It was just after noon.
The last bits of summer heat in the early autumn of the Shire are beginning to disappear.
It was quiet in front of the Bakoboli Ferry.
Sudden.
"Bang bang bang..."
At the end of the trail in front of the ferry, a sudden sound of horse hooves came from a distance.
The sound of horse hooves comes from far to near.
Soon, a tall figure quickly appeared on the trail.
White silk long sleeves, yellow delicate leather armor.
He carries a long bow and arrows on his back and a long sword on his waist.
His shoulder-length black hair was tied into a ponytail, his cheeks were thin and chiseled, and his blue eyes were deep and cold.
The visitor is of course Morgan.
After learning the location of Bakuberry Ferry from the horse dealer, he rushed over without stopping.
No, I arrived here just after noon.
"Bang bang bang..."
The sound of horse hooves stopped before the ferry.
Morgan got off his horse and walked straight to the ferry ahead.
The ferry is not big.
There are two boats, one large and one small, tied to the wooden piles in front of the ferry.
There are no other traces around.
It was thought that Frodo and Sam would escape from here, but they had not yet arrived.
After a brief look, Morgan turned around and saw that the horse he had just bought had walked to the river and was drinking water.
Since there is nowhere to look for them, we can only sit here and wait.
If you can't wait tonight.
Then early tomorrow morning, Morgan will go straight to the Prancing Pony Hotel where several people have agreed to stay.
Think of this.
Morgan quickly tied up the horse after drinking water, and then cleared an open space under a big tree a little further away to prepare a fire and get some food.
After running all day long, he was already hungry.
"Papa...papa..."
The bonfire was quickly lit.
Morgan stood up and looked at the green crop fields in the distance, his eyes immediately brightened.
Soon, it was his first time stealing food and he felt a little nervous.
He shrunk back to the tree and cooked a pot of thick soup using the cabbage and vegetables he picked secretly, mixed with dried meat.
Morgan, who had eaten and drank enough, leaned against the tree and closed his eyes to rest.
An early autumn afternoon.
The sunshine is comfortable and the autumn breeze is cool.
Unconsciously, Morgan's slight snoring began.
at the same time.
In a dense forest avenue.
Four short figures were running wildly.
"Hurry up!"
Hearing the loud sound of horse hooves coming from far behind, Frodo shouted nervously, with Sam following closely behind.
The two hobbits behind, Merry and Pippin, also looked nervous and ran after them.
It’s also interesting to say.
The two of them stole food, causing Frodo and Sam to be chased by the old farmer and the hound.
And the four of them finally got rid of the old farmer's pursuit.
Then they were chased by a fully armed black knight wearing a black robe and riding a tall black horse who appeared out of nowhere.
Despite not knowing who the Black Knight is?
And why are you chasing yourself?
But seeing Frodo and Sam running wildly with nervous and white faces, they were frightened.
Merry and Pippin followed without hesitation.
To them, those black knights looked scary from a distance, but they were far scarier than the old farmer Maggot and his hounds.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The sound of horse hooves behind him became more and more rapid.
Frodo turned his head and glanced. The incident had not yet appeared on the curve behind him, and he immediately said urgently: "This way!"
Saying this, Frodo immediately rushed towards the towering tree beside the road.
There are steep slopes of bare thorns on one side of the avenue, and there is no way to avoid them.
After Frodo took a quick look, his face turned pale with nervousness. His eyes lit up immediately when he saw the trunk of the big tree, and then he reached out to grab the big tree and climbed up.
"Come up quickly!"
"Don't let them see it!"
Frodo said and climbed up the tree very neatly.
Sam, who was following closely behind, immediately climbed up without saying a word.
For the four hobbits who have lived in Hobbiton since childhood, it is too easy to go down the river to catch fish or climb the trees to catch birds.
Although the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin, had the urge to ask Frodo who those black knights were.
But I couldn't care less at this time.
The four little hobbits climbed up the tree as quickly as monkeys.
This towering tree is so huge that it requires at least three adult men to hug it. It is very easy to hide four short hobbits.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The sound of horse hooves became louder and louder.
The four hobbits on the tree trunk were huddled together behind the thick branches, breathing heavily, and no one dared to make a sound.
At this time, the sound of rapidly approaching horse hooves suddenly stopped on the road below the big tree.
The four hobbits became even more nervous.
under the tree.
The Ringwraith, whose whole body was shrouded in black robes, turned over and dismounted.
"boom..."
The Ringwraith, who was covered in thick and cold armor in a wide black robe, made a heavy collision of gold and iron as soon as it hit the ground, making the four hobbits above the big tree tremble in their hearts.
During the day, the Ringwraiths do not rely on sight to find humans, but their sense of smell. They can smell the blood of living people.
The Nazgul stretched out their dark, empty black hoods under the big tree and sniffed fiercely.
