Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1150 1132. Return

At the edge of the old forest, Lan En and Gandalf first watched Bilbo leading the pony and walking away towards the green grassy and peaceful Shire.

The two of them will also separate next.

"I really hope you can come with me to the White Council again."

Gandalf held his wand and said to Lan En very regretfully.

"You stopped Saruman's mouth last time, which made me feel a lot more relaxed."

"He is a strong and focused person. I have no complaints about letting him preside over meetings. He just always targets me, which makes me very passive every time I have a meeting."

The old wizard led his cow-colored horse and hung the drooped silver scarf around his neck.

Under the lush white beard, a mouth kept mumbling.

"This is your trouble, Gandalf." Lan En said easily. "I also have my own things to do."

"Tom Bombadil?"

Walking on the edge of the old forest, Gandalf looked into the forest and uttered a name at the same time.

"Are you going to find him?"

"Otherwise?" The demon hunter shrugged, "He looked kind when he entertained me, but then he turned around and threw me out."

As he spoke, Lan En lowered his head to his side and looked at the old wizard's pointed hat.

"Why, you want to meet him too? Well, maybe this will help your career."

Gandalf's gray pointed hat, which was originally rising and falling with the pace, showed obvious stiffness and hesitation, but in the end, it returned to normal.

"No." Gandalf was still a little hesitant in his first words, but he was completely relieved in his second words. "Well, still not!"

"As I said to you, this ancient creature cannot understand our struggle and persistence. He also appreciates good and resists evil, but he is not sensitive to it."

"He will curb the spread of evil out of his own heart, but this curb is not strict or firm. Again, because he doesn't understand."

"That's it." Gandalf glanced at Old Linzi again. "Let this ancient existence live peacefully in its own territory."

"Okay, okay." Lan En echoed perfunctorily from the side, "Our old wizard's words are really meaningful and profound."

"But I'm going to find him again."

Gandalf raised his head and looked at the tall witcher beside him with disgust, then curled his lips under his beard, waved the sleeves of his gray robe and walked forward.

"Then let's look forward to seeing you again in the future, Dragon Slayer Lan En."

"Goodbye, and may you have long and healthy life, Gandalf the Grey."

As he said this, Lan En himself laughed.

Wish a Maia good health and long life. The time Gandalf has witnessed may be longer than this world.

The old wizard didn't look back, but waved his broad gray robe sleeves as a greeting as he walked away.

Lan En, Qilin and Rongbuqiu looked at each other, and then walked towards the old forest together.

This old forest looked featureless from the outside, but when they entered it, they had a strange feeling.

Lan En, Qilin, and Velvet Ball only felt that the lush vegetation was spontaneously giving way to branches and vines blocking the way.

The dewy grass is not slippery either.

In this intentional or unintentional and natural way of giving way, they were naturally led to a place.

After walking to an open space, the roaring bear head pendant around the witcher's neck began to beat spontaneously.

And Lan En's eyes also showed a look that was indeed the case.

A small river flows through the edge of this clearing, and a huge willow tree grows on the dirt beside the river bank.

The trunk and bark are full of knots and scars, showing the tree's age.

With a narrow smile on his face, the witcher walked over and kicked the trunk of the willow tree with his toes.

"Bang bang, hey, are you really honest?"

The strange thing is that there is obviously no wind, but the willow branches that were originally close to Lan En's side have moved to the other side.

It was as if she was despising and avoiding him.

The flannel ball sat on Qilin's back and came closer to look at the old willow tree curiously.

This was the old man from the willow tree who wanted to eat them in the first place.

A leisurely and soothing song came from far away from the woods, and it kept getting closer.

Qilin turned around amid the clatter of the horse's hooves, and Lan En simply leaned against the old man Willow, standing with his arms crossed, looking at the direction where the singing was coming from.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, there was a sound of tree branches rubbing against each other.

A yellow hat with blue swan feathers emerged from the woods first.

Then came a round face with a seemingly ever-joyful smile and a red beard and red hair.

Then there is the body wearing a blue coat.

He was about the same stature as a dwarf. He was holding several green pine branches in one arm and holding a cane in the other hand.

"Ah! You guys are back!"

As if he had known it for a long time, Tom Bombadil came over without any surprise.

He held his cane in his hand and raised his hand to hold down his yellow hat.

"Did you enjoy your trip?"

he asked with a smile.

Lan En crossed his arms and leaned against the willow tree. The old man shrugged.

"I did make a lot of good friends, but my armor has been ruined, but it doesn't matter. What are you doing holding the pine branch?"

With that said, Lan En took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to help him.

But Old Tom waved his hand and shook his smiling face: "Winter is coming soon, and it's time for Goldenberry to dress up. These pine branches are just right for use. It took me a long time to find one in such good condition!"

"It looks like it's time for you to leave, right?"

Lan En, Velvet Ball, and Qilin nodded together. "Thank you and Mrs. Goldberry for the cookies. I used them to save three nice dwarves. It's really time for us to go."

