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Rewind the clock to an hour ago, and after a day's trek, Zhang Jie and Bruce Banner and others finally arrived at Brie, the largest village in the area. This inhabited area is like an island in the sea and isolated from the wilderness outside.

The Prancing Horse is the largest inn in Bury, and it sits just off the boulevard, with wings on either side of the hill leading out to the back. The windows on the second floor and the wings at the back are of equal height. There is also an arch in the center that leads to the courtyard between the two wings, and to the left of the arch is the portico of the inn, followed by a few wide staircases. The door was open, and a warm yellow light flowed out. An oil lamp hangs above the arch, and below it is a huge signboard depicting a fat white horse standing on its hind legs. The door was painted in large white letters: "Baliman? The Prancing Horse Hotel run by Cream Uncle". Many of the rooms on the lower floors are faintly lit through the thick windows.

Pushing open the door, there was a cheerful singing voice from inside, and when she heard this uplifting melody, Carmen suddenly came to her senses.

When Zhang Jie booked a room, the Spanish woman swam in the bar like a fish in water, and said two slightly provocative words from time to time, and soon became one with the characters in the store.

"I asked, but Gandalf and Aragon have not yet come. Outside of Bury, however, there are many mysterious travelers in the southeastern wastelands. The Brie called them rangers, and nothing was known about their origins. They are taller than the humans of Brie, have darker complexions, and are said to have normal human hearing and vision, and are able to understand the language of birds and animals. They roam the south unfettered, even as far east as the Misty Mountains. However, their numbers are small and their whereabouts are very secretive. When they appear, they often bring news from afar, stories of long forgotten and warmly welcomed here. ”

Before the other four finished supplying food, the red woman turned back and whispered.

Zhang Jie nodded approvingly, compared to the Zhongzhou team, the Xihai team is much more prepared in terms of clothing, and compared with the people in this world, it doesn't feel abrupt at all, the only thing that is a little discordant is the skin color.

The humans here are all brown and stout, not very tall, while Tommy and Will have a very strange complexion, one too white and the other too dark, but fortunately they are both wearing cloaks, which are not very obvious.

"If I'm not mistaken, Aragorn's journey is supposed to be from the southeast, so if we're going to pick him up, we'd better go to the wasteland." Tommy recalls that he and Will were extremely familiar with Hollywood, and that both of them could speak the nail on the head of a Hollywood film.

"Okay, then we'll go and pick up Aragorn, but there may be fighters, Carmen, you haven't been strengthened yet, the battle is too dangerous for you, you can choose to stay here and continue to listen to the news, waiting for the others to arrive." Zhang Jie said.

"Don't underestimate people, I can take care of myself, and if you say something dangerous, it's not safe here." Carmen said with a stiff neck.

"Alright then, Bruce, if there's a fight, please take care of her."

"I see." Bruce Banner nodded.

Leaving Brie, the five of them walked in the early morning mist, the dawn sun only dyeing the sky white, but hiding themselves in the early morning fog.

Walked for miles on the main road. The road then bends to the left, skirting the foot of Mount Bury and returning to its original east-facing direction, before entering a wooded wilderness. Look at the image looming in the fog. The crowd, who had poor vision, stopped.

"It's not clear that we can't see it at all, even if someone passes dozens of paces in front of us, we'll miss it." Carmen Road.

"I can see farther than you, but Carmen is not unreasonable, this kind of weather is not good for finding people, Tommy, it's up to you."

"Absolutely." Tommy Lee Jones said with a smile.

"Eagle Eyes!"

As he spoke, he moved his power, and a golden image of an eagle appeared above them, circled, and flew forward.

Tommy Lee Jones's powers are similar to the contractual abilities of the Indian animal spirits, and through guò's communication with the animal spirits, he can greatly improve his vision, hearing, and strength. (Eagle's eyes, wolf's ears, leopard's degree, bear's strength)

This kind of enhancement is a bit of a panacea, cost-effective, very practical, and used for range detection, and the effect is also good. If anything, there is a limit to the improvement. In addition, if you have targeted skills, it is not difficult to deal with.

