The summer is not over yet, but the peak surrounded by a mountain in the north of Gondolin is already full of bleak atmosphere.

The withered leaves fell off the branches of the banyan tree with the cold wind blowing from the north, slowly floating, and finally landed on a newly built sarcophagus under the shade of the tree.

The surface of the sarcophagus is carved with a stern-faced elf king. The shape is realistic and lifelike, but the overall look is very dark due to the material.

Only the long sword he held in both hands was very vivid and flashed with a faint blue luster in the sun.

Turgon, who was dressed in white and black, was standing in front of the sarcophagus at this moment, staring at the sword's body with a few gaps in his body.

Not far away was a group of Gondolin lords and nobles, each staring at the sarcophagus standing on the top of the mountain, but it seemed that they wanted to give Turgon a quiet environment, but they did not step forward.

As the north wind blows, the surroundings are quiet, and only a few banyan branches on the top of the mountain sway and shake with the wind, making a faint rustling sound.

Not long after, Izhuo, with blonde hair and barefoot, stepped forward.

Her steps were light, but Turgon still noticed it, so he asked without looking back: "Have your aunt settled?"

"My aunt has fallen asleep, she needs a good rest." Yizhuer replied softly, his eyes swept over the sarcophagus under the dense branches of the banyan tree, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Why is grandfather so impulsive? Only by living can you have hope."

The Supreme King Fenguo defeated Morgoth and died, but he also injured the northern enemy into a lame man. If it were not for the life of a king, it would have been a matter of encouraging the morale of the army, but now there is only tragic left.

"Because your grandfather didn't want to passively wait for the emergence of that hope, nor did he want to watch the tribe members die tragically, but he did nothing.

Turgon said in a firm tone.

"Your grandfather wants to use his own strength to give us a hope, a slim hope for our clan... He failed, but the enemy also tasted the pain of the anger of my Nodo clan. As long as our clan is not dead, this anger will never be extinguished!"

As he said that, he bowed and bowed to the sarcophagus, then turned to look at his daughter.

"What happened to me?"

"The tribe members have set out to the port of Faras, but..." Yizhuer frowned.

"I think this matter is destined to be a result. Oxi, who is in charge of the ocean storm, has always loved Falmari, but the thing that my clan once committed..."

After the war broke out again, Turgon, who noticed that the situation was not good, decided to send elves to sea to Amen, the West for help, but Yizhuer was pessimistic about this.

"Even if it is slim, that's still a hope." Turgon smiled when he heard this: "If you don't do it, how can you know if the irritable Oxi happens to take a nap?"

He seemed to be laughing, but his voice was a little low, and obviously he had no hope.

Seeing this, Yizhuer was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked: "Do we really have no way to resist those evil dragons with wings? Can't even the big eagles of Solondo?"

"Sorondo has helped us a lot. He even promised that Gondolin would not be invaded by those evil dragons, but more... Italil, you have to remember that after leaving the West, we are no longer the Elda we used to be."

"Maybe Canier will have a way..."

"Carner is very creative, but how much time do we have to say?"

Turgon sighed, turned to look at the West where he returned at dusk. After a while, he suddenly said, "I intend to pass the throne of Gondolin to you. Are you ready?"

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, and Yizhuer was a little panicked when he heard this.

"Are you going to Heathlum?"

"Your uncle is brave enough to die, and now your grandfather is defeated and killed again. The position of Supreme King has been reduced to me, so I naturally need to take office." Turgong said lightly.

“But there now…”

"This is my responsibility and my obligation. As long as Heslum has a citizen, I cannot ignore it." Turgon said: "Besides, Heslum's war is being thrown on. As the Supreme King, how can I hide in Gondolin and wince out?"

The blonde princess opened her mouth when she heard this, but said nothing.

After a while of silence, she said, "I suggest you summon your cousin here."

"Linton and Gundolin are far apart. Your cousin cannot give up Linton and join Gundolin, and it is even more impossible to run around two places."

"But I'm not suitable to be a king."

"After arriving in Middle-earth, you have been following me to assist in government affairs. You are wise and sometimes even look farther than me, so why can you feel uncomfortable?"

"You know, no woman in Elda has ever inherited the throne..."

Looking at his nervous and hesitant daughter in front of him, Turgon suddenly laughed, then took off the crown on his head with both hands, and spoke seriously and loudly.

"Then now, Italil, the daughter of Turgon, will be the first one!"

After saying that, he solemnly put the crown in his hand on Yizhuer's head.

This announcement was very loud and spread throughout the mountains. The autumn wind blew by, the branches swayed, and the ethereal cry of eagle came faintly from above.

