Chapter 266 The Evil Wizard and the Trainee Ranger

Before Aragorn left Rivendell, when Levi expressed his intention to leave, Elrond stopped him and told him another news:

"About this time next year, the Council of Wise Men (White Council) will be held again in Rivendell. I hope you can come and participate."

"I have a hunch that the current situation in Middle-earth will change a lot."

Levi agreed, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Next year, the year 2953, a lot will happen.

Elrond was right, the situation and development of Middle-earth was about to enter the next stage. If this period had to be given a name, Levi was willing to call it the "Prosperous Transition Period."

Countries in the various freedom camps are prospering and developing, and evil forces are constantly growing. The two sides are constantly fighting, but there will be no large-scale war in the short term.

Something is brewing, something is moving forward.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

There was another person who received the news almost at the same time as Levi.

In Orthanc Tower, a gray figure walked to the door and said a few words to the waiter.

The gatekeeper nodded respectfully and walked into the tower to make the announcement.

After a moment, he opened the door and welcomed Gandalf inside.

"Gandalf, why are you here to visit?"

In the hall, a white figure asked questions.

"Saruman."

Gandalf said hello as usual, maintaining the etiquette and respectful attitude that should be maintained, and there was no fault at all.

"I'm here to tell you some news about the convening of the White Council... Can you turn around?"

"I don't mean to offend or criticize, but in my personal opinion, it's rude to keep talking to people with your back to them."

There was a brief silence in the hall.

Gandalf said nothing for a while, just waiting.

When it comes to reasoning for yourself, you should be strong-willed, and old Gandalf is also worthy of it.

"snort."

Saruman snorted coldly and turned around slowly. Half of his body was in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly. The other half was exposed to the light and shadow, and his face could be seen.

Gandalf narrowed his eyes.

"With all due respect, of course this could be my misunderstanding. Is there a patch of your face that is a different color?"

"For what purpose do you ask such a thing, Gandalf?"

Saruman almost jumped up as if his foot had been stepped on.

"Nothing, just concerned."

"Then let me ask you, if you were expressed so-called 'care' by others in this way, would you feel happy?"

Saruman said with a gloomy face: "Old friend, if you listen to my advice, don't pry into other people's privacy at will, just take care of yourself."

"Of course, you can, I won't ask you again." The bad old man Gandalf smiled innocently, looking quite honest.

I asked others to go.

"I already know the news about the Baidao meeting. Do you have anything else to do?"

"No, I just wanted to come over and remind you so as not to miss the time. Saruman the Wise cannot be absent from such an important meeting."

"Of course I will be there, I just hope that certain...certain people who always like to run around don't be late."

"Your suggestions are worth considering."

Gandalf bowed slightly and wisely chose to turn around and leave.

After all, looking at Saruman like that, it didn't look like he was in the mood to entertain him.

In this case, let's retreat first.

Outside the gate, Gandalf rode away, not knowing where he was going.

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"Transfer student?"

Roadside Fort, Ranger Camp.

An outstanding ranger graduate from Roadside Fort looked at the Dúnedain man who was half a head taller than him in front of him, with unstoppable curiosity in his eyes.

"Or the Dúnedain?"

As soon as he said this, the trainee rangers next to him all looked over.

A young Dúnedain about his own age!

This is so rare.

Dozens of gazes were directed at him at the same time, and Aragorn felt as if needles were pricking his back, quite uncomfortable.

Facing the Ranger Captain of Roadside Fort, who was said to have been an outstanding graduate, he smiled stiffly and nodded in response.

"Hmm... It does seem like he is as silent as the instructors."

"Then you will be part of our team from now on."

The outstanding graduate ranger who talked to Aragorn introduced himself: "My name is Yawen. From today on, I will be the captain of you and the dozens of people behind you."

"Hey, it's so rare. I didn't expect that I could meet a Dúnedain younger than me. If what you said is true, then I am seven years older than you. I was also a trainee ranger seven years ago. Think about how time has passed. It was so fast that I became the captain.”

"By the way, don't think that since you are a Dúnedain, I will take special care of you. In Roadside Fort, everything is equal."

Aragorn nodded seriously.

"Oh, you guy..."

Arvin scratched his head.

This guy is too boring, why is he so introverted? He just keeps nodding after talking a lot.

But this is no wonder Aragorn, it's not that he is introverted, but the atmosphere of the valley is like this, and now he is really not used to being in such a lively place.

"Tell me about yourself, I need to check in."

Aragorn thought for a moment.

Before coming out, Elrond had given him some advice.

