The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Frodo meditated. This was the first time he had left the Shire and went so far away. Perhaps compared with the lonely mountain or river valley in the story told by Bilbo, Bree seemed as close as he had just left the house. In June, Gandalf came to the Shire and told him that the ring that Bilbo left for him was a ring of power related to the Dark Lord, and that he wanted him to leave the Shire and go to Bury as soon as possible. , The wizard will wait for himself in Bree.

He thought that when he arrived in Bree, it was all over. Along the way, the ghost rider was chasing him. He could feel that when the ghost rider approached, the ring was hot in his palm. Everything told him that this was not a story at all. The monster came out of the story. He thought Gandalf would take care of the next thing and take care of everything.

But now, Gandalf is not there.

What should he do?

"You are late, young master."

Suddenly, the voice in front of him startled him. Frodo stood up abruptly, subconsciously trying to take a step back, but the bench behind him made him lose his balance.

"Be careful!"

The man in the cloak stretched out his hand and grabbed Frodo by the shoulder before he fell back to the ground: "If you have to slam your head every time you stand up, I doubt how you got to Bree. Of."

"You, who are you?"

Frodo's whole body was tense, he opened his eyes wide, and glanced around subconsciously, looking for a helper.

"So forget me?"

Ze Lin released his hand and took off his hood: "I thought you had a much better memory than Bilbo."

Fo Luo exhaled heavily and sat back on the wooden chair again, with a frightened look: "You scared me, Zelin." He held the cup in front of him with both hands: "Why are you here? Did Bilbo make you come?"

"Yes, Bilbo asked me to find you before you were scared to death by your own cranky thoughts." Zelin joked, and then laughed: "You still came, I just arrived in Bree today, and I found you It didn't come at all. I thought you had forgotten about it..." His eyes drooped, and there was no decoration on Frodo's fingers: "Did you bring things?"

Frodo nodded: "Where is Gandalf?"

"I don't know either." Zelin frowned, "The last time I saw him was more than half a year ago. But you are fine."

Suddenly, Zelin felt something quietly approaching behind him.

As soon as his hand was placed on the hilt, Frodo stood up and looked over Zelin's shoulder: "Don't, Sam, he is Bilbo's friend!"

As soon as he prepared the wooden chair, Sam, who was about to aim at the back of the demon hunter's head, stopped in midair.

Chapter 2389 Ring Spirit

(PS: Today’s third update)

"This is Sam."

After clearing the misunderstanding, Frodo introduced his companion to Zelin: "Gandalf asked him to come with me."

"The companion Gandalf chose for you? Well, very good, I have to say, you are here at a very good time. You came soon after I fell asleep. Then, let's set off as soon as possible, from here to Rivendell, If I have to walk on two legs for half a month, but I have a horse, it should be okay to just send you there." Zelin rubbed the corners of his eyes that were a bit astringent. For some reason, he woke up in a palpitating heart. Tell him that there is something worth noting nearby, and it turns out that his instincts are right. Frodo came to the Prancing Horse Inn in the middle of the night: "Drink some water and take a break. Have you ever had any trouble along the way?"

"The black knight." Sam looked honest, his hands on his lap, a little scared in his memory: "The black knight has been chasing us, at the ferry west of Bree, we got rid of them."

"There are three." Frodo continued: "I saw three black knights at the time. They ran by the side of the road, as if they were going to cross the river from other places."

On the table in front of them were a glass full of beer, a few pieces of dry cheese, apples and a small plate of meat.

"I have dealt with them." Zelin frowned: "If the Dark Lord sends you to find you, then there can be only three, nine black knights will act at the same time. They are not afraid of water, Frodo , I don’t know why they choose to take a detour. Maybe it’s because they don’t want to give up their horses, or their power has become weaker.”

"You know how to deal with them, don't you?" Sam asked, "A few times, they almost caught us."

"Of course I know." Zelin frowned: "After crossing the ferry, you haven't seen the black knight again?"

"No, and I changed my name." Frodo nodded vigorously: "Before Gandalf left the Shire, he said, don't use Barkins's surname, it's not safe, so let me change my surname, called Yamashita... ...."

"Bakins? I know!"

A voice came from the counter, and the guests around the counter looked at where Frodo was: "He is there, Frodo Barkins, I am his cousin... ..."

Noting Frodo's gaze, the hobbit, who was surrounded by human guests, held out three fingers while holding the beer mug, and said hello: "It's also his watch..."

Frodo stood up abruptly.

But Zelin's hand pressed his shoulder first: "Who is he?" Zelin looked at the counter warily: "He knows you?"

"He came with us, called Pipin." Sam said quickly, not knowing why, the man in front of him gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Well, I see, you stay here and continue to eat. You have to regain your strength. You all have to regain strength and get ready for the next journey."

Zelin pushed Frodo back on the wooden chair, turned and walked towards the hobbit surrounded by human guests. Sam glanced at Zelin, then at his eyelids: "I'll go there too." He stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, Lord Frodo."

Sam squeezed the crowd, and Pipin’s endless storytelling voice could still be heard in the noisy hall: "It’s a letter to Frodo? Ha, that’s right, it’s him, I don’t know why he calls himself the foot of the mountain. Sir, this name is so stupid, what kind of ghost name is under the mountain..."

"Is the beer good?"

Zelin squeezed the crowd and walked to Pi Pin, "Should I have another drink?"

Noting the bad tone of the demon hunter, the onlookers around turned around and avoided the position.

Pipin looked up and down Zelin: "Who are you, long-legged man?"

"I remember you came with Mr. Yamashita, what's the matter with Frodo?" Zelin frowned, "Has he not told you about the Yamashita?"

"We met Pipin and Meri halfway." Sam who rushed over quickly explained to Zelin: "Frodo didn't tell them about this."

"What's the matter?" There was still beer foam at the corner of Pipin's mouth: "Is it coming to Bree to find the gray-robed wizard? I know about it. Sam, hurry up and tell Frodo. Here's a letter for him. "

"No need to believe it." Zelin took a deep breath: "We are leaving soon. That's right, it's us, me and you."

After Zelin arrived at the inn, Aragorn told the demon hunter that he still had a residence in Burri, which was relatively safe and could be used as a temporary resting place. The rangers in the north would often bring the detected news here. Others exchange with each other. If you find Frodo, it is best not to bring Frodo directly to the Prancing Horse Inn. This is the largest hotel in the neighborhood. There are many people and eyes, and if the Jie Ling wants to break in, no one can stop them. Buli’s city walls may be able to stop wild beasts, but for the Ring Spirit, Buli is no different from a simple camp.

Zelin agreed with this. In Mordor's time, the strongest half-orc fortress under Talion's control, one or two ring spirit attacks could bring a lot of pressure.

"Leave now? We just arrived."

Pipin showed an unbelievable look: "And the rain outside is so heavy, at least you have to wait until the rain stops, and then leave after eating supper? Please, this is dinner!"

"I'm afraid not." Zelin put his hands together, and gently rubbed the ring on his right index finger with the fingers of his left hand: "As far as I know, the black knight doesn't care about dinner and wind and rain."

Suddenly, Zelin felt Frid's body pressed against his back, and a slightly humid smell drifted into his nose.

"Something is coming." When Zelin noticed Frodo, he asked Tofred to guard near the wall of Brie: "Riding a horse, very fast."

"Outside the city walls?"

"A range of about one kilometer, maybe it's already fast."

"Hey, who are you talking to?" Pipin took another sip of beer. "What's wrong? Your face is not very good."