Facing Mr. Gimli who was so excited that he stuttered directly, Sheyan smiled slightly and pushed him on the stool next to him.
For a moment, Mr. Gimley had the illusion of not knowing where his hands and feet were, and his nostrils were panting like a bull in heat, and he stammered again:
"Talk, talk, talk, talk..."
Sheyan beckoned and asked the disabled bartender with a frowning face to pour him a glass of wine. Sheyan took it and placed it in front of the blushing little Mr. Gimli, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, my friend, we still have a lot of time. Come on, you finish this glass of wine first."
Little Mr. Gimley panted for a while, opened his mouth, and then drank the wine in front of him in one gulp. However, his complexion became very exciting in an instant. Intuitively speaking, it was the nose, mouth, and eyes They were all shrunk together, and the braided beard and braids were trembling non-stop. It took seven or eight seconds before the whole face was filled with anger, and he stammered:
"God of rock Neva! I beg you sincerely, even if you shorten my lifespan by a hundred years, don't let my tongue be stained with such a devilish liquid again. This thing is simply You have tarnished the word wine!"
"But it cured your stutter." Sheyan smiled and said, "Well, I know what you want to ask in your heart, so my official answer now is that there is no problem, and I didn't lie to you."
"You really have a way to find enough mithril, fine gold??" Little Mr. Gimli said while gasping for his teeth that were about to get sore.
Sheyan nodded and said:
"Yes—dear Mr. Gimley, if I remember correctly, you have asked the same question six times, and I have answered you six times, and I don't want a seventh like that. There was a problem."
"Then what do you want?" Mr. Gimli asked urgently.
"All powerful equipment related to space magic!" Sheyan said in a strong tone, "As much as you have."
"What about mithril and pure gold?" Mr. Gimli suddenly rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "Although we are friends, um, um, and other elders of the family don't know you, so, so, so... "
"I know you will definitely have doubts and your own worries. After all, I am not famous on the mainland at all, so I have prepared the necessary things as tokens." Sheyan said lightly, then stood up, with Leading Mr. Gimli Jr. into the back room, he opened a seemingly ordinary box.
Immediately, a soft and warm light shone into the eyes of Mr. Gimli Jr., and he stuttered again:
"God of the Earth! This should be the crown of the Dawn Elves. It took a lot of effort to create it, and there are actually three permanent magical spells inlaid on it. Tsk tsk, look at the mana inlaid in the middle." Emeralds are really ingenious."
"How much do you think this thing is worth?" Fang Senyan asked lightly.
Mr. Gimli Jr. said simply:
"It can be changed to a town from the people of Gondor—the kind of prosperous town with a population of at least 10,000."
Sheyan smiled and said:
"Godd, so if I give this thing to you as a mortgage, then can I win the trust of your clansmen? If you find that I am a liar when you have collected enough space magic equipment, then you can get this top the precious diadem as compensation."
"That's it, my friend." Mr. Gimli said cheerfully: "We dwarves have a magic circle for fast communication and delivery of items. You'll see what you want later, wait! You didn't steal this Dawn Elf's crown, did you?"
Sheyan shook his head with a wry smile and said:
"Do you think I have such a powerful ability that I can get this thing without the permission of the Dawn Elf?"
On this point, the dwarf boy showed an unusual shrewdness and stubbornness.
Fortunately, Sheyan was also prepared. After clapping his hands, Elder Anel Cynthias spinosa and several other elves walked in, saluted Sheyan deeply, and said to the dwarf boy:
"The crown of the Dawn Elf in the hands of the guardian is innocent. It was handed over to him by the master himself. There is absolutely no problem."
Sheyan looked at Mr. Gimli Jr. and added:
"If I were you, I would definitely be preparing to collect those space magic equipment now, otherwise, my friend, you will face the embarrassing situation of insufficient exchange items. I will come back within a week and bring you Unimaginable mithril and adamantine."
"Alright, alright, I'm going to contact the family now." Mr. Gimli Jr. shrugged helplessly. But when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said worriedly: "Do you really have a way to find enough mithril, pure gold??"
Sheyan: "... This is the seventh time you've asked this question! I was just farting about my relationship? You bloody brat!!"
…
Half an hour later, Fang Senyan and Jiao Shi led a group of elves and stood in front of the huge oak tree: Holy Xindaro.
Among this group of elves is not only the master of hiding, Anel Cynthias spinosa, but also the master of space magic, such as the Elder Dixie Xugen.
Fang Senyan pressed his palm on the bark of the sacred Xindaro, and communicated with Wuge girl:
"Right now, King Elrond and Mister Glorfindel are struggling. As far as I know, Thranduil, the elf king of Mirkwood, and Galadriel, the elf leader of Lothlorin Forest, have already set off. , claiming to be here for King Elrond's injury, and the rest of the major forces on the mainland also sent their subordinates to Rivendell in the name of diagnosis, so you are absolutely safe before this limelight passes !"
"Yeah." Wu Ge's voice is still soft and waxy: "I believe in you, my guardian. I look forward to seeing you all the time, the moment when I lean on your shoulders."
"I also expect the same." Fang Sheyan said seriously: "But the current opportunity can be said to be fleeting, so I have to wrong you to stay in Rivendell to attract the attention of other people. At this time, I will do some things that have to be done, and when I get back, we can be together again."
Then Sheyan turned around and said to the group of elves:
"Our destination is the place where His Royal Highness Fogsong Sunstrider was once imprisoned. There used to be a training ground for orcs. There is a simple but powerful mage tower. Does anyone know where it is?"
The answer Sheyan got undoubtedly surprised him, at least half of the people had been there and destroyed that hellish place with their own hands. This includes Elder Anel Cynthias spinulosa and Desides Xugen.
According to these elves, it only takes about a day and a half to get there. Fang Senyan couldn't help being very surprised. The last time he entered this world, he still remembered the experience of being escorted. Escorted, but it took at least two and a half days to reach the location of Saruman's mage tower! But this time has been shortened to one and a half days! This can't help but feel amazing.
But at this time, Wuge girl once again gave Sheyan a surprise:
"Maybe this time can be a little less."
At this time, she began to cut off the spiritual connection with Sheyan, and then she could clearly feel that the sacred oak tree Xindaro began to gather magical power quickly. This ancient and powerful oak tree began to carry the power of Fogsong , and then act on the surrounding soil through the continuous root system.
In the next second, a Mandia yew with a height of more than ten meters began to shake its body, and pulled its body out of the soft soil. It can be seen that its bark began to shrink, and its branches and leaves swayed and grew rapidly. , and then on the surface of its body, glaring white light flashed continuously, rapidly transforming its body. In the soil, there is a mysterious force gathering, and finally it sticks to the trunk of the Mandia yew as if possessed.
After just over ten seconds, a giant tree man with a burly and docile appearance stood in front of Sheyan and the others respectfully with his hands drooping.
"This is the tree shepherd Farrell. You can ride on his body and travel. With his help, you only need to delay two days on the way back and forth. More importantly, although the evil concoction field It was destroyed, but there are still a large number of evil half-orcs and strong orcs living in the Misty Mountains. The power of Mr. Farrell can make you deal with these evils even more easily."
There was a trace of fatigue in Wuge's voice, but also a trace of relief, obviously she was proud of being able to help. The remaining elves shouted at the same time:
"The eternal sun guides us!"
Then, everyone stepped on the shoulders of Mr. Farrell, the giant tree man, and tied their bodies with hanging vines. Saruman's once-destroyed mage tower ruins moved forward.