The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Frid thought for a few seconds: "Wait for me here."

After all, her figure disappeared into the air in front of the others.

"Are you okay, Frodo?" Sam lowered his head quickly, rummaging through the package for a water bag. He took out a water bag, but it was dry. He found another one, but there was no drop of water in it: "Frodo?!"

"I'm okay, Sam." Fro was panting heavily, half sitting on the ground in embarrassment, his cloak and clothes covered with dust: "We have reached the foot of the Doomsday Volcano, we... we I will definitely win."

Six months ago, they were still in the Shire, enjoying the most common, monotonous and repetitive life that everyone would have. Who would have thought that one day they would come to Mordor where countless warriors dared not set foot.

"Sorry, Frodo." Bilbo rubbed the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry, I got you involved in this matter."

After a while, Frid appeared beside them, dragging the corpses of three half-orcs behind them.

"Remove their armor." She said coldly, "Perhaps you can put it on."

Half-orcs are slightly taller than hobbits, but some half-orcs are about the same height. Sauron mobilized almost all the half-orcs in Mordor to join the army, including the small and thin half-orcs slaves. Frid easily found these excluded slaves on the edge of the camp. The army of all orc slaves camped at the extreme edge. The power-loving half-orcs were unwilling to let them enter those huge camps or be equal to themselves. Live on a piece of land.

"These half-orcs have no detective means." Frid watched as they put the half-orcs' armor on their bodies: "As far as I know, there is a ring that can make the wearer disappear."

"He can't wear a ring." Sam picked up a tumbler, and the smell of a half-orc made him pursed his mouth with an expression of pain: "Frodo can't wear a ring, that burdens him too much."

"Why must he throw the ring into the Doomsday Volcano?" Frid said suddenly, and Sam and Bilbo were startled when they put on the armor: "We only need to walk up to the foot of the volcano and throw the ring into the lava. , Everything is over."

"What are you talking about?" Sam's eyes widened in surprise: "He did this, of course, because Frodo can resist the Supreme Lord of the Rings. Didn't you see Polomo? No human warrior can reach the Supreme Lord of the Rings. Temptation, do you still have to lose the opportunity to throw the ring into the volcano as it did in the past? I heard that story in Rivendell."

"But he can't walk anymore." Frid looked at Frodo, and he put a boot on his foot when Bilbo and Sam put on the breastplate. They all took off their cloaks, wearing only shirts and suspenders: "This distance is very close...for me."

"...What do you want to do?"

"Give me the ring." Frid stretched out her hand in a calm voice. In her eyes, Sam didn't see any greed or hot desire, but her request was chilling: "This is the best way. Put on your armor and stay here. The half-orcs will not find you, and find that you can hide your identity by armor. I took the ring to the volcano, threw it away, and then came back to **** you away. For your safety, You go through the orc camp together, it's too dangerous."

"...... No." Frodo shook his head weakly: "I can't give you the ring."

"Why?" Frid narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is the wisest decision. Why are you taking the risk?"

"No, I said that I would personally send the Lord of the Rings to the Doomsday Volcano. I must do this." Frodo took a deep breath and shouted as if exhausting all his strength, "I would rather not **** you. I won't give you the ring!"

After all, Frodo stood up as if he was about to escape from here, but he just took two steps before he fell backward.

"Frodo!" Bilbo hurriedly supported Frodo's shoulder to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"Why do you have to take the ring?! Not long ago you said that you would definitely **** us to our destination safely!" Sam ran to the two of them, blocking between Frodo and Frid, "Don't you understand? When you want to get the supreme lord of the ring, you have already begun to be used by the ring!"

"No, that's not what I meant..." Freid showed a confused look: "I have indeed been tempted by certain forces, and it is difficult to extricate myself. This ring is very different from the power that tempts me. Big. I....... Just want to provide a safer suggestion. Why does he refuse to give up the ring? I can send it up for him. If he can't bear it, he doesn't give up the ring, isn't it? Was it used by the ring?"

Under Zelin's ears and eyes, Frid gradually learned a lot of ways of speaking.

Although she is more willing to make direct requests, or use actions to show what she wants to do and her attitude towards something.

"This happened because of me." Bilbo said slowly. He supported Frodo, who was in a coma, with his right hand on Frodo's chest: "It should also be ended by me. Sam, Ms. Frid. That's right. Frodo has already carried so many burdens that he shouldn't bear. It is already very good that he can walk here, and leave the rest to me to go on."

