Elven King’s Inheritance

Wesley had no intention of confronting the will of Middle-earth. He would be at a disadvantage. Moreover, the other party had gathered the power of a world. Wesley did not know if he could win. It would be better to fulfill the other party's conditions. It might save more effort, but he did not know how long it would take.

"So, what kind of help can you give me?" Wesley asked.

"It's not a help. It's a gift for outsiders," said the will of Middle-earth. Then several things floated toward him. Wesley saw them very clearly. A Western-style sword, a longbow, a suit of armor, and a book.

In response, Wesley looked at him quizzically. "What are these?"

"This is the relic of the first Elven King. The lifespan of the Elves is long, but they will still reach the end. The first Elven King can actually enter this jungle, so I allowed him to rest here. These are the things he brought. Now I give them to you. I hope you can make good use of them. And your current attire does not match the civilization of Middle-earth."

"A relic of the Elf King?" Wesley looked at it in surprise, then reached out and put everything into his body space one by one. The will of Middle Earth was not surprised by his methods.

Wesley put it away, and then the armor appeared on his body. The elves were all very tall, but they were indeed a little slender. Wesley was very suitable for their armor. The golden armor seemed to be made of leaves, which matched the characteristics of the elves. Each leaf had some small patterns that looked like vines. The armor was very finely made.

The long sword belonged to a two-handed sword, and there were several large gems on the hilt. There was energy flowing on it, and although it was weak, it showed that it was a sword with magic. Although it was a two-handed sword, Wesley had no problem wielding it with one hand. He waved it and then hung the sword on his left waist. Longbows, the longbows of the elves, were really long. They were basically as tall as people. It was almost impossible to pull them completely out, because the arms were not that long, and the longbows were not designed to pull the full moon.

The bow seemed to be metal, but it also seemed to be a tree. It was difficult to tell with the naked eye. Wesley looked at the will of Middle-earth and asked, "No arrows?"

"Of course there are. They are in your hands, and that book is what you need. But you need to learn the language of the elves first. Now you can leave. I can't give you any more help. Of course, you can ride a good horse."

This was a show-off. Wesley looked behind him and saw a black stallion with fur the color of satin. All the harnesses were in place and there was no plant pattern on them. They might have been left by the Elven King, too.

Wesley wondered why the Elven King had come here. Perhaps the will of Middle-earth had brought him here. He mounted the horse, which was very tall. After Wesley mounted it, the horse stood up on its hind legs, neighed, and rushed straight into the woods.

After Wesley left, the little squirrel who led the way ran to the side of the will of Middle-earth and looked at it with his big eyes. "You want to ask me why I gave him my things, right? Hehe… I need his help. The price to become the will of the world is too heavy. I don't care if it's good or evil. I can only watch. But he's different. He can feel the huge power in him, but he's controlled it well. He's not lost to the power. While helping me, he's helping himself."

It turned out that the will of this world was the first Elven King, and he finally gave away all his things, and his bond with the elves was over.

Wesley was on horseback, but he did not control the horse. Instead, he let it move forward on its own. This was the only way out of the forest, Wesley knew very well. Sure enough, after only an hour or so, the road ahead suddenly brightened. The horse walked directly out of the forest, and there was an open grassland outside. Wesley did not have a map, and he wanted it, but the other party could no longer give him any help, so he kept his mouth shut.

Pulling on the horse's reins, Wesley began to steer the horse forward, speeding in the opposite direction from the woods. He didn't know exactly where it would go, but it didn't matter.

As night fell, Wesley listened. He was still on the prairie, and now he and the horse needed to rest. But the horses here were very good, and there was no problem after running for so long. Through the apple, Wesley let the horse find its own food and drink and water, and he began to set up camp.

A tent was propped up. Wesley took out some canned food and ate it. Then, he thought about what he should do.

"Does the Ring do anything for me?" Wesley asked Apple.

"I'm not sure, but if it's just to tempt people, then it won't be of much use to you. Its magic can't break through the energy of the space gem, and its spiritual function can't break through my defense. In that case, the Ring shouldn't be a problem for you."

"Then I'll just take the ring and put it in my internal space. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

"The problem is how you get the ring. We don't know where the time point in this world is yet. You better hope it's time to protect the ring now."

"That's right, I overlooked the problem of time. If it's an unexpected trip by the Hobbit, then the time is troublesome. I don't know how the time of the two universes is calculated. What a troublesome thing. I don't know where I am." Wesley stayed overnight on the prairie, or it was the prairie. Then he set off again early the next morning.

Wesley rode across the prairie. "If we go by common sense on earth, we're going south, right?" Wesley asked Apple.

"Yes, we are indeed heading south, but the details are not clear. We can only judge by the east and west of the sun," said Apple.

Wesley asked no more questions and rode on. The grass on the ground began to turn yellow and the surroundings became desolate. Wesley was a little worried. Would he come directly to Mordor?

"Can we just flatten Mordor?" Wesley suddenly asked.

"I can only say that you're thinking too much. Let's figure out the power system of this world first," Apple said disdainfully. Wesley thought about it, and it made sense. Now he really has no power to use except to use his own strength to wield the sword and chop. He liked that long bow, but now he doesn't know how to make a bow.