"My God is so blind, a flower stuck in cow dung!"
Russell was indignant. Arwen was Aragorn's girlfriend and would become his queen in the future. If it had been another young couple, Russell might have recognized this brother.
But not Aragorn and Arwen. The latter gave up his almost unlimited life for Aragorn and changed from an elf to a human just to accompany him for a few decades. In the face of this great love, those who still think about loosening the soil are really hopeless!
Seeing Russell's bitterness and hatred, Aragorn was extremely proud. He was ridiculed and ridiculed by Russell all the way, but he finally got back the game.
The three of them returned to the camp together. Suddenly, Russell seemed to have thought of something and mysteriously grabbed Aragorn. The two of them were one step behind Alvin.
Russell whispered: "Man, are we brothers?"
"Sorry, I lost my memory. Who are you?"
Russell Quan pretended not to hear, and continued: "You see, you are lying to me. You can't leave me alone, brother. Tell Alwen for me, and introduce her sisters to me when we get to Rivendell."
Aragorn was speechless for a moment, and then said after a long silence: "I'm sorry, I won't do that. The love between elves and humans is destined to end in tragedy. Because elves marry humans, elves will lose their immortality and live a painful and short life."
Aragorn's voice was loud enough for Arwen to hear clearly, and he said it on purpose. He loved each other deeply and did not want Arwen to give up his long life. The decades of human life were too short for elves, and even returning to his parents' home was not enough time.
Arwen kept his pace, turned around and smiled faintly at Aragorn, stabbing Aragorn's heart with a gentle knife. The guy immediately changed his stance and ran up to ask for help.
Russell pulled Aragorn again: "Brother, your topic is too heavy and not suitable for me."
"What's the meaning?"
"Are there any female elves who don't fall in love or get married?"
Aragorn: "..."
Alvin: "..."
…
The three returned to the camp, and the campfire burned more and more prosperously under the care of Frodo and the four others. Russell picked up the ingredients, put them into the iron pot in proportion, and waited for the full effect of the medicine to take effect.
Arwen stood alone in front of the white horse, taking out the water bag to feed the horse. In the original book, she and Aragorn met in a hurry, and then rushed to Rivendell with the injured and poisoned Frodo.
No need now, Frodo is fine and waiting by the iron pot with a bowl in hand.
The faint scent of meat floats in the air, attracting countless greedy predators in the forest. Russell thrust the Adamantium alloy knife into the ground, and a thunder shot into the sky, scaring the birds and beasts away.
"You're kidding, you can get your hands on the Russell family's dining table? I won't even let you smell it!"
Russell said, looking towards Alvin without any trace. To be precise, his eyes were focused on the white horse.
"What a beautiful horse, proud and pure, just like an elf..." Russell licked his lips: "Aragorn, is that the legendary unicorn?"
"Yes! What, what happened?" Aragorn asked tremblingly, with an ominous premonition.
"looks very tasty!"
Aragorn: "..."
I knew it!
On the other side, Alvin came over extremely speechless. She heard Russell's words, both times.
Unicorns are the best friends of elves. Russell actually wanted to take advantage of her friend. You can't pretend you didn't hear this.
Alwin really couldn't understand how Aragorn, who was full of righteousness, could meet a bad friend like Russell. The two seemed to have no common language. As Aragorn's future wife, she felt that she should do something. Otherwise, if Aragorn stayed with Russell for a long time, he would probably have another wife in the future.
"Aragorn, are you sure you want to eat the flesh and blood of nightmares?" Arwen asked.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, can I still kill my brother?" Russell replied, filled a bowl and handed it to Aragorn: "Brother, it's time to drink medicine, bah, let's drink some soup to warm up first."
"No, I have no appetite."
Looking at the soup in front of him, Aragorn shook his head repeatedly. The taste was delicious, but the appearance was not flattering. The soup was as dark as ink, with a white meat fat layer on top, and mottled red oil on the top. The three colors of black, white and red were so distinct that even if he were killed, he would not take a sip.
"Oh, I'm really ignorant. I won't live forever after drinking this bowl of broth, but it will definitely be fine to keep fit." Russell said, and he was about to take a sip.
"etc!"
Aragorn held down Russell's hand, looked up at Alwen, and motioned for her to help check to make sure Russell didn't drink anything wrong. This guy's brain is not normal to begin with, and if he gets sicker, he will burp on the spot.
Arwen sighed reluctantly, touched the edge of the bowl with his delicate hands, and recited the elf spell in his mouth. White light lit up, and the holy radiance spread out from Alwen's palm, and disappeared without a trace after a moment.
She glanced at Russell in surprise: "How did you manage to cook poisonous nightmare flesh and blood into tonic medicine?"
"This is an exclusive secret recipe, how can you say it so easily." Russell picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, swallowing the meat slices together. The attribute points did not change, and the effect was average.
After receiving Russell's permission, Frodo and the other four cheered and began to devour the food. They felt warm all over under the Nightmare Meat, sweating on their foreheads and couldn't help but run around the bonfire.
For Russell, the strengthening effect of nightmare meat was minimal, but for the four of them, it was obviously too much.
"What happened to them?" Aragorn asked hurriedly.
"The energy intake is too much, don't worry about them, you want a bowl too?" Russell said, passing the broth to Aragorn again.
"No, I have no appetite." Aragorn shook his head repeatedly. He still said the same thing, and he wouldn't take a sip even if I beat him to death.
Alvin was very interested, took the bowl of soup, drank it slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief after a while. After tasting the sweetness, she was still not satisfied and handed the empty bowl to Russell: "It tastes good. Have another bowl."
"It's useless. This medicine is only effective for the first sip. Any further drinks are just for taste."
"It's okay to taste it."
Seeing his girlfriend fall, Aragorn was very puzzled. Don't all elves like exquisite and delicate food? Why are you interested in big pot rice? Is it really delicious?
Thinking of this, Aragorn couldn't help but look at the big iron pot, and soon he shook his head. He, Aragorn, kept his word. How could the water he spilled change when he said it? Since he said he would not drink it, he would never touch it. It would not work for anyone.
"Aragorn, you should try it too." Arwen handed over a bowl.
"Um!"
Ten seconds later, Aragorn showed an expression of endless aftertaste and exclaimed: "It smells so good!"
"How's it going? Do you feel that your physique has become stronger?"
Russell asked while the iron was hot. The four of them were feasting on the side, one bowl after another, and he didn't care.
"Well, there are some changes." Aragorn nodded with a solemn expression, and subconsciously asked: "Russell, is this why you became stronger?"
"Of course, but this kind of strengthening is not infinite. You should also feel it. Nightmare can only be eaten once, and it will be ineffective the second time."
Aragorn nodded: "Indeed, but this is an exaggeration. Just eating can make you stronger. If I didn't experience it myself, I would definitely not believe it."
"Then do you want to experience it a second time?"
"the second time?"
"Isn't there another unicorn? If you use a beauty trick, Alvin will definitely not refuse, and we are not greedy. Just cut two pieces of flesh."
Alvin: "..."
I haven't left yet!