Under the blue-gray cloudy sky, the blonde elves wearing garnet crowns stood in a daze on the top of the mountain, and the tail of the white long skirt fluttered in the wind. The nobles of Gondolin who walked up to bowed to him.

The first queen in the history of the elves was born here!

...

In the dark and dense forest, more than a dozen orcs holding short axes and long swords were carefully rushing the road.

The rugged woodland under their feet and the many hard roots hidden under the thick leaves made them difficult to move forward, and they even occasionally tripped by the roots, causing the orcs to murmur and scold.

But they don't make loud noises.

The howling sound from the depths of the forest was faintly heard, and there seemed to be no abnormal place around, but the orcs were very careful in their actions, as if they were afraid that they would wake up some of the ferocious beasts in the forest.

However, no matter how hidden they are, the eyes in the dark have already placed their eyes on them and observed them for a long time.

So, when the orcs marched under the shade of a tree in the forest, a hidden attack suddenly came from above!

The quietly attack was very sudden, and a one-eyed orc in the orc team shot and killed it on the spot!

The short screams made the orcs turn back. After finding that their kind of people died, they looked even more angry and then searched the surroundings.

However, no matter how they searched, they could not find the attacker who quietly disappeared.

The orcs were restless about this.

This is their fourth time to lose staff!

There seems to be only one enemy, but when facing a target of more than ten times the number, it seems like a venomous snake hidden in the dark and full of patience. The interval between each attack is not short, making them unable to defend against it. At the same time, they will immediately move their positions after one strike.

So much so that the orcs could not catch each other.

"Milko is here, let the dragon army burn these green elves to death!" The annoyed curse appeared several times, but this could not stop the repeated arrival of the attack.

As long as they continue to rush, the quiet attack will appear at some moment and cause damage to them.

The enemy seemed to be staring at them at all times, and at the same time were full of patience.

Many times they even think that the enemy has completely left, but they are forced to lose their troops in the next moment.

Even the number of them originally more than twenty has been declining sharply, seventeen, thirteen, nineteen, six…

Finally, when a ray of dawn appeared in the deep woodland, there were only three orcs left!

They were forced to hide in a tree slope pit and dared not show their heads again!

In fact, they were with the large army when they came, but the thousands of teams had not yet waited for the first river in the horizontal railing here, and were washed away by the surging river water.

Their team was lucky enough to die. They were originally planning to wait for other survivors to meet up on the shore, but they were accidentally lured into the forest.

And this entry was a little too late.

"It must be that the Wizard King put magic in this forest, and I feel less and less powerful."

"Why do we come here?"

The only three orcs left were terrified of being killed, but this could not stop the death from continuing to come.

In the end, they finally rushed out after being hungry and died under the hidden arrows in the forest.

...

The forests of Qihe River are vast and dense. For the local Nando elves, the grass and trees here have long been familiar, but for the newcomers, it is obviously a natural maze.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, deep and vast, and there are no iconic places...

In this case, if there are no local elves to guide the way, even large-scale troops may get lost in the forest.

Especially after Charles passed on the curse from Queen Dorias, the chance of getting lost is even higher.

Although the cynical mantra, which is not too difficult for Charles, is no different from the Book of Heaven in the eyes of ordinary elves, there are still many talented elves who can display their fur.

So after the initial panic, the Nando elves' panic about the dark invasion quietly disappeared.

Living in the forest all year round, they have already developed a good skill to run and hide on the branches, plus various unique equipment...

It may not be a matter of killing enemies in other landforms, but in the forest, the Nando tribe seems to be at ease.

Some elves even had no time to leave the battlefield while hunting, filled their stomachs and ran back to continue!

Although the orc army has been trained in the north for a long time, its natural physique makes it difficult for them to march in secret. At the same time, geographical factors, the hidden combat and guerrilla ability of the Nando elves have suffered enough.

So during this period, the many evils from the north basically lost all the sound without causing any storms.

Of course, in addition to many favorable characteristics, there is actually another element that is very important - that is, the seven rivers in the territory.

A rumor that has been circulating in Nando and even the entire elves for a long time is that the seven rivers originating from the blue mountains in the east are attached to the power of the water ruler Uomu, silently protecting the green elves within the seven rivers.

This rumor has been circulating for a long time and has existed before Shire came.

In the past, Charles did not pay attention to this. It was only when the war really affected the territory that he suddenly realized that this rumor was not groundless...

However, while a sense of gratitude and respect were silently rising, his attention was not placed on the seven rivers at this time, but was looking down at some pictures.

Some scenes of his cheap grandfather fighting against Morgoth alone.

The initial notification was very simple, but as time passed, a news that surprised him very much came-

The enemy from the north, who seemed very mysterious to him, was cut into a cripple by Fenguo!

The meaning behind this has to make him think a lot...
Chapter completed!