The Journey of the Demon Hunter

It's raining heavily.

The rain was crackling against the glass windows, and the two woods in the fireplace glowed red and exuded a weak temperature.

Zelin was lying on the bed, looking at the dusty beams of the room, Frid sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes closed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The demon hunter has never wanted to continue wearing the ring of strength. There are some problems, or rather, the problem is very serious. But King Elrond believes that Zelin has been holding this ring for a long time, and it is best that he only wear the ring, lest the ring of power affect more people.

"Need investigation?"

Freid asked in a low voice.

"Detection?"

"Magic Shadow." She said, "I can look for them."

"No need." Zelin closed his eyes: "What we have to do now is to **** a person to a safe place, not take the initiative to attack. You don't know the power of the ring spirits, Frid, maybe their fighting skills are average, But as long as they appear, even the bravest fighters will have fear in their hearts. Not to mention, they will not be killed at all, at most they can only be expelled temporarily. If you defeat them with a weapon today, maybe tomorrow they will appear in another. A place."

"I understand."

Frid nodded, her voice was calm, as if nothing could make her emotionally fluctuating.

"Take a break. If we're lucky, we don't need to fight anyone to get back to Rivendell safely."

The Shire is located on the plain on the west side of the Misty Mountains, and Mordor is located in the east of this land. Gondor, Rohan, Lothlorien, and Rivendell, these four kingdoms at the foot of the lynx form a line of defense. Blocked the way Mordor sent the orcs to the inland. Therefore, compared with the places on the east side of the Misty Mountains like Gushan, the wasteland where the Shire is located is much safer. The human rangers in the north are scattered in the wasteland, and not many monsters can escape their eyes.

"Don't you rest?"

"I'm not tired."

Frid said dryly.

She is not good at lying. Zelin closed his eyes and thought. She has never been good at talking.

Without thinking about anything, Zelin gradually fell asleep considering what to do after seeing Frodo.

After a while, it seemed that he was waiting for Zelin to fall asleep, and Freid, who had been silent, took a deep breath, unbuttoned his robe, and got into the bedding.

That's fine.

Ash does not need to sleep, she can close her eyes and leave before the people around her wake up.

With his forehead resting on his chest, Frid lay quietly beside her, cherishing this rare time.

If he was being hunted down as an undead, if Zelin could come by his side, or his destiny would change like others. Maybe Zelin will help them block the chasing soldiers, and she will not hide in the ruins of Little Lund with the other two sisters, let alone see the world serpent and establish a black church. She believed this, Zelin would not just ignore their experience, he would never leave when nothing happened when he saw this kind of thing.

I don't know if Yulia and Lilianne will hate Zelin like Yusevka's sister.

Maybe not.

If the black church hadn't been established, they would definitely still live together to avoid the knights who were hunting them down.

Suddenly, a little movement of the people around him interrupted Frid's fantasy.

Zelin sat up abruptly, frowning and looking at the window behind him. To the person lying next to him, he just glanced in surprise, and then pressed his hand on the ebony blade under the pillow.

"I feel something is wrong, Frid... something is coming."

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ps: The third one is at half past seven, sorry

Chapter 2388 The Ring Bearer

"The Hobbit."

The humpbacked gatekeeper opened the window on the wooden door, and after seeing the brim of the emerald green cloak, he bent down and opened the small wooden window below.

"It's actually four hobbits. You actually left the Shire to come here. What are you doing here when it's still so late?"

The gatekeeper frowned, the rain washed over the stone wall and the ground was muddy. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the gatekeeper asked loudly again: "Who are you? What are you doing in Bree?!"

"We are from the Shire, and we are going to the Prancing Horse Inn." Frodo opened his eyes wide: "It's my business to do what you do!"

The gatekeeper pursed his mouth and closed the wooden window with a snap. The two hobbits behind Frodo looked at each other, and after two seconds, the wooden door opened a gap, and the hobbits filed in sideways.

"Sorry, there are always some weird people wandering around recently. It's always right to be careful."

The gatekeeper explained to Frodo: "The Prancing Horse Inn is on the other side. Just walk down this road."

Frodo didn't even have time to say thank you, and together with the others around him, he quickly walked towards the direction of the Prancing Horse Inn. People came and went in the streets, and people rushed back to a place where they could shelter from the rain. Frodo ran against the crowd, bumping into many people, and drew many complaints of dissatisfaction.

Even at night, there are still a lot of guests in the Prancing Horse Inn. Many people gathered together, perhaps because the heavy rain made them consider that they could not go out the next day or had no work to do, so they decided to party all night.

After the heat wave in the hotel dispelled the chill from his body, Frodo slowed down, his eyes wandering among the many guests, hoping to find a familiar figure.

"Excuse me."

The innkeeper poked his head out from behind the counter. He looked around, then lowered his eyes and noticed the four figures standing under the counter.

"Good night, distinguished guest, do you need any service? If you want to take a rest, we have a comfortable room for hobbits. We are always happy to serve small people. What is your last name?"

"Mountain." Frodo said: "My name is Yamashita, from Shire." He hesitated for a moment before continuing: "It's a friend of Gandalf the gray-robed wizard. Can you tell him we're here?"

"Gandalf? Oh, it's weird today. Many people are asking me about Gandalf. I know him. He has been here many times."

Frodo smiled with joy: "Where is he?"

The innkeeper wiped his thin-haired head: "I'm sorry, I still have to say, I haven't seen the gray-robed wizard Gandalf for three months. He has never appeared."

"Oh..."

The joy on his face instantly turned into disappointment.

"Please sit down, guests, there is another place over there."

Frodo sat sadly at the wooden table, but his three companions did not worry at all.

"Let me say, why don't we go back to the Shire directly?" said a hobbit: "Gandalf went to the Shire more than once. Maybe it won't be long before we can see him in the Shire."

"Gandalf will be here." Frodo didn't know this was the first few times it was repeated: "He said he would come to the Prancing Horse Inn, so he would definitely come. Meri, you don't have to come here to take risks with me. , You can go back."

"Please, how is this possible. The people of Brandy Deer won't go back halfway." The Hobbit, known as Meri, took a sip of beer and opened his eyes: "Hey, Pipin! Try this. This is beer, beer!"

"Oh? I wanted to try it a long time ago." The other hobbit raised his eyebrows. A smirk appeared on his face: "Hurry up, let's go, go to the counter, come on!"

After the two hobbits disappeared on the other side, they stayed beside Frodo. The slightly fat hobbit also stood up: "I'll ask the room, Lord Frodo."

Frodo didn't say much, he just nodded.

"Yeah."