Immorton

I can be relieved. "

As soon as the voice fell, the figure suddenly flashed.Imerton immediately turned back to block, his arm fell silently, turned into gravel in mid-air and flew back to Imerton, condensing into shape again.His cry of pain just rushed out of his throat.

The man appeared right in front of them, smiling as Imerton took the two hobbits behind him, and clapped his hands leisurely: "It's very good. Even if it's the fruit you've tasted, it's still fun once in a while. Let's see how long you can last this time, it's better than nothing..." He lazily raised his hand.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Imerton pressed his hands on the sides of the two hobbits' necks, and the two immediately collapsed. "I'm curious, why do you want to take this trip if you find it boring?"

The long-haired man first showed an exaggerated surprised expression, and then laughed happily: "Sure enough, it is the style of the high priest... I am Zhao Zhukong from the East American team. As for what I want, of course it is the Lord of the Rings. Curious... who would be patient enough to make a special trip to kill these two helpless little ones, but I'm interested in you now..."

Emerton stared at Zhao Zhukong, bent down and touched the back of Frodo's neck, gently lifted the necklace, and took it off in his hand: "I can't beat you. And, as you can see, I will put all There is no power to resist. What do you want this ring for?" The breeze passed by, and the ground trembled a few times.

"It's useless for me to cover them with a cloak and stones." Zhao Zhukong watched him busy with interest, "You can do anything with the ring, such as giving it to Sauron, wouldn't it be fun? "

"What's the point of giving it to Sauron? He is already the strongest. If it were me, I would give it to Gondor to govern, to Salaman, or to the king of elves in the northern woods—the father of Legolas. Well, then I don’t know how these people will mess up the situation.” Imerton flicked his hand suddenly, and in his vision, the shaking golden color drew an arc in the air and fell towards the top of Zhao Zhukong’s head.

In an instant, irresistible coercion and malice subsided like a mountain. Amidst the long wailing, Imerton fell to the ground with his head in his arms, his whole body twitching.

In the direction of Modo, the scream of the Ring Spirit sounded, and the black winged lizard called the Wing of the Ring Spirit flew towards them quickly.

Zhao Zhukong narrowed his eyes, turned the Lord of the Rings in his hands, and giggled: "Interesting, it's really interesting. Such a special plan, I really want to see it... Hey, I'll let you live for a while..." With a flick of his hand, holding the ring, he picked up Imerton, who was screaming in vain, and climbed to the top of the mountain in an instant. Along the continuous peaks, his figure flashed continuously, and he galloped westward without any concealment.

twenty, back to heaven

When Imerton got rid of his fear, he was being washed downstream by the river, ups and downs, with the current.In the east, there was the hiss of the return of the King of the Ring Spirits, full of anger and disappointment—Zhao Zhukong thought that his connection with the Lord of the Rings was the key to attracting him, so he immediately threw him into the river. Naturally, the position of the Lord of the Rings was lost.He smiled wryly to himself, adjusted his posture and tried to get closer to the east bank—fortunately, he didn't need to breathe, and he wasn't afraid of collision.

Around, the hills have gentle curves and green shade everywhere, and it has reached the northern part of the Ithilian Field.Just as Imerton climbed onto the shore, a long arrow flew over and pierced his heart accurately.He sighed softly, pulled out the long arrow helplessly, and looked around, and saw a southern ranger wearing Gondor light armor charging up with a sword.The ranger slashed a few times, then suddenly raised his head and stared at him, his pupils constricted violently, he yelled, turned around and ran away.Imerton stroked his forehead, shook his head, and followed from afar.

The news travels fast.It didn't take long for Imerton to find someone he wanted to see.Listening to the report of his subordinates, the young officer in a hurry in the distance has a familiar face, but his soft and peaceful expression is completely opposite to his strong and tough brother.Imerton turned into a wind and came to Faramair, showing his figure.In an instant, the sound of swords being unsheathed around was heard continuously, and the sword was already thrust out with quick hands.

"I am a traveling knight in the north," Imerton said in a deep voice, standing still, "and I am going south with Borromile of Gondor."

Faramair made a gesture, and the sharp blades were retracted one after another, leaving only a long sword stuck to the side of Imerton's neck. "You are an undead, dressed as an Easterner." Faramair looked him up and down, "How do you plan to prove your identity?"

