How to break into a ring

In the dark and dense forest, along the black swift stream surrounded by cypress trees, an ugly half-orc poked its head out of the bushes. It carefully stepped on the slippery water bank, and lowered its head to cover its footprints with bushes.

This black stream flows into the Jungle River next to the underground palace of the Elf King. A solid stone bridge spans both sides of the stream. This is the most famous stream in Mirkwood. The black water has magic power. If you accidentally drink the stream water, you will die Will sleep soundly.Miraculously, when it flows into the jungle river, there is no such effect.

The half-orc hadn't climbed under the bridge when a bowstring sounded, and a sharp arrow pierced the half-orc's head fiercely. Before it could even let out a wail, it fell into the rushing water.

In the direction of the arrow, a wood elf hid back in the dense canopy of the cypress tree.

At this moment—"Bang!" The tree trunk was slammed, and the wood elf leaped forward to the ground.

A sleigh slowly slid down from the tree trunk, and more than a dozen rabbits squatted by the root of the tree, their long ears drooping, and their heads against a little old man in a brown robe lying on the ground.

The pointed hat was just on Redagast's face, one foot was stuck in the gap of the sleigh, the staff flew out of his hand, and was thrown far away on the grass.

"..."

The wood elf tentatively poked the brown-robed wizard with his bow.

Poor Redagast didn't respond, the wood elf could only look up and ask, "What should I do?"

The leaves were rustling, and seven or eight elves appeared on the surrounding trees one after another. The gray-green cloaks they wore covered the faint radiance that emanated from their bodies.

"Wait!" The elves retreated to the tree and rummaged for a while.

Then a fluffy black ball was thrown from the tree.

The black squirrel innocently dragged out of its nest in the tree hole squeaked in panic. The wood elf under the tree reached out to catch it, and took the squirrel by the fur from the nape of its neck and placed it on the brown-robed wizard.

The black squirrel quickly wrapped itself with its tail, its dark eyes met a dozen rabbits pulling the sleigh, and then turned its head to look at the wood elf squatting beside it.

Finally the squirrel got up and started jumping on Redagast's belly.

The rabbits pulling the sled cart pushed the brown-robed wizard with their front paws, trying to wake Redagast up. Gradually, their eyes followed the bouncing squirrel, and they raised their heads up and down.

"Crack!" The black squirrel didn't find a stable landing point this time, and the black squirrel fell headfirst onto the pointed hat, crushing the hat completely.

The brown-robed wizard who had his face smashed finally came to his senses. He hurriedly lifted his hat, rubbed the bridge of his nose, looked down at the black squirrel with a big tail, and immediately picked it up with a smile: "Ah, thank you, little guy!"

Redagast picked up the staff, put on his hat again, looked awkwardly at the group of wood elves watching the fun up and down the tree, and coughed dryly: "I'm going too fast, I'm not careful... Oh, I want to see you King Thranduil! I have a very important message. I came from Isengard. The journey is really long. You know, it takes you to cross the entire Rohan Kingdom, cross the Anduin River, and enter Romania. An Huangyuan..."

"Okay, please follow me!" The wood elf hurriedly interrupted the wizard's thoughts.

As a result, he had just turned around when he heard a splash behind him.

. . . because Redagast forgot that his foot was still stuck in the sleigh.

So Thranduil finally saw the brown-robed wizard covered in dust, with leaves on his shoulders, a squirrel squatting on his hat, and a dozen rabbits behind him, appearing in front of him mightily.

"..."

Sitting next to the throne, Elrond couldn't help raising his hand. There were many patterns of holly leaves on his silver robe, and the pearly light on the dome of the palace reflected the dark lines of his clothes.The elf's robes had wide cuffs, and Elrond used this gesture to hint at the wizard with his eyes.

The brown-robed wizard pointed to his nose confusedly, obviously not understanding.

Thranduil squinted at Elrond, who immediately put his hand on his forehead, as if thinking seriously.