As for what the witcher said to Gandalf before, to come and trouble Old Tom, it was just a joke.

"Save people! Aha! There really is no more legitimate and more effective use than this!"

Tom Bombadil said cheerfully.

"Goldberry will be happy to hear this!"

He leaned the cane on the old man Willow who was pretending to be dead next to him, and then he had a free hand and clapped it in celebration.

He behaves like an ordinary woodcutter.

"But since you are leaving soon, I also want to give you a small gift, Lan En."

Tom Bombadil said so.

"You have made this big movement more exciting and interesting. Please don't refuse. In a way, this is a thank you."

"Well, then I accept it?"

Lan En said with some uncertainty, while his eyes glanced to the side.

"Wouldn't this take too long?"

An inexplicable wind began to blow, and in mid-air, it seemed as if there was suddenly a mirror in the air.

And this ‘mirror’ is becoming more and more obvious.

"No, no."

Old Tom seemed to have not seen the strange scene in the open space, waving his hands nonchalantly.

And after he finished speaking, although the air flow was still disturbing, there was really no sound at all.

"Come on, Lan En. Sorry, you have to lower your head a little."

The little old man with a smile on his face carefully put down the pile of pine branches in his arms and walked to Lan En.

The demon hunter also bowed down obediently.

Immediately afterwards, Old Tom gently tapped Lan En's forehead with his finger.

"alright."

Just one click and nothing else happened. Old Tom straightened his yellow hat with blue feathers, bent down and picked up a pile of pine branches and his cane.

"Bye, kids! Have a safe trip!"

After saying hello, the short old man hummed a song again and disappeared into the woods without looking back.

From the perspective of Flannel Ball and Qilin, Lan En, who was tapped on the forehead by Tom Bombadil, froze after that ordinary movement.

He stared blankly ahead, unable to focus.

After Old Tom left, the wave of chaotic magic became even more turbulent.

The roaring bear head pendant around Lan En's neck was bouncing around like a dance, and the inexplicable flow of wind in the air became stronger. Finally, there was a crackling sound in the air, and patterns similar to broken glass appeared out of thin air. .

"Xilulu!"

'Ruined! Lan En was fooled by Old Tom! ’

Kirin was like a big anxious dog, jumping around the witcher, rushing forward and stopping suddenly from time to time. As if trying to scare him awake.

"Is it, is it that serious, meow?!"

Fluffy Ball was also confused. He quickly jumped off Qilin's back, ran to the frozen Lan En and shook his body.

But at this moment, Lan En reached out and pressed down the furry little paw that was dangling in front of his eyes.

His expression was still numb, and he even looked a little demented, but at least he said something logical.

"No, I'm fine"

With that said, he walked towards the already opened celestial sphere intersection fissure.

Fluffy Ball and Qilin quickly followed him, looking at him worriedly.

Fortunately, this state seemed to be short-lived, that is, in about two minutes, the demon hunter returned to his normal posture.

But the surprise in his eyes was always strong.

This state even lasted until he stepped into the water of Lake Vizima again.

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"So." The lady in the lake played with a strand of her dark green hair with one finger and said calmly. "That's what Galadriel said?"

"You said that when we played together in Valinor, she was actually the one who took care of me? Humph!"

It was obviously a calm tone, but facing the naked goddess sitting on the throne of waves, Velvet Ball still felt a little frightened for no reason.

Mao Mao cautiously took two steps back and carefully tugged at the corner of Lan En's clothes. Unfortunately, the demon hunter, who was usually very good at dealing with the goddess, seemed to be deep in thought at the moment and was completely unresponsive.

The lady in the lake seemed to have noticed the problem, and was not worried. She directly skipped her favorite part of 'teasing' and asked the three-flowered cat.

Only then did the flannel ball feel like it was sitting on pins and needles, like thorns on its back, and like it was stuck in its throat.

But there was no other way. Under the slightly narrowed eyes of the lady in the lake, the kitten could only timidly and slightly embarrassedly mutter "meow".

The lady's hand reached towards the waist of Lan En, who was in deep thought, and pulled out the long knife with a 'clop' sound.

Although he sounded unconvinced, his tone was also a bit dangerous.

But when she saw the knife with her own eyes, the lady in the lake still showed nostalgia, smile, and appreciation in her eyes.

"The light of the twin sacred trees, Galadriel."

The essence of Eärendil's light is the light of the most precious treasure in the world - the Silmaril.

The Silmarils came from the greatest elf craftsman, Fëanor. It was he who preserved and fused the light of the two sacred trees that once illuminated Arda to create the three Silmarils.

For the Lady of the Lake who played and studied with Galadriel in Valinor during the era of the Twin Holy Trees, compared to the 'Light of Eärendil' that only appeared in the First Era.

The name that made this light even more familiar to her was - [Light of the Twin Sacred Trees].