Soon, as if smelling something, the Ringwraith suddenly raised its head and faced the top of the big tree.
This scene immediately made the four hobbits who carefully looked down through the dense branches and leaves feel extremely nervous.
Only then did they clearly realize that the black hood on the head of the black knight below did not even have a head, let alone facial features. It was completely pitch black.
It was the first time for the four young hobbits to see such a terrifying scene.
The four of them looked scared, and they became more and more afraid to move.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Below, the black-robed Nazgul sniffed the air and suddenly stopped.
Soon, a series of low and obscure voices began to come from the empty black robe.
At this moment, the four hobbits in the tree, who were becoming more and more frightened and nervous, began to feel a little dizzy.
On the tree trunk, Frodo began to feel extremely uneasy when the black knight stopped below.
At this moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, and as if being summoned by control, he reached out and took out the Supreme Lord of the Rings from his pocket, and slowly put it on his finger.
Sam, who was squatting next to him, suddenly noticed something strange about Frodo next to him. He turned around and saw Frodo's movements, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately held down one of Frodo's hands.
Frodo, who was stopped by Sam, woke up instantly.
At this moment, the ring spirit under the big tree suddenly raised its head.
Merry, who was sitting on the tree trunk slightly below, shook his dazed head, and out of desperation, he threw Sam's package towards the road far behind, making a loud noise.
"ah..."
The black knight, who noticed the movement coming from behind, screamed and immediately got on his horse and rushed towards the source of the sound behind him.
"This way!"
Merry shouted in a suppressed voice, then immediately ran towards the trunk of the tree, grabbed the long branch and swung downwards.
Merry was first, Pippin was second, and Sam pulled Frodo, who had regained consciousness, to follow immediately.
Such a dangerous emergency.
The four hobbits were very fast. They grabbed the branches one by one, swung down from the big tree, and immediately went down the slope of the road below the dense forest of thorns and weeds.
At this time.
"ah..."
The extremely terrifying and harsh screams and hoofbeats of the Black Knight suddenly came from the avenue behind.
When he realized that he had been deceived, the black knight rushed under the big tree again.
The four people below had disappeared into the dense weeds and thorns.
...
"quick!"
"This way!"
It was starting to get dark in the dense forest.
Merry took the lead, followed closely by the three others.
The four hobbits ran all the way down the mountain, and their speed did not slow down until they saw a wide river in the distance ahead.
The four of them looked around and saw that there was indeed no black knight chasing after them. Then they breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to the river. They lay down on the green grass and started to drink water.
"Gulu gulu..."
The four of them all drank a lot of water and sat down by the river, gasping for air.
Merry looked at Frodo, who still had fear on his face, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What are those?"
"Are they chasing something?"
After hearing Merry's words, Sam and Pippin also looked over immediately.
Frodo squeezed the ring tightly in his pocket with one hand. His pale face recalled all the horrors before, and he could only shake his head feebly: "I don't know either."
"I am leaving the Shire immediately and heading to Bree with Sam."
Frodo shook his head and said, seeing that Frodo didn't want to say more.
Meili was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.
The black knight without a head that I saw not long ago was undoubtedly a very scary and evil thing.
At this time, he looked at Frodo, who was panting and pale.
Merry seemed to have made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said: "I have a way!"
"Let's go to Buckberry Pier."
"There is a boat of mine parked there, which can take us to escape the pursuit of those black knights."
After the words fell, Frodo and Sam looked happy.
Pippin looked at the three people in front of him and nodded immediately.
Life in the Hobbiton is too dull, and they can only feel some excitement by stealing food.
Now being chased by those terrifying black knights and having to leave the Shire, isn't this an adventure?
Pippin then nodded heavily: "I'll go with you."
The sky gradually darkened.
When the sun sets.
A faint chill came over me in the evening.
Four tired and hungry little hobbits were walking carefully along the river, quickly heading towards the downstream ferry.
"Frodo, where will we go when we reach Bree?"
Pippin, who was walking alongside Sam, suddenly asked Frodo in front of him.
"I don't know. I'm going to find someone in Bree."
"Once we find him, we know where to go next..."
Frodo spoke softly.
But the words have not yet fallen.
"Bang bang bang..."
A slight sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the woods far behind.
The expressions of the four hobbits changed suddenly when they heard this voice.
Merry immediately turned his head and saw a black figure running fast in the distance behind him and said urgently: "No, those black knights are catching up!"
"Run!"
Needless to say, several people subconsciously reacted by running wildly when they heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind.
The four hobbits rushed forward along the river.
There is nowhere to hide on such a slightly open waterside.
Fortunately, a faint light could be seen in the distance ahead.
That's the guiding light that only exists at the ferry.
The four of them were not far from the Bakuboli Ferry.
