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Chapter 214 Love, from beginning to end!

Edoras.

The capital of Rohan is extraordinarily noisy, lively, and busy today.

Not long ago, the news from the Golden Palace was to better protect the people and better fight against the coming war.

His Majesty King Theoden has announced that all the inhabitants of Edoras will be transferred to Helm's Deep.

Departure time is tomorrow morning.

One and a half days and one night to clean up time, although very hasty, but this kind of critical time can no longer be taken care of so much.

After all, life is the most important thing.

"Helm's Deep!"

"He thinks only of Helm's Deep!"

"At a time like this, it's time to hit Saruman's minions head-on, instead of hiding in the mountains."

"The king is unwilling to fight, who else does he want to count on to protect them?"

At the gate of the Golden Palace, Gandalf in a white robe strode out angrily, his tone of anger continued.

Morgan, Legolas, and Gimli followed behind Gandalf.

Naturally, it is not easy for them to intervene in such a major matter that concerns the fate of the entire Rohan Kingdom.

Legolas and Jinli were not qualified to open their mouths to participate in such things.

But with Morgan's race and identity, he is qualified to speak.

It's useless even if you open your mouth.

Because Theoden has made up his mind not to directly confront Saruman's attack, but to move to Helm Deep Valley for refuge.

Morgan saw this clearly, so he didn't speak out from the beginning to the end.

And the same is true for Éowyn's older brother, "Marshal of the Hussars" Éomer.

He and Gandalf share the same opinion at first.

However, because of the king's insistence, he could only and must obey Theoden's orders.

Morgan and Eomer could see what Theoden was up to.

Presumably Gandalf could too.

It's just that he was unwilling to give up, so he persisted.

It is likely that Theoden has made a decision since the first day he woke up, heard the news from Gandalf, and heard the news from Éomer.

But Gandalf had a deep friendship with him, so he was willing to listen to Gandalf's persuasion for several days.

Of course, it is possible that Theoden may have made a similar decision at the beginning, but it was not confirmed, and it may not be confirmed until today.

In short, everyone thinks differently and thinks differently.

It can't be just a matter of simple right and wrong.

Just like Morgan.

If he were Theoden, he would probably choose to retreat to Helm's Deep.

Because at this time Rohan is really too difficult.

"He is also thinking about his own people as much as possible. After all, Helm's Deep Valley once saved Rohan in the most difficult time. They regard it as Rohan's last castle."

Quickly following Gandalf into the stable, Morgan took Gandalf's words and said.

He has been in this world for a long time, and he knows many great events that have happened in the past.

"However, there is no way out in Helm's Deep Valley. Once trapped, there is no way out but a deadly battle. This may have hit Saruman's mind."

Gandalf turned his head to look at Morgan and said in a deep voice, "Theoden thought going there would ensure the safety of the people."

"But I worry that it's more likely to turn into a massacre."

"Although Theoden is determined, I am still worried about Rohan's survival."

Standing in front of a stable, Gandalf looked at Morgan in front of him with a heavy expression and said, "I'm going out for a while, you must stay."

"Theoden needs your help, and the people of Rohan need you, Morgan."

"Just like in Long Lake Town and Lonely Mountain back then, Bard needed you, and Sorin Oakenshield needed you too."

"Helm's Ravine must be defended!"

Gandalf looked at Morgan's extremely heavy eyes.

"I will definitely keep it."

Morgan nodded earnestly. He knew better than anyone else the serious consequences of the fall of Rohan once Helm's Deep was captured.

Seeing his old friend's expression, Gandalf forced a smile, turned and walked into the stable.

Inside the stable was a tall, robust white horse covered in snow-white hair without any mottled hair.

The name of this white horse is "Jieying". It is currently the best horse in the Kingdom of Rohan, and it is also known as the "King of Horses".

It was Gandalf who came to Rohan last time to persuade Theoden and warn Saruman of the threat, but Theoden refused to listen to the advice and drove Gandalf away.

Before leaving, he asked Gandalf to choose a horse to leave. Unexpectedly, Gandalf tamed the best horse.

The horse also returned to Edoras under the call of Gandalf the day after Morgan's four-person team arrived in Edoras.

Turning over and sitting on the saddleless harness, with the smooth shadow on his back, Gandalf felt a little emotional for a moment: "I have been walking on this land for 3000 years, but I have never felt that time is so urgent."

