A Manga Striker of Fantasy Technology

Chapter 82, Raiders of Rohan

On the desert, Strange stood on a mound and looked into the distance, "Oh, this place..." The wind blew his red cloak, and a sense of elegance suddenly emerged.

"Let's go, Uncle Strange!" Little Olga Marie pulled Rastrange's cloak, "Sister Lily is still waiting for us!"

"Wait for us..." Strange looked at Olga Marie with dead fish eyes, "I'm afraid there is nothing to eat, or the food here is all eaten, and I want to go to the capital of Rohan!"

"But this is what we should do, and Gandalf is still standing there!" Olga Marie said softly.

"A kind of dark power surrounds him!" Strange rarely showed a serious look, "That may be..." The green gemstone on his neck gleamed, "The so-called ring spirits!" After the second time, they started their journey to Edoras, the capital of Rohan, and heard a lot about some important things that happened on this continent. Of course... Gandalf led the way.

"You mean that he has colluded with the so-called Mordor?" Olga Marie thought like a little adult, holding her chin.

"No, no, no!" Strange shook his head, "On the contrary, he should be incompatible with Mordor!" The green magic power is constantly turning, and images from the past unexpectedly emerge out of thin air. The sense of vicissitudes of history slowly spread, and the atmosphere of ancient times filled this place.

"This is...?" Olga Marie stared at Strange in surprise, "When...time!?!?" Her young face was almost distorted, "Are you recreating historical scenes?" She Take several deep breaths.

"Of course!" Strange's face turned pale, and even his red lips began to crack. "It was so easy in our original world!" The green magic light became more and more intense, and the green The precious stone began to shine with a strange brilliance, and a ripple slowly rippled on the precious stone.

"Let's forget it!" Olga Marie pressed Strange's hand, "I know this time!" She slowly pressed his arm down.

"Ha... ha... ha..." Strange dressed roughly, "It's... I won't be dead again!" His red cloak even took the initiative to wipe his sweat, "Haha!" Trange looked at his cloak in amazement, "Unbelievable!" He stroked the soft and smooth texture of the cloak.

"I'm going to meet the king of Rohan this time!" Lily actually took the initiative to walk in front of them, "Seeing that you didn't come, I came by myself!" She squinted at Strange, "I think we should hurry up Order!" Anyone with a discerning eye can see her eagerness to try.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Olga Marie patted the dust off her hands, looked at the sunny weather, and exhaled softly, "I'm afraid I can really see the scene of the Age of Gods!" She said to herself This experience is full of expectations.

"Let's go!" Strange took out a bottle of water from his portable space and poured it into his dry throat, as if he had encountered a sweet spring, nourishing his insides and flowing through his heart, "Gandalf should also Wait a minute!" After all, there is something to ask for, and it might be a good thing to have Gandalf, a local wizard, travel with him.

The three of them walked quietly towards the small tent that Gandalf had built. After a while, they saw Gandalf with a stick, his dusty robe fluttering in the wind, and his messy beard. It also drooped down, and the whole person did not look like a wizard.

"Hey, have you gone to see the scenery?" Gandalf nodded gratifiedly, "I've taken you there to see it, and I'm going to visit my friend!" His smile was very bright.

"Your friend?" Strange climbed on the horse awkwardly. As a modern person, it is understandable that he is not good at equestrian skills. At that time, there was another burst of helplessness. In a certain sense, a noble-type elite education is more rigorous and comprehensive than the education Strange received. He turned his head to Gandalf, "Could it be that the elves ?” He thought of the strange species.

"I have friends with elves, but they are not them. He is a hobbit, and he will be my future friend!" Gandalf's eyes showed no slightest contempt, "They are a very friendly race, without greed. , only good wine and barbecue, well, you should try it!" He stroked his beard.

"The Hobbit, isn't it the dwarf race in this world?" Olga Marie thought while resting her chin, "It should be the same friendly race!" She nodded.

Strange shook his head. After a detailed conversation with Gandalf, he understood more deeply that the hobbits are a branch of human beings.The diversity of human beings is also reflected in subspecies, such as skin color, language, and racial personality, and hobbits are one of them.Hobbit means "halfling" in Sindarin (a main Elvish language), referring to one of their distinctive features-their stature is very short.Hobbits should have started to differentiate in a very long time, so long that even they themselves have forgotten what kind of clan relationship they have with those humans of normal height.Over the long years, the Hobbits have gradually formed their own tribe and culture. It is generally believed that they like a leisurely, quiet, and stable pastoral life, and are happy to live a small life of seclusion and indifference to the world.

Lily did not speak, but stared at Gandalf's face, becoming interested in his words about future friends.

"Okay, don't talk much, let's go!" Although Gandalf said so, he still lifted the rein so unhurriedly to let the old horse under his feet run, and the old horse spit out the blood from its nose. After a few rough breaths, he snorted and started to walk slowly, and the sound of rattling footsteps reached people's ears.

The scenery of the grassland has always been the same, no one passed by here, "Is the king of Rohan?" Lily sat firmly on the horseback, looking at the wide grassland, "It should be the king of knights !” Only the king who races horses on the grassland is worthy of the title of knight king, “I hope that one day I can lead my knights to gallop on it!” Although she is the perfect knight king, she has no feelings for the long-cherished wish of all knights. it's the same.

Finally, the outline of a big city gradually came alive. Lily looked at the royal city in front of her eyes, "If... this is England..." She looked back, the so-called perfect king is not without wishes, just... "I didn't have the chance to realize my wish in the previous place!" A new world, of course, has new opportunities!

The wide iron gate began to rise, and the soldiers in iron clothes on the top stood there like withered pine, majestic and majestic, and the chilling atmosphere of the army suddenly radiated.

"Here we are!" Gandalf said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)