"It seems that these are gifts you brought me?" Thranduil leaned on the throne and looked at the rabbits and squirrels, and said casually, "However, you have caused a lot of trouble for my palace guards. "

The brown-robed wizard immediately stressed nervously with his staff: "Wait, I didn't break the cypress tree in front of the palace! I just knocked off three pieces of bark!!"

"...I haven't heard about this yet." The Elf King looked at the ground stepped on by Redagast, and tilted his head slightly, "You start from the gate and walk in front of me, all the way is these little people. The guy's footprints, mud, and hair. If you don't have gems to pay, just wipe the floor for me before you go! Well, now I want to know what kind of bad news you bring from Essinger."

"...Actually, I think my current situation is the worst!" Redagast twisted his nose and said to himself.

Isinger is the place where Saruman, the white-robed wizard who is the chairman of the Holy White Council, lives. At the same time, Saruman is also the most powerful wizard among Middle-earth wizards, but sometimes his decisions cannot be unanimously approved.

Elrond stood up and walked down the steps slowly, with a heavy tone:

"Sauron has disappeared from Dol Guldur in the south of the forest, and the Ringwraiths have disappeared. All the half-orcs have left the forest and appeared on the Romanian Wasteland in batches... The chariot people of Eastern Loen and the Virians began to Migrating to Mordor, apart from elves, who in Middle-earth is prepared for an all-out war, dwarves? Humans?"

"Things aren't that bad yet!"

The brown-robed wizard said hastily: "It was Saruman who asked me to bring the news that the Lord of the Rings that the hobbit got is not real!"

"what?"

As night fell, there was a bonfire on the wasteland not far from Fay, and many horses galloped across the sandstone. They brought up billowing dust, and even the light of the crescent moon was blurred.

"Whew..." The giant wolf salivated between its sharp teeth, and its eyes were fixed on those strong horses.

Fay raised his palm and patted the wolf's head off.

"Stay on your stomach and don't move!" Fay yelled in a low voice. If he was found out, it would definitely be another trouble.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and Fay slowly poked his head out from behind the stone pillar ruins where he was hiding.

These dilapidated stone buildings are often found on the Romanian Moors.Because of the lack of trees in the wilderness, the residents here never used wood to build houses. The remains of these stones are usually buried by weeds, and some of them can still be seen with vague scratches.

1000 years is nothing to the wizards and elves in this world, but the human kingdom is already a turned page in history, gray and dilapidated.

Fay was thinking about Gosor.

Although the dress is strange, it may be someone else's national habit!

For Fay, this world is full of dangers, and he will not trust others so easily.So Fay said nothing but his name, neither revealed where he wanted to go, nor asked Gorsol about his origins.

They just happened to meet, temporarily traveling together, traveling companions on the wilderness... There is no need to do extra things, and there is no need for more understanding.

Fay desperately needs a map so he can decide where he wants to go.

——He wanted to find a safe road from Mirkwood to Mordor, and when the hobbit took the ring to Mount Doom, Fay just had to stay on this road.

Fay suddenly felt that the mummy's dressing style was also good, so that he could hide his identity and would not be recognized by the hobbit immediately.

Just when he was distracted, a figure suddenly appeared in the grass beside him.

"Gosol?"

Why is this guy so elusive?

"The weapon you want is the only thing like this in the wasteland!" Gosor threw over a short sword sheathed in tanned leather.

Fay took out the short sword and took a look. Fortunately, it was not rusted.

"Where's the map?"

"They won't sell maps to outsiders."

Fay was a little depressed, but he controlled himself not to show too much disappointment, and changed the topic casually: "Sell? So you really have money."

"..."

Looking at Gosor who rode the giant wolf without saying a word, Fay reflected on his wording.

Well, he will pay attention in the future and try not to mention the word money.

Under the silver light of the crescent moon, two giant wolves ran wildly on the wasteland, and soon disappeared.

