The downpour of rain seemed to be endless, and the sky in the forest was black.

With the sound of heavy rain pouring on the ground, the roar of thunder was endless. Occasionally, a shining light would suddenly emerge towards the earth, as if the gods in the dark clouds were rebelliously provoking the earth.

The dwarf Mimire knelt tremblingly in a dark area in the forest. The lightning flashed at that time, his cheeks were pale, as if because of the cold and because of a shadow ahead.

The heavy trunks of beech-filled water chestnuts appear and disappear in the rainy light, and a larger and more ghostly figure is attached to it.

"You... Bald Mountain... Feragon?" The hoarse and low voice was blocked by the sound of rain. Mimere, the dwarf kneeling on the ground, heard it very hazy, but he still nodded quickly.

"Feragond, yes, it's that damn Feragond! You don't know that in order to build the gopher-like nest, he cruelly drove away our entire tribe..."

His words became even more blurred in the heavy rain, and at the same time, the thunder illuminated the front, making his voice unconsciously weak and his whole body tremble unconsciously.

Because the scene he saw was cruel.

The huge black shadow climbing onto the tall trees stood upside down on the head of the dwarf, and the huge and sharp mouthparts were chewing a white goat wrapped in spider silk.

Although the heavy rain made the behemoth look a little embarrassed, it did not hinder its appetite at all.

However, Mimeer will never forget that the goat he chewed in his mouth was his treasure mount.

The dwarves were unable to ride horses because of their height. They were smaller than the dwarves and were even more difficult to find mounts. This solid goat was even the only few in his tribe.

If the elders hadn't all agreed to this action, he wouldn't have been willing to ride out in the rain, but he wouldn't have died here.

He felt depressed inside, but the dwarf Mimeer did not dare to protest, but instead knelt in front of the tree and complained again.

"Great Father of the Dragon, although my tribesmen are full of hatred for Feragond, the servants come to the rain and actually want to tell you this news. You told the servants to keep an eye on all the movements of Nagorth, but I think a king who comes to your door is more in line with your wishes... Of course, it would be better if you could avenge the humble servants by the way..."

This made the monster lying on the tree and eating food suddenly spit out the goat in his mouth, and at the same time, it opened its teeth and claws at the bloody corpse that fell to the ground for a moment, making a rumbling sound, like an old man bowing his head and preparing to spit on the ground.

But in the end it still vomited nothing and couldn't help but curse.

"Damn Uomu, I hate rain, and I don't like eating goats raw in the rain! Yes, I am the father of the dragon, not the grain collector of Ugoliant. The hungry female spider really makes me sick. If it weren't for it, it would have been... Dear Mimeer, what are you doing here for?"

I didn't hear anything clearly after it.

The other party's hoarse voice seemed to imply frustration and dissatisfaction. Although the heavy rainy night could not see the expression clearly, Mimier still showed a flattering smile, "Great Father of the Evil Dragon, your humble servant came here for..."

In order not to repeat the third time, Mimeer used his biggest voice to ensure that the terrifying existence that had emerged for a few years could hear clearly. He even worried about whether his speech speed was faster after speaking.

However, in fact, the monster didn't listen to his words carefully. When the dwarf raised his head and talked endlessly, it had already pointed the strange eyes hidden in the dark at the other party's tiny eyes.

So unknowingly, the guy with magic quickly grasped all the information that the dwarf Mimeer had never said.

The tall blonde elf made it think, but the other figure he saw made the cunning monster furious.

"It turned out to be that damn Canier? OK, it's really my blessing from Lord Milk. I'll tell me to meet you again, haha, let's wait and see!"

The giant creature in the stormy night made a hoarse roar, and then Mimeer heard a series of trivial sounds in the dark forest. At this moment, a lightning flashed by, so he saw everything in the forest clearly.

So the dwarf who was kneeling on the ground looked even more humble, and his short body kept trembling.

Although he was wondering who the Caner was in his mouth, he felt the anger of the Dragon Father, so he didn't dare to say another word, otherwise if he was swallowed up like his precious mount, there would be no place to complain.