"Why do those monsters always catch up with us?"
"I don't know either!"
"Stop talking, save some energy and run!"
"Hurry up!"
In dangerous situations, the four little hobbits broke out very quickly.
But the Nazgul, riding on dark horses transformed by evil, are faster.
There is a fairly flat road along the river.
On such a road, no matter how fast the hobbits with short arms and legs could run, they could not run faster than the Nazgul on black horses.
"quick!"
The four hobbits ran wildly with extremely nervous expressions.
The sound of horse hooves behind him became louder and more chaotic.
At the same time, the second and third Nazgul Black Knights wearing black robes also appeared.
A huge and terrifying aura swept towards the four little hobbits in front.
Close.
Closer.
The Bakuberry ferry is getting closer.
The several terrifying black knights behind him are getting closer and closer.
The four hobbits could even hear the snort of the black horse behind them and feel the terrifying aura coming from the black knight.
"not good!"
"That's too late!"
The four hobbits looked increasingly nervous and pale.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang..."
Finally, the fastest black knight caught up.
The black sword was waving in the air, and the black knight swung his sword to slash the little hobbit below.
A bright yellow arrow suddenly shot out from the front, hitting the black knight's ring spirit wielding the sword with great accuracy.
"ah..."
The moment the flaming arrow hit the Black Knight's head.
A shrill, piercing scream sounded immediately.
The four hobbits closest to the Black Knight were affected by the scream.
At this moment, blood immediately flowed from the nostrils of the four little hobbits with painful expressions.
Hit in the head by a flaming arrow, the Black Knight Nazgul's entire head immediately burned and screamed.
The speed immediately stopped.
Pippin, the hobbit who fell behind, escaped and ran forward immediately.
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the four people: "Untie the cables and get everyone on board!"
"Uncle Morgan!"
Frodo immediately shouted in surprise when he heard the familiar voice.
The other three people also ran towards the dock with joyful expressions on their faces.
Under the dim tree.
Morgan quickly picked up two rocket bolts from the fire and put them on his longbow, and shot at the Black Knight Nazgul who were rushing towards the river in the distance.
"Whizzing..."
The two arrows roared and hit the heads of the two Nazgul charging from a distance with great accuracy.
However, only one Nazgul followed and burned.
Another arrow that struck the Nazgul was extinguished by the fire it had ignited in the process.
Morgan wasn't upset either. It was rare to be able to burn two of the three arrows he temporarily modified.
"Uncle Morgan!"
At this time, Frodo's urgent cry came from the ferry.
Morgan quickly put away his long bow, drew his sword and cut off the reins tied to the tree next to him, then strode towards the ferry with casual strides.
At this time, the two Ringwraiths who had been ignited by the rockets had their whole bodies ignited and were wailing in pain.
The only Nazgul who had not been set on fire had already rushed to the ferry and was about to rush towards the hobbits on the ferry.
"You dark and evil things!"
"Go back to the darkness!"
Morgan roared and launched a special charge. He immediately rushed to the Nazgul who was sitting on the black horse on the bridge and jumped up.
The Nazgul were shocked when they reacted, and turned around to block the attack with a long sword.
"Dragon Power!"
Morgan held the elf sword high in both hands and suddenly cut it down with all his strength.
"boom!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded.
The Black Knight Ringwraith was hit with a powerful sword, and the long sword in his hand was instantly chopped away.
The outer shoulder of the entire ring spirit and the black horse sitting on it were also split into two by this sword.
"ah..."
The Nazgul, who had lost half of their bodies, immediately screamed and fell to the ground.
The black horse that had been transformed by the evil was cut off at the waist, and the two corpses fell heavily to the ground. The black and smelly blood quickly flowed across the entire bridge.
At this moment, a sharper and more terrifying scream came from behind.
Morgan turned around and saw several black knights, the Ringwraiths, galloping towards them on black horses.
"Uncle Morgan!"
cried Frodo on the ferry, which had been unbridled.
Morgan immediately turned his head, stepped forward and kicked the two halves of the Nazgul's body, which had been chopped off without a trace of blood, into the water.
Then he strode to the ferry bridge and jumped towards the ferry which was already more than ten meters offshore.
"Bang..."
Morgan suddenly landed on the bow of the ship like a magic weapon descending from the sky, immediately causing the entire ferry to shake violently.
Fortunately, this ferry is not small.
After shaking, it quickly returned to calm.
On the dock behind, other Ringwraiths have arrived.
A tall Nazgul, who had taken off the black robe on his head, leaving only a terrifying empty helmet with black spikes, rode on a black horse and screamed and roared at the ferry in the distance.
"The Witch King of Angmar..."
Morgan looked at the tall Nazgul behind him who had just fought against him not long ago and whispered in a deep voice.