The bonfires in the town are warm and bright, shining far away in the dark night, and black shadows slowly appear on the sandstone.A small group of half-orc wolves chased after them. They searched the wasteland and found the remains of the pony.

The flesh was gnawed clean, only some bones fell to the ground in pieces, sharp teeth marks could be clearly seen from the fracture, and the bloody smell hadn't even dissipated completely.

"It's the trail of the giant wolf after foraging... and the footprints of two people. The giant wolf's footprint continues to go south." The half-orc captain issued a hoarse and ugly order from his throat, "Chasing! Are those two humans gone? how long!"

The giant wolf jumped out of the sandstone, and twenty dark ghostly shadows quickly disappeared into the night.

It was another turbulent night, and when the sun rose, Fay couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure we haven't lost our way?"

"Absolutely not." Gosor said without blinking, "I have been to the Romanian Wasteland many times."

Fay felt compelled to emphasize that he was not that gullible:

"Last night, we were heading south, and then we changed direction and turned to the west, and now you are heading north?" Isn't this going around in circles? !

"We need to take a detour. The half-orcs have been following us. The Mirkwood is parallel to the Romanian Wasteland. If our direction is fixed and we are too close to the forest, the half-orcs can enter the forest during the day and continue to follow us."

It made sense, but Faye still felt that something was wrong.

Seeing that the giant wolf he was riding was looking for water again, Fay stared at Gosor and said:

"Well, let's stop somewhere and rest, you haven't eaten for a day and two nights."

Gosor's white turban and robe were dyed a light yellow by the wind and sand in the wilderness, his eyes were not bloodshot, nor tired, and his tone was calm: "No, I ate it when I went to town last night, didn't you Do you drink water and eat food while I'm away?"

"Ah... yes, that's right." Fay smiled easily.

His heart sank heavily.

The wilderness is running fast, the sun is shining brightly, Gosor is wrapped up like that, and he doesn't sweat, let alone drink water-in fact, Fay is also like this, and Fay has long wanted to cover it up for himself, but he can't see it on the wasteland. To the river, though there was a leather pouch with a dwarf's jug in it, but the jug was empty.

Gosor didn't bring anything.If Fay took out the empty jug and pretended to drink water, would he ignore Gosor and go out without sharing some water?This was too unreasonable, so Fay couldn't pretend if he wanted to.

That sentence just now... Could it be that Gosor knew something?

Fay thought vigilantly, before he had time to doubt Gosor, he suddenly heard a long cry in the sky, followed by a sudden dimming in front of his eyes, as if a huge dark cloud covered the sky.

The loud cry hit Fay's forehead hard like an iron cone, and he felt that everything in front of him was shaking, followed by a gust of wind.

When Fay fell from the wolf's back, a powerful arm wrapped around his shoulders, and he was quickly dragged onto the back of another giant wolf.

The giant wolf also knew that bad luck was coming, so it ran faster, and quickly rushed to hide under a piece of protruding sandstone.

Only then did Fay wake up. He looked up and saw a terrifying scene. A giant black eagle stomped on the ground with its wings spread out for a full 15 meters, and it grabbed Fay's previous mount from the wasteland.

The giant wolf howled miserably and tried to bite desperately, but it was held upside down. The more it struggled, the giant eagle's claws were deeply embedded in the wolf's fur.

It hovered over the sandstone for a long time, until the wolf died under its claws. Knowing that Fay and the others would not come out again, the giant eagle spread its wings and flew away.

"What's that?" Fay found that his voice was inexplicably hoarse, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

The giant wolf that Gorsol was riding was lying under the sandstone and trembling, and they were still on the back of the wolf. Fay looked down at Gorsol's hand with a strange expression.

The two are almost face to face.

Because when the giant eagle swooped down, Gosor dragged Fay onto the back of his own wolf, and now he was holding his shoulders with one hand and his waist with the other...

"That is the Great Eagle, King of the Rumanian Wastes, friend of the Wizard."

Gosor let go and jumped off the wolf's back, as if nothing had happened.