Middle-earth, from Rune in the east to the west, the north is the Kingdom of the Lonely Mountain, the River Valley State, and the Woodland Kingdom, in the middle of which are the elven territory of Lothlorion, the Treant tribe of the Fangon Forest, and the south is the two major human kingdoms: Rohan, Gondor, and the dark land of Mordor.

Further west, beyond the Misty Mountains, the dividing line, is a vast expanse of moors and forests inhabited by the Dúnedain people, including an isolated piece of land that is inhabited by the hobbits.

An uneventful day in the Shire.

Dusk early morning.

The sky seemed to be falling, and the hot and humid air made the hobbits frown, and they complained as they hurriedly packed up their clothes to dry in the courtyard.

"Frodo, it looks like there's going to be a super heavy rainstorm, are you going to come to my house for dinner at noon today?" A young man named Sam lay on the grass and looked up at the impenetrable dark clouds, his face full of carefreeness.

Next to him, Frodo was also leisurely crossing Erro's legs, holding a dogtail in his mouth, and an open book of stories on his chest.

The former is 19 years old, the latter is 34 years old, the age difference is not small, in fact, there is not much generation gap, mainly because the living environment creates the heart.

And hobbits are 33 years old and adulthood, which is also a direct proof that their average life expectancy exceeds that of ordinary humans.

"Of course, but I can't stay overnight, I have to go back." Frodo replied.

Sam propped his head sideways and whispered curiously, "What property did your uncle leave you to keep at home every day?" A Siren's gem, or a chest of dwarven gold? ”

"It's the pit at the bottom of the bag, including all the belongings in it." Frodo said, remembering the ring that Gandalf had solemnly confessed.

The single-ring ring, which had no bright spots, looked so unremarkable and unpretentious that it was like a child's toy, but why would Gandalf allow himself to hide it and not wear his fingers no matter what happened?

Frodo couldn't figure it out, but he obediently did.

"My second uncle went to the northern homeless market yesterday to sell goods, do you know what he heard?" Sam pretended to be mysterious.

"What? Don't sell it. Frodo didn't bother to guess and urged.

Sam sat up straight, "The rumored dragon Smaug has come back to life!" ”

Frodo also stood up in surprise, "But didn't my uncle say that he saw Smaug shot to death by Bard the Dragon Slayer?" How can it be resurrected? ”

Sam shrugged his shoulders innocently, "I didn't know, I heard that Smaug went to the evil Rune, defeated countless brutal Dongyi people, and fought fiercely with ugly orcs!" ”

Frodo was puzzled for a moment, the dragon clan has always had a bad reputation in Middle-earth, and has always been synonymous with greed and tyranny.

The two were chatting, and a drop of rain the size of a bean fell unconsciously, pouring the two of them on their heads.

They weren't annoyed, they got wet, and you ran after me down the trails and back to Sam's house.

The small but warm room is full of security, and the stone pot with two ears is boiling hot spice and vegetable soup, and the boiling bubbles send out the rich aroma and fill every corner.

Sam's mom slices a curved smoked sausage and places it on the same plate as a few pieces of doughnut-shaped coarse grain bread.

She glanced back, "You two hurry up and wash your hands and feet and get ready for lunch." ”

Sam's father was the gardener of Old Bilbo in the pouch, and Sam succeeded his father as Frodo's gardener, so the relationship between the two was that of master and servant, of course, the latter was more, and Frodo did not treat him as a servant.

Sam's family completely treats Frodo as a relative.

Creak~

Sam's father pushed the door open and took off his soaked coat, "It's raining so hard, it's as dark as twelve o'clock in the evening, Sam, when the rain stops you go and trim the garden in the hole at the bottom of the bag, it's sure to be full of petals." ”

Inexplicably, everyone looked out the window in unison, and the dark sky swept through the terrible thunder and lightning from time to time, and the rolling dark clouds were like gathered ghosts.

A panic sprouted in their hearts, and the four of them felt indescribably depressed.

"Huh? Something seems to be moving there! Frodo exclaimed in astonishment, and reached out to the distant sky.

"The wind has blown the clouds away, right? Don't scare me. Sam shuddered.

"Eat and eat, you should drink hot soup in this bad weather." Mother Sam brought bowls of fragrant soup, which instantly diluted the horror of several people.

As Sam took the lead, the atmosphere at the dinner table was brightened, and the storm outside the house made people feel reassured.

However, that is until Sam casually glances at the window.

"Ahh

……

"Why is this kid yelling so loudly~"

Chu Xin put his burning right eye close to the window, and peeked at the four people in the room through the glass window.

