness outside the shed, which was hazy due to the heavy rain.

"Depending on the situation, the rain can't stop in a short period of time."

The horses under him had calmed down, but Fenrod's tone was filled with worry, "But if the rain had been too long, we would not be able to pass through the ferry on the Tiglin River. The flood caused by the heavy rain might cause it to become paralyzed for a long time."

"Is there any other way to go?" Charles asked.

"We can go west and try to cross the Tygrin River from a narrow corner in the middle of the Brehill Forest and Neildoris Forest, where there is another ferry built by the Dorias tribe, with relatively gentle waters, which is easier to pass than the place we were originally walking."

"But shouldn't there be beautiful slings protected there? Do you have a way to cross the slings of Dorias?"

The Briehill Forest, the Neildoris Forest, and the Regian Forest, these three forests are located in the middle of Berreand, close to each other, forming most of the areas within the Kingdom of Dorias.

“The Briehill Forest is not protected by the rings, so we can be unobstructed there.”

Fenrod obviously knew Dorias better than Charles and explained his problem. So Charles nodded and stopped talking about anything more.

He thought the route was good, but Fenrod hesitated about it.

"But we'd better pray that the rain will stop as soon as possible. Changing the route in the middle made me a little resistant. Perhaps the danger that Galadriel mentioned should be on this."

Danger?

What dangers can there be so close to Dorias?

This thought flashed through Shire.

But he had no objection to this. After all, if you want to be familiar with this continent, the person next to you is many times more familiar with than him.

Looking up at the top of my head, the straw shed, which was temporarily constructed with "knowledge", would not seem to be broken for a while. So after discussion, they decided to wait for the rainstorm to stop here and then depend on the situation.

But what made them helpless was that the rain fell for three days and three nights in a row before it could barely stop.

The air after the heavy rain did not feel fresh, but was damp and cool, as well as a lot of earthy smell on the grass under your feet, which smelled very badly.

The ground under her feet had become mud, and the two elves, dressed in clothes, walked out of the somewhat crushed straw shed.

He looked up at the sky that was still cloudy, and looked to the north for a few more glances. Fenrod couldn't help but say to Charles: "It seems we can only change our way."

"Do you want to wait?" Charles suggested.

"The only thing that comes is a bigger rainstorm." Fenrod shook his head.

So they took advantage of the rain to stop and started to set off again.

Although the prophecy made the two of them cautiously, they actually did not completely avoid it.

What shouldn't come cannot come, what should come will always come, even if you hide around.

Faced with such mysterious and mysterious things, no one knows what kind of encounters will happen and where the danger will come from.

...

Two horses, one red and one white, ran rapidly in the fields, and occasionally changed routes due to lakes and muddy stone woodlands on the road.

Gradually, the forest was visible from afar, and the misty cynical belt of Dorias slowly came into his eyes.

However, just as they passed by a towering bald mountain called Amonruz, dangers appeared quietly.

...

At the top of the bald mountain, four ugly dwarves in scrub the edge of a hidden cave. They were looking at the green field plains below as if they were admiring the high ground, but suddenly they saw the figure of the elves.

The two elves did not care about this gray mountain because they were anxious to get on. However, the dwarves, who were smaller than ordinary dwarves on the mountain, focused their eyes on the very obvious blonde figure.

"Feragond?"

"Is it Feragond?"

"Smash me up, am I blind?"

"You are not blind, it's him, that damn nest picker!"

"He is the elf king, how could he be the first?"

"Are you blind? Haven't you seen a servant next to him?"

"Do we want to attack them?"

"We can't beat Feragond..."

"Then forget it?"

"never mind……"

"never mind?"

"But I'm very angry!"

"I'm very angry, too."

"And me!"

"Look, they seem to be in the direction of Brighill!"

"Brihill...Brihill!?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We are talking about the Father of the Dragon!"

"That's right, it's it! The father of the evil dragon, look at how powerful this name is. I think it can just open its mouth and ask Feragond to crawl into its belly!"

"But there is no evil dragon in Brighill..."

"Yes, where is there any evil dragon? Are you blind?"
Chapter completed!