"I don't know, I have amnesia."

Russell looked dumbfounded, frowning and thoughtful, as if remembering when he had learned magic.

Aragon: "......"

Fart amnesia, if I still believe in your amnesia, I'm a hammer!

Aragorn snorted coldly, not wanting to deal with Russell, and walked towards the two black magic horses with his long sword. They are the mounts of the Ringwraith, born of nightmares in the darkness, with poison in their breath and spreading a disease called Shadow Sickness, which cannot be left unattended.

"Wait, Aragorn, don't be impulsive, keep the horse under the sword!"

"What's wrong?" Aragorn turned his head in confusion.

"What species are these two horses?" Russell's eyes lit up, and the pitch-black horse was sturdy and handsome, and at first glance it was not the same glamorous color.

"Nightmare!"

"Nightmare, good name, good name......" Russell wiped his saliva: "Sounds delicious!" ”

Aragon: "......"

The Hobbit: "......"

Nightmare: "......"

"Slip of the tongue, pure slip of the tongue!" Sensing everyone's strange gaze, Russell coughed lightly: "I mean, our horses were killed by the Ring Spirit, and it was too time-consuming to rush to Rivendell on foot without the strength of the Ring, and the Ring Spirit was only temporarily repulsed, and the comeback must be more powerful, and these two horses cannot be killed." ”

"Russell, Nightmares are magical creatures born in the dark and can't ...... Eat! Aragorn had a strange face, and although Russell said the truth, Harazi was not convincing.

"It's okay, I learned to cook in a pot some time ago, and as long as it's alive, you can add it to the recipe."

"Aren't you amnesia?" Aragorn asked quietly.

"Are you stupid, believe it?" Russell replied with a straightforward and caring gaze.

Aragon: "......"

Russell ignored Aragorn's black face, walked over and knocked him out of the way, pulling the reins of the two nightmare horses. Nightmare naturally unwilling to cooperate, snorted repeatedly, raised his front hooves and stepped towards Russell.

Cracking sound!

Nightmare: _(:Horse」∠)_

The nightmare corpses on the ground could not be wasted, and the foodies of the poor families were careful to calculate, Russell took out a rope and tied two horse legs, preparing to eat tonight.

Seeing that Russell was real, Aragorn hurriedly said: "No, let's not talk about whether the nightmare can be eaten or not, just ordinary people will get dark shadow disease if they stay with them for a long time." ”

"Terminally ill?" Russell asked, tilting his head.

"That's not it, there is an herb called 'King's Sword' that can be treated and prevented, as long as the poisoning is not too long."

"OK, let's go find the King's Sword!"

Russell leaped onto the nightmare, and the latter dared to resist, and he was honest with a crackle.

"Frodo, and who, and who, and that and who, you are blessed tonight, and nightmares are not something that everyone can eat." With a wave of his hand, Russell drove the Nightmare down vertically from the tower.

The four of Frodo opened their mouths wide and looked back at Aragorn, wanting to hear his opinion, can nightmares be eaten?

"Let's go, the five of us...... Ride a horse. ”

Aragorn had a black line on his face, and he secretly said that Russell was a huge pit, but he really had no good way but to pinch his nose and jump in. He also talked about it, knowing that Russell was determined to ride the Nightmare to Rivinedell, and his only thought was to find the King's Sword quickly.

……

In the middle of the night, the hustle and bustle of the forest is silent, and the animals that were active in the day disappear and are all gone.

But this is just a normal creature, abnormal monsters are out at night, and a moonlight shines through the leafy branches, illuminating a black crow with scarlet eyes.

Strange screams echoed in the air, and a roaring bonfire and a gurgling cauldron could be found in the blood-smelling air.

Russell sneered, boiling the water in the pot, and under the light of the fire, his facial features were extremely hideous, which was the impatient face of a foodie.

The four of Frodo bit the apple on the side, casting a hesitant gaze, the hobbit foodie attribute is not small, six meals a day, one less meal can cost them half a life, calculate the time is just for supper.

But can nightmares really be eaten?

By the way, the iron pot is provided by them, just to escort the Supreme Ring, you can change your clothes or not, the iron pot must be brought.

The two nightmares were chained to the side, and when they saw their companions getting out of the pot, they both neighed in low voices, as if they saw their fate. In fact, they think too much, Russell is refining enhancement pills, and he won't use them unless they are really delicious.

"Why hasn't Aragorn come yet, it's only taken so long to find a few herbs?" Russell frowned, making the four Frodo look at the fire, and their figures disappeared into the dense forest in a flash.

In the dense forest, Aragorn waved his sword with a gloomy face, and crouched down to examine every bush he encountered, feeling very aggrieved.

"Alas, I'm also a famous stride...... Ahem, the famous Freewalker, the famous ranger, was actually sent out in the middle of the night to find ingredients, it was really careless to make friends. ”

Ahead, the last of the herbs appeared, and Aragorn crouched down in frustration, digging out the herbs by the roots, and stuffing them into the backpack behind him.

"It's finally done, I won't venture with him next time......"

In the middle of his words, Aragorn decisively shut up, a slender sword against his neck, and at some point, someone came behind him.

"What's the matter, the famous Shenxing...... The big stride guy is unprepared. ”

Hearing the cold female voice behind him, Aragorn's tense muscles instantly relaxed, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly, the person who came was friend but not foe, his elf girlfriend Alvin.

"That's because God works...... Strider handed me the back! ”

Another voice rang out, and Russell appeared behind Alwyn, the Edelman knife resting on her slender neck.

【Ding】

[The host contacts the plot character Alvin, triggers the lottery link, and gets two lottery chances, is it now drawn?] 】

Alvin, where do you seem to have heard this name?

Aragorn hurriedly explained: "Russell, she is not an enemy, she is my ......"

Russell only heard the first half of the sentence, and when Alwyn turned around, the latter could not be heard, because the female elf in front of him was so amazing.

Like warm jade's skin is as white as snow, the face is beautiful, the eyes are clear, and the most shocking thing is the temperament, which exudes a fresh and natural breath from the inside out, painting a beautiful picture.

Russell was instantly shocked, is this an elf, it's so beautiful. Also, who said that elves are all angel faces and flat bodies, which are clearly deceptive!

This pi! This Pythagorean theorem! This trigonometric function! It's clearly a fatal inducement formula!

? (???)?

"Beauty, robbery?" Russell immediately changed his painting style: "It's not right to do this, Aragorn has no money, no color, no specialty, rob me!" ”

Arwyn: "Your friend? ”

Aragorn: "I don't remember, I'm amnesia!" ”