Chapter 1 The eye, the ear

Undoubtedly, Glorfindel also saw the dazzling light after Fang Senyan was teleported away. His face immediately darkened. Without any visible movement, his entire being seemed to disappear into the air. When he reappeared, he was a good two or three hundred meters away. In less than ten seconds, he had reached the vicinity of the teleportation array. It had to be said that this bizarre way of moving was very similar to teleportation.

This veteran Dawn Elf first showed his cunning, looking around with a gloomy face, and then shouted:

"Your eyes are my eyes, your ears are my ears."

"Obey my will, elves of the forest, use your wings to seek out the enemy's tracks!"

As he spoke, a faint green light began to shine from his body, scattering on the birds around him. The next second, Glorfindel waved his hand, and the birds dancing around him immediately flew in all directions.

The things these birds saw and heard would be transmitted to Glorfindel in the first instance. Under the effect of this spell, it was useless to try to hide or conceal one's tracks.

Obviously, this cunning old fellow was suspicious. He strongly suspected that this was a trap, that Fang Senyan had deliberately created the illusion of leaving through the teleportation array, and then the others would take the opportunity to escape.

Because for Glorfindel, he did not believe that such a large-scale magic array could be conjured out of thin air here. The wealth it cost was an astonishing figure. Anyone with eyes could see that this place was not a necessary route for merchants, nor was it a strategically important pass. There were no special products, castles, or mage towers nearby, so its existence was very intriguing.

"This damn teleportation array is a fake to cover up the truth!"

This was Glorfindel's first impression after seeing this teleportation array. Of course, the second impression was that this thing was still very realistic.

He firmly believed that within a few minutes, those little forest elves would give him a satisfactory reply. This time, those escaped ants would surely tremble in his palm. At the thought of this, his heart was filled with heat.

However, as the information from the birds came back, Glorfindel's face became more and more ugly, because this was the first time he had misjudged the situation in the course of his pursuit.

He refocused his energy on the teleportation array in front of him and quickly discovered in surprise that the various precious materials inlaid on this teleportation array did not seem to be fake. More importantly, after consuming a large amount of mana, Glorfindel clearly sensed the traces of spatial magic fluctuations.

At this time, Glorfindel's heart was also filled with very contradictory and complex feelings... Now could be said to be the closest opportunity for the Ring of Air, Vilya, to him. Glorfindel was not worried about that group of ants escaping from his palm, what he was worried about was those two guys, Galadriel and Legolas.

It was precisely because that group of ants was so fragile and possessed such a precious treasure that, once they were found by others first, then without a doubt the Ring of Air, Vilya, would definitely belong to those two guys. And although Glorfindel was powerful, once the Ring of Air fell into their hands, it would be impossible to snatch it from Galadriel and Legolas.

After staring at the teleportation array in front of him for a while, Glorfindel took out a gem from his arms and inlaid it in the core of the teleportation array. He took a deep breath and stepped into it. He did not know that at a place hundreds of kilometers away, two or three dwarves and a human were grinning sinisterly at the same time:

"It's lit up, it's lit up, Glorfindel has indeed activated the magic array!"

"Will he let a beast try to be teleported first?"

"That doesn't matter, let the beast be a sacrifice. In short, this teleportation will cause a malfunction inside the opposite array and then explode. This guy can't use it anymore."

As they spoke, the receiving teleportation array in front of them began to light up. Glorfindel's blurred figure had already appeared in the receiving teleportation array, his signature golden hair was very distinct.

But at this moment, Mr. Little Gumli shouted and slammed an organ on the receiving teleportation array with his warhammer. This receiving teleportation array immediately began to vibrate violently. The next second, the teleportation array could be seen shattering into pieces, instantly decomposed into terrible dust, and Glorfindel's shadow had disappeared to who knows where.

"Wow, bon voyage, Mr. Glorfindel, I hope you enjoy the taste of Lake Sharrga!" Mr. Little Gumli whistled excitedly.

This dwarven youth showed outstanding architectural talent. What he did was very simple - after Glorfindel activated the magic array on the opposite side, he modified the teleportation coordinates to Lake Sharrga, thousands of kilometers away - which was a terrible place. Sharrga in the local dialect meant putrid, it was a place similar to the Dubaiya Great Swamp that Fang Senyan had experienced before.

