The Kingdom of Rohan is located east of the Misty Mountains and west of the Great River of Andoin, above the Kingdom of Gondor, with the White Mountains in between.

Vast plains and rolling hills are covered in grass, while the rivers that run from the Fagon forests and separate East and West Lohan provide enough moisture to bring abundant rainfall.

Known as the "Land of Hussars", Rohan has become the first line of defense against the forces of Mordor with the tens of millions of war horses provided by the vast grasslands.

Stampeding, the sound of horses' hooves like a storm of horses, a cavalry of two hundred men galloped along the riverside.

Each of them was tall, burly, tall and muscular, with a resolute and courageous expression.

Bright silver chain mail reflected dazzling brilliance in the sunlight, and aspen spears slanted towards the sky, and the entire cavalry team was silent, revealing a long-standing slaughtering momentum.

"We're late. ”

The leading knight looked at the destroyed village in front of him, rolled over and dismounted, and angrily plunged his spear into the dirt.

The waterwheels that stand on the banks of the river are inlaid with sharp arrows, and the thatch on the bungalows burns spontaneously, turning the mud bricks into a gray-black.

A cloud of black algae floated across the sparkling river, and if you looked closely, it was the head of a peasant woman whose neck had been torn and broken.

The slaughtered villagers lay in pools of blood, their empty eyes filled with fear and despair, and their severed limbs scattered all over the ground.

No one survived.

The knight, known as the third marshal of the hussars, named Iomo, slammed his fist against the stone wall, allowing the sharp protruding stone to cut through the back of his hand, leaving blood dripping and dripping.

"Damn! This is the third village to be killed, where did these orcs come from?!"

The Smoke Miasma has amassed a band of evil creatures, barbarian tribes from the Ash Mountains, barbarian tribes that drive giant war elephants, and brutal and tyrannical orcs, who have become a serious problem for Rohan.

For the past month, the villages on the border of Luohan have been under attack, and the border guards seem to be blind, unconscious, and the defense line is like a sieve, and they can only be led by the nose.

"Sir..... I'm afraid it wasn't made by orcs. ”

His deployment Heudon jumped off his horse, drew his sword, and swung it a few times to drive away the flies that flew with the smell of blood.

Siyedon looked over the severed arm of a corpse and added with an ugly face, "Absolutely not. ”

"What did you find?" asked Iomo as she stepped forward, frowning.

Xiyoton pursed his lips, picked up the corpse's arm with the tip of his sword, and said in a deep voice: "You see, the hard ulna and radius are broken together, and the smooth cross-section proves that the murder weapon that caused the injury is extremely sharp. The weapons made by the orcs were too crude to inflict such a wound. ”

After a moment of silence, Xiyoton said with a gloomy face: "Moreover, did you find that none of the livestock in this village have been taken away....."

Sheudon reached out and pointed at a dead pack horse whose neck was twisted at an eerie angle, its belly wide open, and the various domestic animals that were strewn with great bite rifts.

There seemed to be a flash of light in Iomo's eyes, he narrowed his eyes and slowly tightened the sword at his waist, "Orcs are greedy, shameless, murderous bandits who will plunder anything of value....."

Silently, Heudon took out a colorful kite-shaped shield from his back, commanded the other soldiers to form a phalanx, and continued: "Without harming pack horses and herding cattle." ”

Unless, it's not the orcs who are responsible for this "grand scene".

The answer was imminent, but neither Iomer nor Siyoton had the heart to think about it.

"Purr" in the thatched hut behind them, suddenly heard the sound of dull breathing, like a giant beast with a suppressed throat being disturbed and awakened.

Iomo's eyes cracked, and he turned sharply, only to see the thatched roof that was still burning suddenly burst, and the lickers like skinned frogs rose through the red flames and pounced on the cavalry phalanx.

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Gandalf was still dressed in the same gray robe, with a wooden staff in his hand and a long sword pinned to his waist.

However, unlike before, the wizard wore a set of carbon fiber body armor underneath his gray robe, which was loaded with an ump9 submachine gun, a USP pistol, seven or eight drums, and a cold steel dagger.

This is not a light weight, and at first there were some people who worried that this equipment would make it impossible for the tall and thin old man to walk.

Compared with those otaku mages who can't resist on their shoulders, can't pick their hands, and are physically weak, Gandalf is comparable to a humanoid monster, and one or two strong orc soldiers are just a matter of a few swords.

At this moment, the gray-robed mage was standing on the spacious training ground, his face sinking into water and speaking to the hobbit in front of him.

"Frodo, you have successfully obtained your motor vehicle driver's license and honorary membership of the Rifle Association, but the test you face is far from being solved by force. Are you ready?"

Flodeau glanced at the group of relatives and friends sitting in the audience outside the training ground, and nodded vigorously.

"So, get ready. ”

Gandalf pulled out his flare gun, walked over to the white-painted dock, and began the countdown.

"Fellowship Team Comprehensive Quality Test, member Flodeo Baggins, 3, 2, 1."

With a bang, Frodo, who was half-crouching on the runway, had already rushed out like an arrow from a string, and his dexterous figure made people believe that this was still the ordinary Shire youth who had just stepped out of the village.

