As Gandalf left in a hurry, Frodo, who feared that the Knights of the Rings would return, embarked on a journey to the town of Brie, the Prancing Horse Inn, accompanied by his friend Tuke.

Just as Gandalf had said when he left, it was only the next evening that the Knights of the Rings found the Frodo and the others fleeing in disarray. Thankfully, by the time the Knights found Frodo and Tuke, they had already made their way to the crossing of the Liquor River, and narrowly avoided the Knights on a bamboo raft before they could rush up.

The second encounter with the Ringwraith Knight shattered Frodo's illusions. Frodo was confused without Uncle Bilbo and Gandalf by his side, so he was even more grateful to Tuke, who never abandoned him, and felt that the most right thing he had done in his life was to meet a friend like Tuke.

"How far is it from the nearest ferry?" Frodo sat on a bamboo raft and ate the dry food he had brought with him, and asked Tuke, who was holding a bamboo pole and sailing forward, without raising his head.

"I've seen the map, the Liquor River ferry sixty kilometers away! And we were able to walk there to Brie, which was overgrown with bushes and difficult for horses and tall Ringwraiths to get close to! ”

The hobbit's height played a huge advantage at this point, and Frodo nodded silently when he heard Tuke's words, tightening the black cloak on his body to block out the cold wind raging in the night.

"It looks like it's going to rain!" Frodo looked at the sky and took a bite of the dry food, speaking in a very low tone, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or to Tuke.

"Click!"

"Bang la la"

The downpour came as scheduled, and the two Frodo, who boarded the ferry of the Liquor River, were drenched in an instant.

Frodo and the others did not dare to stop in the rainy night, but fortunately, the town of Brie was not far from the Liquor River crossing, and the imaginary Knights of the Rings did not arrive, so they did not need to spend much effort to reach Brie.

"Knock knock!"

A sharp knock was mixed with the roar of thunder and lightning, and the town of Brie, unlike the Shire, had a not-so-tall wall, and the only exit was a gate. In the darkness of the night and the hunt of the Ringwraith, the not-so-tall walls gave Frodo a rare sense of security, and he was now so tired that he just wanted to drink a beer and fall asleep on the warm, comfortable bed.

"Who!"

As the knock continued, a night watchman, dressed in a raincoat, opened the window on the city gate, raised the oil lamp in his hand and looked out.

"Oh! Two hobbits! It sounds like the accent is from Charles, what are you doing in Brie! ”

There was a slight smile on the face of the night watchman holding the oil lamp, as if it was a very pleasant thing to see two hobbits on this rainy night.

"We're adventurers, we're going to go into the Shire to rest, and the rest is none of your business!"

Frodo's tone was a little stiff, he didn't want to be extraneous at this moment, and the best way to avoid it was to pretend to be an old adventurer.

"Well, little gentlemen! I don't mean to offend you, but it's been a long time since I've seen a hobbit adventurer, and the last time was twenty years ago! The Night's Watch opened the door and spoke to Frodo and the others without saying a word.

Frodo's mood was a little low when he heard the words of the night watchman, because he couldn't help but think of his uncle Bilbo when he heard the hobbit adventurer in the mouth of the night watch.

"Little adventurers from the Shire, welcome Brie!" Looking at the two Frodo who were gradually disappearing into the rainy night, the night watchman leaned against the small open door and waved his hand slightly.

The rain was still pouring down, and the roads in the small town of Brie were muddy. Many down-and-out adventurers snuggled up in the corner to hide from the rain, and as Frodo and Tuke walked past them, each had a glimpse of joy in their prey.

The rain continued to drip on his face, and the clothes on his body were wet and uncomfortable. Frodo and Tuke cautiously lowered their heads along the way, and after occasionally raising a glance, they quickly shifted their gaze, not wanting these people to have the slightest intersection.

"This is it, Prancing Horse Inn!" After a chance glance, Frodo was overjoyed by a wooden sign hanging in the doorway.

