The Third Age 2931, Summer.

Northwest Central China.

On this day, the sky of the Middle Earth was clear and there was no white cloud, as if revealing the fate of the good people and other free races on the vast Middle Earth land in the future.

Suddenly, a huge fireball dragged its long flame tail, cutting through the vast sky like a meteor, and falling to the northwest corner of Zhongzhou.

The elves of Rivendell, known as "the last shelter of elves east of the Sea of ​​Beregel", as well as the Roslorien on the side of the foggy mountain range, and the Sylvan elves in the dark forest, as well as the people of the Saint White City on the vast Pelag Plain that flows into the sea, were surprised to see this extraordinary scene.

Roslorien's mistress, the powerful and kind Kellandriel, said to her husband Kelpen, and one of the most powerful Cinda elves who remained in Central, said: "I was disturbed by the weirdness (things) that happened today!"

She pointed to the fireball that had cut through the sky before.

"For some reason, my heart has been warning me that in today's increasingly evil, a star has fallen among the stars, which makes Zhongzhou, which is already very difficult and difficult, even more chaotic!"

"We need to find this thing first before the evil from the East finds it!"

After a pause, Keidandriel said "he" in the ancient Kundi language that represents a man.

A meal.

He said again: "Or she!"

Obviously, the powerful and good hostess Roslorien could not tell what the origin of all the strange things that happened today, because all of this was in a great movement that had not been revealed, and the mist of fate was Vila (Enu, can be understood as God, but I personally feel that it is more appropriate to understand it as an angel) and even the same power as (Iluvita, can be understood as God). Although the firstborn children are deeply loved by Vila and the great and holy Iluvita, they still don’t know much about fate.

Kellerpeng nodded with a serious expression.

He is the grandson of Elmo, the younger brother of Elmo, the leader of the great Dorias, the leader of the Taylorians who remained in the Middle Land, the son of Garathon, and a powerful elves of Sinda (also known as the gray elves).

Since the First Age, the Kingdom of Dorias established by the Cinda elves was captured by the minions of the dark enemy Morgos (Milcourt). After its destruction, Kellerpeng fled to the southwest coast of Belleionde with his wife and the remaining Cinda elves.

After the Furious Battle, the dark enemy Morgoth was defeated, and Bereander sank to the bottom of the sea. At the end of the first era, Kellerpeng, his wife Kellandriel and some of the Cinda elves lived in the current Lindon area.

But the good times did not last long. Due to the influence of the Furious Battle, the beautiful and rich Berreander sank in the First Age, and the surrounding terrain also changed greatly. So in the early years of the Second Age, Kellerpent moved eastward with his wife and most of the remaining Cinda elves, and came to Eliardo, and lived near the Dark Lake for a while.

This period lasted until about 700 of the Second Age. This part of the Cinda elves moved east again and came to Erician, the territory of another famous Nodo elves, and lived here for a while again. It was not until Erician was defeated by the later dark demon king Zoron that he continued to move to Roslorien east of the fog. After a series of accidents, he led the firstborn children of Iluvita, including a very small number of Nodo elves, a part of the Cinda elves and the vast majority of Silfan elves (also known as wood elves).

"You are right. When the fire ball appeared in the sky, my lonely heart that had not changed for thousands of years jumped up. I wonder what changes this inexplicable thing from heaven would bring to the increasingly evil and rising Central China!"

Kellerpeng said to his wife: "But it seems that the place where the things from heaven fell was not far from the territory of the shipbuilder Childan, and the Lord of Gray Harbor should have found and discovered the truth about this strange thing earlier than us!"

Roslorien's mistress, Kelandriel, who has the bloodline of the three ancient elves (Vanya, Nodo, and Taylor), slowly strolled in the quiet and cool, but not gloomy forest. The lush trees and flowers and plants around them avoided the sacred and beautiful Princess Nodo and the powerful tree-men queen, as if afraid that their branches and leaves would defile this noble person who has been famous since ancient times.

"Hope."

“But no matter what.”

Kellandriel turned his head and said to her husband: "We need to send a messenger to discuss with Elderon of Rivendale, and believe that his concerns about things from heaven are not inferior to us!"

Elderon of Rivendale is the son-in-law of Keellandriel and Kellerpeng. Their daughter, Calebrian, officially married Elderon in 109 of the Third Age, and gave birth to a pair of twin sons and later daughter Arwen.

Coupled with the friendship of fighting together for many years, Rivendale to the west of the Mist Mountains and Roslorien to the east of the Mist Mountains are among the few elves that are still protecting all the good free people of the Central continent as much as possible.

