Start with the Lord of the Rings

The night was dark.

Above the top of the wind cloud, the cold wind continued.

At the entrance, Morgan and Aragorn gasped for breath, holding torches and looking at the dark shadow that was rapidly moving away below, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"call"

"call"

Breathing gradually becomes flatter.

When all the shadows of the Nazgul disappeared into the darkness, the two still did not let their guard down.

Until the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the darkness below.

The two were completely relieved.

"These guys are really tough."

Morgan put the elf sword back into the scabbard around his waist and said casually.

"Of course, they are the most powerful beings under Sauron."

Aragorn nodded.

Today was the first time he had seen this well-known and human dragon slayer.

The strength is truly extraordinary.

And he is 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 would not be so easy to drive away.

"boom"

Morgan kicked his feet on the wet sand and gravel ground, and the only headless corpse left was the Nazgul corpse whose head had been cut off by Morgan before, and he couldn't help asking Aragorn, "Is this guy dead? "

"I am not sure as well"

Aragorn put away his long sword, held a torch, and looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "I've heard that these Nazgul were born from Sauron."

"As long as Sauron doesn't die, they will be hard to kill."

"Even if the corpse seems to be killed on the surface, its ghost can still regenerate in Morocco."

"Of course, I don't know if this is a rumor or not."

"They are so mysterious after all."

Aragorn shook his head.

Morgan was silent.

With the immunity of those Nazgul to physical damage, it was already very difficult to deal with.

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 crouched down, stood at the neck and looked inside the corpse.

I saw nothing in the body below the neck, it was completely empty and dark.

Morgan put the torch in his hand to illuminate it, and it turned out to be the same as what he saw, except that he could see the steel armor that was used as a body, and it was completely empty.

This seems to somewhat verify what Aragon just said.

As long as the soul body does not die, they can completely replace the body and be reborn again and again.

Reached out and lit the torch to the wet black robe on the steel corpse.

"Bang"

The flames jumped up instantly.

Obviously, even the black robes on the Nazgul are unusual.

Otherwise, how could the soaked robe burn so easily.

"What shall we do now?"

At this moment, Frodo came over with Sam and the Merippies and asked.

"Although the Nazgul has temporarily withdrawn, no one can tell when they will come back."

"Now that the rain has stopped, we continue on our way."

"It's not too far from Rivendell."

Morgan said looking at Aragorn.

Aragorn nodded, sure he had no problem, he wanted to get to Rivendell faster than anyone else on the team.

Because since knowing Morgan's plan, he has been looking forward to the day when he sees his beloved Arwen again.

"Okay, let's go and clean up, we'll leave when we're done."

After Morgan finished speaking, everyone quickly put away their blankets and small cups.

It didn't take long for the six-person team to descend from the top of the wind cloud and headed towards the darker front.

Isenger.

late at night.

Strong winds, thunder and lightning, pouring rain.

The top of the stone tower of Orsanc, which is more than five hundred feet high.

Quadrangular flat tower top.

A figure in a gray robe was hunched and curled into a ball, sitting tightly on one of the four giant horns, shivering in the heavy rain.

The figure in the grey robe was naturally Gandalf.

Not long ago, inside the stone tower of Orshank, Saruman, the white-robed wizard who had defected, forcibly persuaded Gandalf to defect.

Immediately, the two wizards fought in the stone tower.

Playing at home, and wearing a white robe, Saruman is obviously stronger than Gandalf.

The result is obvious.

Gandalf was beaten badly by Saruman.

Then, he was locked up to the top of the stone tower of Orshank.

at the same time.

Inside the stone tower.

Inside the dark black hall.

Saruman, the white-robed wizard, is standing in front of the stone platform where the crystal ball of true knowledge is placed.

At this moment, the crystal ball of true knowledge, which was originally pitch-black and deep, was now fiery red, and in the flames, a huge terrifying eye appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Saruman, build a Modo army for me."

An extremely deep, evil, and terrifying voice slowly came out from the crystal ball of true knowledge.

Saruman saluted the reduced version of the Eye of Sauron in front of him and said respectfully: "Isengard obeys your order, great Sauron"

When everything in the crystal ball of true knowledge disappeared, it was silent again.

