After everyone settled down, Fang Sheyan found an excuse to call him to the rock, saying that he was going out to do some small things, but others didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only tell them to be careful.
In fact, the two of them went to find the treasure of Wuge girl. It's not that Fang Senyan doesn't trust Wu Ge's sister's clan, but because this matter is really important, the less people know about it, the better.
The two of them shuttled through the pine forest at night, and the ice slag kept falling from the branches above and slipped into the neck of the person, which would make people shiver from time to time. That cold feeling even has a feeling of cutting people's skin.
"The last time I came here, I was really in a mess." In order to avoid this damn feeling, Fang Sheyan could only find some topics to talk to the reef to distract himself.
Reef is also trembling:
"When we meet Lutz now, it is estimated that it is more or less ominous."
Sheyan shivered and said:
"The current Lutz should be in Essinger, even if we want to meet, we can't meet. By the way, pay attention to this damn compass."
Fang Sheyan is holding a very weird thing in his hand at this time, it looks like a spittoon - and it is the kind that is full - the point is not this, but to look at the black ball floating on the water. s things. It is said that if there is ore nearby, then the thing will sink to the bottom.
This is the magic prospecting compass that Fang Senyan got from Mr. Gimli, who is very commonly used by the dwarves. This thing can detect minerals within three meters underground. Fang Senyan clearly remembered pointing the direction for Wu Ge's girl to escape, so with the help of this gadget, he felt that it should not be difficult to find the lost property.
Suddenly, the reef exclaimed excitedly:
"Sinking, sinking!"
Fang Senyan immediately became excited, and immediately aimed at the "spittoon". Oh, no, he took out a shovel from the bottom of the prospector and started digging. Under the strange power of the contractor, a big hole appeared here after about ten minutes. , after a careful search, Sheyan found half of the rusted arrowhead...
The two looked at each other, and suddenly there was an ominous premonition in their hearts. This overly sensitive prospecting instrument might bring them many "surprises" tonight!
Then...the two began their tragic digging career.
During the long search, they found seven pieces of iron ore, three rusted arrowheads, a piece of broken armor, and finally... When they were almost desperate, they found an unremarkable box with the naked eye, which could be seen The box was hastily covered up by branches and dirt, and then it was placed here. Fang Sheyan stood there for a long time, then opened the box, and the treasures of the respected Master Saruman appeared in front of the two of them—
At this moment, the light of the treasure shone on the cheeks of the two of them.
14.65 lbs secret.
Precious Gems: Ruby X3, Sapphire X4, Opal X2.
three pounds of fine gold
Moreover, these mithril and fine gold are all purified by magic, and the purity even reaches 99.9%, while the purity of mithril and fine gold circulating in the world is only about 40%! So Sheyan, who has done market research at this time, knows that this is definitely a wealth that can make even the devil's eyes widen with envy!
"I'm so stupid." Fang Senyan, whose face was covered with mud and sweat, just stayed where he was, and murmured, "According to Wuge's small body and strength at that time, and she didn't have any tools at hand, where would she dig a deep hole?" Bury! The sense of substitution really kills people!"
At this time, the two had left the camp for four or five hours, and it was almost dawn. If they hadn't been able to contact the elves at any time to ensure that everything was safe, otherwise, the elves might have come to look for them.
Fang Senyan and Jiao Shi returned to the camp in a hurry, and fell asleep, snoring loudly. This night's search and intense tossing really exhausted all their energy. Looking at the dirty and sweaty two people, the clean elves were really speechless, but they could only bear it. .
Judging by the looks of the two of them, at least this sleep must be until the afternoon, and they might not be able to leave home tomorrow, so the elves spent some time here, expelling the trees and setting up a large-scale camp, and then began to study how to get rid of the trees. The camp has been made more beautiful.
…
The two of them slept until four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun had already set in the west.
A few lights and shadows shone in through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and the surroundings were quiet without any sound. Sheyan suddenly felt a sense of vigilance. It stands to reason that the accompanying elves should all stay in the camp at this time. And when he has nothing to do, he plays some leaf flutes and the like. Why is it so quiet around here
He got up excitedly, opened the curtain door made of thick pine needles, and saw that the whole camp was completely new, surrounded by parapets made of smashed pine logs. In such a flat area, it is a nightmare for hostile creatures to face elf archers who are elusive and elusive.
