Chapter 318 Changes

A bottle of dragon blood fell.

Whoosh——

The dragon bone was poured with fire dragon blood, so the dragon bone ignited flames, and the dragon bone sword transformed into a new weapon——Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword.

This sword was orange-red, and the flames were visible to the naked eye. The terrifying high temperature on it was second only to the Dragon Flame Steel Sword.

At the same time, affected by some mysterious power of the fire dragon blood, its sword body also became heavy, and every enemy hit by it would be hit hard and repelled greatly.

Pouring fire dragon blood on the dragon bone sword to turn it into a Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword is actually quite luxurious.

The production of dragon blood is extremely low.

I don’t know if it’s anemia or something, Smaug, he is such a big dragon, and the blood he collected is barely enough for Levi himself.

Obviously, so many materials such as dragon scales, dragon meat, and dragon bones have been lost, but there is only so much blood.

Or it should be said that there is only a certain kind of magic blood that can be used to forge Dragon Flame Steel.

In fact, even the attributeless dragon blood that can be used to forge ordinary dragon steel is not collected much, highlighting the rarity.

The Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword is actually not very cost-effective. Although it looks cool and is also called a "legendary weapon", its basic damage is actually only 9.5 points, which means it has a flame addition and knockback special effects.

As for the purpose of Levi making this thing.

"I'm afraid I can't use this sword well, uncle."

Bain waved Levi's Dragon Flame Steel Sword twice with some effort, and finally said this.

A big sword that is almost as long as an adult is indeed not something that everyone can use smoothly.

So...

"Then take this, Bain."

Levi took back his Dragon Flame Steel Sword, took out the Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword, and handed it to Bain.

Bain opened his eyes wide and took over this magical weapon based on dragon bones and tempered with fire dragon blood.

As soon as he got started, he couldn't help showing off twice and threw out a flaming sword flower.

Looking at the still strong old man in front of him, Levi nodded, and at the same time he felt a little regretful.

"I really should have made this thing earlier, maybe Bard would like it."

Bain's heart trembled, and just when he was about to say something to comfort him, he saw Levi's eyes full of nostalgia and some other complex emotions.

But it was not like before, almost filled with sadness and a kind of loneliness.

At this moment, Bain suddenly felt that this uncle was standing in front of him.

He had some color on him, and his existence was much more real. The barrier between legend and reality, past and present was getting thinner and thinner.

The reflection of himself in the uncle's pupils became clearer and clearer.

He began to look at the person in front of him.

"Yes, my father will definitely like it."

Bain smiled, but at the same time he was a little embarrassed.

"This weapon doesn't look easy to place."

It has been burning with flames that can roast people. Let alone carrying it with you, you have to think carefully about where to put it.

"I expected this."

Levi took out a scabbard.

"We gathered the wisest blacksmiths in Roadside Castle, and asked for the help of elves and dwarves to make it with dragon steel as the raw material."

"It can contain the flames on this sword. When it is inserted into the scabbard, the flames will shrink back. When it is pulled out again, the flames will become strong again."

Hu——

Bain took the scabbard and inserted the Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword. As Levi said, the flames on it were suppressed. The scabbard was a little hot, but it would not burn people.

Everything was just right.

"Your father has given you his most precious thing."

"And I, I will give you this sword as a witness to all this."

Bain looked at Levi and bowed silently and solemnly.

Levi patted his shoulder affectionately with a smile, and said nothing.

What a good guy.

This Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword, which has a basic damage of 9.5 points and comes with a bunch of special effects, is also fully enchanted as usual.

Whether in terms of symbolic meaning or practical meaning, it can be said to be a very good sword.

As for the dragon steel sword that is stronger in terms of numerical value.

That depends on personal efforts.

After distributing the weapons, Levi returned along the Sky Road and came to the town of Karl to personally handle the follow-up matters of the Hall of Dain I.

This year was a relatively noisy year.

With the approval of Levi, the Lord of the North, the towns in the Anduin Valley continued to expand northward, rebuilding many abandoned villages and towns all the way to Flamsburg, rebuilding the ruins there into a solid city.

However, when people continued to explore northward and arrived at the former colony of the dwarves, they found that it was severely damaged and the internal buildings were almost completely destroyed.

And not only that, there were also several wingless cold dragons and a lot of orcs lurking inside.

So the lord went out alone and returned with the corpses of three dragons.

After confirming that there were no other dragons in the hall of King Dain I and even in the entire Grey Mountains, the engineering team set out from Flamsburg under the cover of the Ranger Company and went to the hall to repair the collapsed supporting columns and floors, and lit the lights to facilitate the people behind to walk back and forth.

While the construction team was repairing the road, the dwarves also heard the news and came.

Thorin looked at the dilapidated hall in front of him, which was almost unrecognizable as a colony, and many historical memories unique to the dwarves emerged in his mind.

He sighed: "This is where my ancestors lived. I have never been here."

"Now there are no evil dragons in the Gray Mountains. This is really a good thing."

"There's another good thing."

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Levi pointed to his feet and said: "When I killed those three dragons, I also found that they had hidden a lot of treasures, which were probably mined by your ancestors."

"What do you think?"

"What do I think?"

Thorin's eyes trembled, he touched the broken door and thought for a long time.

After a moment, he smiled with relief, shook his head, and said, "Those treasures no longer belong to us."

"My ancestors were at war with the Eotheoids because of their treasure, and my grandfather was at war with the elves because of their greed..."

"But I'm not them."

Thorin smiled.

Levi will also smile heartily.

This time, the dwarf didn't ask for treasure.

The King Under the Mountain showed himself to be generous and relieved, qualities that were rare in a dwarf...especially rare.

The dwarves and humans once again cooperated, and the halls of Dain I were rebuilt into a place where both dwarves and humans lived.

This is how the affairs of Carr Town and the Gray Mountains came to an end.

other side.

Unnoticed by people, Denethor II, the new ruling chancellor of Gondor, used the Anor Crystal to engage in a battle of wills with Sauron, the archenemy of all free people, and win.

But when he walked out of the tower where the True Knowledge Crystal was stored, people found that the young prime minister suddenly looked a little old. It was just that they hadn't seen him for a night, but it seemed like seven or eight years had passed.

Yes, he did win that confrontation, and since then he has been suppressing Sauron to explore information.

But at the same time, the prime minister became more and more silent and spoke less.

He gradually began to care only about his fight with Sauron.

Even though this put him under great mental pressure all year round, his body was also destroyed.

But as long as he can maintain the winning situation, maintain his own advantage, and reduce losses, he can continue to be strong until death.

But destiny always likes to make fun of people.

Denethor's death did not come.

However, his wife left before him.

The year was 2988.

Finduilas always wakes up in the middle of the night, sometimes looking at the cloudy sky of Mordor in the east, sometimes looking at the wide river.

Perhaps because there is a trace of elven blood in her body, she misses the sea and her hometown. Whenever she sees the river or the sky, she will feel infinite sadness.

And because of the sensitivity to darkness and evil brought by this bloodline, Mordor, this huge evil place opposite the White City, weighed on her heart like a mountain every day, making her breathless.

This kind of mental trauma is the most helpless.

It cannot be undone, cannot be stopped, and cannot be cured.

Under the combined influence of fear and sorrow, Finduilas passed away with sorrow.

Only 38 years old.

Denethor stood in front of his wife's grave, speechless for a long time.

He stood in front of the tomb all night, finally sighed deeply and left slowly at dawn.

After that day, he suddenly seemed to have aged a few years again.

And became more silent and severe.