Saruman waved the black cloth to cover the crystal ball of true knowledge, 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, it didn't take long for a footstep to come from outside the hall.

Soon, five strong and ugly orcs appeared in front of the gate and walked into the hall.

"Master, you asked us to come, did Modo have any orders?"

The headed orc looked at the white-robed wizard in front of him and asked.

"Of course, we have a lot to do next."

Saruman looked at the orc in front of him and said coldly, and immediately ordered: "Let all your troops be dispatched and cut down all the trees in the rock ring wall. We will build animal breeding ponds and equipment smelting factories."

"Yes, Master."

The little orc leader quickly walked out.

Saruman watched the orcs go away, and the disgust in his eyes was very obvious.

Although these orcs from Modo called him master on the surface, they obeyed him.

But in reality, he always obeyed Modo Sauron's orders.

Saruman has long hated these disgusting orcs.

Although he betrayed the Free Alliance of Middle-earth, it did not mean that he would completely obey Sauron of Modo.

This time Sauron ordered him to build a new army of orcs for Modo.

But it was exactly what he meant.

The army is of course to be built, but whether it will obey the orders and Modo, it is not certain.

Saruman looked at the disappearing back of the half-orc, and a cold light flickered between his slightly squinted eyes.

The night was getting darker.

The heavy rain in the sky is also gradually decreasing until it disappears.

The cold wind whistled at the top of Orshank Tower.

Gandalf curled up and leaned against the huge sharp corner, and half asleep, he suddenly heard loud noises one after another.

Gandalf rose slowly, went to the edge of the stone tower and looked down.

I saw fires everywhere in the dark Isengard ring, half-orcs everywhere, and towering trees that were constantly being knocked down and felled one by one.

The loud noise was the wailing sound of the tree falling to the ground.

Gandalf's expression changed, and he immediately walked to the other side of the top of the stone tower, and saw the same scene on the other side.

The Orcs wreak havoc in the walls of the Ring of Isengard.

As if thinking of something, Gandalf stopped looking at it, and sat again under the huge horn of the stone tower, with a lot of thoughts.

Because he learned from Saruman's mouth that the Nine Nazgul left Minas Mage to go to Shire, what he is most worried about now is Frodo, who is holding the Lord of the Rings.

But Gandalf, who knew Morgan's strength better than others, couldn't help but feel fortunate at the thought of having Morgan there.

But there is only one Morgan, and those nine are famous, their strength is second only to the nine major Nazgul under Sauron.

Gandalf had studied the nine Nazgul, and he knew very well the horrors of the Nazgul.

Morgan is stronger than the nine.

Gandalf was equally worried about Morgan.

It's just that he was imprisoned by Saruman and couldn't sit here. If he wanted to help, he had to escape first.

Thinking of this, Gandalf took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, and began to whisper softly.

Eastern Avenue.

Under the vast blue sky, a team of six was walking briskly.

The two were tall and four short, and it was Morgan and his Fellowship of the Ring who were walking in the middle of nowhere.

It's been the fourth day since I left Fengyun Top.

Because it was on foot, the six-member team had to work day and night if they wanted to get rid of the Nazgul's pursuit.

"Whoa whoa whoa."

at this time.

A small sound of water flow came from a distance.

The Hobbit Merry's eyes brightened immediately, and he said quickly, "This is the sound of running water, and there is a river ahead."

"I gonna go see."

Merry strode forward as he spoke.

"Wait for me"

Behind him, Pippin immediately shouted and followed.

Watching the two hobbits run forward with great joy.

Morgan couldn't help but sighed that hobbits were naturally optimistic.

Such a high-intensity journey, these two are still active and still 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.

Taking a shower outside the wilderness has always been a big problem.

If it's winter, it's okay, because the weather is cold, there won't be too much sweating, and even if you don't take a bath for a long time, the smell will not be too heavy.

But in summer, that's not the case.

The weather is hot, and I stink if I don't take a shower for a day.

Although it was autumn now, the weather was not that cold, but the Nazgul night attack and the non-stop rushing on the road made the whole group wet and dry, dry and wet.

Everyone stinks.

At this time, he encountered a river, even if he was chased by the Ringwraith behind him.

At this time, I can't take care of so much anymore. I'll take a good bath first.