"Mr. Bilbo?" Sam turned his head suspiciously.

"I'm here to take this last step." Bilbo said firmly, and he looked at the nun again: "Ms. Frid, please follow me behind me, if at the end, I fail to complete all of this... .Help me once."

Chapter 2533: Acute Wisdom

Bilbo looked through the gap in his helmet, watching the Orc soldiers coming and going nearby.

When he took off the iron chain that hung the Supreme Lord of the Rings, he clearly felt the burden that Frodo was bearing, how heavy it was. The weight almost made him unable to lift his head. He couldn't even put the ring in his pocket, because the ring would make a hole in the pocket and fall to the ground.

This ring tried to escape him all the time.

"There is a patrol on the right." Fried's voice appeared in Bilbo's ear: "Go to the left. There is a tent on the left. Go in. The orcs inside have been cleared by me."

Bilbo walked to the left. There were many tents on the left. Many half-orcs were standing in front of the tent, talking with other half-orcs, or several people were eating a decaying giant wolf carcass. They were short and thin, and many half-orcs. The armor even only has helmets or gloves. In the Mordor army, this may be the worst equipped. Most of the heavily armed half-orcs died in the Perano Plain.

"Is this?" Bilbo glanced back and forth, pretending to be relaxed, walking among the orcs. He felt that the blood he had when he went to the Gushan adventure had appeared in his body again.

"No, go further to the right."

Bilbo looked to the right. The curtain of a tent fell down, and there was no movement inside: "This?"

"No."

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and an orc with a broken nose came out from inside, just in time for a face-to-face encounter with Bilbo. The orc stared at Bilbo in confusion. The latter pretended to be okay, walked past the opponent, walked to the tent that Frid said, and naturally opened the curtain.

It's messy inside, even if it's seen by the sign of a half-orc, let alone a hobbit. Something was wrapped in a dirty blanket, and blood seeped out of it.

Put down the curtain and block the suspicious gaze from behind. Bilbo let out a long breath.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly to calm his mood, he could almost hear his heartbeat.

Bilbo finally decided to let Frodo stay there and be looked after by Sam. He really didn't want this young man to continue to suffer. Back then, Frodo's parents died in an accident and became orphans, but he was a good boy, so Bilbo chose him as his heir. He hopes that the wealth he left behind can bring Frodo a good life and let him come out of the shadow of losing his parents. Those wealth should be given to kind and good people, and their real value should be displayed in their hands.

If he knew at the time that such a decision would bring such heavy disaster and pain to his heirs, he would never choose anyone to inherit his property.

Frodo was already in a semi-conscious state, maybe the nun was right, he might have been unable to hold on.

If he hadn't separated from Thorin and the others, and hadn't fallen into the abyss where Gulu was hiding, what would everything look like now?

At this time, the sound of fabric tearing came from my ears.

Bilbo opened his eyes abruptly, and a hole was cut at the back of the camp opposite.

"Quickly leave. There is no patrol team outside." Frid's urging voice reached his ears: "I saw a herald coming into the camp."

"Okay, I'll go now." Bilbo did not hesitate, he squeezed out of the camp from the rift that Frid had cut for him. In front is a low wooden fence surrounding the city. Half-orcs have strong territorial rituals, even if they are camping, they will use things to divide their scope. The armor he was wearing affected Bilbo's movements. He climbed over the wooden fence a little funny, and rolled directly to the other side. Fortunately, there was a commotion in the camp at this time, and all the orcs were attracted to the past, and no one noticed the noise here.

After lying on the ground for a few seconds, Bilbo struggled to get up.

"Hi, there are deserters here!"

The yell of a half-orc almost stunned Bilbo.

He raised his head and saw a strong half-orc with a few entourages, running from a short distance: "Get up, trash! I know some of you will run away! Get up and get up!"

With that said, he walked over, raised his whip and drew it on Bilbo, and the remaining few orcs surrounded him.

"When working for the Dark Lord, none of you should try to escape!"

Bilbo raised his arm to block the whip. The whip hit his arms and thighs like raindrops. An orc bent down, grabbed his collar with both hands and lifted him up.

"Quickly roll back." It gave Bilbo a jerky push and returned him to the camp.

Bilbo slammed his back against the fence, and he quickly grasped the helmet to prevent it from falling off. The helmet didn't fit at all, and the orc's neck was too thick.

"Go back! The devil has ordered all of you to join the war! Go back to your troops!"