Immorton

breath.She stopped, waited until Imerton followed, and raised her chin: "It seems to be almost to the top of the mountain."

Imerton raised his head and discerned carefully: "Yes, there is wind." He regained his spirit suddenly, and if there was snow, he could borrow Gunnell's method.

They go up together.After a while, the surrounding area was obviously stained with skylight.Suddenly, a pile of stones fell, Imerton raised his hand to stabilize them, stood and listened for a moment, and exchanged a glance with Zhao Yingkong: "They are no longer on the stairs." It circled rapidly, rushed out of the top of the mountain, and hung high in the air.

Down below, there was a flash of lightning, and he quickly backed away, and then he noticed that thunder and flames continued on the peak, and rocks fell one after another.

Zhao Yingkong took out the Green Goblin skateboard, stared at the battlefield and suggested coldly: "Leave, I will sneak attack as usual."

Emerton nodded: "I'll put out the fire."

He let go of Zhao Yingkong, picked a nearby snow slope to fall, looked up at the fierce battle on the peak, raised his hands to the sky as if praying, the long and narrow tornado grew and swayed in his hands, fell to the ground, sucked up the snow on the ground, and flowed toward the sky. The battlefield is moved.This was the first time he tried to precisely control the huge and fierce undead power on his body, just like holding a knight's epee to carve flowers on fresh and tender fruits.

Out of the corner of Gandalf's eye, Imerton was out of sight.very good.He unscrupulously mobilized the magic power of the elven fire ring, the white wall of fire rolled back towards the flame demon, and fiercely confronted the black flame, the roar of shaking the mountain was heard, and the snow was flying and splashing.At this moment, a snow dragon rushed up from the bottom of the mountain, biting the Balrog one by one, it turned into water and disappeared in a short time, but after a while, another one, and another... The Balrog roared angrily and in vain, and pinched it. The tail of the Broken Snow Dragon, like a bear stung by a bee, hopped its feet and whipped it down viciously.Gandalf laughed wildly, and the blade of the sword glowed white, facing the flaming whip.

Thunder, lightning, white, red, and black flames; mountain peaks shattered, rocks fell, snow fell... The battle was endless. Imerton took a deep breath and raised his hand again. The columnar snowstorm in front of him rose upwards. Suddenly collapsed and scattered.He squeezed it tightly with his hand, and slowly extended it, leading it to fly to the peak.Controlling power is far more difficult than releasing it with full force, but he can't stop, not now.

At some point, Zhao Yingkong had already quietly approached the battlefield, maybe a little too close.But since her first attack, the moonblade has not penetrated into the vitals of the Balrog... The rock where she was hiding was half-melted in snow, exposing the black rock body, and the heat was transmitted from the battlefield in bursts.

The stone tower built by the dwarves on the top of the mountain was completely gone, and the avalanches became more violent every time.Suddenly, the sword and the whip collided violently. Amidst the thunder and lightning, the Balrog half turned around and raised his left hand high.In an instant, a silver light flashed across the sky, revealing the sharp edge of the moon blade, which returned to the standing Zhao Yingkong with a whimper.The Balrog screamed in pain, and his left arm fell down the hillside with his shoulder attached, and was immediately buried by the falling snow.Amidst the ear-piercing roar, long flames wrapped around Zhao Yingkong like vines, lifted her up in the air, and dragged her to the battlefield.At this time, a section of the sword that competed with the sunlight came out of the belly of the Balrog, and suddenly slashed upwards. The Balrog was split into two halves, and fell to the top of the mountain in different directions, hitting the side of the mountain one after another, causing the mountain to shake. , The huge rock piled up with snow fell, and the snow and mist filled the air. The last flame was extinguished, and the black body disappeared under the snow.

In mid-air, Imerton just had time to catch Zhao Yingkong who was brought down the mountain by the long whip.Her head was covered in cold sweat, and her body was covered with scorched black burn marks. The edges were red and swollen, and they seemed to be spreading.He continued to go up, and Gandalf fell on his back on the top of the peak. He stopped when he appeared, closed his eyes and turned his head after only one look—a body that no one can repair.Perhaps, as early as in the fierce battle, Gandalf had already shed all his blood...

He put Zhao Yingkong down beside him, and asked, "Have you brought any medicine?"

Zhao Yingkong nodded tremblingly, and took out an extremely small bottle from nowhere and handed it over. "One drop." Her voice wavered.

Imerton can feel the gentle and long-lasting positive energy outside the bottle, but fortunately, he will not touch it directly.He straightened his arm and poured a drop on the thickest welt, a faint white light appeared, circling along the scar, and after a while, the sharp negative energy on the wound was completely eliminated.The burns were still unhealed, but Zhao Yingkong's complexion had turned better. She looked around, found a remaining snowdrift, and simply buried all the injured parts in it, only the shoulders and legs were exposed.

