"I don't know, I've lost my memory."
Russell had a silly look on his face, frowning and thinking hard, as if he was recalling when he learned magic.
Aragorn: "..."
Damn you have lost your memory. If I still believe that you have lost your memory, I will be a hammer!
Aragorn snorted, not wanting to pay attention to Russell, and walked towards the two black magic horses with his sword in hand. They are the mounts of the Nazgul, nightmares born in the darkness. Their breath contains poison and spreads a disease called Shadow Disease. They cannot be left alone.
"Wait a minute, Aragorn, don't be impulsive, keep your horse behind the sword!"
"What's wrong?" Aragorn turned his head in confusion.
"What species are these two horses?" Russell's eyes shone. The dark horse was strong and handsome. At first glance, it was obvious that it was not an ordinary glamorous thing.
"nightmare!"
"Nightmare, good name, good name..." Russell wiped his saliva: "It sounds delicious!"
Aragorn: "..."
Hobbit:"……"
nightmare:"……"
"Slip of the tongue, purely a slip of the tongue!" Sensing the strange looks from everyone, Russell coughed lightly: "I mean, our horse was killed by the Ringwraith, and it would be too time-consuming to walk to Rivendell without the strength of the Ringwraith. It was just temporarily repulsed, and it will definitely come back stronger, so these two horses cannot be killed."
"Russell, nightmares are magical creatures born in the darkness. You can't...eat them!" Aragorn looked strange. Although what Russell said was true, it was really unconvincing.
"It's okay. I learned how to cook it in one pot some time ago. As long as it's alive, I can add it to the recipe."
"Didn't you lose your memory?" Aragorn asked quietly.
"Are you stupid? You believe this?" Russell answered confidently and cast a look of care for the mentally retarded.
Aragorn: "..."
Russell ignored Aragorn's dark look, walked over, knocked him away, and took the reins of the two nightmare horses. Naturally, Nightmare was unwilling to cooperate. He snorted repeatedly and raised his front hooves to step towards Russell.
Crackling!
Nightmare: _(:马 ∠)_
The corpse of the nightmare on the ground cannot be wasted. As a poor foodie, Russell took out a rope and tied two horse legs to prepare for extra dinner tonight.
Seeing that Russell was serious, Aragorn said hurriedly: "No, let's not talk about whether nightmares can be eaten. Ordinary people will get black shadow disease if they stay with them for a long time."
"Terminally ill?" Russell asked, tilting his head.
"That's not true. There is an herb called 'King's Sword' that can treat and prevent it, as long as the poisoning does not last too long."
"OK, let's go find the King's Sword!"
Russell jumped onto the nightmare, but the latter dared to resist, and became obedient with a snap.
"Frodo, and who, who and who, you are in for a treat tonight. Not everyone can eat nightmares." Russell waved his hand and drove the nightmare down vertically from the tower.
Frodo and the four of them opened their mouths wide, and looked at Aragorn after returning to their senses, wanting to hear his opinion. Can nightmares be eaten?
"Let's go, five of us... ride one horse."
Aragorn had a dark look on his face, secretly thinking that Russell was a huge pit, but he really had no other choice but to hold his nose and jump in. He just said it, knowing that Russell was determined to ride Nightmare to Rivendell, his only idea was to find the King's Sword quickly.
…
In the middle of the night, the noisy forest fell silent, and the animals that were active during the day disappeared without a trace.
But this is just a normal creature. Abnormal monsters come out at night. A ray of moonlight shines through the lush branches and leaves, revealing a black crow with scarlet eyes.
Weird screams echoed in the air, and following the bloody air, you could find a blazing bonfire and a gurgling cauldron.
Russell sneered and boiled the water in the pot. Under the light of the fire, his facial features were extremely ferocious. It was the expression of an impatient foodie.
Frodo and the other four were biting apples and casting hesitant glances. Hobbits are also big foodies. They eat six meals a day, and one missing meal can cost them half their lives. It’s time for midnight snacks. .
But can nightmares really be eaten?
By the way, the iron pot is provided by them. It is just for escorting the Supreme Lord Ring. You don’t need to change clothes, but you must bring the iron pot.
Two nightmare horses were tied to the side. When they saw their companions getting into the pot, they both neighed in low voices, as if they had seen their own fate. In fact, they were overthinking it. Russell was refining strengthening medicines and would not operate on them unless they were really delicious.
"Why hasn't Aragorn come yet? It's just looking for a few herbs, and it takes so long?" Russell frowned, and asked Frodo and the other four to look at the fire, and disappeared into the dense forest in a flash.
In the dense forest, Aragorn waved his sword with a gloomy look on his face. Every time he encountered a bush, he would squat down and inspect it carefully, feeling very aggrieved.
"Well, I am also a famous Strider after all... Ahem, the famous Strider, a well-known ranger, was sent out in the middle of the night to look for ingredients. It's really a careless friend."
Ahead, the last medicinal herbs appeared. Aragorn squatted down in despair, dug out the herbs by their roots, and stuffed them into the backpack behind him.
"Finally done, I won't take risks with him again next time..."
In the middle of his words, Aragorn shut up decisively and put a long, thin sword against his neck. At some point, someone came behind him.
"What's wrong? The famous Shenxing... Big Step Man, he didn't have any defense at all."
Hearing the cold female voice behind him, Aragorn's tense muscles instantly relaxed and he rolled his eyes speechlessly. The person who came was a friend rather than an enemy, his elf girlfriend Arwen.
"That's because Shen Xing... Strider left his back to me!"
Another voice sounded, Russell appeared behind Alwen, and the Adamantium alloy knife was placed on her slender neck.
【Ding】
[The host contacts the plot character Alvin, triggers the lottery link, and gets two lottery opportunities. Do you want to draw now? 】
Alvin, where have you heard this name before?
Aragorn hurriedly explained: "Russell, she is not an enemy, she is me..."
Russell only heard the first half of the sentence. When Alwen turned around, he couldn't hear the rest because the female elf in front of him was so stunning.
Her skin is as white as snow, her face is as beautiful as warm jade, her eyes are clear, and the most shocking thing is her temperament, which exudes a fresh and natural atmosphere from the inside out, painting a beautiful picture.
Russell was instantly shocked. Was this an elf? It was so beautiful. Also, whoever said that elves all have angelic faces and flat bodies is clearly lying!
This pi! This is the Pythagorean theorem! This trigonometric function! It is clearly a fatal induction formula!
?(???)?
"Beauty, are you robbing me?" Russell's attitude immediately changed: "It's wrong to do this. Aragorn has no money, no sex, no special skills, so rob me!"
Alvin: "Your friend?"
Aragorn: "I can't remember, I've lost my memory!"