Of course, as for the risks caused by temporarily modifying the teleportation coordinates, such as space-time vortexes, coordinate disorders, being lost in time, etc., they would all be borne by the extremely unlucky Mr. Glorfindel... "Dear friend, I have completed your commission. I can swear to the God of Rock that even a powerful Dawn Elf like Mr. Glorfindel would have to trek for ten days through putridity, desolation, hunger, and cold to catch up with us. Well, I think at least two more words should be added before ten days."

Mr. Little Gumli said proudly.

Fang Senyan smiled:

"So as a thank you, I will pay an extra 10% of the agreed amount."

As he spoke, Fang Senyan reached into his pocket and took out a very simple animal skin bag, casually throwing it to Mr. Little Gumli. Mr. Little Gumli smiled and was about to put it into his pocket, but an old dwarf behind him took it, weighed it carefully, and finally showed a satisfied smile.

"God of Rock be praised, at least the fine gold and mithril we have obtained are enough to ensure that we can reforge a masterpiece and ensure that we will not be left behind in the Shari Alakat Conference."

Hearing the words of this vigorous old man, the elite dwarf warriors also cheered and threw their hats into the air again for a hat-throwing ceremony.

The old dwarf stood up and looked at Fang Senyan, his voice as loud as a bell:

"My friend, you have won the favor of the Gumli clan. Why don't you come to our tribe for refuge? Once the news of Elrond's death spreads, then it will be difficult for you to gain a foothold in Middle-earth."

Fang Senyan smiled:

"Since Mr. Glorfindel has given us plenty of time, then it would be a real waste not to take advantage of this opportunity. Thank you for your kindness, but our current destination is not the hospitable Gumli clan, but... Rivendell."

"What?" Everyone was stunned by Fang Senyan's words.

Elder Disseis Rootbeard couldn't help but stand up and say:

"Respected Guardian, now is not the best time to go to Rivendell!"

Fang Senyan shook his head, but a very strange light flashed in his eyes:

"My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours, Elder. Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go to Rivendell. Look at the map. If we take Rivendell as the center, then the place that was attacked by the eight Ringwraiths working together is here... Yes, that's right, the Nuri Ridge is to the west of Rivendell, almost nine hundred kilometers away from Rivendell. Thanks to the teleportation array, we crossed more than eight hundred kilometers in an instant. Now we have reached the Nors Hills to the west of Rivendell. If we hurry, we should be able to reach Rivendell before midnight."

"Galadriel and Mr. Legolas are being chased by the Ringwraiths, Mr. Glorfindel has gone to the beautiful Lake Sharrga for a vacation, and Elrond has returned to the embrace of Mother Nature. Under such circumstances, those characters who can absolutely suppress the elves inside Rivendell cannot possibly reach Rivendell before us. Then when our Mist Song Swiftfoot raises the Ring of Air, Vilya, high and enters Rivendell, her status will be supreme. No one can resist her authority. The glory of the Sindar will bathe all the elves."

Elder Disseis Rootbeard couldn't help but gasp:

"You mean..."

Fang Senyan said meaningfully:

"We are still too weak now. Only by becoming stronger can we obtain the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with those great figures. There is a saying in our hometown that what you can't get on the battlefield, never expect to get at the negotiating table."

"I think you're right, my Guardian."

At this time, a weak but firm slender voice suddenly came over. It was Mist Song. She didn't know when she had woken up, although she looked very weak, but her eyes were shining with an even more determined light. The light of the setting sun smeared her long hair, making it even more gorgeous.

"In these days of being forcibly placed under house arrest, I thought a lot, but I still had a glimmer of fantasy, a glimmer of expectation for the clansmen. Fortunately, Galadriel, Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel, and Prince Legolas gave me a very perfect lesson, letting me correctly know what is called justice and fairness, and what is called elven elegance."

As Mist Song spoke, her voice choked up. She said stubbornly with tears in her eyes:

"When I heard their decision, I finally understood the essence of the world, the truth of everything. If that's the case, then I will also live in my own way and grasp my destiny in my own hands."

To be continued.