In the cave with the flickering fire, the corpses of thirty or forty dwarves lay scattered in various directions, and their clothes were also slightly different. A small part of them could tell that they had stayed in this cave environment for a long time.
Not only had the dust on the clothes never been cleaned, but even the hair was stuck in strands with grease.
The other majority of dwarves are slightly different. It's not that they are cleaner than others, but they don't have that dust-covered feeling. There is no difference between them. They all have the same lack of attention to hygiene.
The only difference may be that the dwarf leader was slumped in the center of the cave. His once luxurious clothes were soaked in blood, and there were several arrows shining with blue and white light on his chest. The right hand that once held the golden battle ax was no longer
Break away from the arm and stay alone.
The cut part of the wound was extremely flat, and it was obvious at first glance that it had been cut with a sharp weapon.
The last place he guarded was a stone table, where a pool of pitch-black powder was piled up, shimmering with a strange light against the fire.
Hermione held a dark war hammer in both hands and stood blankly beside the stone table.
Before all this happened, the black crystal ball suddenly erupted in a breathtaking firelight. At a glance, it was clear that someone was behind the operation. Hermione had already determined that the black crystal ball had strange abilities, so
After killing the dwarves blocking the way, attack it immediately.
After being hit by the sledgehammer, the crystal ball exuded a frightening aura. As it shattered into powder, a black and reddish smoke rose directly towards Hermione.
The passage quickly flew out.
However, looking like that always gives people a feeling of running away.
After a while, Horimion was the first to wake up from the state of shock, and the Twilight Knights who followed Horimion also woke up from their coma and fell into a state of recalling and thinking.
In confusion.
They did not encounter any decent resistance in the battle with the dwarves, so they were able to quickly support Hermione when she was in a tough battle, but in the end the entire army was wiped out the moment the crystal ball shattered.
Even the oldest Twilight Knight has only heard of this kind of power in family legends, and it is exclusive to the Sindarin elves.
"Cleaning the battlefield, our mission has been completed." After seeing that his companions were not harmed, Hermione casually threw away the black war hammer in his hand and issued a new order.
And he himself was carefully observing the environment in the cave, preparing to report everything that happened here to Allen, who was cleaning up the aftermath in the city.
At this time, Winterreborg was in chaos and orderly, with a lot of noisy shouts coming and going.
"Stretcher, stretcher, there is a man with a broken leg here." "We need wound medicine here, does Miruwo still have it?" "Make way, make way, the wounded here need to be treated by His Majesty himself."
What was different from the noisy noise was that the doctors' treatment, the transfer of the wounded, and the soldiers' guarding were all very orderly. There were almost no collisions, and everyone was completing their part of the job in perfect harmony.
"For such a dangerous matter, you should seek the help of other wise men instead of facing it alone. It is too dangerous. You should value your own life and at least find a way to inform me before you start. The situation just now is really serious.
It's too dangerous. If I hadn't happened to be a guest at the Eagle's Nest and happened to look east, I wouldn't have gotten here in time."
Gandalf, who was sitting next to Alan and was recovering his strength, spoke with blame and concern. He had just confronted Sauron and consumed most of his strength, and his long gray beard was wet with sweat.
Even the already lit tobacco pipe was only smoked occasionally, and most of the time was spent breathing.
Allen, who was sitting on the side and recovering his strength, glanced at the open space in the castle with a clear heart.
He also came to his senses at this time. After the battle at Black Gate and the trip to Moria, he began to blindly believe in the abilities he had mastered, and underestimated Sauron, who had lost most of his power. That's why he is like this today.
suffered.
"Dear Gandalf, I accept your concern, because this is indeed an extremely dangerous thing, but what I want to say is, how can it be so easy to find you or other wise men? And as a person here, I
The ruler, I simply cannot stand that my people are being bewitched by darkness, not even for a moment, and the last time I ran around in Eriador for several months to find you."
As he spoke, Allen, who had recovered slightly, stood up, leaving Gandalf thinking alone, and walked towards a citizen who had suffered a serious head injury.
This guy was unlucky. It wasn't that Allen's guards intended to attack his head, but when the soldier was attacked by the black smoke, the weapon in his hand flew out due to the impact, and it happened to be smashed by him.
One had a shattered skull and bleeding eardrums.
In this era, this was equivalent to a fatal injury. Even when James was in Minas Tirith, he exchanged quite a lot of healing techniques with the local medical hospital, but there was no way to cure this injury.
But Allen's ability could handle it. After bursts of white light, the wounded man's chest, which was breathing rapidly, gradually stabilized, and he was soon out of danger. All that was left was a long period of recuperation.
At this time, only Allen, whose injuries were so severe that he was on the verge of death, would take action to treat him.
Because he was completely trying to hold on mentally at this time. There were still quite a few citizens gathered outside the gate of the castle. Allen could not leave here until everything had a result.
However, after all, there were only a few citizens who were seriously injured. Allen only had to sit there quietly most of the time, which was enough to shock everyone present. Even the citizens standing far away were just waiting impatiently for the results.
And not a single sound was made.
After all, Allen had already come forward to briefly describe everything that happened today as soon as the matter ended. After experiencing such a horrific incident, the residents who gathered at the gate of the castle just silently prayed that their relatives would not be too harmed.
serious injury.
Not long after, James walked towards Allen with a piece of parchment. This priest, who was much younger than when he came to Middle-earth, had a sad look on his face, because the condition of the wounded was very bad.
