The night is dark.
There was a constant cold wind above the wind and cloud top.
At the entrance, Morgan and Aragorn were breathing heavily, holding torches and looking at the rapidly disappearing black shadow below, feeling relieved in their hearts.
"call..."
"call..."
Breathing gradually becomes evener.
When all the shadows of the Nazgul disappeared into the darkness, the two of them still did not relax their vigilance.
Until the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard from underneath the darkness.
The two of them were completely relieved.
"These guys are really tough."
Morgan put the elf sword back into the scabbard on his waist and said casually.
"Of course, they are the most powerful existences under Sauron."
Aragorn nodded.
It was the first time today that he saw this famous dragon-slaying warrior who was also a human take action.
The strength is indeed extraordinary.
And he was obviously experienced in dealing with those Nazgul.
If it weren't for the torch in his hand, those Nazgul who were hard to hurt by swords wouldn't have been driven away so easily.
"boom..."
Morgan kicked his foot on the wet sandy ground. The only headless corpse left was the corpse of the Nazgul whose head had been chopped off by Morgan before. He couldn't help but ask Aragorn: "Is this guy dead? "
"I am not sure as well..."
Aragorn put away his sword, walked over with a torch, looked at the corpses on the ground and said, "I've heard that these Nazgul were born attached to Sauron."
"As long as Sauron remains alive, they will be difficult to kill."
"Even if the body appears to be killed on the surface, its ghost can still be reborn in Modo."
"Of course, I don't know if this is a rumor..."
"They're so mysterious after all."
Aragorn shook his head and said.
Morgan fell silent.
With the level of immunity of those Nazgul to physical damage, it is already difficult to deal with them.
As a result, I now know that the opponent can still be killed and reborn in Modo.
This is too much.
"boom..."
He kicked the headless steel corpse again.
Morgan suddenly squatted down, stood at the neck and looked inside the body.
There was nothing in the body below the neck, it was completely empty and pitch black.
Morgan put the torch in his hand to illuminate it, and the result was the same as what he saw. Except for the steel armor that could be seen as the body, the inside was completely empty.
This seems to somewhat verify what Aragorn said just now.
As long as their souls don't die, they can change their bodies and be reborn again and again.
He reached out and lit the torch on the wet black robe on the steel corpse.
"Bang..."
The flames burst into flames instantly.
Obviously, even the black robes worn by the Nazgul are extraordinary.
Otherwise, how could the soaked robe burn so easily.
"What do we do now?"
At this time, Frodo came over with Sam and Meripipin and asked.
"Although the Ring Spirits have temporarily retreated, no one can tell when they will come up."
"Now that the rain has stopped, we continue on our way."
"It's not too far from Rivendell."
Morgan said and looked at Aragorn.
Aragorn nodded. He definitely had no objection. He wanted to reach Rivendell as soon as possible more than anyone else in the team.
Because ever since he knew Morgan's plan, he had been looking forward to the day when he could see his beloved Arwen again.
"Okay, let's go clean it up. We'll leave as soon as we finish."
After Morgan finished speaking, everyone quickly put away their blankets and small cups.
Not long after, the six-man team walked down the top of the storm, heading towards the darker front.
...
Essinger.
late at night.
There were strong winds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.
The top of the Orthanc Stone Tower, which is over five hundred feet tall.
Square flat tower top.
A gray-robed figure was curled up and sitting tightly on one of the four giant sharp horns, shivering in the heavy rain.
The gray robed figure is naturally Gandalf.
Not long ago, in the stone tower of Orthanc below him, the white-robed wizard Saruman, who had rebelled, tried to persuade Gandalf to rebel but failed.
Then the two wizards started fighting in the stone tower.
Fighting at home and wearing white robes, Saruman is obviously stronger than Gandalf.
The result is obvious.
Gandalf was severely beaten by Saruman.
Then, he was imprisoned at the top of the Orthanc Stone Tower.
at the same time.
Inside the stone tower.
In the deep black hall.
The white-robed wizard Saruman is standing in front of the stone platform with the crystal ball of true knowledge.
At this time, the originally dark and deep True Knowledge Crystal Ball was now a fiery red. In the flames, a huge and terrifying eye appeared and disappeared.
"Saruman, build me an army of Mordas..."
An extremely deep, evil, and terrifying voice slowly came out from the True Knowledge Crystal Ball.
Saruman saluted the miniature Eye of Sauron in front of him and said respectfully: "Isengard obeys your orders, great Sauron..."
Everything strange in the Zhenzhi crystal ball disappeared and became silent again.
