After resting for a quarter of an hour, Bilbo and Gandalf continued on their way. The stars in the northern sky have been guiding them in the direction they are going. Bundles of bright starlight are seen projecting from between the tree crowns, illuminating the quiet and dark forest. This is in stark contrast to the increasingly dark sky in the south.
Before Bilbo entered the grain forest, he looked back, only to find a huge and ominous shadow covering the sky of the Shire, as if some kind of disaster was coming.
A voice kept ringing in his mind, making him stop. In a daze, he seemed to feel an eerie atmosphere permeating all directions. The swaying tree crowns and branches were like terrifying monsters, rushing towards him with their teeth and claws. There was not a single small animal or bird among the trees. The heavy pressure left him almost breathless.
In fear, Bilbo unconsciously reached for the magic ring in his pocket.
At that time, Gandalf suddenly turned around and shouted: "Devil, don't try to show off your power! Your power has no place here!" As he spoke, the gem on the top of the wizard's staff shone brightly, and his rickety body became extremely Tall, with eyes as bright as stars.
Bilbo was startled. He reflexively wanted to put on the Supreme Lord of the Rings, and his eyes and expression became ferocious. But Gandalf took the lead, stepped forward, grabbed Bilbo's arm, and said majestically: "Don't be tempted by him, Bilbo. Believe in yourself, you can defeat him."
At the same time, a warm current came from the wizard's hands, which was the power of Naya, the Ring of Fire. This power is not very powerful, but it is tough and lasting.
"Gandalf?" Bilbo felt his eyes clear and his sense returned to his body. He loosened his grip on the One Ring. The evil power in Bilbo's body seemed to have been provoked and immediately backfired on the wizard.
Gandalf hurriedly let go of his hand, and his tall and majestic body became rickety again. The light in his eyes also went out, and he revealed deep fatigue and fear: "We must pass through this forest as soon as possible. The enemy already knows that we are here, and he is trying to stop us from moving forward."
Bilbo was terribly frightened. He finally knew what kind of burden fate had placed on him. He staggered behind the wizard, with all kinds of slippery moss and grass under his feet, and he would trip if he was not careful.
Finally, at the moment before dawn, they passed through the grain forest, and a wide and flat countryside suddenly appeared in front of them.
In the east, a white light began to struggle to break away from the horizon, trying to illuminate the world. But the stars of Eärendil and the stars of Virachilka still hung high in the sky. This is the darkest time in heaven and earth.
"Look, that's the Dusk Hills over there." Gandalf turned back, his old face showing the first hopeful smile of the day: "Bilbo, don't stop, we will be safe if we cross this countryside. .”
It's just that the hobbit's eyes are not as sharp as the wizard's. No matter how hard Bilbo opened his eyes, he couldn't clearly see the mountain that the wizard was pointing at.
However, the further north he walked, Bilbo could clearly feel that his body was becoming lighter, and the whispers and temptations that sounded in his mind from time to time were gradually fading away. It seems that there is something in the north that makes the ring and the owner behind it deeply fearful.
In fact, the moment Bilbo held the Supreme Ring in his hand, the black knights behind them immediately sensed something.
They drove their big black horses across the river and headed straight for the grain-binding forest.
Two of their figures went around the forest, one from the east and the west to block the possible escape directions of the wizard and the hobbit. The two figures walked through the forest, following the path Gandalf and Bilbo had walked, pursuing them all the way.
At this moment, both sides are racing against time, and the loser is likely to pay the price with his life.
As if they heard the dull sound of horse hooves behind them, Bilbo and Gandalf did not dare to stop. They only stopped briefly, took a drink of water, and then started running quickly in the night again.
They ran so fast, almost as fast as galloping horses. Bilbo even wondered if he would fall down while running. The wind kept blowing in their ears, and the stars in the sky burst out with their last brilliance between light and darkness, and the earth seemed to be coated with a layer of bright silver.
"Look, Bilbo, the holy and merciful Elberith is watching us! Don't stop, hope is ahead." Gandalf shouted, encouraging his old friend.
This did keep Bilbo going a long way. Until his potential is completely exhausted.
"Gandalf, I really can't run anymore." Seeing that the white light in the east showed signs of breaking free from the shackles of the earth, our hobbit finally couldn't run anymore. He slumped down on a cold rock, Reluctant to get up again. "Maybe my fate ends here, and Elberis can't save an old hobbit. Go ahead and take my relics away, don't let it fall into the hands of the enemy!"