Sure that Frodo was inside, he politely knocked on the wooden door with a fingerbone.

Bang bang!

Unfortunately, I don't know if he was too strong, or the door was too brittle, and it collapsed along with the door frame, and the bitter cold wind rushed into the house, blowing the four of them all over the mess, and the biting cold air also made them realize that all this was not a hallucination.

A terrifying skull is staring at them with strange eyes!

It's just that the head is so huge, and the whole body can't be compared to a castle?

"Stand back!"

Sam's father protected the three of them behind him, tremblingly picked up the small dinner knife on the table, and confronted Chu Xin with a pale face.

"What the hell is that~" Mother Sam almost groaned.

Because of their limited vision, they are completely sitting in a well and watching the sky, so they can't tell what is going on outside the window.

"Run, run~" Frodo quickly opened the back door and dragged Sam's mother and son out of the door.

Sam's father followed suit, and the slippery grass made him fall on a.

The torrential rain continued, and the wind carried the raindrops on their cheeks, blurring their vision.

Wow!

With a flap of their wings, the four people who turned back brushed their stunned spots, and looked up at the pale dragon with their mouths closed.

"I have a bold guess." Sam said bitterly.

"I have it too." The corners of Frodo's mouth twitched.

At this moment, almost the entire residents of Xiaertun saw Chu Xin soaring into the sky.

Stunned faces pressed against the window, clear dragon roars and real images told them that it wasn't Gandalf's dragon fireworks that had been lit in front of them.

"The rumored resurrection dragon, Smaug!" Sam's second uncle walked out of the room in shock, covering his forehead in disbelief.

People who didn't slow down at all went out one after another, regardless of the rain getting wet.

Boom!

Chu Xin jumped down, blocking in front of Frodo, and stepped his feet out of two huge craters on the pavement of the Shire Center Square.

He slowly lowered his head and stared directly at the trembling Frodo, "I have no ill intentions, I just came to pick up an item." ”

Frodo's mind was too foggy to think of any treasures worth the dragon's coveting.

"Hey, what does it want, give it to it quickly, let's save our lives first~ Don't provoke it." Sam whispered.

Suddenly, Frodo remembered the inconspicuous ring.

But Gandalf's repeated admonitions echoed in his mind, and his face struggled to hesitate.

"Your choice will affect my attitude towards you, that item will only bring bad luck to you and your friends, even death," Chu Xin looked around fiercely, threatening unabashedly, "For example, now, the ring and the charr, choose one." ”

Such a heavy choice immediately made Frodo stumble under his feet.

He realizes that his next words will determine the fate of the hobbit.

On the one hand, Gandalf's entrustment, on the other hand, the life and death of the people.

There is no need to hesitate in the slightest on this question.

"Okay, I'll give it to you, but you have to promise that you will never hurt everyone!" Frodo shouted with all his courage.

The angle and height of the station are different, and his choice is expected by Chu Xin.

"I promise, leave the charr as soon as I get it." Chu Xin replied.

It would be wiser to do this than to slaughter them directly, after all, even if he killed all the hobbits, he would not know where Frodo had hidden the One Ring.

What's more, Chu Xin is not a murderer with a cerebral convulsion, and he will not engage in meaningless, goalless and profitless killing.

"Come with me, I didn't take it with me." Frodo walked out alone.

"Frodo~" Sam shouted worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Frodo gave his friend a reassuring look, but the next second, his face changed dramatically, and he screamed directly.

Call!

Because Chu Xin picked him up with one paw, and then jumped over the hill and came to the bottom of the bag at a relatively high position.

Frodo didn't say anything, pushed open the door with a vague step, turned his head, and said, "Wait for me outside." ”

Chu Xin waited patiently, knowing that Frodo would not take the lives of the entire clan as child's play.

No, a few minutes later, Frodo came out with a small box in his arms, and said with mixed feelings, "You swear by Smaug's name, you will never break your word!" ”

"The little guy is quite bold," Chu Xin didn't care, "Okay, if I Smaug breaks his promise, I will definitely be crushed and bones." ”

Frodo was also a little stunned, how could this evil dragon be so different from the rumored description? Has it always been so polite? Could it be that he lost his brain after the resurrection?

"What the hell is this?" Frodo asked.

"Evil things that bring bad luck and death." Chu Xin explained vaguely.

He then asked Frodo to open it.

When the lid was lifted, the golden Supreme Ring was imprinted into Chu Xin's eyes for the first time.

Buzz ~ boom!

Just by looking at it, Chu Xin felt that a nuclear bomb had exploded in his mind, and the illusory heat was scorching his soul.