"Come on, Flodo!"

Dissatisfied with the tall Aragorn in front of him blocking his view, Golden Thunderbolt stood in his chair and shouted, "Let those tall men see what you are capable of!"

Legolas glanced at his lips inconspicuously, and secretly said that nine out of ten of the inhabitants of this world were tall in front of the dwarves.

Although there have been great positive changes in Rivendell and the entire anti-Sauron national united front, there is still no good place to deal with the One Ring.

After Anduin explained that he was incapable of destroying the Ring of Divinity, King Elon held a second Council of Ringu.

A nine-based team of the Ring was identified to escort Flodeau to Mount Doom with the Ring and destroy it at the place where the Ring was forged.

In order to accomplish this, all nine members of the Fellowship Team had to go through a rigorous test, which is the current situation.

As for why it has to be nine people...... That's because of a certain superstitious belief on the part of King Elon that the nine Ringwraiths correspond to the nine members of the Fellowship of the Ring....

Of course, because of disdain for this alone, if there were more ring spirits, wouldn't it be to form a hundred and eight generals of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, AKB48 or the Thirty-six Heavenly Gangs and Seventy-two Earth Demons?

To get back to the point, I saw a three-zhang high wooden wall lying across the runway in front of the four hobbits, which was clean and tidy, and even the gaps in the connection were glued with tree glue, and there was no place to stay.

However, Flordo didn't care, seeing that he was castrating, and his little short legs in tactical boots and leggings seemed to be galloping, and he suddenly stopped in front of the wooden wall.

"Sam! Merry!"

Flordo let out a loud cry, and the two companions who were signaled half-crouched on the ground, their arms propped up on the wooden wall in an OTZ position.

Flordo, on his own, stepped on their shoulders in a rather indecent font, and raised his arms as far as he could.

Thrown at the end, Pipin sprinted quickly, jumped onto Flordo's back, and with the soles of his feet supported by Sam and Merry's hands, the whole man actually flew up, and when he fell, he was able to hook the edge of the wooden wall with one hand.

"Beautiful!"

Aragorn couldn't help but praise as the four hobbits worked together to pass through the wooden wall that was like a moat.

"It's so much more elegant than if you just smashed it with your fist. Legolas chuckled and said to the dwarf beside him, "And it's not long. ”

Jin Li snorted coldly, as if remembering the experience of displeasure, and closed his mouth sullenly.

As the test continued, the hobbits arrived at the shooting range at the end of the run, and the four of them stood in a line, picked up their pistols from the wooden crates placed in front of them, and quickly replaced the bullets.

After the iron bullseye made a series of thunderclap sounds, even Legolas, the head of the shooting master of the 30,000 elven soldiers, applauded and sighed heartily: "Hobbits may be good at growing crops, but no one has ever told me that they are good at shooting." ”

Anduin, who was standing on the platform, sneered in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "I'm sorry, these halflings don't really have the aura of the protagonist, right? A few days ago, they were just weak chickens who couldn't even handle crops, and now they have become elite agents comparable to the special patrols of the Blackwater Company, do you want to be so?"

After climbing through barbed wire, crawling over mud puddles, and pushing tires uphill in concert, the muddy hobbits finally stood in the final part of the test.

According to the experience of Aragorn, Legolas, and others, this final level is to kill a licker.

However, it is not a fresh, flesh-and-blood licker, but a mechanical material licker catalyzed by Anduin with a fire source guide.

The people in the stands were already holding high-powered binoculars and stood up to look.

However, when Anduin stood on the hillside, holding a PS4 gamepad in his hand, appeared in front of the hobbit, everyone's hearts sank.

"For a true Lord of the Rings, I need to make sure of his courage, perseverance, and intelligence. ”

The goblin merchant exclaimed through a microphone pinned to his collar, "So I put Flodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry to the test, not as lickers, but with a more terrible abomination." ”

"What?"

Legolas and Aragorn looked at each other, knowing that even the two of them had to be equipped with long guns and short cannons, and at least a well-trained and well-equipped ten-man squad under their command, before they could barely consume the abomination of eight lives and kill it completely.

For the difficult nature of this monster, they can be said to be quite experienced.

As if sensing the skepticism of the audience outside the arena, Anduin then said, "Of course, the hobbits don't need to consume all eight lives of the tyrant, they only need to kill him three times, and three times can be considered a test." ”

Is it difficult to do even three times? Only the firepower nets forged by the torrent of steel, or the artillery bombardment without dead ends, are the natural enemies of the tyrant. This has become the consensus of the test participants.

The Hobbit Four, who only had pistols and submachine guns in their hands, did not panic, and quickly dispersed under the command of Flodo, surrounding Anduin in four corners.

After waiting for the hobbit to take his position, Anduin pressed the button on the handle.

The pale green fluorescent light quickly built a huge humanoid skeleton in the air, and in the blink of an eye, a burly and fierce monster that did not look like a human appeared in the field.

Without making a statement in advance, Anduin commanded the abominable projection to run directly to Flordo in the farthest distance, like a beast out of its cage and a dragon into the sea, as if it wanted to tear everything in its way to pieces.