End of the Sky

"I don't know. I have amnesia."

Russell looked dumbfounded and frowned, as if remembering when he had learned magic.

Aragon: "..."

Fart's amnesia, if I still believe that you have amnesia, I am a hammer!

Aragorn grunted, not wanting to take care of Russell, and carried his sword toward the two black demon horses. They are spiritual mounts, born of nightmares in the dark, highly toxic in the breath, and spreading a disease called black shadow, which should not be left alone.

"Wait, don't be impatient, Aragon, keep your horse under the sword!"

"What's wrong?" Aragon turned his head in confusion.

"What species are these two horses?" Russell's eyes shone, and the dark horses were healthy and handsome.

"nightmare!"

"Nightmare, good name, good name ..." Russell wiped his saliva: "It sounds delicious!"

Aragon: "..."

Hobbit:"……"

nightmare:"……"

"Mutual blunder is pure blunder!" When he noticed the strange eyes of everyone, Russell gave a weak cough. "I mean, our horse was killed by the Spirit, and it took too much time to rush to Rivendell on foot. They were just repelled for a while, and they must be stronger again after the comeback. The two horses can't be killed. "

"Russell, Nightmare is a magical creature born in the dark, can't ... eat!" Aragon looked strange. Although Russell said exactly the same, Harrah's DC was not convincing.

"It's okay. I learned to cook in a pot some time ago. I can add recipes as long as I am alive."

"Aren't you having amnesia?" Aragorn asked quietly.

"Are you stupid, do you believe it?" Russell answered with confidence and looked at the mentally handicapped.

Aragon: "..."

Regardless of Aragorn's black line, Russell walked over his **** and bumped him away, holding the two reins of Nightmare. Nightmare naturally reluctant to cooperate, ringing his nose again and again, raising his forefoot and stepping towards Russell.

Crackling!

Nightmare: _ (: 马 ”∠) _

The nightmare corpses on the ground can't be wasted. The poor people's food is carefully calculated. Russell took out the rope and tied two horse legs to prepare for dinner tonight.

Seeing that Russell had come true, Aragorn hurriedly said, "No, let's not talk about whether Nightmare can eat or not. Just ordinary people staying with them for a long time will get black shadow disease."

"Incurable?" Russell asked, turning his head.

"That's not true. There is an herbal medicine called 'King's Sword' that can be treated and prevented, as long as the poisoning does not last long."

"OK, let's find the sword of the king!"

Russell jumped up into the nightmare, and the latter dared to resist, crackling and being honest.

"Frodo, and who, who, and who, you have a good night tonight. Nightmare is not for everyone." Russell waved his hand and drove down the tower from the tower.

The four Frodo opened their mouths and went back to God to look at Aragon. They wanted to hear his opinions. Can nightmare eat?

"Let's go, we five ... ride one."

Aragon had a black line on his face, and Russell was a huge pit in the dark, but he had no good choice but to jump in with his nose. He himself also talked about it, knowing that Russell was intent on riding a nightmare to Rivendell, the only idea was to quickly find the sword of Wang.

...

At midnight, the hustle and bustle of the forest was dead, and the animals that were active during the day disappeared, all disappeared.

But this is just a normal creature. The abnormal monsters are dispatched at night. A moonlight drips through the leafy branches and shines a scarlet black crow.

Strange screams echoed in the air, and along the **** air, you could find a cluster of burning bonfires, and a gurgling cauldron.

Russell sneered, boiled the water in the pot, and under the light of the fire, his features were extremely embarrassing.

Four Frodo biting an apple on the side, hesitated, and the Hobbit's food attributes are not small. Six meals a day, they can take half their lives for one less meal. It is just time for supper. .

But is nightmare really edible?

By the way, the iron pan is what they provide, it is just to **** the Supreme Lord of the Rings. It is not necessary to change clothes. The iron pan must be brought.

Two nightmares were tied to one side, and when they saw their companions coming down the pot, they both murmured, as if seeing their own destiny. In fact, they are thinking too much. Russell is making fortifications, and unless they are really delicious, they will not operate on them.

"Why hasn't Aragon arrived? It takes so long to find some herbs." Russell frowned, and four of Frodo looked at the fire, disappearing in the dense forest.

In the dense forest, Aragorn waved his sword with a vague expression, and squatted down and examined each time he encountered a bush, his heart was very aggrieved.

"Well, I'm also a big stepper ... well, cough, the famous walker, and the well-known ranger, was actually sent out in the middle of the night to find ingredients. It was really careless to make friends.

Ahead, the last medicinal herbs appeared, and Aragón crouched down, dejected ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~, dug out the herbs and put them in the rucksack behind him.

"It's finally settled, and I won't venture with him next time ..."

At that point, Aragorn shut his mouth decisively, and a sharp long sword arrived at his neck. Someone came behind him.

"What's the matter, the famous demeanor ... Big strider, there is no defense at all."

Hearing the cold female voice behind him, Aragorn's tight muscles relaxed instantly and rolled his eyes silently. The visitor was a friend, and his elf girlfriend Arwen.

"That's because of the deeds ... The strider gave me his back!"

There was another sound, Russell appeared behind Arwin, and the Edman alloy knife holder was on her slender neck.

【Ding】

[The host contacts the plot character Arwin, triggers the draw, and gets two chances to draw. Do you want to draw now? 】

Arwin, where does this name seem to have been heard?

Aragon hurriedly explained, "Russell, she is not the enemy, it is me ..."

Russell only heard the first half of the sentence. When Arwin turned around, the latter couldn't hear it, because the female elf in front of her was so amazing.

As if Wen Yu's skin is as white as snow, her face is beautiful, her eyes are clear, and the most shocking is her temperament. The fresh and natural breath emitted from the inside to the outside is painted into a beautiful picture.

Russell was shocked to heaven. Is this an elf? It's so beautiful. Also, who said that elves are angel faces, flat bodies, obviously deceiving!

This pi! This Pythagorean Theorem! This trigonometric function! Obviously a terrible inducement formula!

? (???)?

"Beauty, robbery?" Russell immediately changed his style of painting: "This is wrong, Aragorn has no money, no color, no special skills, grab me!"

Arwin: "Your friend?"

Aragon: "Don't remember, I have amnesia!"