"At this Narya, it has taught Frodo and these."
Watching Lúsin jump closer and closer, George's throat moved slightly.
It's definitely Narya who came up with the idea. Otherwise, Lúsin's personality would not be able to achieve this level.
Careful observation reveals that although Lúsin is still dancing, his face has turned bright red and his heartbeat is surprisingly fast.
However, it's precisely because of this that he looks even more attractive.
"I'm not Liu Xiaohui, what's there to say at this point!"
George noticed that Lúsin's dancing movements were significantly distorted as he was about to approach him, as if hesitating and wanting to retreat. George grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.
"I've already warned you during the day. Since you've made up your mind, I won't be polite."
"Jojo. George, I feel like I haven't yet."
Hugged tightly by George, Lúsin felt her heartbeats almost jumping out of her chest. She suddenly wanted to get away from there as soon as possible.
In fact, when Narya gave her that idea during the day, she impulsively agreed without thinking.
It wasn't until now that she realized that things were not as simple as Narya had described.
Just the embrace of each other had begun to feel uncomfortable. If it continued as Narya said, she felt that she would probably explode.
"Now that you want to back out, it's too late."
Dropping his head, George forcefully kissed her, silencing Lúsin's words. With a gentle step, he had already led Lúsin back to his own tent.
Then followed:
"In the gauzy tent, spring is full."
"Forever on the love pillow."
"Cloud and rain mountain dreams."
"Drunk in the land of tenderness, longing to linger."
For George, reminding Lúsin during the day was just to make sure that Lúsin did not make a decision about love under unclear circumstances.
However, this does not mean that he does not want to go to the mountains with a top beauty.
Love comes in many forms: there's love at first sight, love that grows over time, and even love that grows out of a longer-term friendship.
"What a satisfying night!"
As the moon set and the sun rose, George emerged from his tent, releasing a rare sigh.
Sometimes, in life, one needs some physical satisfaction as a complement to spiritual cultivation.
During the day, the army continued to move forward, and George usually closed his eyes to study magic. As for him, the slight physical exhaustion from last night's battle was negligible.
Lúsin, on the other hand, was weakly lying on the reindeer.
She was looking at the new book George had given her, a translated version of "The Golden Lotus" set in Middle-earth, while chatting with Narya in a desultory manner.
"How was the battle last night?"
Narya, with a face full of gossip, huddled up next to Lúsin.
Last night, she had stayed outside the small grove and hadn't heard any movement inside. Unable to resist, she sneaked in to take a peek, only to find that neither George nor Lúsin were there.
Returning to her tent in the camp, Lúsin found no one.
Going to George's tent, she found that a barrier had been cast on the door of George's tent, and she couldn't get in.
So she wasn't clear on whether anything had happened last night.
"I'm so sore and tired all over, I don't want to talk."
Lúsin blushed and evaded the topic. She didn't want to tell Narya all the details of what happened last night, it was just too embarrassing.
Compared to her experiences from last night, what Narya had said was child's play.
"Lúsin, how is your throat?"
Narya blinked, already understanding.
Lúsin couldn't help but roll her eyes:
"If it were you, you would also be hoarse."
Reaching out, she slowly began to cast a healing spell taught by George, placing it gently on her throat. Soon, her voice returned to normal.
"What are you reading?"
Later, Narya was attracted to the book in Lúsin's hand, and Lúsin quickly closed it and hid it in her chest.
"It's nothing. It's the kind of book you hate the most."
"It's like the 'Dream of the Red Chamber', it's boring. I still prefer 'The Three Kingdoms' and 'Water Margin'."
Upon hearing this, Narya immediately lost interest in the book in Lúsin's hand.
She disliked those books about romance, jealousy, and backstabbing, like "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "Empress Xuan" which are most boring to watch.
She likes books about fighting and unifying the world, after all, she is a female elf destined to be the highest king's.
"Yes, it's the same type as 'Dream of the Red Chamber'."
Lúsin's eyes flickered, it indeed counted as a type, only this one was more thrilling.
An hour later, Narya noticed something was amiss.
She found Lúsin lying down on the reindeer, reading a book, and as she read, she suddenly breathed heavily and her face turned red.
"Is it that interesting? Let me take a look."
Taking advantage of Lúsin's deep immersion in the book, she snatched it away with lightning speed and then casually began to read it.
"Xīmén Qǐng slept for two hours and opened his eyes, seeing the woman hanging on the grape arbor, his two white things once again rose."
Narya read on, becoming increasingly uneasy, until she slammed the book shut, staring incredulously at Lúsin.
The expression on her face seemed to say, "Auntie, I didn't expect you to be such an elf."
Lúsin quickly grabbed the book and frantically explained:
"It's not what you think. This book is very profound, with many issues about human nature worth pondering, and the details of human life depicted in it are also quite interesting."
"Is that so?"
Narya's face was full of doubt, as if to say that I read little and don't deceive me.
What she had just read was not what she had seen.
To be honest, it is quite interesting.
"Alright, let me see it tonight and see if it's like you said."
The next night, George silently appeared in Lúsin's tent.
"I feel like my body hasn't fully recovered, can we..."
"It's okay, it's Double-Save Hand!"
On the third day, as soon as dawn broke, the camp rang out with an emergency call to assemble and prepare for departure.
"What's happening?"
"What's going on?" asked Angrod and Egnor, the two princes, hurrying to ask Finwiel Cireth, who was issuing orders.
George, Lúsin, and Narya with dark circles under their eyes, as well as others, also left their tents to hurry over.
Finwiel spoke seriously:
"There's a problem. Spies have reported that Gorgoroth has again attacked Himring in the early morning, and Himring is on the verge of being broken!"
"How can that be!"
Except for George, everyone's faces showed an expression of disbelief.
It's only been less than three days, even if Gorgoroth doesn't care about casualties and rest, and constantly attacks Himring day and night without pause, it's not possible to break Himring so quickly.
"The army that Gorgoroth led this time includes not only the fire demon troops and orc troops, but also a large number of dragons.
The leader of these dragons calls himself Ankaragon, which is larger than Glaurung. He also has wings to fly and the fire he shoots is extremely powerful.
The dragon army under his command is coordinating with Gorgoroth in the air to launch attacks, and Himring is unable to resist!
