Chapter 467 Visitor Sword Master Gandalf!

Chapter 467 Visitor—Sword Master Gandalf!

"Who is it? Who comes to me when they have nothing to do?" Roland twisted his neck in dissatisfaction and was speechless, but soon he turned off like a chicken whose neck was pinched.

"It...couldn't it be Dine?" Roland showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"..." Yun Feng glanced helplessly at Roland, who had a guilty conscience, and shook his head.

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"Fuck! Sword Master Gandao...ah no! Gray-robed wizard Gandalf!" Roland shouted subconsciously.

"King Roland...you don't seem to welcome me?" Gandalf's old face, which looked like dry tree bark, showed a hint of a bad smile.

"No, no, no! Of course you're welcome! I'm just a little surprised that you would come to visit me." Roland shook his head quickly.

"It seems that you have some opinions on my profession?" Gandalf stroked his beard and looked at Roland with a smile. Although Roland changed his mind very quickly, the keen Gandalf still noticed his thoughts.

"Uh..." Roland looked at Gandalf with some embarrassment. Although everyone on earth knew that Gandalf was a pure-blood melee mage and a Middle-earth swordsman, Roland couldn't tell Gandalf like this.

"I have no intention of raising an army to accuse him. King Roland, you don't have to worry too much." Gandalf noticed Roland's embarrassment and spoke to help Roland resolve the embarrassment. Otherwise, Roland would really have to kick out the two rooms and one living room.

"Thank you for your tolerance, Gandalf!" After the two parties sat down, Roland smiled and poured Gandalf a cup of black tea.

"Hmm! Rich black tea!" Gandalf immediately praised after taking a sip.

"I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Did you encounter any trouble when you came to see me this time?" Roland went straight to the topic without saying too much.

"What? Can't I come and see my old friend?" Gandalf looked at Roland with a smile.

"Haha, of course, but visiting old friends at this time is not a good choice!" Roland chuckled and pointed to the window.

"You are such a careful person! You are much better than many nobles who only know how to solve things with their fists!" Gandalf looked at Roland with admiration. After all, Roland could observe this carefully compared to many rough warriors. The king is much stronger!

"Hehe..." Roland smiled and thought to himself that he was not stupid. What did he have here that Gandalf should be worried about? Is it worth running over here to find yourself in the middle of winter? Could it be that there is an old friend of Gandalf in Swiftstream City? Obviously not! There is no other possibility than that Gandalf is in trouble.

Roland shook his head slightly. Gandalf actually compared those reckless men with himself? My idols are Li Lao Er and Zhu Lao Si! The two of them have reached the full level of the title "Emperor on Horseback", and Roland is now striving towards this goal. Roland sneered at Gandalf's suggestion that people use fists to solve problems. After all, why use fists when things can be covered by forbidden spells? How painful it is to use your hands to shut up the opponent with a sword!

"I want to go to Dol Guldur..." Gandalf said happily, but unfortunately Roland jumped up before he finished speaking.

"Yun Feng! See you off, give me a good send-off to Lord Gandalf! I'm sorry, Gandalf, but I have to excuse you beforehand!" Roland jumped up and was about to run away when he heard this.

The result... Well, Roland twitched his hand hard, and then he realized that this old man with a friendly smile actually had such magical power. The hand clamped his wrist like a pliers, preventing him from moving.

The corner of Roland's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to tell Gandalf that when he withdrew from the ranks of Tyrants (sixth level warriors), I strongly opposed it.

"Listen to me first, King Roland!" Gandalf said solemnly, holding Roland's hand.

"Okay, you tell me, I'm listening." Roland sat back helplessly.

"Darkness is eroding Middle-earth, and we cannot stand idly by! I think..." Gandalf organized his words.

"Yes, we can't just sit back and watch, right?" Roland said lightly mockingly.

"Oh! By the way, I forgot to tell you Gandalf. This year we organized a coalition to launch an expedition to Dol Guldur... The results are obvious!" Roland shrugged.

"Oh? What's the specific result?" Gandalf quickly came over to listen carefully.

"King Thranduil of the Woodland Elf, King Whitewing of Akvia, King Thorin of the Mountain, King Eovia of Thingri, King Bard of the Vale plus me, King Roland of Raglan! The six kingdoms have united. The army was defeated in Dol Guldur, and the Nazgul drove us out. Fortunately, we were not injured. Unfortunately, we will never be able to organize an expedition of this scale again." Roland looked at it seriously. A glance at Gandalf.

"..." Gandalf looked at Roland with questioning eyes, wanting to hear Roland's explanation.

"Eovia has taken the Singri elves into seclusion. Thranduil... Sigh! If you don't know what he looks like? That is to say, humans and dwarves are still trying to resist the penetration of darkness in the north. I ...It’s beyond my ability.” Roland said tiredly.

"The attack and defense of Dol Guldur completely destroyed the flesh and blood of the Thingri elves. They suffered heavy casualties, and even Eovia was severely damaged. Thranduil has been closing the kingdom to protect the people, and the dwarves also launched an attack in Moria not long ago. A big one, the remaining humans in the north..." At this point, Roland raised his head and glanced at Gandalf, and saw Gandalf's eyes full of solemnity and thought.

"I have had many dealings with the orcs from the south, the orcs from the west, the orcs from the north, and the chariot people from the east. We are all acquaintances!" Roland shook his head helplessly. How could he not be familiar with them? How many piles of ashes have been raised!

"And regarding Dol Guldur, I advise you not to think about infiltrating it again. The one who controls it now is not Azog, the cerebral palsy orc. The Ringwraiths have extremely powerful control over it. The darkness is entrenched deep in the fortress, and there is no one there. Can dispel it!" Roland's deep voice struck Gandalf's heart.

"Bah!" Gandalf subconsciously took out his pipe and smoked it. Through the smoke screen, he could see Gandalf's weather-beaten face filled with sadness.

"Maybe I can summon the wizards..." Gandalf still wanted to struggle.

"There are at least four Ringwraiths there! Our original sixth level was no less than them!" Roland finally added a heavy hammer, which hit Gandalf in a daze. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice that his pipe had fallen.

"Who can guarantee that there will be no reinforcements from other Ring Spirits? Moreover, the decaying figure of the Ring Spirit has also appeared in Gambada Fortress." Roland sighed.

"..." Gandalf was completely paralyzed now. Although he didn't want to admit every word Roland said, he couldn't deceive himself and could only silently accept the current situation of a puddle of mud in the north.

"Maybe we should do something?" Gandalf thoughtfully picked up the fallen pipe.