"The reason why the Blazing Palm is so widely spread is because it is related to the great enemy of the dark universe," Gandalf said meaningfully.
"Morgoth?!" The old dwarf king exclaimed.
The wizard nodded lightly. "The mysterious demon king in the shadows hopes that the former Morgoth will return to the world, so he distributed the secret books that represent him everywhere.
The Blazing Palm, Magic Flame Body, and other fire elemental spells with different names are essentially the same. They just have different names and different characteristics of fire.
The ultimate achievement is to summon Morgoth's power and spirit into one's body.
Not only fire elemental spells, but King Tyrion's Frosty Sky Axe is also one of Morgoth's powers. "
"He's dead," Tyrion frowned.
"But his spirit lives on."
"I'm still far from the ultimate power," Tyrion said.
"I believe that. His Majesty is clear-headed and wise. There are no signs of him being shrouded by the magic shadow.
I just want to remind you that the disadvantages of elemental spells outweigh the advantages. You must be very careful and not be blinded by power, "Gandalf advised sincerely.
"Thank you for your advice. I'll remember it." Tyrion was very respectful because he knew that the other party was Maia and also the representative of Valinor.
To be honest, he was even a little afraid of the old wizard. He was afraid that he would discover his identity as a transmigrator and that he would lose everything he had now.
In the early years, he had hoped that his sister would come and find him or reveal some information. After all, she was the one who had sent him here, although that "she" was not her.
But she never came. There were no traces of her existence in this world. Perhaps there were, but he did not discover it.
Since he could not find his sister, he could only live his life in his current identity.
Gradually, he didn't want her to disturb his happy life.
He was living a good life now.
He did not know if she had done something, but he did not feel isolated from this world and this identity at all. The affection between father, brother, and sister was very real. He was very touched and cherished it.
On the other hand, his previous identities, Jaime and Cersei, his two fathers who were tortured in hell, had become blurry illusions. It was very unreal, like a dream from yesterday.
Perhaps, he didn't transmigrate, but was reincarnated.
"How long will it take to master the 'Fire Palm'?" Gandalf's voice brought Tyrion back to reality.
"The cultivation of martial arts is extremely slow. To achieve something, it would take at least ten years … Thirty years would be safer.
Anyway, we have Moreila now. Such a big kingdom is enough for us brothers to live in. Lonely Mountain won't run away, so there's no rush. "Tyrion said.
Sorin, who was sitting beside him on the throne, wanted to say something but hesitated.
Tyrion treated him well. Not only did he give him the title of Prince of Dark Creek Valley, but he also gave the three brothers their thrones in a row during court meetings. His father sat at the top, while the three brothers sat below.
But for some reason, he missed Lonely Mountain and wanted to be the king himself.
"I'm afraid we'll have to hurry." Gandalf sighed and said slowly, "In the past few hundred years, I've been tracking the Dark Demon King's whereabouts. Now I've confirmed that he intends to form a dark alliance with Smaug. He's in the south, and Smaug is in the north. They'll form a pincer attack on the kingdom of the good people of Middle Earth."
"Wasn't the Dark Demon King destroyed by Isildo at the end of the last era? When I was still an observer in the White Way Association, Saruman, King Elrond, Queen Galadriel, and you all said so. "Old King Sellane was shocked.
"We were wrong." Gandalf said bitterly, "About two thousand years ago, traces of Necromancers appeared in the Arammunk region. We thought it was a Ringwraith or a Necromancer who practiced Sorcery.
But after a thousand years, that fortress called Dugu Erdu continued to spread death and darkness to the surrounding land, covering hundreds of miles.
This is far from what an ordinary Necromancer can do.
So, when I rushed to investigate for the first time, the other party noticed and immediately fled.
Five hundred years ago, the Necromancer appeared in Dugu Erdu for the second time. I suggested that the White Way Association immediately take action to eliminate the Necromancer.
The Necromancer fled for the second time.
Three hundred years ago, when I discovered the Necromancer returning to Dugu Erdu for the third time, I decided to take action quietly. In the end, I discovered the Necromancer's true identity. It was the Dark Demon King Søren!
He had already recondensed his body from the darkness. "
Gandalf took out a pipe from his waist pocket and stuffed it full of Shire Long Leaf tobacco. He took a few puffs before regaining his calm and sighed, "Just two months ago, I finally convinced the White Way Association to attack Dugu Erdu with a few powerful beings and fought a great battle with Søren.
It was also this battle that made me understand what he had been doing for the past few thousand years. "
"Doing what?" Sellane couldn't help but ask.
Gandalf gave Tyrion a long look. "Sorcery," he said in a low voice.
Many powerful beings of the White Way Association took action together, including White Robed Saruman and Queen Galadriel …
That time, it should have been easy to take down Søren who had lost his Supreme Devil Pants. Who knew that he had already grasped five ultimate powers?
Even with our combined sneak attack, he still managed to escape! "
"Hiss, five?! Doesn't that surpass Morgoth? "Thorin exclaimed.
"Did the Dark Demon King Søren also practice Frost Sky Axe?" Tyrion's expression was solemn.
Gandalf thought for a moment, "You touched the edge of ultimate power, but were blocked by an unknown barrier and couldn't break through?"
Tyrion nodded lightly, "Eighty years ago, my realm reached its limit."