"Alan, take a look at this." As he spoke, James handed over the parchment filled with writing.
Casualty summary and reporting:
The five seriously injured people who are near death have been treated by His Majesty and they only need to go home to rest.
The 235 injured, who suffered broken bones and severe muscle bruises but were not life-threatening, have been properly placed and sent to hospitals for recuperation.
Some of the slightly injured people will recover quickly after applying medicine.
A situation I have never seen before, six hundred and thirty-five people.
Compared with conventional trauma, these people feel more like their lives have been stolen. Their skin has lost its luster and has become pale and inelastic, and their hair is far grayer than yesterday. It is as if they have suddenly aged more than ten years. Some of them have lost their luster and become pale and inelastic. The older wounded even had age spots on their faces and were in a state of trance, unable to communicate normally with others.
This is very strange. It is a disease that has never happened before. I hope all adults who read the report will take it seriously.
Written by: Phoenix, recorded on the night of July 28, 2949, in the Third Era.
Looking at the report in front of him and thinking about everything that had just happened, Allen quickly came up with his own guess.
Obviously, Sauron did not use his original power in the confrontation with himself and Gandalf, but forcibly absorbed the life force of others to show such terrifying power. As for the way, it was probably with those bronze Jewelry related.
And the more crucial secret, which Allen didn't know, was that in the First Era, Sauron, who had not yet inherited Morgoth's legacy, was known as the "Magician" and had once transformed a huge vampire.
How many weird abilities the Dark Lord has at this time, not to mention even Gandalf, I'm afraid he can't tell clearly.
"Alan, you have also seen that the symptoms displayed by these people are very strange, but according to my observation, they should have lost too much vitality. In the words of Gondor, they have burned out their own lives in a short period of time. Fire, if I want to cure them, I need your help, to be precise, the bottle of potion you once gave me."
"Understood." Allen nodded with sudden realization. After all, he was not a professional doctor. There were too many things to consider at this time, and he did not think of this at the first time.
"I do still have some potion of immortality, but James, if you want to supply more than 600 people, it is completely impossible. Do you have any other methods?"
Even if Finnis, who sells potions, is killed, he will not be able to produce more than 600 bottles of elixir. Although his team has the formula for refining the elixir, it is extremely secretive and the output is not high. Medicinal materials are also very precious.
However, no elven-related materials were used, such as live elven hearts or warm elven blood. This is something Aldalia has confirmed, because the moment the elixir appeared,
There are such rumors circulating on the continent of Pendor.
"Alan, everyone does not need to drink a bottle. I know that is impossible, but the potion can be diluted, and Beorn has begun to produce a small amount of Miruwo, and then I am looking for
Some medicinal herbs that are beneficial to the wounded, after brewing them in a certain proportion, the potion should be able to relieve the symptoms of these people, but to be on the safe side, I need at least six bottles of potion."
James's eyes flashed a little as he spoke, because he was not 100% sure that he could achieve the effect he said, but things always had to be done, and he, who was kind-hearted, could not just watch the more than 600 people one after another.
die.
There were many people there who were his neighbors, and many people greeted him in a friendly manner yesterday. Even if they were strangers, James, as a doctor, would do his best to treat these people.
Allen did not hesitate for long after hearing that he only needed six bottles of potion, because he could now get the potion from Fenyx at the cost price, thanks to the strong cooperation of the Noldor elves.
Because Aldalia sent a "friendly" cavalry army, led by Allen, and marched at lightning speed, they invited Fenyx's team to the Noldor Forest in a desert.
They were also asked to make a batch of potions on the spot, which verified Finnis' statement that elf blood was not needed.
Then, the team stayed in the forest. It was not that Aldaria wanted to imprison them. After confirming that these scholars did not persecute the elves, the warlord was no longer interested in them.
Lun sent them away from the elven forest.
If it were Aldalia in the past, these humans would probably be hanged, but for the sake of Allen, the cruel elf family leader decided to let them live. After all, these people "please" in the name of Allen.
"Come, it can only be said to be a fantasy version of "looking at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face."
It's just that these guys who were able to refine the mysterious potion actually refused to leave after seeing the magic from Alak. They said something like "I must die in front of knowledge", as if they were willing to pay for the pursuit of magic.
What life looks like.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the end, Allen, who had a huge demand for potions, acted as a middleman and talked to the more open-minded Yin Silandil, and finally let the elves stay
The condition is that these scholars need to hand over some potions or dinars regularly as a fee for staying in the elven territory.
The elves will shelter these scholars in the forest and exchange some magical knowledge under limited circumstances. These scholars do master some things that the Noldor elves don't know.
As for the benefits that Allen gained, in addition to being able to purchase precious potions at very low prices, his store in Changhe Town also had some more potions as merchandise, which allowed him to earn more quickly, which he never gets too much.
dinar.
Therefore, six bottles of magic potion is not too heavy a burden for Allen. Compared with more than six hundred healthy citizens, Rovanian is developing rapidly at this time.
Every population is important.
Otherwise, Allen would not have put so much effort into solving this crisis. His population is still too small, so small that even the death of thousands of people would be extremely serious damage.
James got the potion and left with satisfaction. He would start his own experiment overnight. Manid, who had been waiting for a long time, saw this scene and came over with a dwarf.
Even though several hours had passed, Tehar still looked shocked. He never thought that he would bring such huge trouble to this land. He just wanted to make more money, and there happened to be someone else.
Let him sell the jewelry at extremely low prices, it's that simple.