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Gandalf's meeting with Aragorn and the others was only a few hours, and after saying that unclear sentence to Aragorn, he rode to Minas Tirith in the BMW known as the "Shadow Disease" to complete his mission. Aragorn, on the other hand, looked preoccupied, and the companions around him were not very good at asking him what was going on, after all, Gandalf had made it clear that this was the mission of the "Successor of the Western Imperial Family".

Although Aragorn didn't talk much, their goal was to get to Rohan, and the sooner the better.

And so, three days later, the Fellows of the Ring, having lost their Ring, finally reached the top of the last hill on their journey, and saw the iconic plains of the Rohan Kingdom, as far as the eye could see, just like what they had seen by the river many days earlier. Needless to say, they had entered the territory of the Rohan Kingdom, a kingdom of knights, a country that produced horses and elite cavalry, and was second only to Gondor in combat power.

Aragon gasped a few times and was the first to look into the distance. His piercing gaze first looked at the river, then to a forest not far away, but suddenly he saw a rapidly moving shadow in the green space in the distance.

Aragon's pupils shrank, and he immediately leaned to the ground, listening carefully. Legolas stood by, shielding the sun with his slender fingers, and looked into the distance, and in his eyes it was not a dark shadow, but a multitude of horsemen, whose spears reflected in the sunlight like pinpoints, and mortal eyes could not distinguish so clearly. Farther behind them, black smoke curled up. There was silence all around, and even the golden thunderbolt could hear the sound of the wind blowing through the grassland.

"It's cavalry. Aragorn stood up and announced the news to his companions: "Many horsemen on fast horses are rushing towards us. ”

"Yes, there were a hundred and five horsemen in all, and they had golden hair and shining spears, and the leader was very tall. Legolas added: "And most importantly, they have a murderous aura in them, as if they have just finished a terrible battle. ”

"The elf's eyes are really sharp. Aragorn laughed, and he didn't seem to be worried that the cavalry would be bad for everyone: "Let's go down and wait for them, just in time to ask them some news about Rohan, and maybe borrow a few horses." You know, although our hobbit friends are quite good, they are still too demanding to be required by our standards. ”

Hearing this, Jin Li and Legolas also looked at Frodo and the others who were tired, and then Jin Li also sighed and said, "That's right, then let's go down, I hope we don't taste the tip of the gun." ”

With that, the group left the top of the hill to avoid being targeted, and slowly walked down the northern slope. Not far from the foot of the mountain, they stopped and sat down wrapped in cloaks.

Soon the deafening sound of horses' hooves was clearly audible, the cavalry moved swiftly like a gale, and the clear, strong shouts were heard along the steppe. The men on horseback swept straight towards the crowd like a thunderstorm, and the knights at the front took the lead, galloping along the lowlands on the west side of the hills, and the knights who followed behind were all extremely strong and dressed in shining chain mail, and the scene was very spectacular.

This is a group of elite cavalry, their horses are tall and strong, their gray fur shines in the sun, although the size of the war horse is not as huge as the key skeleton war horse, but it can be seen that the size of these war horses is definitely a good breed. Although there are many other aspects of the quality of the war horse in addition to the size, as a melee charging cavalry, the size and protection of the war horse, coupled with the sprinting power, basically determine the strength of its attack power, and these cavalry just have these three things.

The horses were like this, and the warriors on the horses were even more heroic, they were tall, their golden hair fluttering under their light helmets, and their faces had a look of determination and bravery. They carried spears of aspen wood in their hands, colorful shields hung from their backs, swords pinned to their belts, and finely crafted chain mail that hung down to their knees. But the cavalry were covered in blood, apparently having just experienced a major battle, and some of the cavalry still had scars on their bodies.

The knights of the Rohan Kingdom apparently saw Aragorn and the others sitting on the grass, and they formed a circle and pointed their spears at the center of the circle. The four hobbits hid behind the three Aragonian in fear, while the other three stood silently, watching the cavalry that surrounded them, not moving.

"Hussars of the Rohan Kingdom, have you just experienced a battle, and who is the enemy?"

Aragorn was not afraid of the bright spears, but fearlessly asked the cavalry.

No one answered him, except for a tall knight riding forward, his helmet adorned with a flying white ponytail. The knight kept moving until the tip of his spear was less than a foot from Aragorn's chest, and Aragorn remained unmoved, time seemed to stand still.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in this land?" questioned the knight in the lingua franca of the West, his tone in the same tone as Boromo, with a Gondor accent, "Judging by your appearance, it's not the filthy orcs, but elves, dwarves, humans, and a race whose name I don't know...... Such a team composition is strange. ”

The rest of the group immediately turned their eyes to Aragorn, and just as Frodo and Sam thought he would say his other name, Freelander, Aragorn lowered his head and began muttering to himself.

"I can't run away anymore. He whispered to himself, "Gandalf is right, I should get back what I should have retrieved." ”

After saying this, Arragon suddenly raised his head, lifted his cloak, and the elven scabbard shone brightly, and when he drew the holy sword of Anduriel, it was as if a white flame flowed out: "I am Aragorn, son of Arazon, I am also called King Eliza, Elven Jewel, and I am a direct descendant of Essidor of Gondor. And this is the reforge of the legendary broken holy sword!"

Everyone looked at him in amazement, including his companions who had traveled all the way, for they had never seen him speak with such an air before. At this moment, Aragorn's size seemed to increase suddenly, and the knight shrunk, and they saw the majesty of a stone statue of a king on Aragorn's face. In Legolas's eyes, Aragorn's eyebrows gleamed with white flames, and he looked like a glittering crown.

"Oh my God, this is a strange time, dreams and legends have appeared out of thin air from the grass. ”

The knight took a step back, and the arrogance on his face was completely gone: "My lord, I am Iome, the son of Iomond, the third marshal of the hussar nation. What brought you here?"

"Until then, I'd like to hear what happened to Rohan, you seem to have just finished a hard war?" said Aragorn, putting down the Adoriel Sword.

"That's right, in that battle in the Valley of the Holy Helm, we withstood the enemy's attack and wiped out countless orcs!"

As soon as he mentioned this, Yi Oumo's face suddenly regained his original pride: "Rohan, it's already victorious!" (The novel "That Infinite World" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)