But no one paid attention to him. The huge monster had already taken the lead in running angrily towards the south of the forest.

At the same time, there were countless similar "footsteps" and thrilling hissings running past him, with endless sounds as if boundless.

...

The bonfire in the wooden house was shaking, emitting a warm atmosphere, and also dispelled the dampness and coldness brought by the heavy rain outside.

The surging sound of the adjacent Tygrin River accompanied by the uproar of rain forming a unique rhythm. It does not count as noise, but makes people feel drowsy.

"Every time it rains, it makes me feel like I'm integrated into nature. Ah, this feeling is really wonderful."

A clear voice appeared from the room, and then a sound of shaking the harp.

"The words of the Lord of the Waters rush to rush us to sleep, Oh my dear Amros, no need to be afraid of the shadow of the night, His power blesses all Kundi..."

"Amlos, don't make a fool of yourself in front of the two adults. Your song is the worst I have ever heard, and no one except yourself will sing his name into his own lyrics." A pleasant female voice interrupted the male voice that was improvising, and also caused laughter from his companions around him.

The rainstorm outside the window, but the wooden house was warm and joyful. The shadows of six elves shook with the bonfire and the light was revealed outside the wooden window. On a rainy night, this bright tree house standing among the dense branches looked very special.

"Don't mind, two sirs, we often make fun of Amros like this, he has always been very thick-skinned."

A relatively steady voice rang out.

The owner of the voice was a gray-haired elf with thick eyebrows. He was wearing a capable hunting shirt and trousers, and his long hair was tied into a single ponytail. His whole figure looked very heroic.

The elves around him were dressed almost the same as his, except for a black-haired female elves wearing a blue dress.

Charles knew that the only woman here was named Irya, who was the logistics staff who went to the ferry camp here to deliver some daily necessities, and they did not stay here like other elves here.

That's right, the ferry.

At this time, they had arrived at the Xinda ferry in the forest. They had to stay in this solid tree house for the time being because of the heavy rain that broke out again in the outside world.

The environment is already very good. Although the sheds that were temporarily "built" in the wilderness can shelter from wind and rain, they cannot dispel the cold and moisture.

Not to mention the mushroom soup with a strong aroma that is radiant in the mouth, and swallowed into the stomach with a spoon.

Fenrod beside him was drinking soup at this time, watching everything in front of him with a smile while drinking.

At this time, his coat with a brooch was placed with Charles' gray cloak and baked and smoked on another campfire iron rack not far away, so he exposed a relatively delicate satin inner robe.

Therefore, although the identity was not been revealed, the elves here still believed that the two visiting travelers were nobles of Nagorslond.

What made them even more shocked was that there were not many elves with golden hair in Nagor Slond.

So a vague guess has emerged in my heart, but none of them said it.

Relatively speaking, black hair and black eyes are also rare, but because Charles has never traveled far and his reputation has been spreading for a short time, no one recognizes him.

This reduced some unnecessary trouble for him, so when most of the elves here focused on Fenrod, who was gentle, he was reaching out to the campfire.

It seemed to be burning the fire, but in fact, as his fingers bent, hazy flames quietly broke away from the bonfire and swirled between his fingers.

This is the initial use of another elf spell he learned, which can condense the surrounding light sources and then release them.

This spell was created by Galadriel Gunodo's migration and finally set foot on the Middle Earth, and saw the sun's first dawn breaking from the east.

So I have to say that although the old aunt has a bit annoying personality, she has a very good talent - not anyone can invent magic spells.

A group of elves talked enthusiastically, and the warm breath lingered around all figures and between someone's fingers.

However, just when the atmosphere was getting thick, the ceiling of the wooden house above me suddenly shook for a moment!

"A branch fell down?"

An elf looked up and came to the conclusion, but before his words had finished, the same sound appeared again.

Something seems to be wrong?

All the elves here couldn't help but look at each other.
Chapter completed!