"Don't be stupid! Whether your fate ends here, I have more say than you!" Gandalf shouted, but then his eyes showed deep worry and intolerance. He knew that this Hobbit A person has reached the limit of what he can do, and the wizard slowed down and said: "Don't give up hope, Bilbo, you have persisted for a long time, why don't you try harder again? Let us go forward, I I have a hunch that our reinforcements are right ahead!”
But the hobbit couldn't move even one toe anymore. Almost all his energy was consumed in this long race. His chest, which was not thick, rose and fell rapidly like a blower, and his pupils were slack and lifeless.
So Gandalf could only put his cane behind his waist, then pick up the poor hobbit and run forward quickly.
In fact, he could already hear the disturbing sound of horse hooves in the wind, and in the southern sky, the ominous shadow had spread rapidly, almost catching up with them.
At this time, the long and thick shadows of the dusk hills in the distance were clearly visible. In the east, the light of Yaryn finally pierced the darkness, and the earth turned from silvery white to dull yellow. The waves of the Balanduin River tinkled.
"Great Lord of the Breath of Arda, bless your followers!" the gray-robed wizard shouted. "Keep his legs strong forever."
At that time, Manwë did cast his sacred gaze on the wizard. The strong north wind softened and the path in the wilderness became flatter, preventing him from falling while running. Moreover, bursts of thunderous explosions came faintly from the north, and the smell of sulfur was vaguely present in the wind.
As a result, Gandalf's face lit up as he ran, knowing that his prayers were heard by Manwë and that reinforcements were on the way. This gave him courage and hope.
At this moment, the loud sound of horse hooves came from behind them.
"They are catching up." Bilbo groaned desperately, as if he saw four riders in cloaks and boots jumping out from the end of the southern road with extremely terrifying shadows and chasing them.
These terrible evil spirits gathered together and made a harsh hissing sound, filling the earth with invisible terror. Bilbo screamed and had a splitting headache.
Gandalf's face darkened, knowing that he could no longer run. He stopped, put Bilbo on a stone by the roadside, and took out his cane to confront Gramdrin, majestically confronting the evil knights who were chasing him.
"Don't even think of taking away even a small piece of Hobbit sleeves from my hands! Evil spirits!" The wizard raised his cane high, and the gems on it glowed extremely brightly. His figure became as tall as a god in the sky, and his voice was majestic and majestic. Vast.
Those terrible evil spirits were indeed burned by the light of the wizard's cane. They stopped their running mounts and screamed in pain.
The sound was cold and sharp, as if the evil for thousands of years had been here. Bilbo covered his ears in pain and let out a loud scream.
"Leave!" The ring of fire in the wizard's hand emitted the same bright light. Superimposed with the light of the cane, Gandalf became more powerful than ever. But it's still not as good as in Valinor. "Evil minions, this land is protected by many powerful people in Valmar in the West! You and the masters behind you are not welcome here! Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into wait The void that holds you and your master. Get out!"
In this ball of light as bright as the sun, Bilbo's headache was greatly relieved. He gasped for air and looked at the terrifying knights surrounding him in horror.
Their figures were so dark that they looked like black holes poking out of the thick shadows behind them. Bilbo thought he heard a faint hissing sound, like the breath of a viper, and felt a sharp, biting coldness. Then, those figures began to move forward slowly.
At first, the power of the wizard did make those terrible evil spirits hesitate for a while.
Sauron has always been worried that the Valar will directly intervene in the affairs of Middle-earth. He has failed twice in the hands of the mighty men of the West, and was knocked to the ground each time.
So when he sensed the sacred gaze of the powerful beings returning to this ancient land, he was indeed afraid to hide. But he soon discovered that the powerful ones from the Western Land did not come directly, and that the power on the light side was consumed a lot by him.
So, gradually, the evil and viciousness in his heart surged up again. Coupled with his hatred of beautiful things and jealousy of the Dragonborn, he longed for power every day. Because only by regaining his once powerful power can Sauron hope to destroy the hope and courage of all the good people in Middle-earth in the next attack.
Therefore, when he sensed that the ring containing part of his power was on the body of the weak and humble little race not far away, he immediately forced the Nazgûl to step forward.
"Wizard, your power is nothing compared to my master!" The leading black rider lifted his hood. Look! He wears a king's crown, but the head beneath the crown cannot be seen. Between the crown and the broad black shoulders covered with a cloak, red flames can be seen beating behind.