The moment Chu Xin stretched out his finger to touch it, a terrible demon sound chattered in his ears, as if countless soul-hooking tentacles spread out from the abyss, entangling Chu Xin from head to toe, trying to drill into every pore and occupy his body and mind.

Airplanes!

A large, burning magic eye loomed in front of him.

Suddenly, all the senses became empty, and the sight and hearing from far and near made the whole world stumble, and the mood suddenly became loud, tempered, cold and bloodthirsty.

An inexplicable thought came to me: wear that ring, get it, and I get the most precious thing in the world! Snatch it away, the dwarf in front of you is an abominable thief, kill him, kill him, and then you can have the treasure to yourself! Quick, quick, quick, he's going to run away with the baby, and you only have this one chance! Kill him, kill him, kill him!

All kinds of evil thoughts are like wildfires bathed in a strong wind, swaying and growing wantonly.

"It's a whisper from Cthulhu, right?" Chu Xin, who came back to his senses, muttered to himself.

With such a violent and sustained spiritual impact, it is no wonder that few people can resist the temptation and bewitchment of the Supreme Ring.

However, in Chu Xin's opinion, it's okay~

To say that there is no impact at all, it is impossible, and it is indeed upset that a large swarm of flies "buzzes" around the body 360 degrees, and no matter how much you wave your hand, you can't get rid of it.

However, for Chu Xin, only the first ten seconds are particularly serious.

Gradually, I miraculously adapted a lot, until it didn't work.

He guessed that it was time and time again, forging his spirit, will, and soul as solid as a rock, plus different character cards to superimpose the thickness of the soul layer by layer, sewing and strengthening it from many aspects, and he himself was very tenacious, otherwise he would not be able to seamlessly switch between "stability" and "waves", let alone find himself from the sea of corpses and blood.

Even a Maian sub-god like Gandalf didn't dare to touch the Supreme Ring at will, for fear of being controlled by evil spirits, after all, Sauron was among the best among the Maia and had extremely strong overall strength.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Chu Xin's soul is invincible, just that Sauron's magic ring alone is far from being able to harm him.

In this world, if you want to traumatize Chu Xin's soul level, how can you have to end up with the Protoss himself.

At this moment, the One Ring, which has a little self-awareness, has ten thousand cordial greetings that he wants to blurt out.

It's never met someone with such a high level of adaptability and immunity!

How lucky are you?

In the past few hundred years, how have you met a guy who is superior in magic resistance?

After all, the One Ring needs to bewitch the ring-bearer to put it on in order to connect with the distant Sauron, and then locate and track, otherwise Sauron would not be able to perceive the ring alone.

And Bilbo and Frodo's magic resistance is very high, and their resistance to magic is extraordinary, which makes the Supreme Ring very depressed, and he feels that it is really planted in the hands of this pair of uncles and nephews.

Chu Xin's arrival made the Lord of the Rings feel pleasantly surprised, thinking that there would be a good turnaround, as long as Chu Xin was bewitched, he was reduced to a walking corpse-like ring spirit, and then controlled him to go to Mordor.

It's a pity that it backfired, Chu Xin did suffer a spiritual impact at the beginning, but after a short period of adaptation and confrontation, the thick and strong soul completely formed a defensive barrier against the magic ring.

If the One Ring could speak, it would have exploded a long time ago!

"What are you going to do with it?" Perhaps it was because of Chu Xin's friendly communication, Frodo's questions couldn't help but be too much.

"The less you know, the safer and happier you are." Chu Xin perfectly suppressed the evil thoughts that had been sprouting in his heart, and twisted the Supreme Ring from the box with two fingertips.

Frodo used an iron chain to tie the ring, and Chu Xin hung it directly on a small bone on the inside of his sternum, tied it hard, and then flapped his wings violently a few times to make sure that he would not be thrown out.

"Are you really Smaug?" Frodo asked, confused.

"The Smaug of the past is dead, and although I am Smaug, I am completely different." Chu Xin said.

Generally speaking, he doesn't like and is unwilling to inherit the grievances and sins of his predecessor, which makes him feel unhappy that he is a big wrong.

Frodo digested Chu Xin's answer and realized that the skeleton dragon in front of him seemed to be quite reasonable.

Whew~

Just as he was about to ask something, Chu Xin had already flapped his wings and disappeared without a trace in the surprising gaze of countless hobbits for the rest of their lives.

As he left, the boundless clouds gradually dissipated, and the storm also stopped, and if it were not for the cracked depression in the square, it was as if everyone had a thrilling nightmare together. (End of chapter)