Memory is a strange thing. Some places have not been to, but a little smell, a sound or an image can evoke an inexplicable sense of familiarity, or deja vu. Fagon forest is like this. It has thick branches, old bark, thick moss, and feet covered with fog of milk. When they step in, the fog will quickly retreat, revealing the rough and tangled roots below.


    "How can I feel like I''m in the library, wandering in the history of the library?" Said one of the elves.


    "Of course. Fagon forest is the oldest forest in the Middle Earth continent, and it is also the only ancient thing left from history in ancient forests. " Grofendale sighed: "although it''s just trees here, they can also record history like rocks. So there''s nothing wrong with how you feel. "


    History has always been thick, so other parts of the fagon forest are thin, such as the air. When they went deep into the woods, far away from Isengard and Saruman, and left the orcs far behind, they were surrounded by the massiness here and felt a little out of breath. The elves slowed down consciously until they stopped. Indeed, everyone has reached the limit. It''s time to have a rest.


    Elves never lack food and drink in the forest. It is said that they can even talk to trees. Griffindale said with a smile that those are rumors. The elves only use experience. However, Zhao Mai was able to talk with the trees, and soon found out the surrounding situation, leading everyone to a forest clearing.


    He reached out and dug from the roots of a big tree, moved the soil out, and the spring came out from there. From turbid to clear, it took only ten minutes. "Fill up the kettle and tidy yourself up. Soon you''ll see one of the oldest species on the whole continent


    "Can you let the tree man come to see us? It''s incredible. " Grovendale said: "although the awakening of the tree people is after the elves, but before the dwarves, they are always independent, self-contained, not allied with anyone, not against anyone. Even the elves can only talk to them, not give them orders. If it wasn''t for curiosity, tree people wouldn''t show up in front of us. When they''re still, they''re just like big trees. They can''t tell


    "Oh, they will listen to me, because I use the language of tree people." Zhao Mai found the root of a big tree and sat down. He beat his thigh with his fist to relax his muscles. "Well, it''s safe here. Fagon forest has its own field, outside magic can''t enter now, whether it''s Saruman or Sauron. "


    "So powerful? Isn''t it a fortress against darkness and evil? "


    "Of course not. Everything in the world is connected. If the air, water and soil are polluted by evil, trees will not be spared. In war, there are only survivors, no survivors. Drink some water first. I think you are too tired. It doesn''t look like a golden Lord. "


    Griffindale grinned. He stretched out his hand and stroked back the scattered hair on his forehead. He pulled out a band from somewhere and tied it up. Then he dropped a wisp of hair from each side of his temples. He immediately regained his beautiful appearance. Zhao Mai shook his head: "it''s easy to have a good face and a good foundation. What''s like me? "


    He patted himself on the top of his head, and then he became human again. "No longer an orc, no longer an elf, certainly not a human. That''s what I really look like. "


    Griffindale frowned at Zhao Mai, his fingers trembling slightly, then slowly shook his head. "Maybe the smell of the forest is strange. How can I feel like I''ve seen your face somewhere? But if you think about it, you can''t remember. "


    "You''re not blind, are you? Are human faces very similar to elves? Or is my face too popular? "


    "No, it''s not." Griffindale seems to be unable to let go of this problem. He sits opposite Zhao Mai, looks at him every few minutes, and then immerses himself in the memory of the past.


    The elves went out in twos and threes, not far away, and soon brought back some food from the forest for everyone to share. Nuts are the most popular thing, although after most of the winter has become a bit shriveled, but strong aroma enough to ease everyone''s mood. This fragrance also attracted two bold squirrels, lying on the branches and looking down. Grain reserves drool at squirrels, but Zhao Mai doesn''t agree with their hunting, so he can only make up for a big game of eating meat in his mind.


    When running, because the body to the limit, we all feel that every minute every second is very long. However, compared with the present waiting, that time seemed to be in a hurry. When the Elves were speeded up, it seemed that they could not adapt to the slow down rhythm, but the rhythm was exactly what they were.


    The elves can spend a whole day slowly grooming the feathers on the arrows without feeling tired or bored. But now, in just one afternoon, they have finished the inspection and maintenance of all the equipment at least four times, and they are beginning to feel bored again. This restless state is not conducive to the recovery of elves. After all, they still have many battles to participate in and many difficulties to overcome. Fortunately, they also found this point, with soothing songs to wash the mind, the anxiety and anxiety out. When the moon slowly rises to the top of the head and the bright light illuminates the whole open space, the elves return to the state of nature again.Griffindale has been staring at Zhao Mai''s face. He didn''t feel embarrassed, but Zhao Mai couldn''t bear it. "What are you looking at? If you had seen this face, you would have remembered it by now. And I''m sure it''s the first time we met to rescue Frodo by the Xiangshui river. We''ve never met before. "


    "I''m sorry, I may have been out of the corner, but I always have a strange idea that there is something important to do with your appearance." Lord Jinhua sat up straight and breathed a sigh of relief: "when can we see the tree man?"


    "They have received the news and are on their way here. Such a big guy can''t get up in such a dense forest. I guess we''ll see them by noon tomorrow. However, according to the tradition of Shuren, they are slow to discuss things. It will take at least a week for them to reach a conclusion and then gather their strength to attack Saruman. "


    "Very soon, after all, we are not far from Osaka tower. I can meditate on it tonight and think about it. " The Spirit said, "from tomorrow, all of our Elves will start to resume training and get ready to fight."