Start with the Eye of Sauron

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated into the dilapidated wooden house and shone on the desk in front of him, Lin Hai stopped the white feather pen that was constantly moving in his hand, and gently blew out the candle in front of him.

The half-written parchment was filled with beautiful cursive English. Looking at the beautiful white feather pen in his hand, Lin Hai was a little at a loss.

Suddenly, a large number of pictures emerged in his mind, making Lin Hai's consciousness trance.

"I crossed?"

After a while, he looked seriously at his body and the scene in front of him.

Squeezing his hand, he felt a clear pain. After confirming that he was not dreaming, Lin Hai began to accept everything in front of him.

"Soros, that's a pretty good name."

After waking up, Lin Hai quickly substituted himself into the present world. The owner of this body, like him, just turned eighteen today.

Looking at everything around him, Lin Hai slowly put down the white feather pen in his hand and stood up. This is a small but neatly arranged wooden house. The big table in front of him is full of various books. The size of the book, without thinking about it, has a heavy weight.

In the original world, life was repeated every day, and there was no fun at all. Now I have obtained a completely different way of life, but I should cherish it and live out some different meanings.

"From now on, I will be Soros. The name Lin Hai must be regarded as a secret hidden in the bottom of my heart."

Soros closed his eyes, carefully reading the different life of the owner of this body.

Soros' mother died of dystocia, and his father was his only relative. When Soros was a child, his father suppressed his restless temper and took Soros up by doing odd jobs.

Soros's father was a bard. Every night, his father would tell Soros some weird stories. He had traveled all over the world, and he had already measured the bizarre Middle-earth with his feet once.

At home, after dinner every night, the entire map drawn by my father stroke by stroke completely included the entire Middle-earth world.

Soros yearned for the outside world very much. His father told him that when he became an adult, he would travel around by himself and go to every land in Middle-earth. That vast continent would tell him many stories.

"A dwarf who loves money like his life, with a hot temper. A high-ranking, unstained elf. A human race who intrigues and oppresses the people. None of them are good things!"

On this continent, people spread word of mouth that the far east is the birthplace of evil, and all living beings in the west are noble and pure.But in his father's story, Soros heard a different version.The land in the east is nothing more than a piece of black land where not a single blade of grass grows, and at the end of the land, there is a huge and incomparably black volcano.

"What kind of evil thing can be born from that active volcano that is constantly spewing hot gas? In order to protect their own interests, the rulers publicize the correctness of their rule, and use those old excuses to oppress the ignorant people."

Every time he got drunk, his father would yell at those fat, flaunting rulers.

Soros understood what his father said very well. He was born in a remote town, and the mayor here was not very enthusiastic about the residents in the town.

"They always proclaim the horror of creatures hiding in the dark, but they don't know that the damage they have caused to civilians is countless times more than those so-called creatures in the dark."

When Soros was 12 years old, his father left his hometown again and started wandering. Soros lived with kind and honest neighbors, and slowly grew into a handsome boy.

At the age of 16, Soros' father came back, and soon after he got home, he fell ill.He suffered from severe rheumatism after years of eating and sleeping in the open.When Soros was not yet 17 years old, his father left him forever. . .

Some bitter growth experiences made this young man very mature. His hands have already become very rough due to frequent doing all kinds of rough work. On his well-proportioned body, the beautiful muscle lines highlight the hard muscles.

"Looking in the mirror, if I can travel back with such a body, it will really fascinate many girls."

In front of an ancient mirror, Soros stroked the strange face and patted various parts of his body. This feeling of vitality all over the body is the vitality that a young man should have.

Walking to the wooden window and gently opening the window, Soros breathed in the fresh air to his heart's content. Today he is an adult, although there is no one to accompany him to spend this meaningful day, but this does not hinder He himself celebrated everything in front of him.

"Congratulations to Soros. On the day of my birthday, I actually time-traveled. Those who time-traveled will become dragons and phoenixes. Presumably I, Soros, will soon usher in a wonderful life!"

With the cool breeze blowing, Soros came to the big table, pulled out the chair and sat down. Relying on the memory he had just acquired, he picked up a wooden box that was pressed on the bottom of the desk, and opened it directly. .

Huge sheets of parchment were rolled up and tied with purple ribbons, and placed in this wooden box.Taking out the piece of paper, Soros carefully spread it out on the table, and the map of Middle-earth came into his eyes.

"Cruel half-orcs, tall and thin elves, violent and drunken dwarves, treants who can wake up at any time..."

Soros looked at the map in front of him with a look of fanaticism. He had watched the Lord of the Rings movie, and those shocking scenes began to echo in his mind.

Putting his finger on the map, Soros began to mutter.

"Modo, Gondor, and the Dwarf Mountains, what period is it now?"

"Should I learn from Bieber Baggins and run out to travel the continent now, or do I say that Gandalf will come to me later, and then I will start an exciting journey?"

"This is really the best coming-of-age ceremony!"

Looking at the parchment map in front of him, Soros jumped up and down the room happily.

Suddenly there was a murmur from beside him, Soros stopped beating, frowned and listened carefully.

The weird sound seemed to have a breathtaking effect. Just after listening carefully, Soros felt dizzy for a while, and goose bumps covered his whole body.

Turning around, a huge orange eyeball was staring at Soros. . .