"I don't know about the situation in Gondor, every year there will be some orcs attacking the Rohan Kingdom from the defense line of Gondor, but in previous years, they were like defeated dogs, they had no choice, and they would be easily defeated by us, but this time they seem to have been premeditated, and deliberately bypassed Gondor to attack our Rohan Kingdom." The soldier seemed to be frightened by Boromo, stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth to explain.

"Don't get excited, don't worry, Gondor is not so easy to miss, unless Sauron can't wait to launch a large army, but according to my observation, at least until Saruman is not solved by him, or we solve it, Sauron will not do this, he is waiting, waiting for us to lose, and this is something we can't avoid, Saruman will not let us go, and we can't let Saruman go." Gandalf said to Boromo in a deep voice, his eyes looking west, it was the direction of Mordor, and even through the rather blue sky, Gandalf seemed to have seen a layer of dark evil slowly spreading around.

"With all due respect, Gandalf, are you sure you want to involve the Rohan in the War of the Ring? Their strength is so weak that they can only die in vain. Looking at the wounded soldiers, Lin Yifeng was a little unbearable, and said to Gandalf.

"It's true that they are weak, but this is not my decision, there is still a chance to fight against Sauron, but if they stay out of the matter, they will only die faster, just like, forget it, it is all in the past, I will not let them die easily. They will only face the enemies they can stand up to, and as for those powerful monsters, evil spirits, their real opponents, we are. Gandalf heard Lin Yifeng's words, shook his head slightly, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and said in a very low voice.

"No one in the Rohan Nation is afraid of death, but not yet. Allow me to declare my title: I am the son of Iomond. Iomo, third marshal of the Rohan state. Iomo raised his sword and spoke.

"This is Boromo, the eldest son of the regent of Gondor, and Gandalf." Aragon spoke.

"Boromo. The eldest son of the Regent of Gondor. Incredible. How did you end up here, and Gandalf, the people of the Rohan Kingdom know the name of Gandalf. But this is not a good title, as I can remember Gandalf visiting Rohan many times, but he was always a notifier of strange events. Iomo spoke.

"Indeed, the last time I came was two months ago, when I was imprisoned by Saruman and then fled, and I tried to ask for help from Heydon, but he refused me and drove me away." Gandalf said with a slight nod.

"And you have gone to the most precious horse of Sieudon, a horse known as the Shadow Disease, the best of the thousands of horses in the kingdom of Rohan, a royal horse that only hussars can ride, and a direct descendant of the foal of our ancestor Io, who can speak the human language. Shadow had returned to our country more than a month earlier, but the king's anger had not subsided, for the horse was now wild and untamable, and he would not let anyone ride it. Iomo spoke.

"It's a terrible thing, I didn't think much of it at first, I just wanted to borrow the shadow disease, you know, the situation was very tense at the time, and it would take a lot of time for me to get from Issinger to Rivinedell on my own." Gandalf explained.

"But these reasons are not understood by some people." Iomo said.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, according to your words, these orcs are obviously only a small part, maybe there are still your countrymen fighting these orcs." Looking at Io Merin, Yifeng spoke.

"Take us with you, you lead the way below, and we'll let the black dragon follow you." Susan on the side spoke.

"One last question, this?" Iomo nodded lightly, looking at the black dragon with awe and fear, you must know that in Middle-earth, dragons are not a good name.

Most descriptions of dragons are usually evil dragons, evil beings.

And evil often represents power.

"Don't worry, it's a good fellow who learns of our fight against Sauron, the source of evil, and has volunteered to join our expedition." Groffindelle said.

"Admirable." Hearing Groffindel's words, Iomo bowed lightly and said.

At that moment, everyone continued to rush in the direction of the Rohan Kingdom, along the way they spent the sunset and twilight, until the sky darkened, they helped three troops one after another, driving away the existence of the orcs, but two of the troops did not choose to follow Lin Yifeng and them to the center of the Rohan Kingdom, but chose to continue to patrol around here.

The night did not stop Gandalf from their progress, and by the time a red light rose from behind them, the dawn was coming, and in front of them, by the faint light of the dawn, they could see vaguely that before them was a great mountain, the top of which was stained with snow, and below the foot of the mountain was a glittering river.

"The city is called Idoras, and the Hussars of the Rohan Kingdom and the Heudon are in the Golden Palace of Medusi." Iomo on the side explained to everyone.

Slowly talking, everyone has come to the gate of the city, and at the gate, there are already countless soldiers, riding horses, and holding high spears to stand in battle, after all, the body of the black dragon is too large.

"Who the hell are you?" When they were still more than thirty meters away, the soldier in chain mail, riding on horseback, came in front of them, raised his spear, and shouted loudly in hussar language.

"It's me, Iomo, and we're going to see the king." Iomo stepped forward and said.

"Lord Iomo." Seeing Iomo, the guard's eyes flashed with a hint of struggle, and a look of hesitation on his face.

"I know your language very well, but it's hard for ordinary people to do so, so why don't you use the lingua franca?" Gandalf asked, looking at the guard strangely.

"My king has decreed that unless you are allies and people who know our Chinese language, you are forbidden to enter, and when the war is approaching, we will not welcome anyone other than our compatriots and those from Gondor, not to mention that there is this huge black dragon next to you, if it were not for their existence, we would definitely attack you, now can you tell me whether you are a wizard sent by the wizard Saruman, or a phantom created by him." The guard spoke.

"Saruman, do you think he can send dragons here? What's more, if we want to deal with you, we don't need to say much at all, we just need to fly high, a flame of destruction, and it will be enough to solve everything. Patting the black dragon gently, Lin Yifeng said in a low voice.

As if to verify the credibility of Lin Yifeng's words, the black dragon roared, and its wings fanned out scorching flames, instantly surging towards the river formed by the melting snow, which was actually blocked in half under the blazing flames, and then the flames disappeared, leaving only a puff of white steam smoke. (To be continued......)