Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

Almost the second Frodo excitedly ran towards the bar, several pairs of eyes were already on him.

"Pippin, shut up!"

"What's wrong, Frodo?"

Frodo grabbed Pippin's shoulders and whispered:

"Gandalf said we can't reveal our identities, it will put us in danger!"

Pippin looked a little bewildered.

"Sorry, I didn't know…"

Thud.

Just then, another hand grabbed Frodo's shoulder.

Frodo suddenly turned his head and saw a man with a lewd appearance and dark skin staring at him, with malicious intent in his eyes.

A villain, or rather, a spy.

The word suddenly popped into Frodo's head.

Bilbo's storybook had descriptions of these people, they lived in inconspicuous corners of the town, specializing in betraying others.

But according to Bilbo, after returning from the Lonely Mountain, Bree had organized manpower to clean up spies and villains, so they should have disappeared long ago.

"I'd like you to come with me, dear Mr. Baggins."

Feeling the big hand on his shoulder grabbing harder and harder, making him a little sore, Frodo came back to his senses, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Remembering Gandalf's words again, he quickly shouted:

"Levi! Help!"

Thud.

A hand suddenly rested on the spy's shoulder, and at the same time, a dagger was held against his neck.

The innkeeper reacted before the spy, and he shouted: "Who are you, how dare you show your weapon here!?"

"Ranger of Bree," the man said lightly.

So the boss shut up.

In principle, this protected area prohibits disputes, but the person standing opposite is the principle that protects this place.

"You continue."

The Ranger withdrew his gaze, pressed down on the spy, and said sternly: "Be honest, come with me, and you, the shouting Hobbit, you come with me too, I need to know your purpose."

Thud.

Just as the Ranger, who had exposed his identity, was carrying out justice, another big hand patted him on the shoulder.

"Who… huh?"

The Ranger turned his head and saw a man nearly two meters tall standing behind him, dressed almost the same as himself.

"Lord Aragorn."

"Leave these Hobbits to me, I know them and can be responsible for them."

"Okay," the Ranger nodded.

Aragorn turned sideways, intending to give these Hobbits a good lecture—

Thud.

At this time, another hand rested on his shoulder.

Aragorn turned his head in silence.

"Gandalf!"

Frodo called out before him.

Aragorn looked down at the Hobbits, then turned to look at Gandalf, and couldn't help but sigh: "Today's surprises really come one after another."

"Indeed, a lot has happened on my side…"

Gandalf sighed, just about to say something, suddenly, the spy on the ground took advantage of the Ranger's distraction and struggled violently, actually breaking free.

But it was useless.

Before anyone else could act, the Ranger who had recovered kicked him to the ground.

"Where did this spy come from."

Gandalf walked over and added a staff to the spy's head, with just the right amount of force to make him faint, but not to be seriously injured.

The old wizard's hand is accurate and steady.

"There are still people who don't do their jobs properly these days."

Gandalf shook his head repeatedly as he looked at the spy who had fainted on the ground.

Bree's subsidies to the surrounding area are so high, it's hard to imagine that in such good living conditions and cultural environment there would still be spies in the service of Mordor.

This kind of person is either not a local, or just a purely unconscionable villain and lazy man, who should be beaten.

"It's nice to see you, Frodo, Sam, and… two stupid Tooks."

"Hey, Gandalf, how can you say that!"

The two Tooks were immediately unwilling, especially Merry.

"Pippin said all those things just now, I didn't mention a word!"

"Okay, then it doesn't count for you."

Gandalf sighed, only feeling a headache.

The arrival of these two Tooks was really unexpected, but… it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Sometimes, strong friendship is more reliable than powerful strength.

Glancing at the messy environment around him, Gandalf waved his hand and signaled to Aragorn and the four Hobbits:

"Let's go, let's talk in the room."

…

Bang!

At the outer wall pass of Isengard, Levi kicked over a Black Númenórean soldier and picked him up again.

"Lord, don't kill me!" The soldier opened his mouth and howled with his eyes closed.

"What kill or not, why are you running?"

This shout almost startled Levi.

"I'm very familiar with Saruman, and I'm considered to be in the same camp. Didn't you swear allegiance to Saruman? What are you afraid of when you see me?"

Levi narrowed his eyes.

And if he wasn't mistaken, these guards seemed to be planning to draw their bows and attack when he didn't get close just now.

"What, could it be that you have betrayed your master?"

Hearing this, the Black Númenórean soldier trembled like a sieve.

"Interesting."

"Tell me, who are you taking orders from now?"

The soldier couldn't resist the pressure and revealed everything he knew and what he had experienced during this period.

After a moment.

Levi sighed.

"I knew it, Saruman was right."

These Black Númenóreans are useless.

Although they live in a land that is still considered free and have their own homeland, they have always been inclined to the dark side. At the end of the last age, when there was a decisive battle with Sauron, their ancestors chose to violate their covenant with Gondor and refused to be conscripted because they were unwilling to be enemies with Sauron.

And the consequence of violating the covenant is—now the souls of those who violated the covenant are still trapped in the Black Númenórean Shrine and cannot be liberated.

Speaking of which, the superiors of the Black Númenórean soldiers in Isengard are now the Ringwraiths. They immediately surrender when the Ringwraiths' mounts call out above, and turn to obey the Ringwraiths.

They collapse under pressure, this is really…

"Even if I have never been optimistic about Saruman, I still have to remind you, tell your people, think carefully with your brains, what will be the end of those who violate the covenant."

The soldier collapsed on the ground, not daring to speak.

Seeing that this soldier was quite cooperative from beginning to end, Levi didn't make things difficult for him anymore. He turned around and walked towards the interior of Isengard.

There were bats hanging on the fruit trees by the roadside, and some vague gazes were projected from the dark places on both sides, making Levi's back itchy.

Levi glanced unhappily in the direction of the gaze, and this feeling immediately dissipated.

He drew Bane and found that Bane was glowing, but the light did not last long. It slowly dimmed under Levi's gaze and finally disappeared.

This means something has left.

"Consider yourself sensible."

The next road went smoothly without any obstacles.

Levi walked all the way to the foot of the Tower of Orthanc.

At this time, the tower door was tightly closed, and there seemed to be some magic attached to it to make the tower body more solid.

It is so solid that even if you smash it with a catapult, it is unlikely to leave scratches on it. Ordinary methods will definitely not be able to break it.

But at this moment, it doesn't matter. No matter how hard it is, it is only 'hard', that is, it will take a while to knock.

Thud.

A gap appeared in the door again, and Levi walked in directly.

The tower was very quiet at this moment, eerily quiet.

In the past, there would always be two or three servants responsible for maintaining the environment, but today there was no one.