Memory is a very strange thing. Some places have never been here before, but a little smell, a sound, or an image can evoke an inexplicable sense of familiarity, or a familiarity. This is the case with the Fagon Forest, where there are thick branches, old bark, thick moss, and a layer of fog that is filled with Buddha's feet. When they step in, the fog will quickly retreat, revealing the rugged and difficult-to-go roots below.

"Why do I seem to be in the library and wandering in history?" said an elf.

"That's of course. The Fargon Forest is the oldest forest in Middle Earth and the only antiquity that has survived from history among ancient forests." Grofindale sighed: "Although they are just trees here, they can also record history like rocks. So you feel nothing wrong."

History has always been heavy, so other parts of the Fagong Forest are a little thin, such as air. When they penetrated into the woods, stayed away from Aisinger and Saruman and left the orcs far behind, everyone was surrounded by the heavy weight here and felt a little breathless. The elves consciously slowed down until they gradually stopped. Indeed, everyone had reached their limit, and it was time to take a break.

The elves never lack food and drink in the forest. Legend has it that they can even talk to trees. Grofindale smiled and said that those are rumors, and the elves only use experience. However, Zhao Mai was able to talk to trees, and soon discovered the surrounding situation and led everyone to a clearing of the forest.

He reached out to dig out the roots of a big tree, moved the soil out, and the spring water ran out from there. From turbid to clear, it took ten minutes. "Fill the kettle and sort out yourself by the way. Soon you will see one of the oldest species on the entire continent."

"Can you let the treemen come to see us? This is incredible." Grofindale said: "Although the treemen's awakening is behind the elves, they are always independent and self-organized before the dwarves, and do not form alliances with anyone, nor are they enemies with anyone. Even the elves can only talk to them and cannot give orders to them. If they were not curious, the treemen would not appear in front of us when they were still, just like big trees, and they could not distinguish them."

"Oh, they will listen to me because I use the language of tree people." Zhao Mai sat down after a big tree root system, pounded his thighs with his fists, and relaxed his muscles. "Okay, it's safe here. The Fargon Forest has its own domain, and the magic from the outside world cannot enter now, both Saruman and Zoro."

"So powerful? Then can't this place become 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 never only survivors, no survivors. Drink some water first, I think you are too tired. This way, there is no demeanor of the Lord of Golden Flower."

Grofindell smiled, reached out and stroked the scattered hair on his forehead back hard, pulled out a strap from somewhere, and then hung a strand from each temple, immediately regaining his handsome appearance. Zhao Mai shook his head: "It's easy to deal with a good appearance, but it's good to have a good foundation. How can I look like me?"

He patted his head and then turned back to the human form. "No longer an orc, no longer an elves, and of course he can't be considered a human. This is my true appearance."

Grofindale looked at Zhao Mai and frowned. His fingers were trembling slightly, and then slowly shook his head. "Maybe the smell of this forest is a bit weird. Why do I feel like I have seen your face somewhere? But if I think about it carefully, I can't remember it."

"You're face-blind, are you? Is it that human faces are very close to elves? Or is my face too popular?"

"No, it's not like that." Grofindale seemed to be unable to let go of this question. She sat opposite Zhao Mai, looked at him every once in a while, and then immersed in her memory of the past.

The elves went out in groups of three or three, without going far, and soon brought some food from the forest and shared it together. Nuts are the most popular things. Although they became a little shriveled after most of the winter, the strong fragrance was enough to relieve everyone's emotions. This fragrance also attracted two bold squirrels to lie on the branches and look down. The reserved grain drooled at the squirrel, but Zhao Mai did not agree to its hunting, so he could only think of a meat-eating drama in his mind.

When running, because their bodies reached their limits, everyone felt that every minute and every second were long. However, compared to the waiting now, that period of time seemed a little hurry. The elves were added up and seemed unable to adapt to the slowing rhythm for a while, but this rhythm was actually exactly what they were originally.

The elves can spend a whole day slowly tidy up the feathers on the arrows without feeling tired or bored at all. But now, in just one afternoon, they have completed at least four times of inspection and maintenance of all equipment, and they have begun to feel bored again. This state of restlessness is not conducive to the elves' recovery. After all, they still have many battles to participate in and many difficulties to overcome. Fortunately, they also discovered this and used soothing songs to cleanse the mind and send out anxiety and disarray. When the moon slowly rises to the top of their heads and the bright light illuminates the entire open space, the elves return to their natural state again.

Grofindale kept staring at Zhao Mai's face. He didn't feel embarrassed, but Zhao Mai couldn't bear it. "What the hell are you looking at? If you really saw this face, you should have remembered it now. And I'm sure that rescuing Frodo on the banks of Xiangshui River was our first encounter, and we've definitely never seen it before."

"Sorry, I may be a bit stubborn, but I always have a strange thought in my mind, thinking that something important is related to your appearance." Lord Jinhua sat upright and breathed a sigh of relief: "When will we see the tree man?"

"They have received the news and are rushing toward this side. Such a big guy can't get up in such a dense wood. I guess we will see them tomorrow at noon. However, according to the tradition of tree people, they are very slow to discuss things. It will take at least one week to reach a conclusion and then gather strength to launch an attack on Saruman."
Chapter completed!