Chapter 280 Testing

2960, Beihetao.

"Levi, I really think the names 'Hebei' and 'Henan' are very nice, both in terms of geographical location and their own characteristics."

"And they are easy to understand and meaningful."

By the river, Bard kept muttering.

Levi turned his back to Bard and sat on a small bench fishing in silence.

"If you mention this again, I'll be angry with you."

"Okay."

Bard sighed and had to give up.

He couldn't think of anything wrong with this name, even if he scratched his head.

"Since our 'Lord of the North' said so, I will certainly choose to obey."

Hearing this title, Levi felt numb again.

There was no way, people always like to make up some random names, although this name was quite in line with the actual situation.

"In fact, if you directly crown yourself as the High King of the North, no one will say anything."

"Don't worry about this, Gandalf?"

Levi suddenly turned around and saw an old man in a gray robe standing behind him.

Plop.

There was a sound in the water, and Levi lifted the rod. It was a salmon.

The fish was thrown into the bucket, and the bucket became a fish bucket.

"It's a nice day today."

Gandalf sat down next to him and greeted him formally: "Good afternoon."

"Nice weather?"

Levi and Bard looked up at the same time, and saw that the sky was full of gray-yellow clouds mixed with unclean things, and the sun was blurry, as if it was separated by a layer of not very transparent curtain.

This is already the norm in the brown land.

There is no bright sunlight, and there will be no clear sky.

It is also because of this that the Orcs can run around in this land without hindrance, and their movements are quite convenient.

This is also within Sauron's expectations, or this is the purpose of his burning the land.

Gandalf smiled and said, "I believe the clouds will dissipate."

"It will dissipate one day."

"It's hard to say."

Levi did not have any expectations.

Don't look at the lush greenery around the two cities by the river, and the trees and grass are endless.

But the land is still the same land, with no vitality. Except for the special plants provided by Levi, nothing else can survive.

"Huh?"

Thinking of this, Levi suddenly had an idea.

Yes.

The original soil of the brown land is not good, so we can transplant some grass blocks from other places!

At that time, we can shovel away the top layer of soil, replace it with normal soil, and then let the grass blocks slowly spread outward, so that this place can be turned into a real green land.

"I have some ideas."

Levi put this matter on the to-do list.

Gandalf nodded and said, "It seems that I can see two different cities next time I come here."

"It's worth looking forward to."

After talking about environmental issues, Gandalf brought up the topic that he had just skipped:

"Don't you want to consider becoming the 'High King of the North' and commanding the princes? This is a title that many kings in history have longed for."

The title of the High King is not available to ordinary kings who only command a certain group of people.

It itself represents a great dignity, just like Manwe, the head of the Valar and the ruler of Arda (the world), whose title is ‘High King of Arda’.

“I can personally put the crown on you, and you will become the only High King in Middle-earth.”

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Gandalf’s gentle and kind words seem to have a kind of magic that tempts people to exude reverie.

Even Bard was fooled.

The only High King in Middle-earth today, what an honor that is?

“If I really want to be one, do I need your help?”

Levi broke the atmosphere with just one sentence.

Gandalf was stunned, and immediately curled his lips.

“Okay, okay, you don’t need it.”

The old wizard was choked by this sentence and stood up, and he was ready to leave on the spot.

He just took two steps and turned back by himself.

"Really not considering it?"

"I'm not interested in this title, let's discuss it later."

"Okay."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Gandalf sat down with a smile, and there was no trace of the anger he had felt before.

He said meaningfully: "You are still the same as before, and you don't care about power at all."

"Power?"

Levi shook his head.

"It has no effect on me, and I don't crave it."

"If I have to give a reason, I would say: I'm not interested."

Gandalf lit his pipe, took a puff, and said: "Okay, Lord of the North - Lord of almost all the land in the North, Levi."

"It's quite suitable."

It's worthy of the name.

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"But one thing is for another, if you want it one day, I will support it."

This time, the voice was not at all suggestive, just an ordinary and warm voice.

Plop.

Another fish was caught.

It was a puffy pufferfish.

Levi did not respond to the previous sentence. He grabbed the pufferfish, shook it in front of Gandalf, and said:

"This thing is stronger than the strongest wine. How about I roast it for you to try later?"

"Oh, really? I suggest you keep this delicacy for yourself. I, an old man, can't enjoy it."

Gandalf leaned back.

I thought I had never seen this thing, right?

"What a pity."

Then it can only be used to brew medicine.

A moment later, Levi's daily fishing activity ended, and he built a bonfire on the spot and grilled all kinds of fish caught.

After a while, the fish were grilled one after another. Gandalf picked up the one closest to him, blew it twice, and took a bite directly.

It smelled very good.

After eating a few bites, he put the fish down for the time being and said, "I really didn't expect that you could occupy even the brown land. This has been the paradise of the Orcs for thousands of years."

"Now they can't be happy anymore."

"Yes."

Gandalf agreed.

"The space for the Orcs' activities has been compressed again. Originally, the wilderness of Rhovanion was full of their figures."

"But now, this is no longer the 'Great Wilderness', it has a claim."

The Kingdom of Rhovanion can also be regarded as a revival, in another way.

But it is no longer a kingdom, but just a ruling area, or it can be called a 'province'.

Looking at the map again, Gondor, Rohan, and the Free Cities—the iron wall formed by free humans blocked the huge threats from Mordor and the east and south, and maintained the peace of many ethnic groups behind them.

In this situation, Sauron is definitely very uncomfortable.

But there is a breakthrough...

Gandalf thought, and when he looked up, he saw Levi sprinkle some seasoning on Bard's grilled fish. Bard took a bite and enjoyed it.

"I came here for this."

After taking a bite of grilled fish, the fatigue of working all morning was slightly relieved.

Gandalf looked at Levi and said nothing.

After a while, Levi and Bard, who had finished eating the grilled fish, stood aside. They looked at the brown land and discussed the land greening matters in the future.

Behind him, Gandalf took the seasoning given by Levi and sat there alone, staring at the fish being grilled by the campfire.

"Ent."

After Levi and Bard finished discussing the business, Gandalf, who had been silent, suddenly mentioned a word.

Levi certainly knew what Gandalf was talking about.

Ents, or the tree people of Fangorn Forest, usually take root in the ground in the form of trees and fall asleep, sleeping for thousands of years. Some of them never wake up and become real trees.

It is worth mentioning that the fighting power of Ents is quite strong. They are stronger than ogres and behemoths. They can easily crush hard stones and it is common to break iron with one punch.

In fact, ogres are the poor results created by Morgoth imitating Ents, just like Orcs to elves. The gap between the two is quite large.

After attracting Levi's attention, Gandalf continued:

"Although I know this is not your main purpose, and you may not even notice it at all - but I want to say that some good things will always have good results."

"The Ents will know your actions from the earth."

"They will be delighted."