Elven Capital! The Perfect Harmony of Rivendell

This Elven king, who could stand toe-to-toe with the Dark Lord Sauron, might not have ranked as highly in authority as Zadkiel, Angel of Vengeance, or the demon archduke Mephisto, but in terms of actual strength, the gap might not have been so great!

The only reason his life-force pressure was so faint as to be nearly imperceptible was that this Elven king had already restrained it to the absolute limit!

Because Frodo, the bearer of the One Ring, was nothing more than an ordinary Hobbit!

Standing before this grand and magnificent hall, Wang Zhen and the others made no unusual moves. They calmly watched the Elven warriors carrying bows and wearing swords. Even when those warriors deliberately—or seemingly inadvertently—blocked their path, they made no unnecessary movements. Even Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry—the four kings of troublemaking and masters of trash talk—had been cowed into exceptional obedience by these ageless old veterans who had lived for who knew how many years.

That was right.

Though these Elven guards appeared elegant and handsome, Wang Zhen and the others saw without exception that they were mythical lifeforms. Moreover, the faint yet biting chill emanating from them sent a shiver through the Zhongzhou Team. Clearly, every one of these Elven guards was an elite veteran who had experienced countless battles. Their ageless appearances were highly deceptive, but every member of the Zhongzhou Team was likewise a mythical lifeform and had also fought through many battles. That was why they could keenly sense the murderous aura on these Elven guards. Even though ninety-nine percent of that aura had already dissipated, the tiny remnant that remained was still terrifying enough.

Just then, a majestic, elegant, noble voice echoed through the air. It was a language Wang Zhen and the others could not understand at all.