Straggling

"For glory!" A loud roar, Zhao Mian's body exuded an incomparable light at that moment, the night sky seemed to turn into day in an instant, everything around him became clearly visible, Zhao Mian's eyes shone with white light, looking at the enemy who was waving its tentacles and waiting-after all, it was not a good idea to wear such a heavy armor to go into the water.

But the expected attack did not come, no matter what the monster was, he had been sleeping in the dark lake for too long - Zhao Mian even thought that this guy had started to sleep when he was here or in the ocean, and it stands to reason that such a large body could not have been conceived in this lake.

The flash of light burned the monster's eyes severely, and it screamed in pain, its tentacles waving in mid-air as if to dispel all the light. Zhao Mian took advantage of this opportunity to quickly approach it, waved the big sword in his hand, and quickly cut off the opponent's two tentacles that looked relatively large.

The creature flinched a little and made a threatening gesture, but Zhao Mian immediately struck it with an even more intense light—this time the intense light not only burned its six small eyes, but also pierced its very malleable skin to adapt to life in the depths of the water, and some unpleasant purple liquid erupted from its body, spreading through the black water.

Just as the monster came, it left so quietly - of course, you have to ignore the screams. However, it is still very surprising that such a huge creature quickly sank into the lake in front of you with extremely agile movements and silent ways, especially when the other party did not even cause much fluctuation in the water surface - the lake lost its huge sorrow in the next moment, and the huge creature was like a huge liquid slowly flowing into the ocean, and did not cause much waves on the surface of the lake.

"Whew. Zhao Mian breathed a sigh of relief and put the grossag in his hand back into the space bag. This battle was like an extremely fast start, it ended quickly, but the traces left behind made Zhao Mian very helpless - the gate made by the dwarves had been buried at the beginning of this battle, and countless rocks were piled up in the place of the gate itself, or the gate itself became a part of it.

Zhao Mian stepped forward and knocked, "Bang bang." Two slightly muffled noises told him how thick the wall between him and the rest of his teammates was.

"That's not good news. Zhao Mian shook his head, and then he turned his head to look at the sky - the stars were shining in the sky, and the moon was poking its head out from behind the dark clouds, which made the mountains in the night not as dark as expected, and in the distance there were the cries of those wolves cowering in the dark, and their owners had obviously given them new orders, which made them evacuate from Zhao Mian's surroundings, because Zhao Mian was not like an opponent that these wolves could eat anyway. Zhao Mian looked at the lake that was still glowing with a strange purple color, "This place doesn't look like it can be camped safely, I'd better change places first." ”

Zhao Mian, who had broken away from the team, rode on a war horse that he hadn't seen for a long time, and swept through the woods like a torch in the dark night. I have to say, it's very conspicuous, but the cover of the woods doesn't cause other trouble.

Soon, Zhao Mian found a tree hole that was not very big - it may have once been the nest of a brown bear, but the evil and dark forces spreading in this land made it have to leave its abode, Zhao Mian was lucky to find here, the haystack was very dry, and the fur covered on it was also a rare cold item. So, he decided to set up camp here.

Wearing a hood and a traveler's cloak woven by the elves, Zhao Mian embarked on a journey to the next place alone - of course, this was not the direction to the next destination of the Fellowship of the Ring, Gandalf and Aragorn had been discussed by Zhao Mian when they heard a few words, their next target was to climb through the Calranras Mountain, opposite the Lothlorin, where the Mizusawa elves lived, and the elven queen Galadriel led her people should be able to give the Fellowship of the Ring a long period of recuperation.

Zhao Mian was going to go there, but there was a crucial problem that needed to be solved in advance - he didn't know the route from here to Lothlorin, if he was walking on the road now, then the merchants and travelers who traveled through this land of Middle-earth would be able to tell him the next road, but Zhao Mian was now wandering alone in this uninhabited wilderness, most of the surrounding places were woods, and the deep paths he saw by chance were only the secret passages of wild beasts, not the path of humans.

But there are no traces of humans in the woods, and Zhao Mian has also found several hunter huts built in the deep dense forest in the past two days, but none of them are inhabited. There was already a layer of dust that was not light, and at least there had been no signs of activity here for a long time.

But finally on the evening of the fourth day, Zhao Mian found traces of human activity - it was not that he had met a hunter or a ranger in the wilderness, and certainly not a wandering swordsman, but that he had finally found the avenue after a long period of exploration, and a caravan was marching on that wide avenue.

This may have been the only other person Zhao Mian could find in a long time who was not the enemy, so he jumped without even the slightest hesitation - yes, he did, and when he saw the caravan, he was not walking on the road, but standing on the cliff beside it. The world is always full of surprises and surprises, and he actually just wants to go away from the forest to take a breath, but he sees the only thing worth rejoicing in this time.

Well, you know, not everyone can jump from such a high place in a suit of armor that looks very heavy, even those elves who can fly up walls and walk on snow without a trace in Middle-earth legends (of course, this is not actually a legend, Zhao Mian witnessed Legolas' performance of snow without a trace a few days ago, these elves walked as if they were carried by the wind, without any weight). Even the elves needed to wear light clothing, not smash in front of the caravan's wagons like a rock that had fallen out of the mountain due to the geological movement of the mountain.

But the owner of the caravan, Tyris, knew very well that no matter who the guy who jumped off the cliff on the side was, his small caravan was far from being the opponent's opponent, after all, the height of more than fifty meters was not as short as you see on the runway, which was enough gravity to kill any ordinary person.

Tyris gave the greatest answer he could give to Zhao Mian's question about the location of Lotlolyn - it even included a backup map of the caravan, which detailed the distance from the Lonely Mountain to Gondor and the names of the places.

Of course, when Zhao Mian took out the gold coin and said that he didn't need the other party to pay meaningless value, Tiris even gave Zhao Mian a hug after taking the thick gold coin with a smile - unfortunately, Zhao Mian didn't get anything else except the smell of sweat. Well, maybe a chunk of butter and a long string of special bacon sausages from the businessman's courtesy.