Saruman waved his hand and covered the crystal ball with black cloth, then walked to the long table full of books and sat down, closed his eyes and began to think.
Time passed slowly.
When Saruman opened his eyes, not long after, the sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.
Soon, five strong, ferocious-looking orcs appeared in front of the gate and walked into the hall.
"Master, you called us here. Do you have any orders from Modo?"
The leading orc looked at the white-robed wizard in front of him and asked.
"Of course, we have a lot of things to do next."
Saruman looked at the orcs in front of him and spoke coldly, and then ordered: "Have all your troops mobilize and cut down all the trees in the rock ring wall. We will build livestock ponds and equipment smelting factories... "
"Yes, Master..."
The little orc leader quickly walked out.
Saruman watched the orcs retreating away, the disgust in his eyes was extremely obvious.
Although these half-orcs from Modo call him master on the surface, they are obeying his orders.
But in fact, he obeyed Modo Sauron's orders everywhere.
Saruman has long hated these disgusting orcs.
Although he rebelled against the Free Alliance of Middle-earth, it does not mean that he will completely obey Sauron of Mordor.
This time Sauron ordered him to build a new orc army for Modo.
But it was exactly what he wanted.
Of course, the army must be built, but whether it will obey Modo's orders is not certain.
Saruman looked at the disappearing figure of the orc, with a cold light flickering between his slightly squinted eyes.
The night is getting darker.
The heavy rain in the sky gradually became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
The cold wind howled from the top of Orthanc's stone tower.
Gandalf curled up and leaned under the huge sharp horn. Half asleep, he suddenly heard loud noises coming one after another.
Gandalf stood up slowly, walked to the edge of the stone tower and looked down.
I saw that the originally dark Essinger Ring was full of fire, orcs everywhere, and towering trees that were constantly being knocked down and cut down one after another.
That loud sound was the mournful sound of a big tree falling to the ground.
Gandalf's expression changed, and he immediately walked to the other side of the top of the stone tower, only to see the same scene on the other side.
Orcs wreaked havoc and felled within the Isengard Ring Wall.
As if he had thought of something, Gandalf stopped looking and sat under the huge horn of the stone tower again, with a heavy look on his face.
Because he learned from Saruman that the Nine Nazgul left Minas Morgul for the Shire, he was most worried about Frodo holding the Lord of the Rings.
But when he thought about Morgan's presence, Gandalf, who knew Morgan's strength better than anyone else, couldn't help but feel lucky.
But there is only one person in Morgan, and those nine are famous, and their strength is second only to the nine great ring spirits under Sauron.
Gandalf had studied the nine Ringwraiths, and he knew very well the terror of the Ringwraiths.
No matter how strong Morgan is, he can't be stronger than those nine.
Gandalf couldn't help but be equally worried about Morgan.
It's just that he is imprisoned by Saruman and can't sit here. If he wants to help, he has to escape first.
Thinking of this, Gandalf took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and began to murmur softly.
...
Eastern Avenue.
Under the vast blue sky, a team of six people was walking quickly.
Two tall and four short, it was Morgan and his team of Ring Guards walking in the middle of nowhere.
It is already the fourth day since we left Fengyunding.
Because they were walking, the six-man team had to travel day and night if they wanted to escape the pursuit of the Ringwraiths.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa..."
at this time.
The sound of gentle water flow came from a distance.
Hobbit Merry's eyes immediately opened up and he said quickly: "This is the sound of running water. There is a river ahead."
"I gonna go see."
Merry said as he strode forward.
"Wait for me..."
Behind him, Pippin shouted and followed immediately.
Watching the two hobbits running forward one after the other with great interest.
Morgan couldn't help but sigh, Hobbits are indeed optimistic by nature.
After such an intense journey, these two are still active and full of passion.
This is not something ordinary people can do.
"It's really a river, a big river, we can take a bath!"
At this moment, Pippin's happy voice came.
Made everyone laugh.
Bathing on the go in the wilderness has always been a big problem.
It's okay if it's winter, because the weather is cold, so you won't sweat too much, and the smell won't be too strong even if you don't shower for a long time.
But in the summer, that's a big deal.
The weather is hot, and if you don't take a shower for a day, your body will stink.
Although it is autumn now, the weather is not that cold, but the night spirit attack by the Ringwraiths and the continuous driving caused the sweat stains on the group's bodies to become wet and dry, and then dry and wet again.
Everyone stank.
When you encounter a river at this time, even if you are being chased by the Nazgul behind you.