'It's best not to reveal your identity easily, even among trusted allies. ’

On the one hand, there will be a lot of inconveniences in exposing your identity, on the other hand -

'You can't predict what your blood will lead to. ’

"Thorongil, this is my name."

Aragorn chose to use a pseudonym.

Thorongil, Sindarin meaning "Star Eagle", was a name that would stick with him for many years to come.

The roadside fort is just the first stop on the journey, and there is still a long way to go.

"Okay, Thorongil, from now on we will be comrades in the same team."

Yawen looked at Aragorn and said, "But I have to confirm your level. Those present are all warriors who have undergone the most rigorous and cruel training."

"Let me see what you can do, don't hold back."

The competition comes as soon as it comes.

Arvin took up arms.

Aragorn also drew his sword, looking very serious.

The movement here immediately attracted a large group of spectators. They immediately surrounded the place and started to cheer after leaving enough space.

He looked very skilled and professional, and the atmosphere was set instantly.

This movement even attracted two homeless instructors.

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But when they saw the Dúnedain named 'Thorongil' in the middle, the two wanderers suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

"Wait, that's it?"

They looked at each other and saw the meaning in each other's eyes.

Just stay silent.

clang!

In the blink of an eye, the two people in the center of the field were already competing together, and the swords were exchanged with each other, making a crisp sound.

"oh?"

Yawen was a little surprised. The fledgling Dúnedain opposite him was actually so strong. This sword was really steady and accurate, and there was no shaking at all when he cut it down.

After more than ten years of self-inflicted training, he almost failed to defeat this guy.

‘As expected, you are from the hometown of the instructors. ’

In the short moment when Yawen was surprised, Aragorn's heart sank across from him. It was obvious that he was not very relaxed.

The two separated and exchanged moves several times. The fight was inextricable, and no one could break through the opponent's moves.

In a sense, they come from the same source.

Swish——

The sword light passed by, and Aragorn bent down suddenly, showing super flexibility, and turned around again——

But there was a sword light magnifying in his eyes.

With a pull, Aragorn raised his sword in an instant and blocked Yawen's attack.

The two were deadlocked here and entered into a competition of strength.

So strong.

Aragorn sucked in his breath and stared at Yawen who was also grinning across from him, but when he saw that he was looking at him, he actually had the intention to raise his eyebrows.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that I can see some shadow of Uncle Levi in ​​the man opposite. No, it's not just him, but also the people watching next to him.

It is a wonderful temperament, and it is difficult to find words to describe it specifically.

The competition was deadlocked, and just when Aragorn was about to admit defeat, Yawen on the opposite side suddenly lost strength and waved his hand.

"Don't fight, you are really capable."

"Captain lost?"

A few dishonest team members nearby immediately started cricketing.

"What does losing mean?"

As soon as he heard this, Yawen was not happy. He blushed, and then said words such as "to the point" and "friendly discussion", which made everyone burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Aragorn couldn't help but smile. He raised his hand and said:

"I lost."

"It's a draw, let's call it a draw," Yawen suggested.

"That's okay too."

Aragorn had no objections.

"You have some skills, newcomer."

It's unusual to be on the same level as the Ranger Captain right out of the gate.

Especially the ranger captain who was born in Roadside Fort. As for what is special about the rangers of Roadside Fort, we have to ask about the healing effect provided by the beacon and the brutal daily practice of practicing to death as long as you can't die.

"Okay, go get your equipment and we're going to head to the wilderness hideout."

Aragorn immediately obeyed.

So he received a set of well-made standard equipment, as well as some regular supplies, including some food, milk, and a bottle of healing potion.

"You didn't graduate from Roadside Fort, so you may not know some things. I need to talk to you."

The captain explained to him and explained the functions of everything.

This really surprised Aragorn.

He thought the bottle of milk was for nutritional supplements.

"This healing potion can give you a boost at a critical moment and allow your wounds to recover."

"But we usually don't use it - unless it's really fatal or extremely dangerous and urgent."

"Because we heard that every time a batch of potion is consumed, the lord has to go to that hell to collect materials for refining the potion. Judging from the name, it's not a good place."

"I understand." Aragorn nodded.

"Then let's go."

"Our journey may be a bit far. A stronghold in the northernmost part of the Lonely Land near the Etten Wasteland has been exposed. I heard that there are trolls and Orcs wandering around at night."

"Be prepared, that's our enemy."

Troll.

Upon hearing the news of this monster, Aragorn's hand on the sword tightened.

His father, Arathorn, the fifteenth leader of the Dúnedain people, was killed by the mountain trolls.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary swords to break through defenses, and ordinary people will be seriously injured by powerful monsters if they are brushed aside...

"Then let it come!"

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