"Look how cool and sweet this spring is! This is the healing water of the Xiangshui River, which flows from Rivinedell. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zeratul jumped into the river, lowered his head and drank it in his hand. After that, he felt that the exhaustion and pain of his whole body were washed away, and the joy and pleasure became clearer. He looked left and right, but unfortunately it was early winter, and there were no big green leaves around, so it was the best container for his sister to drink!

Thrandis giggled, jumped off his horse, and washed his hands and face in the river. The ground on the banks of the river is bitterly cold, but the water does not have the skin-biting feeling. Everyone stopped and decided to take a break by the river. Along the way, even if Zhao Mai continued to use the natural force to comfort and take care of these horses, it was far from natural rest to allow them to recover better.

Rivendell gave Zhao Mai a familiar feeling, but he was sure he hadn't been here. In the Origin World, he lived in the era of the Twin Trees, when two sacred trees provided the power for the entire world to grow. When he left, Mirko was defeated and exiled to the Void for the first time.

There were many, many more things to come, including Mirkor's return from prison, deceiving Vera and Maia, and reorganizing the army. Knock down the Twin Sacred Trees, snatch the Elven Diamond, then be defeated again and exiled to the Void for eternity. At this time, the Twin Trees and the First Age ended, and more than 1690 years after the beginning of the Second Age, after Sauron forged the One Ring and waged war against the Elves, Rivendell was truly established.

Zhao Mai went through the history and finally understood where his familiarity came from. Rivendell's aura is a deliberate imitation of Valinor, the eternal abode of Vera, Maia, and the elves, a paradise for the soul. In Valinor, Zhao Mai left a good memory - there were some other emotions, but overall it was definitely a good memory.

He also walked into the water and reached out to stir in the water, feeling its gentleness and comforting touch. Zeratu straightened up and said behind Zhao Mai: "No evil force can cross the Xiangshui River, and you can be safe and sound in the river, which means that you are not an evil person." ”

Zhao Mai shook his head and replied with a smile: "Don't believe in the legend. Even Valinor can't stop the evil Morgoth, how is it possible in Rivendell's river?

Thrandis chuckled, and Zeratul had no idea of continuing to drink. It was still Zhao Mai who waved his hand at them: "But this river is not without benefits, there is indeed some magical power in it, you two come here." ”

He reached out and stirred in the water, then lifted a handful of sparkling starlight water in the palm of his hand. The spell was accompanied by the natural force that dipped into the water, and Zhao Mai clasped his hands together, then abruptly parted, covering Zeratul's ears left and right.

The feeling of comfort and coolness penetrated his heart, and Zeratul involuntarily took a deep breath. When he slowly spit out, he saw his sister's surprised gaze. "What's wrong?" Zeratul reached out and touched his ear.

The tips of the ears that had been cut off by the orc slave snatchers grew back, and the long hair and smooth skin were restored. The scars from the beatings and battles are gone.

"Thank you, Mr. Tverdo. Please heal my sister too. ”

"I've known each other for so long, this is your most polite word!" Zhao Mai smiled, and repeated the old trick, so that the absence of Thrandis was also reborn. The brother and sister hugged each other, and then looked at each other's recovered faces, and the last haze in their hearts was dispelled.

"This river has a healing effect, and most of the evil brings people pain, so there is a saying that this river can stop evil. But in my opinion, it's already good if it can be treated after the fact, but anyone who says anything that can absolutely prevent evil from happening is boasting. ”

The group all dismounted and walked upstream with the river, and Zhao Mai chattered along the way. Xiaohua is his eternal loyal listener, and he has not forgotten to record Zhao Mai's latest realization. At this time, the loyal reserve must be the one who widens his eyes and up his ears to guard his surroundings and do his duty. But Rivendell has always been synonymous with safety and peace, so there's no room for it along the way.

But evil has begun to spread and will not spare everyone, including Rivendell. Inexplicably, the current of the Xiangshui River suddenly slowed down, and a large area of the riverbed was exposed. The reserve let out a vigilant cry, and then rushed forward.

Zhao Mai frowned, kicked hard and ran out, leaving only one sentence: "Zeratu, go ashore, prepare for battle!" He caught up with the reserve grain in a few steps, and then overtook without thinking, grabbing the dog with his hand. Anyway, the reserve grain will catch up with him with his teleportation ability in a while, so it is better to move forward with him, which can also help him save his physical strength.

Xiaohua appeared beside Zhao Mai in the form of a dryad ghost. The flower pot was inside the back armor of the reserve grain, and the gardener dragon could not keep up with their speed at all, so Xiaohua could only leave the short-legged body and turn into an empty body again.

"You can't get me and the Ring!" a diminutive halfling, standing tall on the elf's white pony, sword in his hand. The exhausted horses trembled on all fours and wheezed sharply, but still managed to stay on their feet. The halfling was also in a very bad condition, he was already enveloped in the aura of death, like the goblin beast fangs, just like the nine ringlings opposite him.

That's right, the nine rings on the other side of the river are there. They shrouded themselves in black cloaks, wore hideous black steel helmets, and held the reins with steel gloves covered with barbs. The King of the Rings had already ridden into the river, followed by the other Ringwraiths. The ghost horse was anxious in the river and hesitated to stop and go. The Ringwraith forced the creatures to move on, as they were all under the orders of the Demon King Sauron.

"Take the Ring!" they roared in unison, their voices filled with horror and deadly power. Frodo was struck hard, he let go of his sword, pressed it his chest, and with a wail, fell from his horse. The elf's weapon fell to the ground with a crisp thud.

Suddenly, the flood roared wildly, striking in a flood that enveloped the Ringwraith. On the west bank of the river, elves appeared with humans and more halflings, armed with torches, driving the ringwraiths and threatening to burn their black cloaks. The Ringwraith has no physical body and requires the right cloak and armor to interact with the real world. The Ringwraith could not return to the shore, and the people and horses were swept away by the flood.

But one of the Ringwraites jumped up from his horse and crossed most of the distance at once, his cloak open like wings. He drifted down to the east bank of the Xiangshui River, not caring about his comrades and mounts swept away by the river, and reaching out like Frodo's chest to grab it.

The elves on the west bank roared angrily, but they were also blocked by the river, and they couldn't rush at all. "Take the Ring!" said the Ringwraith.

"What are you talking about, I didn't hear you!" Zhao Mai teleported to the ring spirit with the shadow of an explosion, and the casserole-sized fist was ready.