But after the joy, Frodo's face was replaced by solemnity, and he saw that the Prancing Horse Inn in the heavy rain seemed to have become a forbidden area, and many down-and-out adventurers who were hiding from the rain would rather be drenched in the rain than take a step in front of the Prancing Horse Inn, because outside the Prancing Horse Inn at this moment, there were two rows of ironclad warriors wearing black armor like wood standing on both sides.

More than thirty samurai in black armor and masked swords, these people stood motionless in front of the Prancing Horse Inn. And the most terrifying thing is that outside the door of the Prancing Horse Inn, there are the remains of two executed adventurers, and at this moment, the blood is flowing under the rain under the feet of these black-armored warriors.

"Goo!" Frodo swallowed as he looked at the motionless black-armored warriors on either side, and looked at the door of the Prancing Horse Inn with hesitation, not knowing if he should enter the heavily guarded inn as he had agreed with Gandalf.

"Let's go, Tuke!"

The hesitation on Frodo's face flickered, and he tilted his head slightly, his gaze swept over the bodies of these black-armored warriors, and he paused slightly after seeing the three undersides carved into the breastplates of these warriors, and a round of red sun.

With a sense of bump in their hearts, Frodo and Tuke walked one after the other, towards the gate of the Prancing Horse Inn.

There was no interrogation as Frodo had imagined, and even when Frodo and Tuke walked past the black-armored warriors, they didn't make any moves, as if they couldn't see them.

The little hand was on the doorknob of the gate, and the door of the Prancing Horse Inn opened. Frodo breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of the door opening, and finally glanced at the unusual black-armored warriors again, and walked into the Prancing Horse Inn.

The Prancing Horse Inn says it is an inn, but it is actually a tavern with guest rooms. However, at this moment, there was no noise of drunkards in the Prancing Horse Inn, and when he entered the gate, Frodo looked at it and found that the entire inn was full of black-armored warriors who were also wearing black armor and holding swords motionless.

The tavern was densely packed with people, most of whom were black-armored warriors. The only travelers, like cats and mice, did not dare to catch their breath with their beers in their hands.

Everyone's eyes fell on Frodo and Tuke as the door opened. Frodo tightened his sweaty palms, walked to the bar at the door with these cold eyes, and whispered to the bartender, "Y-Hello!" ”

The bartender behind the bar looked down at Frodo, who didn't say anything, but kept scanning the direction of the door with his gaze, as if to signal the two of them to hurry up.

Looking at the bartender's gaze, Frodo's face was even more nervous. However, he did not choose to leave, but raised his head and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, sir, is Gandalf here?" It's Gandalf in a pointed hat and a gray robe, and I'm his friend! ”

The bartender behind the bar was a bearded middle-aged man with a little cold sweat on his face, and he glanced at the black-armored warriors sitting next to him, then lowered his head as if he was busy with something, and did not answer Frodo's words.

Frodo's face flashed with disappointment when he saw that the bartender didn't answer, and just as he was about to continue asking, an inaudible voice came to his ears.

"Hurry up, Gandalf is not here, these black-armored warriors have already killed a lot of people here, I advise you to leave immediately!"

Frodo looked up at the sound and found that the bartender was blinking at him, his eyes full of warning.

"No, I have a pact with Gandalf that I'm going to wait for him here!" Frodo still shook his head, he felt that since there were still people drinking in the inn, it meant that these black-armored warriors were not killing innocents.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I—It's time for me to go home! ”

Frodo had barely lifted his steps to walk into the inn when a tall, thin man who was drinking stood up with his hand raised.

Everyone in the inn focused on the tall and thin man, and Frodo stopped to see how the black-armored warriors had to react.

"Huh!"

After hearing that the tall and thin man was leaving, the black-armored warriors remained silent. But although these black-armored warriors didn't speak, the long sword in their hands suddenly came out of its sheath for three points, and a cold chill swept over the spot.

"The Prancing Horse Inn only allows the living to enter, only the dead need to come out!"

The faint words resounded in the away battle, Frodo shuddered when he heard the sound, and raised his eyes to look at the bartender behind the bar, only to see the bartender shrug his shoulders, as if to say: "Take care, kid, uncle can't help you anymore!" ”

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