Just as Xu Feng and Snow Di left Rivendell, Gandalf, Queen Kelantriel and Princess Yawen were standing on a blackened ridge, looking down at the large sea of ​​fire below.

"...It's so miserable." Gandalf shook his head, but there was no pitiful meaning in his tone.

The charred corpses below are all the orcs.

The orcs are evil monsters, and are a race produced by Morgoth's mix of noble elves and lowly beasts. For thousands of years, the orcs have killed many humans, dwarves, and elves, and the damage they caused to the Middle Earth world is even more incalculable.

Gandalf only regretted that he had not come with Xu Feng. If he were there, he could see the desperate eyes of these orcs before their death.

Princess Yawen sighed, "Mr. Diedi is so amazing... How did he find this dark fortress so hidden?"

Gandalf smiled and said, "Or what if Diedy is a legend? He is so powerful. I have lived for so long that I can't remember how old I am. This is the first time I admire a human being so much."

Queen Kelandriel also smiled and said, "Yes, although I just met Lord Diedi, I feel the same as Mislandi. This young human is really amazing."

Yawen said happily: "Haha, Lord Diedi is my friend!"

They had just confirmed their friendship, and Yawen was already proud of it.

Kellandriel brows slightly, "Yawen, my good granddaughter, can you fall in love with him?"

Yawen's face turned red, "No! His Majesty Grandmother! What did you say? I didn't! He, he is a human!"

Kellandriel smiled and said, "At that time, your father was half-elf and half-human. Didn't I betrothed your mother to him? Race cannot stop real love."

Yawen's face turned redder.

Although she is a thousand years old, for the elves, she is just a young adult. She is still a girl who has just started to fall in love with her. She is also confused about her feelings.

"Your Majesty Grandmother! We are really just friends! Me, I..." Yawen, I, I, I, for a long time, and I couldn't say what happened next.

Kellandriel smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. My Yawen has grown up and will be shy. But then again, it is normal for young men and women to have a good impression, especially if you have a good impression of excellent men. However, you have to understand that you are not an ordinary girl. If you are born in an imperial family, you must shoulder the responsibility of being an imperial child, take family marriage as your own responsibility, and a stable imperial family can make the people feel more at ease."

Yawen's face suddenly dimmed, "I understand, His Majesty Grandmother."

Kelandriel said again, "In addition, you have to remember one thing. Although love is not restricted by racial raciality, marriage has it, especially if you have half-elves' blood. If you insist on marrying humans as your wife, then you can only give up the lifespan and privileges of the elves and become an ordinary human. In that case, I will have no descendants to inherit my throne."

Yawen hurriedly said, "My grandmother, I remember, I will not... marry humans."

Kellandriel nodded with satisfaction, "Well, this is my good granddaughter."

Gandalf smiled and said, "We have been talking for so long, so we should do some serious business, right? The fire is getting bigger and bigger. I will go and put out the fire in the south first. There is a dark forest connected there. If it continues to burn, King Thrandir's Wood Elf Tribe will be in trouble."

As he said that, Gandalf condensed his magical power, summoning a magical blizzard from the air to exterminate the raging fire with the power of the magical blizzard.

To be honest, this move should be a very useful move, but it requires the blizzard to continue to fall.

Gandalf only lasted for three minutes, and the magical energy of the blizzard was insufficient.

The fire that was suppressed before obviously began to look up again.

Gandalf was sweating profusely, but he didn't want to admit that he was about to lose support.

No man can be embarrassed?

What's more, Gandalf is a secondary god, and now he needs face in front of Queen Galandrier.

Queen Kelandriel had long seen that Gandalf's magical power was not enough.

She said lightly: "Mislandi, there is basically no problem with the fire in the south. Please take a break and give me a chance to demonstrate to Yawen. If you use the Ring of Water, wouldn't you?"

"Ah! OK!" Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put away his already reluctant magic blizzard.

The fire in the dense forest in the south immediately resumed.

Queen Kelandriel was not in a hurry, but said to Yawen in a calm tone: "Yawen, do you know, what are the advantages of our elves?"

Yawen said without hesitation: "We live longer than other races. This is because we are races created by the Lord God himself. Our existence is equivalent to a demigod-level existence."

Keidandrel nodded, "You said it well, except for life span?"

Yawen thought for a while, "Besides the advantage of lifespan, it should be our magic? Magic is very advanced, and ordinary humans can't learn it at all. Now there are a few human mages, but they are rare. Moreover, most of them are dark magic mages who take shortcuts. A true great mage needs to long-term understanding of the power of nature. It is difficult to achieve without a lifespan of more than a thousand years. Humans and other races have no advantage in this regard."

Queen Kelandriel said with a faint smile: "Yes, magic is also the advantageous characteristic of our elves, what else?"

"And?" Yawen thought for a while, "and that's right, we elves love peace and are gentle in our affairs."

Queen Keillander smiled and said, "What else?"

Yawen thought for a long time, but she didn't expect that. She shook her head and said, "Grandmother, I can't think of it for a while."

Queen Kelandriel smiled and said, "I can't think of it, so I'll tell you that our elves also have another characteristic, that is, forging."

"Forging?" Princess Yawen said in surprise: "Forging... isn't that a dwarf's characteristic?"

Queen Kelandriel smiled and said, "The forging of the dwarves can only be called ironwork, and our forging is the real magic forging. When the Lord God fought against Morgoth, many magic weapons were made by our elves. For example, the enemy fencing in Mr. Diedi, and the Boromil sword in the hand of Snow Emperor, etc.."

Princess Yawen exclaimed, "Oh! It turns out that our elves are the real forging masters!"
Chapter completed!