It didn't take long for the six-member team to arrive in front of the river.

The river is called the "Missel River" and originates in the Misty Mountains.

By the time Morgan arrived, Merry and Pippin were already swimming naked in the river.

Most of the Hobbits in the Shire lived in the countryside.

So many people can swim.

"Puff."

"Puff."

Frodo and Sam jumped into the river one after the other.

Morgan looked around and found no danger before taking off his clothes and diving into the water.

Everyone knew that there were Nazgul chasing them, and the six-member team didn't spend too long in Misiel Hanoi.

After cleaning, the six of them were soon on the road again.

After passing through Misel, we approached the forest where the three trolls once lived.

When the six-man squad reaches the forest.

It was already dark.

At the edge of the forest, in a rocky wilderness.

Beneath a huge rock.

The fire is dim.

The six-member Fellowship of the Ring team is now sitting around the bonfire, preparing for today's dinner.

Originally, under the pursuit of the Nazgul behind him, for the sake of safety, the team basically wouldn't make a fire when resting at night.

However, all the jerky that could be used for dry chewing in Morgan's ring had been eaten last night.

The little food left is all semi-finished or raw and needs to be cooked before eating.

Now that I need to fill my stomach, I naturally don't care about being discovered by the Ringwraiths.

That's why the team chose to start the fire under the more hidden boulders.

"Grumbling."

The boiling pot on the campfire rack kept tumbling, and the thick soup was full of fragrance.

Around, the six people were grilling sausages that were skewered with wooden sticks in their hands.

Looking at the sausage in his hand, he looked at the thick soup in the pot.

Pippin and Merry, the most gluttonous in the team, swallowed from time to time.

It's been a long time since I had a thick soup, and I haven't eaten hot food.

It really makes them thirsty.

Today is a really good day for the four Hobbits.

Finally took a good shower during the day.

For dinner, I had thick soup again, roast sausages from my hometown.

The sausages that Morgan brought out were all from Bilbo's house.

So, the four hobbits quickly fell asleep after eating and drinking.

Since leaving Hobbiton, the party's vigil has never included a few dwarves.

Morgan was on duty until he left Bree.

After leaving Bree, Morgan and Aragorn took turns.

Tonight it's Aragon's turn for the vigil.

After Morgan finished eating, he quickly closed his eyes and rested on the boulder behind him wrapped in a blanket.

before falling asleep.

Morgan suddenly thought slightly.

Brush brush.

One after another virtual data began to jump and flicker in front of him.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological Level: Second-Order]

【Soul Power: 0】

[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV6; Agility LV6; Spirit LV5]

[Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Technique); Dragon Power (Special Technique); Charge (Special Technique); Spiritual Shock (Special Technique) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Quick 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 Zero Dan behind the soul power column and knew it in his heart.

The battle of Fengyunding a few days ago.

Except for the one who had his head chopped off, all the other ring spirits ran away.

But it doesn't matter if the Nazgul whose head was beheaded is dead or not.

Refer to the results of the last battle at Cobury Ferry at Hobbiton Bar.

Morgan thought that he should have obtained soul power.

As for the reason why the soul power column is still zero.

It should be that the obtained soul power is not enough, so it was not displayed.

Keep looking down.

Soon, it was seen that the current world exploration progress was still 9.99%.

Morgan calmly dispersed the data panel in front of him.

Soon fell asleep.

Time passed slowly.

The night was getting darker.

The exuberant bonfire had long since been extinguished.

Aragorn closed his eyes while sitting on the boulder behind him.

at this time.

A sound suddenly came from a distance.

At this moment, both Aragorn, who was vigilant, and Morgan, who was sleeping, opened their eyes.

"There is movement"

"The Ringwraiths may be chasing"

"Wake them up."

Morgan immediately stood up and pulled out the long sword around his waist, and looked outside.

Behind him, Aragorn was quietly waking the four Hobbits.

"Frodo"

"Sam."

"Wake Up"

"Shh, be quiet"

When Aragorn quickly woke the four little Hobbits.

Ahead Morgan also saw tonight's night visitor: a tall and straight elf in a white robe, with a handsome and happy face.

Glorfindel, also known as "Golden Flower Lord".