"Thank you for your help, otherwise I might have drowned in the water of Elin Wei'ao."

...

The sincere thanks sounded by the river on the west bank of the Wei Guang Pond.

After crossing the swamp covered by thick fog, the sky was clear at this time, and the sun shone on the grass under your feet, looking full of vitality.

Facing the brown-haired elf in front of him with a look of gratitude, Charles waved his hand.

"You're welcome. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have encountered such a thing, and if it weren't for you, poor Annor would probably not have been spared. Olophente, I admire your water and strength. If I'm lucky enough to meet His Majesty Fenrod of Nagorslond, I will definitely recommend you to him."

He said as he patted his side and kept sniffing, looking like a pitiful white horse who was very frightened.

Faced with this waterfall crisis, it survived "magically".

The elf named Olophente twitched his eyes when he heard this, and then he hurriedly said, "Thank you, sir, but forget it. I am used to working nearby. In fact, there are girls I have admired for a long time here. I am afraid that I will never see her again after I leave here."

"That's a pity." Charles sighed, then raised his hand and patted the other person on the shoulder: "Well, Olofent, it seems that His Majesty Fenrod is destined to lose an excellent sailor. I wish you a beautiful woman as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your blessings, sir, I hope that all the stars in the sky will always be surrounded by you..."

Thanks, the back of the other party holding the horse became weaker and weaker. After a while, the elf sailor named Olophente had originally had a calm expression on his face. After tilting his head to look at the sky, he couldn't help but sigh.

"This is completely different from what I plan..."

"Why don't you identify yourself?"

A thick voice suddenly appeared behind him. However, no one existed except the river.

"Lekundi is different from Nodo. ​​Ruoyavana can try it here... Uolum, your trick won't work on him."

"You?"

"Okay OK, I've lost all my face today and I'm not qualified to talk to you."

He shook his head with a chuckling, and Olofent's slender figure standing by the shore, along with the boat and the slurry in the river, suddenly dissipating with the wind, leaving only a laughing and scolding in place.

"That cunning little head, I kindly reminded him that there was danger behind him, and he actually played with me in the opposite direction!"

...

Crossing the foggy swamp, there is a vast plain called Tarathdiern.

The plains were undulating and the plants were lush. Here, Charles met many guards of Nagorthlond who were hidden in hidden posts one after another.

Except for specific personnel, they did not allow anyone to travel through this place, because the capital of the Nagor Slond behind the plains was still hidden and not known by the great enemies in the north.

The pass of Baima Annor was not drowned and could still be useful at this time. So under the leadership of a guard leader, Charles smoothly headed straight towards the West.

Gradually, Andram, a long wall extending westward to the left of the plain, became more complex and towering, becoming exactly the same as the real mountains, with dense woods and steep mountains.

Under the guidance of the elf guard, his direction gradually deviated from the original route and moved slightly towards the north.

"Nagslond cannot pass normally and must go through the water." The captain of the guard who led the way explained: "But the Nalog River flows fast and can only be drained from a specific location, so now we have to go around."

Shir nodded to show his understanding.

The road became a little longer. More than an hour later, the two appeared on the bank of a river north of the long wall. The water flow seemed relatively smooth because another river merged into it.

So Charles once again took the Elven Sailor's ship and headed towards a destination that had already become the south.

However, compared with the last time, he did not encounter any "supernatural incidents" again. Except for the river water that was too surging, the ship was bumpy and bumpy, everything went smoothly.

After about half an hour, they finally arrived at the gate of Nagorslond.

This is a canyon.

The mountains with dense forests on both sides are towering, completely obscuring the sun rays hanging high in the west, so that the turbulent and vast Nalog River is completely in a shadow.

The river turned the canyon into two, and turned a corner at the end of sight, and fell into an unknown valley.

They climbed the shore from the right side of the canyon, and then walked past a seemingly messy and actually fine rock steps, and the gate of Nagorslond appeared in front of them.

It was a long arched steel gate embedded deeply in the hard mountain, covered by vines.

Because there had been a signal before, the door was open at this time, exposing everything inside to the outside.

As soon as Charles showed up, he saw a group of neatly and exquisitely dressed elves standing at the door.

The leader was Fenrod, whose blonde hair was tied with a silver crown, and after saluting each other, he saw that he was covered in dust and had a slight damp water stain on his body, he couldn't help but smile.

"Is it because the river in Nalog is too fast and falls into the water?"

"It fell into the water, but it was not the river." Charles replied, but he did not have time to say anything, and was introduced to the elves of Nagorthlon by Fenrod.

There are not many nobles in this group, there are only more than twenty in total, and there may be many who have not had time to come.

They were very polite to Charles. Of course, there were also curious people, but for the occasion, no one was ignorant about anything.

A banquet was held in the mountain hall in Nagor Slond. During the period, the waiters were busy and the stone table was filled with exquisite dishes.

However, compared to the human dining table, the elves appear elegant and quiet.

The meaning of the name Nagoslond is the large underground fortress next to the Nago River. It originally refers to this underground city formed by excavating mountains, but for some reason, this country also named it.

Being in the middle of the mountain, the cool feeling is definitely unavoidable, but Charles did not feel too cold.

Although the whole body of rock is cast, this city-state is not rough, with corridors, halls, stone stairs, guardrails, tables and chairs, candlesticks, sculptures, murals... Under the elves' skill, everything in sight appears graceful and fine.

There are three floors of the hall, with straight stone pillars standing on it, and stairs linger on these stone pillars, and firm long bridges spread over the head to reach the upper two floors.

On the surface of the stone pillars, some pictures of the war and life of the elves in the past are carved. Many thorough crystals embellish the dome and the bottom of the bridges everywhere, reflecting the bright candlelight in the entire hall, making it look magnificent.

After a lively welcome banquet, Charles came to Fenrod's windowless but extremely neat and refreshing study, and talked about his experience in the glitter pond.

Apparently Fenrod knew something about this, and after hearing him slowly telling everything, his face became a little stunned.

"More than three hundred years ago, the territory ruled by Turgon was not at this time. It was not until we met the Lord of the Water Lord Uolum, and under His command, that we decided to find a suitable place to build a hidden kingdom."

"so?"
Chapter completed!