I don’t have to worry about so much at this time, I’ll take a good bath first.
It didn't take long for the six-person team to arrive in front of the river.
This river is called the "Missel River" and originates from the Misty Mountains.
When Morgan arrived, Merry and Pippin were already swimming naked in the river.
Most hobbits in the Shire live in the countryside.
So many people can swim.
"Plop..."
"Plop..."
Frodo and Sam jumped into the river one after another.
Morgan looked around and found no danger before taking off his clothes and getting into the water.
Everyone knew that there were Nazgul chasing behind them, so the six-man team did not spend too long in the Missel River.
After cleaning up and briefly washing their clothes, the six of them were soon on the road again.
After passing Misel, we began to approach the forest where three trolls once lived.
When the six-man team reached the forest.
It was already dark.
At the edge of the forest, in a wilderness covered with rocks.
Under a huge stone.
The fire was dim.
The six-member Ring Guard team was currently sitting in front of the campfire, preparing for today's dinner.
Originally, due to the pursuit of the Ringwraiths behind them, for the sake of safety, the team would rarely light a fire when resting at night.
However, all the dried meat in Morgan’s ring that could be chewed had been eaten last night.
The little food left is all semi-finished or raw and needs to be cooked before it can be eaten.
Now that I need to fill my stomach, I naturally don't care about being discovered by the Nazgul.
This is why the team chose to light a fire under the boulders that are more secluded.
"Gulu gulu..."
The cooking pot on the campfire rack is constantly tumbling, and the aroma of the thick soup is overflowing.
Around them, six people each held grilled sausages skewered on wooden sticks, grilling them sizzlingly.
He looked at the grilled sausage in his hand, and then at the thick soup in the pot.
Pippin and Merry, the most gluttonous among the team, swallowed from time to time.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had soup or hot food.
This really makes them hungry.
Today was a good day for the four hobbits.
I finally took a good shower during the day.
For dinner, we had soup again and sausages from my hometown.
The sausages Morgan brought out were all from Bilbo's house.
Therefore, the four hobbits fell asleep quickly after eating and drinking.
Since leaving Hobbiton, the team's vigil has never been attended by several dwarves.
Morgan was on duty until leaving Bree.
After leaving Bree, Morgan and Aragorn took turns.
Tonight it is Aragorn's turn to keep vigil.
After Morgan finished eating, he quickly wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned on the boulder behind him and began to rest with his eyes closed.
before falling asleep.
Morgan suddenly had a thought.
Brush brush brush...
Lines of virtual data began to jump and flash in front of my eyes.
[Time Traveler: Morgan]
[Race: Human]
[Biological Level: Level 2]
[Soul power: 0]
[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV6; Agility LV6; Spirit LV5]
[Ability: Universal Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Skill); Dragon Power (Special Skill); Charge (Special Skill); Mental Shock (Special Skill) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Flash (Special Skill)]
[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]
[Current world exploration progress: 9.99%]
【......】
Look at the data that keeps popping up in front of you.
Morgan looked at Ling Dan behind the soul bar and knew clearly.
The battle at Fengyunding a few days ago.
Except for the one whose head was chopped off, all the other ring spirits ran away.
But it doesn't matter whether the ring spirit whose head was chopped off is dead or not.
Refer to the result of the last battle at Hobbiton's Ferry.
Morgan thought that he should have obtained the soul power.
As for the reason why the soul power column is still zero.
It must be that the soul power obtained is not enough, so it cannot be displayed.
Keep looking down.
Soon, I saw that the current world exploration progress was still 9.99%.
Morgan looked away from the data panel in front of him with a calm expression.
Soon I fell asleep.
Time passed slowly.
The night is getting darker.
The originally strong bonfire had already been extinguished.
Aragorn sat on the boulder behind him and closed his eyes to rest.
at this time.
A sound suddenly came from a distance.
At this moment, Aragorn, who was keeping vigil, and Morgan, who was sleeping, both opened their eyes.
"There is movement..."
"The Ringwraiths may be coming after them..."
"Wake them up..."
Morgan immediately stood up and drew the sword from his waist, looking outside.
Behind him, Aragorn was whispering to wake up the four hobbits.
"Frodo..."
"Sam..."
"Wake up quickly..."
"Shh, keep your voice down..."
When Aragorn quickly woke up the four young hobbits.
In front of him, Morgan also saw tonight's night visitor: an elf wearing a white robe, tall and straight, with a handsome and cheerful face.
Glorfindel, also known as "The Golden Flower Lord".