Tommy's gaze swept over the wasteland, and after a few minutes, he became unusual.

"In a valley about two kilometres east of here, there are signs of fighting." Tommy Road.

"Let's go."

"Force Move"

"Leopard's degree"

"Bounce"

"Light work!"

Everyone in the West Sea team has their own abilities, Zhang Jie brought Carmen, Will seemed to have a spring under his feet, Tommy roared and galloped, bringing up an afterimage, Bruce Banner used a skill similar to flying on the grass and rushed out to the east.

"What kind of evil magic is this, and weird things." Aragorn wielded a half-cut sword and slashed a monster to the ground.

Informed by Gandalf, he cautiously made his way through the Misty Mountains, seeing that he was about to reach the destination of his trip.

Years of wandering brought him rich experience in the wilderness, and he quickly noticed the strangeness around him.

For some reason, there was such a thick fog here that Aragorn even suspected that he had unknowingly walked to the river. But of course this is impossible, and the only possibility is that the fog did not form naturally.

The fog is not poisonous, and Aragorn is well aware of this, as the last Númenorian royal family, Aragorn is no stranger to all kinds of poisons, and he is also well aware of his physical condition.

Nasir's broken sword hummed to warn him of the coming of his enemies, the sacred sword formerly known as Anduriel had been broken in the battle with Sauron, but it had not really died, and the souls of the kings were still immortalized in the sword.

A white light lit up from him, making him look unusually tall and burly, his gaze was full of strength and aggressiveness, he flung his cloak behind him, and his broad hand grasped the hilt of his sword.

The battle came sooner than he expected, and as the enemy roared, Aragorn unsheathed his sword and, with a soft thud, slashed away one of the monsters that pounced on it.

Aragorn was sure that he had never seen such a monster, which looked like a blue-black monkey, with duck-like hands and feet, a tortoise-like carapace on its back, and a slippery transparent mucus attached to its skin, like an amphibian. The hollow above its head resembles a saucer, and there is water in the saucer, and the white mist is still emitting from the saucer.

When slain by the Broken Sword, the monster melted like ice and turned into a puddle of water, but the fog grew thicker.

This was not the only one, Aragorn was surprised to see that he was surrounded, and the sound of the fog showed that there were dozens of these monsters, and what gave Aragorn some headache was the way they attacked.

These monsters have very muscular lower limbs, like frog-like creatures, and every time they stomp on the ground, they can rise to their feet and smash at Aragorn like a ball. Their carapaces were so hard that if it weren't for the sharpness of Nasir's broken sword, they wouldn't have been able to cut through their carapaces, and their impact was so powerful that Aragorn felt a little numb in his arm after trying to resist it a few times, and each of these blows weighed hundreds of pounds.

But these monsters could not stop the fierce Aragorn, he took two long legs, put on a defensive posture, Nasir broken sword in the infusion of fighting spirit, it looked dazzling, his movements became flexible, every swing of the broken sword, he was able to kill a monster, about a quarter of an hour later, he walked through dozens of water stains turned into this monster.

The feeling of danger did not subside, but became more and more intense, and in the vast white mist, a thick black shadow suddenly swept by, with the sound of whistling wind.

Aragorn snapped away, his sharp gaze catching the attacker and the weapon in his hand, and even if he was as powerful as he was, he couldn't help but gasp.

It was a humanoid creature more than two meters tall, with a shark-like head, fierce bloodthirsty eyes, and sharp teeth, but with its legs erect. It has triangular fins on its back, covered in scales, like a refined shark, and in its stubby arms, it holds a pale like a pulp the size of an adult's arm. The muscles of the arm, and the huge murder weapon, made one have no doubt about the melee attack power of this monster.

Five of these terrible monsters, roaring in a low voice and waving their maces, smashed at Aragorn from all directions.