Morgan smiled and opened the stable gate, and Gandalf rode forward and looked at Morgan: "I will return when the dawn appears in five days' time."

"At dawn, watch out for the east!"

"I will."

Morgan nodded, then stepped aside.

next second.

Gandalf rushed out of the great stable on the swift shadow like the wind.

For Morgan and Legolas, the dwarf Gimli was three to stay, and Theoden was a hundred to agree.

Although this was also his invitation, not so long ago.

He also invited Gandalf, but Gandalf obviously had more important things to do.

Rohan is a nomadic kingdom on the plains.

For nomads, horses are their most important companions.

that's the truth.

Edoras' stable was the largest and best cared for Morgan had seen in years.

The large stables in front of you are filled with horses from the royal family of Rohan.

Ordinary families or hussars warriors take their horses with them and keep them in their own stables.

"The Majesty asked us to choose a horse each. What horse should I choose?"

Jinli looked at the tall horses in the stables with great interest.

"Jinli, I think you should choose a pony, the kind that suits you better."

Hearing Gimli's words, Morgan withdrew Gandalf's distant gaze, looked at Gimli who was carefully observing a tall horse not far away, and said with a smile.

"I think Morgan is right. You won't have to work hard on that kind of horse."

Legolas said with a smile.

A few days ago, why he shared a ride with Jinli was because Jinli was too short to reach.

Jinli couldn't hear such words, and immediately dissatisfied: "Hmph, don't underestimate dwarves."

"What horse did you choose?"

At this time, a voice sounded from behind Morgan.

He turned his head and saw Eowyn in a tight blue dress walking towards him.

"Not yet, do you recommend one?"

Morgan looked at Éowyn and smiled.

In the past few days, after getting to know each other, he and Eowyn are considered to be familiar with each other.

"Then... this one."

Eowyn didn't refuse either, and glanced at the entire stable, and quickly walked to a stable, pointing to a tall, strong black horse with a sleek coat, turning her head and looking at Morgan.

Morgan followed and his eyes lit up when he saw the black horse.

He was tall, powerful and slender, with smooth black hair. At this moment, he knew that he was a good horse at a glance.

What is especially rare is that there is actually a handful of lightning-like white hairs on the forehead of this jet-black horse.

"It has no owner?"

Looking back from the black horse, Morgan looked at Éowyn beside him and asked.

How could a horse with such an outstanding appearance and figure go unnoticed by others, especially Rohan, who was proficient in the art of horse riding.

"It used to be there, but it's gone now."

Listening to Morgan asking about this, Eowyn seemed to remember something and said softly, "It was originally prepared for Siojed."

Now that Xiojiede is dead, the horse naturally has no owner.

As soon as Eowyn opened her mouth, Morgan came to her senses and stopped mentioning the matter, but asked, "What's it called?"

"I don't have a name yet, I haven't had time to get it"

"It's yours now, and it's up to you, Morgan, to take the name."

Eowyn smiled and opened the door to the stable, and stretched out her hand as an invitation gesture.

Morgan is also welcome, the importance of horses in this world is unquestionable, not to mention that he really liked this horse at a glance.

Walking into the stable, seeing Morgan approaching, the black horse immediately paced unhappily and snorted.

Seeing the lack of cooperation of the black horse in front of him, Morgan was a little surprised. Now that many animals are afraid of him, this horse is rare in the past few years and he is not afraid of him.

Éowyn watched Morgan approaching the black horse, and there seemed to be some expectation in her eyes.

But next second.

When Morgan reached out and touched the black horse's neck and cheeks.

The black horse immediately calmed down, letting Morgan caress him like a docile cat.

"what"

Eowyn looked at Morgan in surprise, she knew that although the horse was good, it was also very irritable, and it made Xiojie who tamed it suffer a lot.

"how did you do that?"

Éowyn looked at Morgan in surprise.

"that's it."

Morgan turned his head, stroked the long face of the black horse and said casually.

Originally, in the eyes of Eowyn, the dark horse with a very violent temper, which most people would never even want to touch, is very well-behaved and quiet under Morgan's hands.

But she seemed to see that the dark horse in front of her seemed a little afraid of Morgan.

But how is this possible?

Then, what surprised her even more.

She heard Morgan actually named the dark horse: "Carrot!"

"radish."

Essinger.

The upper level of Orthanc Tower.

