The dark and dense forest, located in the great wasteland, is the largest and most magnificent forest in Middle-earth.
Its area, from the Gray Mountains in the north to the Hetao in the south, covers thousands of miles and is so vast that it is unimaginable for ordinary people.
In this ancient forest, many creatures live. Black squirrels and elk are active in the forest, and monarch butterflies live on the leaves on the upper floors.
Of course, in addition to these vegetarian creatures, there are also those ferocious and poisonous giant insects and monsters, such as giant spiders and dark bats.
And now, Carl and the others, after crossing a thousand-mile-long area, passing through the Wind and Cloud Hills, the Troll Forest, Rivendell, the Misty Mountains, and the High Pass, finally came to this ancient forest—the Dark Forest.
Now, as long as they pass through this forest, they will not be far from the Lonely Mountain.
However, the faces of the people standing in front of the forest were not very good at this moment.
...
"Gandalf, you said you were leaving?" Thorin asked, frowning.
"Yes, there is a problem with Dogur, and I'm going to solve it." Gandalf's face was also not good-looking.
Just now, his partner, the white-robed wizard Saruman, came with news that the seal of Rudor's High Tomb had been opened, and when he traced it to Dogurdu, he encountered those undead...
Evil is spreading, and he needs his help.
You know, Saruman is the most powerful of the five wizards, but now even he can't deal with it. You can imagine how serious the problem is.
No matter what, he has to go there.
As for the dragon of Lonely Mountain, he could only apologize to Sorin.
"Gandalf, I advise you to think carefully before making a decision," Carl said suddenly. "In fact, I think you should have guessed it. Maybe the guy hiding in Dol Guldur... yes, who."
"That guy represents this, but the extreme darkness, and it represents the extreme danger."
"Also, I have already told you that your companion, the old guy in the pure white robe, is not as simple as you think."
"You'd better treat what he said with caution and judge whether it's worth your trust."
Carl looked at Gandalf and said.
The Lord of the Rings has disappeared, and Sauron has undoubtedly recovered. That guy must be in Dol Guldur now, and if Gandalf really wants to go, he must really be finished.
After all, having known each other for so long, Carl didn't want Gandalf to lose his life in vain, so it would be best if he was willing to follow his advice and stay.
But apparently, Gandalf's will was not easily persuaded.
"Carl, I know that your concern is completely justified, but I still can't think of it. Saruman has a reason to lie to me. We have known each other for a long time. How could he harm me?"
"So I decided to go. Of course, if the truth is what you said, Carl, I hope you will wait for me to bring this news back to Rothlorian, to Lady Galadriel."
After saying this, Gandalf turned to leave.
"Wait," Carl stopped Gandalf, who was about to leave, "Well, Gandalf, I'm honored to have you entrust me with your last words, but before you get beaten to death, I think it's best to settle your affairs."
"...?" Gandalf was speechless and puzzled.
Carl's words seemed to imply his impending death. Can you not undermine his confidence like this? But what did Carl owe him?
Gandalf couldn't think of anything other than the elven dagger that Gandalf had once given Carl.
"Hehe," Carl smiled, seemingly anticipating Gandalf's doubts, "Didn't I say that I would give you a present when I was in Rivendell last time?"
Gandalf suddenly realized, but he had some doubts: "What do you want to give me? Could it be,"
He was suddenly a little surprised: "Is it that black thing?"
"No, you're thinking too much," Carl shook his head. "Gandalf, why are you still thinking about your crude earth bomb at this time? Earth bombs can be used against ordinary things, but do you want to use them against Sauron? That's too difficult."
"Okay." Gandalf lost his energy in an instant.
It seems that this guy Carl is still as stingy as ever.
Sure enough, the next moment, Gandalf saw Carl take out a blood-red paper from his arms and give it to him.
Is this a gift?
Gandalf was speechless.
He could find a lot of paper like this, by the way.
"Hey, Gandalf, what kind of expression do you have?" Carl was unhappy. He had taken out all the things he was usually reluctant to use, and Gandalf was still unhappy?
"No, nothing." Gandalf shook his head, helplessness still on his face. What else could he say? Since Carl said it was a gift, he would take it.
"This is no ordinary paper, it's a talisman I made, and I hope you can wear it," Carl explained.
Seeing Gandalf like this, Carl didn't bother to explain it to him. How could a country bumpkin understand the secrets of runes?
Hearing this, Gandalf was also stunned, and then took it over.
"Thank you, Carl, and I will wear your blessings on my body, and I hope Iluvatar will protect me in this," Gandalf prayed.
He still thought it was just an ordinary thing, just with Carl's blessing.
"Hopefully!" Carl also looked up.
Is it Iluvatar?