The protagonist's aura must exist, and Zhang Yao has already noticed some frowns from the fact that Gandalf is about to explode as soon as the wind falls.

Gandalf, Frodo, Aragon.

These three people are the first, second, and third protagonists in the Lord of the Rings world.

Gandalf aside, Frodo was now rescued as soon as he was in danger, and for a strange reason to make Dracula return quickly, which was not something that could be easily done.

Dracula said that he was hot-headed, and he rushed back thinking that Zhang Yao was in danger, and to be honest, Zhang Yao didn't believe in this explanation.

Zhang Yao didn't believe Dracula's words, but he didn't believe that without a pair of invisible hands to push, the strong orcs would catch up with Frodo's death so coincidentally, which also made Dracula, a cold-blooded creature, hot-headed.

Dracula, a vampire, a cold-blooded creature whose blood doesn't circulate.

Zhang Yao knows that in Dracula's character, there is no such thing as hot-headedness. Aside from his incomparable thirst for blood, he doesn't have much human emotion, and he doesn't let these emotions easily sway his mind.

"Fighting with the sky, fighting with people, it's endless fun!" Zhang Yao looked at the sky and sighed, and his inexplicable words made Dracula on the side a little confused.

Dracula, who didn't know why, watched Zhang Yao take over the Mithril armor and walked into the carriage with a smile on his face. Until Zhang Yao's carriage slowly started, Dracula still looked very dazed, unable to figure out why all this was done.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, Dracula turned into a bat and flew to the roof of the carriage, leisurely cleaning up the parasites on his wings, and didn't bother with this problem.

Anyway, everything is up to the big brother, Dracula, who has turned into a bat, thought so

"Collapse Collapse"

The sound of neat footsteps resounded in a dense forest, and countless fierce beasts with hideous faces rushed as if they were hiding from natural enemies.

"Pretty !" As soon as the leader of the strong orcs gave an order, the team of 2,000 people suddenly stopped, and even stopped the order.

The leader of the strong orcs who stopped twitched his nose as if he were sniffing the air. On his body, he was draped in a worn armor, and a small hobbit was sandwiched between his right arm.

This little hobbit is Frodo, who was rescued by the orcs, and these orcs are the poor worms who were driven away by the goblins and led by a man named Johnson.

The orcs who had been driven away were homeless and slept in the open these days, unwavering in search of news of Saruman.

Johnson and his team's loyalty was terrible, and day after day passed, and no one wanted to give up the search. Because all the mighty beasts still believe that Saruman is still alive in the world.

"Lord Commander, this human kid looks good, why don't we make a fire and cook!"

The orcs stopped and gathered around one by one, watching Frodo, who Johnson was sandwiched in his arm, drooling. These days, they are all hunting for food, and they have almost forgotten what humans are like.

"Shut up, idiot!" Johnson kicked the proposed orc out, he placed Frodo on a stump, and without looking back, he threatened: "This child is our hope to find our master, and no one is allowed to touch a single hair of his hair!" ”

"Find the owner's hope!"

"Wouldn't it, this kid is so important?"

The strong orcs were talking, and at first glance, they saw the fire in Frodo's eyes. It's just that this time it's different from the ** who wants to devour, everyone looks at Frodo like a baby, as if they saw God descending into the world.

"The owner has been looking for this boy, he must know what we don't know, maybe bring information from the owner!"

Johnson roared at the orc beside him, then slapped Frodo on the shoulder and placed a scimitar on Frodo's neck.

"Boy, we got you out, and now it's your turn to repay us." Johnson held up his scimitar and smiled at Frodo, so frightened that Frodo's face turned white by three points.

Frodo twisted his body and kept rubbing back, and the thousands of strong orcs around him were staring at him, and he was already scared to the point of death.

"Say it, boy, tell us what you know!" Johnson grabbed Frodo's shoulders and shook him vigorously.

Under the violent shaking, Frodo rolled his eyes, tried to hold Johnson's arm, and said with difficulty: "What do you want me to say?" ”

"Head, he doesn't seem to know anything!" An orc stepped forward and looked at Frodo suspiciously.

"Shut up!" Johnson pushed the orc away, lowered his head and met Frodo's gaping eyes.

"Those damn goblins, who have turned their backs on their masters and gone to the humans, I don't believe you know anything. Tell us, tell us where the owner has gone, and I can let you go! ”

Johnson couldn't help but be furious when he thought of the goblin, and the saliva dripped on Frodo's face little by little, and the killing intent inadvertently brought up made Frodo's scalp tingle.

Frodo shook his head again and again under Johnson's contempt, and the frightened Frodo wanted to speak, but he really didn't know what the strong orc in front of him was talking about, let alone how to answer.

The big hand on his shoulder almost crushed him, Frodo shook his head again and again in pain, and replied: "I don't know who your master is, let me go, I don't know anything!" ”

"Saruman, our host was Saruman. Answer or die, my patience is running out! Johnson let go of Frodo's shoulder, and the scimitar in his hand slashed out, swinging it against Frodo's head.

The sharp blade scraped across Frodo's scalp, and Frodo only felt a chill on the back of his head, and a large chunk of hair was missing when he touched it.

Frodo was startled, but before he could exclaim, he appeared with a blade.

This time, the blade stayed directly in front of Frodo's nose, and the cold light on the knife body reflected out, and Frodo couldn't open his eyes.

"I know, I know Saruman!" In the threat to his life, Frodo hurriedly expressed his position, for fear that this knife Johnson would directly cut off his nose.

Johnson smiled, his teeth baring from his gaping mouth, the stench of his mouth almost knocking Frodo unconscious.

"Dead, Saruman is dead! Killed in the castle by the King of the Rising Sun, this is what I heard with my own ears! ”

Frodo poured out everything he knew like a bean. Although Frodo didn't know that Saruman had been killed as a virus, he still knew that Saruman had died in the Vampire Keep, and all that was missing was the process.

"Dead! The master is dead! ”

"No way, this is a liar, humans are the best at lies!"

"Saruman is invincible, no one can kill the great Saruman, we are going to eat him, eat this liar!"

When the news of Saruman's death in the Vampire Fortress was revealed by Frodo, it immediately caused an uproar among the orcs.

These orcs are loyal to Saruman one by one, and it is a complete faith that supports them these days. Now that I heard that faith had long since collapsed, many strong orcs could not accept the reality.

The strong orcs were crying and making trouble one by one, and there were not a few who even rolled on the ground. Frodo looked at these people in front of him with a blank look, but he didn't expect that he just said a fact, which would cause such a reaction. Moreover, Saruman's reputation in the Guardians of the Ring is not good, seeing so many people grieving for Saruman, Frodo was also surprised and couldn't help but think lightly, wondering if so many people would grieve for him if he died.

"Who is it, who killed Saruman, we have revenge!" Johnson was the first to move out of his grief, and he raised his cutlass again, pointing at Frodo and asking.

"Revenge, revenge!" The strong orcs were united in their voices.

"It's the King of the Rising Sun, it's he who killed Saruman!"

Frodo roared loudly as he watched the scene in front of him, and now he stood on the stump of a tree, like a sage guiding the way, his hands pointing far to the west.

"Kill, avenge the master!" The orcs scattered and rushed in the direction of Frodo's fingers.

Frodo breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the orcs depart, and he sat down on the stump, glad that he had escaped from the two powerful enemies.

"Hey, these people are very easy to deceive, aren't they?"

A cold wind blew, and Frodo felt more than he could have imagined, and suddenly a plan came to mind.