Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Return

"Ahead is the council hall of our king Hieudon, where our ancestors of Rohan decided the rise and fall of Rohan. Dressed in exquisite armor, Hama led Zhao Mian and the others to the outside of the council hall - he had been standing outside the gate of the Medusi Palace, and he heard that since three days ago, he had been waiting for Zhao Mian and the others in front of the gate, until today he finally completed his mission, "My king should be discussing the next action with his guests and generals now, so can you please wait here for a while?" Hama asked, "Let me go and make an announcement first." ”

"It's nature. Aragorn nodded.

Hama bowed slightly, then turned and walked through the empty garden into the building not far away—like the rest of the palace, the council chamber had a golden roof and beautifully carved walls, on which ancient words were inscribed and stories were told on the frescoes.

"Hey, Merry, did you think things would go well?" Pipin asked Meli in a low voice beside him, who had just curiously wanted to fiddle with a very old piece of metal on the table, but was stopped by the quick-eyed Aragorn before he could touch it- This guy had already broken a lot of things when he was in Rivinedell, and he didn't stop when he was in Lotlolyn, but the elves weren't that sensitive to damage to artworks, so Merry didn't get any trouble, but not here.

"How do I know?" Merry said angrily, carefully observing the mural beside him, where a young man was riding a handsome white horse on a blue and green wave towards the orcs in the distance, which told the story of Io, the king of the kingdom of Rohan, who in the ancient past, blew his horn and led his people into the battle on the plains of Celebrandt, helping the warriors of Gondor to victory.

"Nobody knows if we're going to go ahead, Pipin. We're all just doing our best. Aragorn said, standing by the side of the four hobbits with his hands on top of his weapons, guarding his surroundings. "I always felt that something was wrong, that things shouldn't have gone so smoothly at this time, and that Hama had been waiting outside for three days, and that King Xiudon probably didn't know we were here before that. As he entered the palace of Medusi, Aragorn whispered in Zhao Mian's ear.

"My king and his guests are waiting for you. Hama returned at this time, and he nodded to the crowd and motioned for him to go in, "I'll send you here, there are still a lot of things I need to deal with, and a lot of things have been piled up for three days that have not been done." ”

"I'm sorry we've caused you trouble, we'll be fine with it ourselves. Zhao Mian nodded and said, "Goodbye, may glory always favor you." ”

"I wish you the same good, goodbye. Hama bowed, took two steps back, and then turned to leave.

"Let's go, walk through this door, and everything will be clear. Zhao Mian glanced back at Aragorn and said. He took the lead - his shield was behind him, and Grosag's hilt and part of the tip of his sword peeked out from the edge of the shield, and there was a little light on it, which was not so obvious in the sunlight, but the moment he stepped into the corridor, in the darkness, the light slowly poured out, and a little streamer made everyone behind him feel the power of the person who was guarding before everyone.

Everyone closed their mouths that were still whispering something - even Pipin, who was usually the most talkative, pursed his mouth tightly, and they were all prepared for the worst.

Ignoring the two guards guarding outside the council chamber, Zhao Mian slammed open the door in front of him—and then, from there, the first thing that caught his eye was not Xiyudon who was discussing things, nor the beautiful ornaments of the palace, nor the feathered arrows shot from the shadows.

An old man stood in the center of the council hall with his back to Zhao Mian, his pure white staff supporting his body, his white hair falling all the way to his shoulders, and the same spotless white robe draped over his body - as if a little light was revealing from his body, no one would think that he was just an ordinary old man, this was a wizard with great power!

"Damn, it's the worst sign!" Merry said.

"Legolas!archery!That's Saruman, don't give him a chance to speak!" cried out Golden Bolt. Aragorn suddenly crossed Zhao Mian who was standing in front of everyone, he drew his sword from his waist and launched a charge towards the old man.

The guards on both sides also drew their weapons at this moment, and they immediately launched an attack on everyone, but Jin Li's axe was faster than their movements, and when they pounced on everyone, the hand axe on Jin Li's waist had already smashed horizontally on one person's helmet, which made him not suffer much damage, but it became impossible to recover his mobility in a short period of time, and the other one had been put down by the four little hobbits together- Of course, there was also the credit of Legolas, who first pulled out the knife from Madame Galadriel, which was now firmly in the guard's knee, and then he raised his bow and arrow, which opened the full moon, but did not release the arrow.

"Ah, it's nice to meet you, but this welcome is still too warm for the elderly. The old man said, turning around, but the fire behind him made it impossible for anyone to see his face.

The sword in Aragorn's hand began to burst into flames, but instead of protecting him as they had done in the past, they burned Aragorn's arm, causing him to let go of the hilt in the scorching heat.

"Mr. Elf, take the bow and arrows away. The old man continued, and he walked towards the group.

Legolas's bow and arrows had disappeared from his grasp, but he himself remained in that tense position, and the bow and arrows were placed behind him intact, as if they had never been removed.

"Mr. Dwarves and Mr. Hobbits, weapons are not what you need, and I don't think they are the 'chips' you will need. The old man was getting closer and closer to where the people were, and Zhao Mian watched in silence as the old man got closer and closer.

"Sonorous. Several shrill sounds of metal came from behind Zhao Mian, and the dwarves and several little hobbits stood still, their weapons falling from their hands to the ground—their eyes widened, as if surprised, or terrified as they looked at the approaching old man.

"As for this friend, can you please heal the guards behind him? He has served Rohan dutifully for many years, and he should not have achieved such an end in the second half of his life. The old man said, and he stood in front of Zhao Mian, his gray beard hanging down to his chest, and at his waist, a delicate sword hung there.

Zhao Mian stared at the old man in front of him tightly, without saying a word, but behind him, a flash of light flashed on the bodies of the two guards, "Ding Dong!" The knife was pushed out of the wound and fell to the ground.

"Oh, no!" Pippin shouted in a low voice—not that he didn't want to shout, but that he didn't know what he was talking about.

There was silence for a while, and everyone was waiting for what was next, and then, Zhao Mian spoke, and he said, "Welcome back, captain." You've been late for a long time. ”

"Well, it's only a little bit of the night compared to you, isn't it?" said the old man with a smile, and the light on Zhao Mian's body illuminated his face at this moment - Gandalf held his staff in one hand and put the filled pipe in his mouth with the other, smiling at the crowd.