Imerton opened his eyes wide, watching her deal with the injury roughly, but there was no better way.He looked down at the bottle in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then went to Gandalf and poured two drops on him.The negative energy was expelled, and the lifeless body lay there peacefully, without any response as expected.Imerton knelt down on the spot, silent.

After a while, Zhao Yingkong came over and reached out to touch the side of Gandalf's neck. "No heartbeat, but not cold." She said briefly, and took out another vial, "Cheng Xiao gave it to me, I don't know how to use it." After speaking, she dropped a drop into Gandalf's mouth.

Still no response.Imherton suddenly stood up: "Your injury should be seen by Cheng Xiao as soon as possible. I'll go clean it up and come back." He swept down, took out the Balrog's energy core, retrieved Gandalf's sword, and returned to the peak. top. "Let's go." He said, rolled up Zhao Yingkong and Gandalf lying on the ground, and flew to Rose Lorraine.

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dusk.The sunlight slanted on the golden leaves, soft and brilliant.Under Grantriel's protection, evil never entered Lothloreen.

Imerton and Zhao Yingkong in the form of a whirlwind hovered in the air, looking down at the giant tree that looked like a hill.

"Don't go down. Zhan Lan is not here, if Grantriel finds out something, points will be deducted." Imerton said softly.

Zhao Yingkong nodded and looked at Imerton questioningly.

"Don't worry, I'm a priest after all, and I still know some ways to protect my secrets." Imerton tapped his forehead with his fingers.

Zhao Yingkong smiled lightly.

"Then that's it, I'll go down first." Imerton nodded to her, and without waiting for an answer, he fell suddenly, until he touched the positive energy barrier before stopping his fall.

The elves should already know, he thought, and raised his voice to shout down: "Imorton, the wanderer of the dead, come to join the partners of the Lord of the Rings. Is Zheng Zha still there?"

After a while, an ethereal but powerful female voice came from below: "They left early this morning. My guest, do you want to enter?"

"If you don't mind, King of the Golden Forest. I have brought back Gandalf's . . . I think you should read it," answered Imerton.

The barrier dissolved silently in front of him, and after he passed, it condensed again behind him.He appeared at the top of the giant tree, put his arms around Gandalf, and went down.Positive energy resounded in the air, and in the distance, an elf opened a longbow, and arrows flickered among the leaves.The plank road between the trees leads to the exquisite tree palace, and the guarding elves look at him with alert and curious eyes.He stopped on the white round platform, gently put Gandalf down, took three steps back, and looked up at the two white figures that were slowly coming down.There seemed to be a white shimmer covering their bodies.

He bowed his head and bowed: "Please forgive my recklessness. I also have a partner parked on it. If Zheng Zha is not there, she hopes to leave directly. Her clothes were badly damaged during the battle. Can you prepare one for her?" A smock or cloak. I'll send it up to her, and come back to do my bidding."

"So you don't want to catch up with your partner as soon as possible?" Grantriel's voice sounded in and out of his mind at the same time.

"Gandalf suggested that I study with him at an appropriate time in Moria, and I have agreed." Imerton stared at the ground, letting the most painful memory in his mind appear in front of the voyeur.

The power of the investigation was almost over, and Grantriel had stood beside Gandalf: "Go, warrior from the east, you will find what you want at the top of the tree."

Imerton came to the top of the tree, where there was a whole set of elf costumes, plus a beautiful and small machete.He turned into a wind shape, lifted into the air and handed the things to Zhao Yingkong: "Zheng Zha and the others left in the morning and chased along the river. Call Zhan Lan a few times on the way, so you shouldn't miss it. Be careful yourself."

Zhao Yingkong nodded and urged the Green Goblin skateboard to leave.Imerton watched her disappear, and then returned to Rose Lorraine.The elves led him to live in a cave among the roots of the trees on the ground. Two days later, he saw Grantriel again in a quiet valley surrounded by streams.

The moonlight fell softly, and Grantriel's long hair was golden and bright, but at the same time it was shrouded in a bright silver halo.Imerton watched her white figure walk down the steps gracefully, stood up and praised: "Your Excellency, your long hair really lives up to its reputation."

Grantriel smiled slightly: "Your partner Gimli obviously thinks so too. But, tell me, a warrior from the East, who bears such severe pain, how can you continue to feel the beauty and serenity in peace?"

"...The ancient elves experienced a bitter battle with the first Dark Lord, and that didn't make them crazy either." Imerton lowered his eyes. "As for me, maybe it's because," he let Ansuna's stubborn and desperate expression appear in his memory, Then there is the figure of Zheng Zha shouting loudly, "Even if my existence comes from a curse, there are some people, I still can't forget, and some things, I still want to fight for them."

"A warrior who can see beauty is the most heroic. So I gave Gimli my hair, which will also be my honor." Grantriel's smile is like the legendary elf diamond, "But this is not me looking for you cause. We have confirmed the case of Gandalf."

Emerton suddenly looked up, looked at her, and said nothing.

"His soul is elsewhere