Chapter 21 Departure

Facing the excitedly stuttering Mr. Gimli, Fang Senyan smiled slightly and sat him down on the stool next to him.

Mr. Gimli had no idea what to do with his hands and feet for a moment, snorting like a rutting bull, breathing heavily, and stammering again:

"Y-y-y-you s-s-s-s-said the th-th-th-th-thing..."

Fang Senyan beckoned to the sad-faced, crippled bartender to pour him a drink. Fang Senyan took it and placed it in front of Mr. Gimli, whose face was flushed, and smiled:

"Don't rush, my friend, we have plenty of time. Here, finish this drink first."

Mr. Gimli huffed and puffed for a while, opened his mouth, then picked up the wine in front of him and drank it down in one gulp. But in an instant, his face became very interesting. To put it bluntly, his nose, mouth, and eyes all wrinkled together, and the braided beard trembled constantly. It took seven or eight seconds before he was tearful, stuttering:

"By Neva, the God of Stone!! I earnestly beg you, even if it shortens my life by a hundred years, please never let my tongue touch such a devilish substance again. This thing simply defiles the word 'wine'!"

"But it cured your stutter," Fang Senyan said with a smile. "Well, I know what you want to ask, so my formal answer now is no problem, I didn't lie to you."

"You really have a way to find enough mithril and adamantine??" Mr. Gimli said, sucking in cold air because his teeth were almost being soured.

Fang Senyan nodded and said:

"Yes, dear Mr. Gimli, if I remember correctly, you should have asked the same question six times already, and I have answered you six times. I don't want a seventh similar question to appear. The Sanctuary."

"Then what do you want?" Mr. Gimli asked eagerly.

"Everything powerful related to space magic!" Fang Senyan's tone was grand: "As much as you have."

"Then what about the mithril and adamantine?" Mr. Gimli suddenly rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly: "Although we are friends, but, that, this, the other family elders don't know you, so, then, well..."

"I know you must have doubts and your own worries. After all, I don't have much fame on the continent, so I have prepared the necessary things as a token." Fang Senyan said lightly, then stood up and took Mr. Gimli to the room in the back, opening a seemingly ordinary box.

Suddenly, a soft and warm light entered Mr. Gimli's eyes, and he became stuttering again:

"God of Earth! This should be the Dawn Elf's Coronet. It must have taken a lot of effort to forge it. It's actually inlaid with three permanent divine spells. Tsk tsk, and look at this mana emerald inlaid in the center, it's simply a masterpiece."

"How much do you think this thing is worth?" Fang Senyan said lightly.

Mr. Gimli said very simply:

"It can be exchanged for a town from the Gondorians, that kind of prosperous town with a population of at least ten thousand."

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"Good. So if I give this thing to you as collateral, then can I gain the trust of your clan members? If you collect enough space magic equipment and then find out that I am a liar, then you can get this precious coronet as compensation."

"It's settled then, my friend." Mr. Gimli said very readily: "We dwarves have magic arrays for quick communication and delivery of items. This is a gift from Neva, the God of Stone, so you will see what you want in three days. Wait! This Dawn Elf Coronet isn't stolen, is it? The Sanctuary."

Fang Senyan shook his head with a wry smile:

"Do you think I have such a powerful ability to get this thing without the Dawn Elves' permission?"

The dwarven youth showed unusual shrewdness and stubbornness on this point.

Fortunately, Fang Senyan was prepared. After clapping his hands, Elder Annel. Salorn and several other elves walked in, bowed deeply to Fang Senyan, and then said to the dwarven youth:

"The Dawn Elf Coronet in the hands of the Guardian is of clean origin. It was personally given to him by the master and there is absolutely no problem."

Fang Senyan looked at Mr. Gimli and added:

"If I were you, I would go and prepare to collect those space magic equipment now. Otherwise, my friend, you will face the awkward situation of insufficient exchange items. I will be back within a week, bringing you mithril and adamantine that you cannot imagine."

"Okay, okay, I'll go and contact the clan." Mr. Gimli shrugged helplessly. But when he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said worriedly: "You really have a way to find enough mithril and adamantine??"

Fang Senyan: "………. This is the seventh time you've asked this question! Did I just fart the whole time? You damn little brat!!"

Half an hour later,

Fang Senyan and Reef stood with a group of elves in front of the giant oak tree: the Sacred Sindar.

Among this group of elves, there were not only hidden masters like Annel. Salorn, but also masters of space magic like Elder Disas. Rootbeard.

Fang Senyan pressed his palm against the bark of the Sacred Sindar and communicated with the Mist Song maiden:

"Right now, King Elrond and Mr. Glorfindel are in a state of desperation. As far as I know, the Elf King Thranduil of Mirkwood and the Elf Chieftain Galadriel of Lothlórien have already set off, claiming to be coming for King Elrond's injuries. The other major forces on the continent have also sent their subordinates to Rivendell under the guise of medical treatment, so you are absolutely safe until this storm passes!"

The Mist Song maiden's voice was still soft and糯糯: "I believe in you, my guardian. I am always looking forward to seeing you, to relying on your shoulder."

"I am also looking forward to it." Fang Senyan said very seriously: "But the current opportunity can be said to be fleeting, so I have to wrong you to continue to stay in Rivendell and attract the attention of others. Taking advantage of this time, I will do some things that I have to do. After I finish, we can be together again."

Then Fang Senyan turned around and said to the group of elves:

"Our destination is the place where Princess Mist Song. Sun Chaser was once imprisoned. It used to be the Uruk-hai modulation site, with a simple but powerful mage tower. Does anyone know about that place?"

The answer Fang Senyan received was undoubtedly surprising to him. At least half of the people had been there and personally destroyed that hellish place. This included Elder Annel. Salorn and Disas. Rootbeard.

According to these elves, it would only take about a day and a half to get there. Fang Senyan was extremely surprised. When he first entered this world, he still had a vivid memory of that **** escort experience. They were escorted by orcs and Uruk-hai for at least two and a half days before they reached the location of Saruman's tower! But this time has been shortened to a day and a half! This could not but be amazing.

But at this time, Mist Song gave Fang Senyan another surprise:

"Perhaps this time can be even shorter."

At this time, she began to cut off the mental connection with Fang Senyan, and then it could be clearly felt that the Sacred Oak Sindar began to quickly condense the power of magic. This ancient and powerful oak began to carry the power of Mist Song, and then acted on the surrounding soil through its continuous root system.

The next second, a Manchurian red bean fir as tall as ten meters began to shake its body, pulling its body out of the loose soil. It could be seen that its bark began to wrinkle, its branches and leaves rapidly swayed and grew, and then on its body surface, there were constant flashes of dazzling white light, rapidly transforming its body. In the soil, there was also a mysterious force gathered, and finally attached to the trunk of this Manchurian red bean fir like a possession.

After a mere ten seconds, a giant tree man who looked burly and docile stood respectfully in front of Fang Senyan and the others with his hands hanging down.

"This is the Shepherd of Trees, Farrell. You can ride on his body to travel, and with his help, you will only delay two days on the round trip. More importantly, although that evil modulation site has been destroyed, there are still a large number of evil orcs and Uruk-hai living in the Misty Mountains. Mr. Farrell's strength can help you deal with these evils even more easily."

Mist Song's voice was a little tired, but also had a hint of relief, obviously she was proud that she could help. The remaining elves shouted at the same time:

"The eternal sun guides us!"

Then, everyone climbed on the shoulders of this giant tree man, Mr. Farrell, and tied their bodies with the drooping vines. Then Mr. Farrell strode forward and headed towards the ruins of Saruman's destroyed mage tower at an amazing speed.