Saruman, who was dressed in a white robe, sat on the stone seat with an unhappy face.

"Gandalf the White"

"Gandalf the idiot is right."

Recalling the scene he saw with the eyes of Rohan Theoden, Saruman stood up, his face somber, and he muttered to himself.

"Do you think that you have received divine favor and wanted to compare me with new clothes?"

"Don't even think about it"

Although he didn't care about it, he saw Gandalf in a white robe.

Saruman really felt the crisis.

But at the moment when he decided to fall to Sauron and try to rule the whole world by fighting for the Supreme Lord of the Rings, he had a similar realization.

Just didn't expect it to be so fast.

I didn't expect Gandalf to be promoted to the white robe so quickly.

Saruman frowned thoughtfully.

"The wizard is accompanied by three people."

At this moment, a voice came from the direction of the main hall entrance.

A figure in a black robe, pale and bloodless, with one leg sloping walked into the hall.

The one who came was naturally Grima.

A few days ago, Grima, the former chief adviser of Rohan, came to Isengard from Edoras of Rohan under the sword of Theoden.

"A human, an elf, and a dwarf."

Grima approached Saruman as he spoke.

But before he finished speaking, Saruman sniffed suddenly, cast a glance at Grima who was walking beside him, and interrupted with obvious dislike: "You smell like a horse."

The voice fell.

Grima immediately froze in embarrassment.

Neither is it to keep talking, nor is it to keep going.

Saruman reappeared and sat back on the huge stone seat.

Grima also recovered from the embarrassment, looked at Saruman who was thinking alone and said, "Theoden will definitely not stay in Edoras for too long."

"He knew it couldn't be defended there, and he knew we were going to attack aggressively."

"I guess. Theoden will probably retreat to Helm's Deep."

"It is the last and strong castle of Rohan. He has mentioned it to me more than once."

"However, their journey into the mountain is not easy, it is still far away, and with a large number of men, women, children, women and children, they must move slowly."

"Maybe we can do something."

Grima kept talking to himself.

Finally, Saruman who was sitting on the stone seat stood up slowly.

Eastern Rohan.

Near the northern edge of Gondor.

On the vast and boundless vast wilderness.

One man and one horse were running towards Edoras, the capital of Rohan.

Morning in Edoras.

It was just getting brighter.

The whole city is already busy.

as nomads.

The people of Rohan are no strangers to migration.

With yesterday's king's order.

Under the guidance, all the residents of Edoras went out of the city in an orderly manner.

When the light group in the eastern sky rises.

The first rays of warm sunlight hit the earth.

The thick wooden gates of Edoras were locked.

Following the last soldier, he followed the continuous huge team and moved forward.

The migration and refuge of the Kingdom of Rohan began.

Accompanied by the entire population of Edoras.

The migration journey is clearly never boring.

In the middle of the long line is the throne.

King Theoden, Éowyn, Morgan Legolas, and the dwarf Gimli were walking together, while Éomer led the hussars to walk on both sides of the huge migration team.

At this moment, Legolas was chatting with Gimli on the tall horse.

In front of the two of them.

Morgan was riding a dark radish and Eowyn was also walking together and talking while walking.

"Morgan, I heard from my uncle that you are a dragon slayer?"

Éowyn suddenly turned her head, looked at Morgan and asked.

"What, isn't it?"

Morgan looked at Éowyn who was watching and said casually.

"of course not"

"It's just that the most widely circulated one I have checked is that the evil dragon named Smaug in the north was killed by two dragon slaying warriors in Changhu Town."

"One of them is Morgan"

Eowyn continued.

Morgan nodded: "That's right."

Eowyn tentatively asked, "Is "Morgan" the same name as you?"

Morgan smiled: "Not only the names are the same, but the people are also the same."

Morgan laughed, but Éowyn couldn't.

She looked at Morgan in a daze, and after observing Morgan carefully and repeatedly, she said in disbelief: "That dragon died 60 years ago, so you are at least 60 years old?"

"No, seventy. Eighty years old?"

Morgan chuckled and nodded: "I am 89 years old."

The voice fell.

Eowyn's complexion darkened: "Are you from Dúnedain?"

"The descendants of the Númenoreans have a lifespan far beyond ordinary people, I have heard."

Morgan shook his head: "No, actually I don't know what I am now."

At this time.

"Hoohoo."

A cold wind blows.

Both fell silent.

(End of this chapter)