Sellane sighed, "I've already said that every ultimate power can only have one master. The secret manuals that can be found everywhere on the streets probably already have a master."
"It's actually a good thing that someone else grasped the power of ice ahead of time. You can avoid the danger of being tempted by Morgoth," Gandalf said.
Then, he solemnly said, "Søren grasped five ultimate powers and still wasn't our match. However, this made him feel a sense of danger and began to look for allies."
"The strongest Fire Dragon Smaug in the Middle Lands?" Tyrion frowned.
He now more or less understood why the Gray Cloak Wizard looked for the Dwarves. Before the Dark Alliance was formed, they had to destroy Søren's potential allies one by one.
Smaug was the number one target!
Gandalf nodded lightly and said, "Smaug has rejected Søren now, but you all know how powerful the Dark Demon King is when it comes to tempting people.
Think about the Ringwraiths …
The Demonic Dragon is evil, and it's only a matter of time before he is lured into the darkness.
That's why we have to act immediately.
According to the original plan, it would take more than ten years for the Dwarves to be fully prepared.
By then, the Lonely Mountain would have already become a stinky fortress for the Orcs. If the Demonic Dragon and the Orcs work together, your chances will be even slimmer. "
"The wizard is right." Tyrion looked at the old dwarf and his two brothers.
"Then let's fight!" The third brother, Frelin, shouted.
"Of course we have to fight. The problem is, how are we going to kill the Demonic Dragon?" Thorin said helplessly.
The old dwarf king looked at Gandalf and said in a low voice, "One hundred and seventy years ago, the Turin Dwarves tried, but even the sharpest swords and arrows couldn't hurt the Demonic Dragon.
Now, although my three sons are brave, they are still mortal. Does the great wizard have a plan? "
"I saw the omen of the Demonic Dragon's death." Gandalf said mysteriously.
.....
60 years later, in the Green Dragon Tavern, the story of "Dragon Slaying in the Lonely Mountain" was still ongoing.
"Gandalf, that old wizard, is crazy. He actually asked us to hire a Hobbit as a burglar."
Frodo was angry and embarrassed when he saw the dwarves mocking his uncle in the hole at the bottom of the bag.
He was angry because of the rude dwarves and embarrassed because of his uncle's "weakness" and lack of resistance.
Only when Uncle Birbo's bravery and loyalty was recognized by Prince Thorin, did Frodo's solemn expression fade away and became relaxed and happy again.
"So the Dark Demon King had already discovered Gandalf's plan. He even reminded Smaug to destroy his weakness as soon as possible — a black arrow that could kill the Demonic Dragon and the missing scale on its left chest."
Even though Frodo already knew the result, he still couldn't help but worry for his uncle and the dwarves when he saw Smaug raiding the River Cove Town and stealing the black arrow from the archer Bard. He then threw it into the dwarves' furnace and burned it. He even found the mithril chain mail of the Turin Dwarves in the treasure vault and used it to cover the missing scale.
"Ah, Birbo is so agile. He's so fast that I can't even see his shadow!" Suddenly, Frodo shouted in surprise. The burglar had "stealthily" passed by Smaug and came to the corner of the treasure vault. He then took the melted black iron ingot and put it into his pocket.
Even when the Demonic Dragon woke up and flew into a rage, it didn't notice the burglar that was close to it.
"Wow, Master Birbo is so good at hiding. He's so good at hiding." Sam was shocked.
"Master Birbo's face mask is so disgusting," Pippin murmured.
"That water towel is a little strange … Hey, Big Strider, why are you here?" Merry found herself suddenly covered by a thick and tall shadow. She turned around and saw a human man with shoulder-length black hair and an unshaven beard.
He was a human who lived near Bree. She didn't know when he came here. Because he was so big, the Hobbits in the Shire called him "Big Strider."
At this moment, Big Strider was no longer lazy and dispirited. The fierce expression on his face made the little Hobbit a little scared.
"What's wrong?" Merry asked in a low voice.
Big Strider lowered his head and looked at her. His expression softened a little, but his eyes were still as sharp as a sword. He stared at the hooded singer who had become agitated.
With the help of Gandalf the Grey, the dwarves reforged the black iron that had the magic power to kill the dragon … This time, it wasn't a black arrow but a black sword!
It was a thick, black two-handed sword. The black arrow was originally more than two meters long.
"Ah, long live Tyrion! Long live Thorin! Long live Birbo!" The Hobbits cheered excitedly. Thorin risked his life to lift Smaug's mithril chainmail. Tyrion flew up and stabbed the dragon's left chest with his black sword …
"Wonderful!" In the tavern, the Hobbits were more satisfied than ever.
"When we go back, I'm going to ask my mother to sew me a water towel like Birbo's. I want it to be golden too," Pippin said excitedly.
"I want one too …" Sam murmured.
"Who are you? How do you know so much about it? "
Sam looked up and saw Big Strider striding in front of the hooded singer. His expression was cold, and his right hand was even on the hilt of his sword.
The dull elf holding the harp saw Big Strider's right hand, and a glimmer of light seemed to appear in her indifferent eyes.
"The Ring of Ferragan …"
Big Strider frowned and said, "You know it? Who are you? "
"I'm the world's number one singer. The one beside me is the number two singer and also my servant.
If you want to know who he is, it's simple. Take out a gold coin and order the song 'The World's number two singer.' "
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