He is the Witch King of Angmar, one of the wizard's greatest enemies. The Witch King drew out the Devil's Cave Sword and shouted hoarsely. A green flame immediately filled the sword.
The other three Nazgûl immediately followed and drew their black swords. As they began to cast spells, a terrifying tornado hung upside down in the gray sky.
"Last time, there were many of you. Now, it's our turn." The Witch King let out a fatal laugh from an invisible mouth. The huge demonic shadow pressed down from the sky. Although the wizard struggled to hold on, the dark magic of the evil spirits still suppressed the light emitted by the wizard like boiling hot water, constantly expanding and contracting until it formed a ball of light about two meters long.
"You are not the holy white king. Wizard." The Witch King hissed, pointing the fluffy green sword in his hand, "Your power is limited in this world, now die!"
Gandalf's expression changed, the staff in his hand exploded, the man was pushed to the ground, and the ball of light disappeared completely.
The other three Nazgûl saw it and immediately rode towards him.
At this moment, there was an explosion in the sky in the north, and then a strong wind! This wind is accompanied by an unbearable sulfur smell. The trees on the roadside and in the countryside were swaying wildly in the strong wind, almost breaking.
Immediately afterwards, a thundering roar that once made Bilbo unforgettable and terrifying suddenly sounded.
"dragon!"
Bilbo's eyes widened and he could hardly believe that he would be excited to see Smaug again: "Gandalf, it's Smaug! Lord Turka is here to save us!"
The Witch King of Angmar and the other three Nazgûl (Nazgul) were indeed caught off guard by the unexpected 'visitors'. In the dark mountain range to the north, they saw a spark heading straight towards them. Its speed was so fast, and it only became bigger and brighter in a short while.
"Kill them! Leave no one alive!" Sauron, who was behind the Nazgûl, was almost mad. His terrifying voice rang in the hearts of the Witch King of Angmar and the others. "Take the ring back for me. It is here." On that halfling!"
But Gandalf and Bilbo seemed to have gained new courage and strength, and their hope of survival became stronger than ever. They climbed up from the ground, leaned against the rock with their backs excitedly, and clenched the long and short elf swords in their hands.
"The plans of you and the master behind you are destined to fail! Evil spirits! The Alakano family is destined to be your nemesis!" the wizard shouted, and Naya, the Ring of Fire in his hand, regained his strength and emitted the light of hope, burning these The spirit of the evil minions.
But secretly, Gandalf said to Bilbo: "As soon as you get the chance, run to the north."
But Bilbo shook his head: "Two legs cannot outrun four legs, Gandalf. Here, at least you can die with a friend, which is not too bad."
The wizard was speechless.
But there was no chance for them to say any more. Although the Ring of Fire, one of the three elven rings, is indeed extremely fearful to the Nazgûl, it is the power of hope and is naturally in conflict with the Ringwraith, which represents death and despair. But they could not disobey their master's order, so four terrifying cloaked enemies, including the leader of the Witch King of Angmar, attacked at the same time.
The Witch King pointed his sword with green fire, and the tornado in the sky blew up the wizard and the north.
"I am the servant of the great Súlimo, and all the winds of Arda must obey my command!" the wizard shouted, and issued a long-planned spell, and the hurricane that filled the sky disappeared immediately. Then he swung his sword to block the second enemy's sword from above.
On the other side, facing the terrifying knights rushing towards him, Bilbo no longer hesitated, put on the magic ring directly, and suddenly disappeared between the horses' hooves.
This did make the Nazgûl lose his mind for a short while.
Because they didn't expect that the master's power would be used by the enemy, but soon they discovered the despicable little snitch.
"This does not belong to you!" A familiar pale figure said with a cold face. He was driving a big black horse, trying to trample to death the thief who dared to steal his master's power.
Through the black and white vision under the invisibility, we can see that this pale figure is the former human hero, usurper, and father-killer, Ecthelion.
"Death! Thief!" Ecthelion, who had completely become Sauron's pawn, stabbed the hateful halfling scurrying under the horse's belly with his sword.
"Well!"
Bilbo couldn't dodge and was stabbed in the chest by a sword!
"No!" shouted the wizard. At that time, a strong wind blew in my face! Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. I saw the giant dragon Smaug roaring past from low altitude, spraying out a puff of dragon flame.
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