The climate in Heslum is relatively harsh and the landform is quite barren. Looking around, there are gray and white rocks and the grass and trees are growing very sparsely.

After crossing the Shadow Mountains, there was a vast wilderness, and at this time a team of soldiers sent by Charles and Fengon were on the border of the wilderness.

Looking up, the earth is even more gloomy when the sky is facing each other, the sun is dim, and there are dense mountains behind it.

The cool wind blew slowly, somewhat similar to the cold underground wind that Charles encountered when he was in a dwarf city-state, cold and wet.

Compared with the prairie on the other side of the Shadow Mountains, this place is actually more like a gateway to the residence of the Dark Great Enemy.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard for Charles to believe that this desolate area would be in the Middle Land, where the scenery was generally beautiful, and it was also a territory ruled by the Supreme King of Nodo.

"We just need to follow this stream and we can reach the camp where His Majesty is."

The leader among the guards said this to Charles.

What he was referring to was a river flowing on a large number of gray and black pebbles not far away. The water was surging, and the blurry place that followed this deserted wilderness and reached the end of the sight.

Tighten the thick cloak on his body, Charles nodded.

Then they began to continue their journey, but not walking, and they were riding under them the horses provided in the camp at the foot of the mountain.

These snow-white horses are similar to the one Charles once rode, and also have the bloodline of a blessed land in the West. They are strong in physical strength and have high wisdom, which is completely different from ordinary horses.

This horse was originally presented by the son of Fengon, the son of Fengon, who had been rescued. Over the years, they continued to reproduce and eventually led to the famous cavalry legion of the Nodo tribe.

The cavalry often rode their horses on the grasslands in the north, and sometimes even went straight to the gate of Angban, while the enemy seemed to pay little attention to the constant visit of his own door.

Apart from occasionally sending orcs out to harass it, it is basically difficult to hear abnormal movements there.

So much so that some of the Nodo soldiers that Charles had come into contact with during this period were obviously underestimated by Morgoth's power.

The bystander was clear, and coupled with his own talent, Charles could feel that this kind of psychology was common. However, he did not say much.

Because it's useless to say it - the fact is that Morgoth was blocked in Angban for hundreds of years, and he was beaten back after several struggles.

...

As I kept moving forward, the endless mountains behind me became more and more hazy, and the dark camp could be seen at the end of my sight.

Because the current land in Middle-earth is flat rather than round, although it seems that they are about to reach their destination, the distance is still quite far away.

However, riding a good horse without having to rush on your own is not a torment.

The guards who escorted him were also quite active. After obtaining the consent of Charles, some of them even took out their musical instruments and sang them on their own, with a clear and pleasant voice.

Relatively speaking, although Nordo is not as good as the Sinda or even the Nando tribes, this does not mean that they do not like it.

Elf, or creatures in this world, generally love music, whether elves or humans, whether kind or evil.

How this habit appeared was confusing to Charles, but thinking about the creation of the entire Middle Earth was composed of music, and having such a custom doesn't seem to be something incomprehensible.

Nodo's singing was so heroic and beautiful, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, which made the bumpy road not seem to be too long.

However, as we walked, there were also bursts of songs floating from afar.

A guard who was singing solo moved his ears, then suddenly stopped singing, and bowed to Charles apologetically.

"My sister's misfortune is approaching, and I cannot remain happy on such occasions. I'm really sorry, sir."

His words made Charles a little strange, but he knew what this meant in a short while.

More than a dozen figures gathered together, two of them carrying a stretcher and slowly walked along the bank of the surging river.

The sky is dark and the gray and white earth is deserted and quiet, which reflects the difficult crowd, which makes their singing seem lonely.

The people in this peddler were generally wearing heavy animal skin clothes, and the leader played the piano and the sadness in his mouth was very obvious.

As they approached the back, they gradually became clear, and Charles discovered that they were not elves, but humans.

Compared with the dominant elves of the current era, human appearance is generally similar to elves.

But their biggest difference is not the difference in appearance and temperament, but the general beard of humans, but elves never grow beards, or they are not old enough to grow beards.

"Where do you come from?" As the group of humans approached, the guards of Nodo stepped forward to ask

"From the hill of Mislin, escort the son of Malich to be buried in the place he has always guarded." The singing man replied, then bent down to Shir and Nordo.

"There are many Eden warriors in the fortress to help defend, and Imrah was once a member of the cavalry." An escort explained in a low voice to Charles, with sad eyes.

The Edens are the general name of the three human clans that are currently in contact with the elves.

Upon hearing this, Charles looked at the unconscious human on the stretcher and couldn't help but feel silent.

His face was withered and pale, his eyes were swollen, and his forehead was covered with sweat in the cold weather... Although he had not died completely, he was obviously terminally ill.

Compared with the elves who are invincible, humans are a very fragile race. The sick are the weak, the dead are clumsy, and afraid of the darkness... It is not unreasonable that some elves are full of superiority in front of humans.

As a human being, Charles could actually empathize with it more.

However, in the face of this situation, he was actually powerless.

Disease is not a pain, and cannot be solved with simple vitality.

At this time, Charles could prepare drugs that were more effective than the therapeutic agents he prepared at first, but when encountering such things, he still needed to prescribe the right medicine.

Just facing an unknown disease, you can't simply find a suitable treatment.

When he was in the Haradin, it took him three years to finally make a cure medicine. Although it was mainly because of his lack of knowledge about plants at that time, now, he was not sure that he could successfully invent new medicine.

It was a bit sad, but it was not because of this patient. He had not felt the sympathy for Mo Shen when he saw the victim. After all, both sides did not know each other at all.

He just lamented the fragility of life and the cruelty of death - although his spiritual talent can bring him extraordinary power, it also makes him very sensitive to the existence of emotions...

After a brief conversation, the human team bypassed the elves and continued to move towards the north.

Their destination was a fortress in the mountains, and the sick man would eventually be buried there, accompanying his past comrades, looking at the great enemy of Angban from afar.

Charle, who looked at the back of the people, moved his fingers slightly. In a quiet moment, a wonderful force grew from the human body surface on the stretcher, allowing his painful and tired heart to relax a little, and also allowing the many flowers covered with slightly withered due to the wind to shake and stretch, and all bloomed into the brightest shape.

This was a sad power that grew from sighs, and Shire did it easily, and then he turned around and continued on his way.

But not long after, a cry of surprise came from behind him, which made him smile.

No one knows what he did, nor does he have any ideas to tell others.

Let this matter become God's will.

Isn’t it a good omen that makes people feel surprised just because the withered flowers bloom?

Although it cannot cure anything, it is enough to dilute the pessimism caused by death.

...

The Charles, who was fine, was still rushing to the road and gradually disappeared on the hazy horizon.

But two ethereal voices quietly sounded on the other side of the world, and they were discussing this matter.

"Humans should not be afraid of death. Death is a gift, not a curse."

"The twisted shadows always linger in the hearts of this group of children, making them afraid of death and equally afraid of the unknown... This is our negligence."

"No, this is inevitable of fate."

"There is no necessity in all things in the world. The established destiny has been rewritten, and we have witnessed it with our own eyes."

"Things are not over yet, everything is still unknown."

"Unless Namu intervenes."

"Namu cannot intervene."

"He really can't... Are you sure this little guy is not Irmu's illegitimate son?"

"This joke is not funny."

"Will you help him?"

"I will not help him, my power cannot penetrate the darkness."

"That……"
Chapter completed!