The Fellowship of the Ring was divided into two groups. Aragorn went south to look for reinforcements. Russell, Legolas, and Gimli were responsible for protecting his safety.
Gandalf and Boromir went to the royal capital of Minas Tirith, followed by four hobbits. It was safest to place the Supreme Lord of the Rings with Gandalf. Although Russell's strength was not bad, but...
No buts, just Gandalf!
This was a decision made after everyone voted. Because I was afraid that Russell would be petty and retaliate against the players who did not vote for him later, I chose to vote anonymously. However, the result was not very friendly.
Gandalf 9 votes! Russell 1 vote!
Russell: (￣_￣)convex
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"Here we are, here is Mount Dinmer, and the undead of Denhalo are wandering here!" Aragorn looked at the mountains in front of him, with many thoughts in his mind.
The souls of those who betrayed their oaths wandered the mountains, unable to rest until the descendants of Isildur lifted their curse.
"I came here according to the prophecy to give the undead a chance to atone for their sins and eliminate the shame they bear." Aragorn looked solemn: "Russell, do you know, I..."
Halfway through, Aragorn suddenly felt that the scene was a bit familiar, and subconsciously turned around to look at it. Just as he thought, no one was listening to him at all. The three of Russell squatted in the corner and set up a big pot at some point.
Aragorn: "..."
No one cooperated at every sensational moment. Aragorn's heart was bleeding, and he secretly said that he had made a bad friend. He strode over and decided to turn his grief into appetite and eat two more bowls today.
"So this is what nightmares smell like..."
Legolas and Gimli nodded repeatedly. Unlike Aragorn, they tasted the nightmare for the first time and were instantly conquered.
The nightmare died in the Battle of Helm's Deep. Although it was impossible to move the food, its obligations must be completed. Russell thought that the nightmare thought so, so he fulfilled its last wish and cut it into pieces to take with him.
"It feels good, but I wonder how a unicorn would taste?"
"Legolas, you are an elf prince. There should be no shortage of unicorns in your family, right?" Russell asked casually.
"No, the Woodland Kingdom has domesticated elk, not unicorns."
"The big-antlered deer... is fine, I'll get two to try some other time." Russell said he didn't mind.
"Well, let me try!"
Legolas frowned, struggled for a moment, and finally nodded heavily.
"Ahem!"
After eating and drinking, Aragorn coughed lightly, confirmed that the three Russells were there, and said: "Guys, next we will pass through the Path of the Dead, use this shortcut to go to Pelag, and look for reinforcements in the south. Finally, return to the port outside the royal capital along the Anduin River. Do you have any better suggestions?"
The three Russells shook their heads repeatedly. Legolas and Gimli were not familiar with the geography of Gondor. Russell had lost his memory and didn't know anything, so they left as Aragorn said.
Aragorn: "..."
Although he is clearly the leader of a four-person team, he feels more like a tour guide, leading three foodies on a sightseeing tour.
"Aragorn, what are you going to do about the undead?" Russell asked while putting away the iron pot.
"I just said this question..." Aragorn was speechless and had to repeat again: "I will give the undead a chance to atone for their sins and let them rest in peace."
"What about that? Do you know how your ancestors cursed the undead?"
"What's wrong?"
"I want to curse a despicable, shameless, shameless, and lying white-robed mage!" Russell gritted his teeth and said. He wanted to curse Gandalf, causing the old man to deceive him and fail to fulfill his original promise.
Aragorn: "..."
Remove the 'white robe', and the mage in your mouth is yourself!
Russell was full of resentment. Gandalf had made an agreement with him to teach him the art of lighting while he was guarding the Horn Keep.
The Horn Castle was defended, but Gandalf hesitated and refused to teach him the art of illumination. He left behind a pamphlet and hurried to the royal capital with Boromir and others.
Russell studied the illumination technique by himself according to the practice method in the booklet, and mastered it after two attempts.
But soon, he discovered that he had been deceived. The lighting technique in the brochure could do nothing but illuminate!
In fact, Russell knew from the beginning that Gandalf's magic was inevitably related to his being Maia. It was said to be magic, but it was more like instinct, or simply the power given by God.
It cannot be shared or taught!
Knowing this, Russell still took a chance, as he said, what if he saw a ghost!
It turns out there is no ghost, only a mature Maiya!
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"I heard about Dingmo Mountain when I was very young. It is said that there are countless undead wandering in the valley. Fear is their weapon, frightening the living to stay away from their undead country."
Arriving at the entrance to the Path of the Dead, Legolas felt a little unhappy. The forest here was gloomy and humid, and the lingering air of death filled the air and turned into a hazy gray mist, making it difficult for him to have a good impression.
"I also heard when I was young that no living person can safely pass through the Path of the Dead. The undead are hostile to the living, and everyone who enters dies." Gimli continued.
"I also heard when I was a child that the people of Rohan would rather cross the mountains than take the risk of taking this road. The undead will attack passers-by with fear, causing them to lose their courage and die of fear in the valley." Aragorn said.
Russell nodded: "What a coincidence, I heard about it when I was a child, but because of amnesia, I can't remember anything!"
"..."X3
As everyone walked into the Path of the Dead, it was as if they were passing through an invisible boundary, and gray fog began to fill the valley in front of them.
In a trance, a soul-stirring demonic voice whispered in his ears, hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, as if he saw ghosts floating around, and he even felt like he was being watched by countless pairs of eyes.
"叏lvlv~~~"
The war horses under the four men were restless, tapping their hooves and making low noises. They refused to move forward no matter what. Following a roaring wind, they were so frightened that they turned back the way they came and ran out of the valley.
"It seems like the undead don't welcome us!"
Russell pulled out the Adamantium alloy knife. Both Gandalf and Aragorn had said that the undead had no body and could not harm the living, but without a weapon in his hand, he always felt uneasy.
"If they still remember their promise, that's the best. If they forget, then let them go!" Mordor's army is approaching, Gondor is in danger, and Aragorn will not waste too much time on the undead.
He also has a more difficult task on this trip, resisting Sauron's minions from the sea and the elite force of Umba pirates.
The four of them walked along the valley and soon found a cave in the mountain stream. Legolas' sharp eyes read the ancient writing on it.
"The road ahead has been sealed, and the undead have set up a dragnet. They are guarding here..."
"how do you feel?"
Russell curled his lips: "The standard line for the weak, because they are afraid, the devil will write on the wall, 'The resort welcomes all brave people to stay, room and board are free'!"
