Journey of the Infinite Wizard

Morgoth is very good at intrigue and lies, and his lies are hard to guard against, allowing you to be in the game without knowing it. He is very clear about himself and cannot easily defeat the coalition forces like iron barrels. In the same way, it is not easy for the coalition forces to defeat him. At the very least, on a battlefield where Balrogs and evil dragons existed, it would be very difficult for the coalition forces to win. Although he almost failed several times, the final outcome still gave him a chance to breathe and reorganize his army.

He despised the overall view of humans and some elves. In fact, when the war ended briefly, he also quietly inquired about everything. The result he learned made him look down on some elves, humans and dwarves even more. He believes that this part of short-sighted people lost the best opportunity to defeat him in one fell swoop, but instead gave him another chance to regroup. As a result of several times, Morgoth laughed happily in the hall of Angband alone.

After spreading rumors among the coalition forces, he took advantage of the moonlight to quietly cross the defense line set up by the coalition forces and head south. His dark shadow wanders among elves, humans, and dwarves. His above-mentioned shady cover-up concealed the gazes of those who were deluded by him. He always knew what language to use to awaken the darkness and evil in the hearts of these creatures. He can always use the most insignificant and ingenious methods to achieve his goals.

His lies and his schemes spread rapidly among the elves. The method used is still the same, but Morgoth has the ability to use the most simple language and skills to convey the thoughts in his words to the hearts of the people he wants to convey. And, plant a dark and evil seed in their hearts, and wait for it to grow and ferment slowly.

And all of this, whether they are elves, humans or dwarves, they don't know anything about it, and they don't know that their seemingly unbreakable line of defense has actually been torn apart in the dark. The comrades who fought side by side began to distrust their close comrades-in-arms and partners. This kind of mistrust is natural. After the brewing and fermentation of lies, they are like sweet and refreshing grape wines, which gradually become more mellow with the passage of time. However, behind this mellow taste, there is a sweet and lethal poison hidden.

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Although in the north, a staggering number of multi-ethnic coalition forces are maintained in the Terror Mountains. Their existence provides a safe guarantee for the West and the homeland of all intelligent life. In particular, they defeated Morgoth's evil invasion several times, which made the existence of this army regarded by the people as a talisman and a patron saint. Among them, about the commander of this army, several elf kings, human heroes and dwarf lords, their deeds and lives are talked about by people. Their glorious deeds and heroic legends were sung everywhere by bards, and their figures and appearances were also recorded in the history books for future generations to admire and worship.

Therefore, what happened to the front line and what happened to the north, in fact, after the coalition forces won many victories, they were not paid attention to by the common people. They seem to be the same as usual, working from sunrise to sunset, unaffected by the war at all. In the same way, they didn't worry at all about the crisis that might arise from the northern war.

And in Doriath,

This beautiful land, a peaceful and peaceful country, remains unchanged from hundreds of years ago. Although there is the haze of war in the north, there is death. However, there is no denying that even in dark places, there is always light. In the same way, even in the land shrouded in the haze of death, there is still hope and light. In the long historical development of the elves for thousands of years, there is a story that will be talked about by the people of Middle Earth in the future. This story created a brand new race, half-elves! They are the hybrid descendants of humans and elves. After they grow up, they will face a choice. That is, should you choose to inherit the "mandate of destiny" that belongs to humans or choose to inherit the "mandate of destiny" that belongs to elves?

If a half-elf chooses to become a human after growing up, he will lose the eternal life of an elf. In the same way, if he chooses the fate of an elf, he will enjoy the immortal life of an elf, without being troubled by diseases or limited by his lifespan. The appearance of the half-elf will involve two extremely important characters, who are the protagonists in the story. Their love story is embraced by the people of Middle Earth. At the same time, it is also considered by the elves to be the most beautiful story. It is undoubtedly the love story between Beren and Lucien.

Beren is an Edenian of the Beor family. He is the son of Belemir of the Beor family and Adaniel of the Marihe family. And Lucien is the daughter of Elu Singol and Maier Melian. Her appearance is rare in the world, and she is unparalleled among the children of Iluvita. Beren came unwittingly into the realm of Doriath, the forest of Neldoreth. He wandered in this forest, and thus met Lucien.

The first time he saw Lucien, he was fascinated by her. In the bright moon that was born in the evening, the peerless Lucien danced by a river. Her dancing posture was so holy and beautiful. Accompanied by the bright white moonlight, Lucien danced happily. And Beren was fascinated by watching Lucien's wonderful dancing posture like that, and Lucien didn't realize that someone was peeping at her. In Lucien's beautiful dance, Beren forgot everything and all the unhappiness, just like when Elu Thingol fell under Melian's spell, he just stared blankly at the scene. Dancing in the moonlight. Her blue dress was like a cloudless sky, and her gray eyes were like a sky of evening stars; her cloak was embroidered with golden flowers, and her hair was as black as shadows in the evening. Her glory and beauty are like the light on the leaves, like the babbling stream, like the stars twinkling above this blurred world; her face has a shining light.

But she disappeared from his eyes, and he was like a man under a spell, who wanted to call but couldn't make a sound; he wandered in the forest for a long time, looking for her like a vigilant wild animal. Because he didn't know her name, he could only call her "Tinuviel" in the gray elf language in his heart, the nightingale, the daughter of the twilight. His distant glance, the image of her like leaves blowing in the autumn wind and cold stars shining on the top of the mountain in winter night, has made him dream and never forget.