Kellerpeng nodded, agreeing, and at the same time he also said, "We'd better hold a Saint-Belgian Conference!"

Roslorian's mistress didn't say anything because she expressed some doubts about convening the Saint White Conference. It was nothing more. However, the Tree Min Queen has been increasingly uneasy about the actions of the Saint White Council's wizard, the respected white-robed wizard Saruman. She always felt that the white-robed wizard has been too concerned about certain things over the years, and is so obsessed with...

The elf couple, who were famous for the two eras in Central China, walked out of the lush and dense golden forest, looked at each other worriedly, and looked up to the West. Over there, the towering misty mountains blocked their gaze at the distant Lord of the Gray Harbor.

Soon, the male and female hostess of Roslorian sent messengers, who might have been preparing to climb over the foggy mountains and go to Rivendell, one of the largest gatherings of elves in the Middle East, to report the message, expressing the concerns of the masters of Roslorian about the strange things that happened on the summer of 2931 in the Third Age!

Or contact other good people on the mainland and are still secretly protecting Central China organizations and forces!

Roslolian's messenger was scattered from the deep golden forest and could not hide the intrigues on the Central continent.

Not to mention the reactions of other leaders of the forces who received the news from Princess Nodo and Prince Sindda, farther east of the Golden Forest and the Dark Forest, Rohan, the kingdom of cavalry, which is rich in horses and warriors, and the last hope of mankind, was further east of Gondor, the white holy city established by the Numenors, the Numenors, the Numenors, and the farther and terrifying ashes, and the deep and terrifying shadows of the mountains of darkness, deep and terrifying shadows, the former evil enemy, the minions of the dark demon king, and the old nest of the orcs, the Goros Plain, a gloomy and terrifying trumpet sounded.

Countless good people suddenly heard the creepy bloodthirsty roar and dark whispers.

That is the ancient saying of the evil devil's cave, which was created by the Dark Demon Lord in the evil era.

Soon after, a group of dirty and ugly orcs emerged from their wet and smelly caves, rode on the fierce wolf, and took advantage of the dark night to cross the door of darkness, and quietly disappeared into the vast Dagora Plain.

Someone saw them heading west, walking in a hurry, as if chasing something.

Meanwhile, Rohan Pass.

South of the Fargon Forest.

Aisinger.

Inside a mage tower built to monitor (that was thought at the time) the evil forces of the East, Saruman, the leader of the Saint White Council, a powerful and ambitious Istal (i.e., the wizard) was pacing back and forth with concern.

The strange thing about the fireball falling from the sky a few days ago is mysterious. The powerful white-robed wizard naturally has his ideas and plans. Unfortunately, since he put on this old leather (this powerful wizard likes to wear white robes, and has an old face and walks like a wood), his own abilities have been limited a lot. Not to mention it, his essence is telling him that this matter only has bad effects on him and no good!

"Why did such a thing happen at this time? Could it be that the noble mighty people of Verma are no longer satisfied with the glory of the blessed land and are ready to intervene in Zhongzhou again?"

"No, no!"

The wizard was irritated and restlessly paced in the cold tower, and his dark staff trumped the ground, just like the extremely jealous heart of a white-robed wizard.

Suddenly, the white-robed wizard stopped with a ferocious expression, and a strong resentment burst out from his old eyes.

"I devote myself to researching it for a long time, and I am eager to learn all the knowledge that can be learned, and I see it..."

He muttered a noun, which was an unknown word. Generally, good people in the Central continent would not say it, but the white-robed wizard said it in a noble manner, although very quietly.

"I will find the whereabouts of... I will not let them destroy all this!"

The white-robed wizard said this, as if he had made up his attention. He hurriedly left the towering Orsank (Master Tower) and disappeared from people's sight.

Then, this day.

South to Gondor.

North to Angma.

West to Linton.

East to the Iron Hills.

Elves, dwarves, mortals and even monsters in the dark are all crazy about everything that happened in the midsummer of 2931 in the Third Age.

On this day, the great Lord of Gondor cut off the fingers of the Dark Demon Lord, seized off the descendants of the human hero Essido, who was the Supreme Lord of the Ring, and the future Emperor of Humanity, the sixteenth generation patriarch of the Dunedan people, the son of Alagon II, was born.

On this day, a big fireball falling from the sky cut through the sky and fell to the north of Linton, a sea of ​​more than 100 miles from the largest port of the elves in Middle Earth, Grey Harbor!
Chapter completed!