"Damn it, what happened, all these elves disappeared?" Sheyan couldn't help but wonder. Fortunately, his doubts were quickly answered.
With the sound of the snow being trampled and creaking, a group of elves returned with stern faces, heads held up and chests puffed up, as proud as a guard of honor of the three armed forces. Even the huge Mr. Farrell was weird Goose step at the end of the line.
Beside the elves, there were about fifty or sixty dwarves walking mechanically step by step with stiff faces. Sheyan squinted his eyes and searched for a while before finding one among the dwarves who seemed to have the same appearance. A familiar face—yes, exactly the only dwarf he'd known so far—Little Mr. Gimli.
No doubt the reason for the desertion of the camp was that the elves, in a fit of pride, insisted on the most perfect ancient etiquette to greet this group of high-status-looking dwarves.
Of course, this kind of intention and practice does not mean that the elves are broad-minded and convincing others with virtue, but must be understood from the opposite direction. The intention is very obvious: dwarves, do you bumpkins know this ancient etiquette? Do you know how to return the gift
However, it seems that there is also a knowledgeable master among the dwarves. Under his guidance, the dwarves have set up the current pattern of returning gifts. The two sides competed with each other as soon as they came, so they fell into a stalemate and could only be in such an embarrassing situation. Come here awkwardly.
As soon as he saw Sheyan, Mr. Gimli Jr. threw the ancient etiquette to the top of the Misty Mountains, and he rushed towards Sheyan like a little donkey in a happy mood:
"Dear friend, I really miss your... magic flagon."
Fang Senyan was originally smiling, but after hearing this, he immediately kicked over with a dark face:
"Who are you, I don't know you..."
After a lot of trouble, Mr. Gimli Jr. began to introduce his entourage to Sheyan. First of all, it was his uncle + patriarch Gimli Stone Hammer, and then the most outstanding master blacksmith in the tribe, Magni Furnace. Huo, the master of the inlaid magic circle, Teklin Xisi, the apprentice of the furnace master, and the elite warriors in the tribe, etc., it seems that the backbone of the entire tribe has been dispatched.
And the reason why they came so quickly is also very simple. The Gimli tribe, who are at a loss for what to do, can be said to be looking for all clues. They heard that Rivendell has now gathered businessmen from almost the entire continent. There is still half a year of buffer time, so I came here to try my luck. I didn't expect that little Gimli, who had been training outside, had already found a way first! This can't help but make all the dwarves overjoyed! In fact, when Mr. Gimli Jr. contacted them, these dwarves were already not far from Rivendell.
So the impatient dwarves made up their minds, fearing that something might happen, they went directly to find the Dawn Elf, Fogsong, and asked her to send an elf to find it. This elf can sense the magic imprint on the elders of Desais Shugen and the others, and Fang Sheyan and the others have slaughtered the half-orcs along the way, so the dwarves who set off this morning rode some tame small Thor stone monsters , very smoothly found Sheyan and the others at this place.
Undoubtedly, the arrival of the dwarves gave Sheyan a great surprise, which meant that his plan could be carried out ahead of schedule. So Sheyan smiled and led the group of guests from afar out of the frozen coniferous forest to a nearby hillside where they could bask in the sun.
The withered grass that has been in the sun for an afternoon is soft and warm, and there is a warm charm when sitting on it. Of course, if it is paired with a few bottles of rum with a unique taste for dwarves, a roasted wild boar , then there is no doubt that a very good atmosphere for talks has been formed.
"Mr. Gimli Jr. helped me selflessly many times on the way to Rivendell, and gave me friendship." Sheyan said: "So after I heard about his plight, I began to think of ways, hoping to help him .”
Speaking of this, Sheyan simply took out a small part of what he got from Mr. Saruman: about 30 grams of Mithril, plus a ruby. He said seriously:
"I am a believer in the Supreme God. I have dedicated all my wealth to God, hoping that he can give back what I want, but the Supreme God told me that he needs equipment with powerful space magic power, so I can offer it to him. If it is sacrificed, then what you want will come true. To show that this is not a scam, and for the friendship between me and Mr. Gimli, I even borrowed the crown of the Dawn Elf. This is what I will exchange for all my belongings after I sacrifice Mithril and advanced forging materials from here."