Imerton nodded to him: "I am the Ranger of the North, and I belong to the team of Zheng Zha, the Pine of Fornoster. After we entered Rivendell due to a mission, we accepted another mission. Accompanied by Gandalf, we Aragorn, the leader of Aragorn, the representative of the elves and dwarves, and Borromyr of Gondor jointly protected a few people and went south." He thought for a while, "I can't say more, at least not now."

The corners of Faramair's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were cold: "Then, maybe you should explain what we picked up by the river a few days ago." He took out half of a beautifully decorated horn from his pocket - when it was intact, it was always hung on Borromyer's waist.

Imerton sighed: "Gandalf and I, having parted from them before reaching the Golden Forest, reunited with some of them in Fangon Forest. They were attacked on the west bank of the river, and your brother tried to protect them, but was killed. The orcs under Salaman were seriously injured, and those people were forcibly taken away, and then fled into Fangon Forest."

"Is he still alive?" Faramair's face suddenly brightened.

"I don't know. He was besieged by hundreds of orcs, and the others were transferred." Imerton whispered, paused, and comforted, "Our team has very good doctors."

Faramair looked up at the sky with a sad expression, then he took a deep breath and looked over: "Then, why are you here?"

"I came to you for help, the leader of the rangers of Gondor. There is a problem with my mission here, and I am trying to recover. Before leaving, there are two people who need protection." Imerton smiled bitterly, "You heard that the Ringwraiths have not long ago The dispatch and return? That’s what went wrong at that time.”

Faramair thought for a while: "I don't see any evidence."

"I can't prove it." Imerton admitted frankly, "You don't have to trust me, but I hope you can meet the two people who need to be protected. They can explain a lot of things themselves. Sometimes people have to choose according to their intuition .”

Faramair stared at him for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, you win. Bring them here."

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Frodo felt in a half-dream that someone was calling him: "...Wake up, Mr. Frodo, wake up." He tried to open his eyes, and saw a figure sitting on the ground holding his head.He slammed.

Sam breathed heavily. "Great! You're awake at last, Mr. Frodo. I'm terribly worried. I don't know what happened..." He began to describe their state when he awoke.

Frodo listened to a few words in a daze, and habitually touched his chest with his right hand—there was nothing there.His heart sank suddenly, he sat up and tried to stay calm: "Sam, have you seen my ring?"

"No, isn't it with you?" Sam asked blankly.

"They have taken my ring. My ring!" cried Frodo, jumping up, his face contorted, "it is mine, mine!"

"...Mr. Frodo, you're frightening me." Sam stood up, taking a bewildered step back.

Frodo covered his face with his hands suddenly, and after a long while, he said weakly, "I'm sorry...that's not mine, I need to get rid of it."

"...my poor Mr. Frodo. Where do we go next, though?" asked Sam sympathetically.

"Sam, can't you see? The ring has been taken away, we have failed..." Frodo explained painfully, then took a deep breath and straightened his back, "We will go west along the foot of the mountain to Gondor."

After walking for a while, Emerton fell from the sky and landed in front of them.

Frodo drew his short sword straight away. "Explain your behavior." He shouted angrily.

Imerton looked at him silently for a moment, then knelt down on one knee. "I took off the ring and gave it to the man," he admitted curtly.

Frodo gave a cry, and the blade struck Imerton in the chest.

At the same moment Sam called after him: "No! Mr. Frodo."

The short sword stopped not far from Imerton's chest, and then trembled slightly.Imerton glanced at it, continued to look directly at Frodo, and asked in a low voice, "Frodo the Ringbearer, are you going to kill me because you have found me guilty, or because I have touched the Ring?"

With a sound, the dagger fell to the ground.Frodo paled suddenly, and staggered back.

Sam quickly supported him, and yelled at Imerton dissatisfiedly: "Hey, how can you talk like that?"

Emerton picked up the elf dagger, grabbed the blade, handed the hilt to Frodo, and swore in a deep voice: "Give me time, and I will get back the One Ring for you, or die in the middle of the attempt." .If I don't get the ring when I come back, you can finish what you just did."

The Elven Blade chirped, and Frodo gripped the hilt hesitantly. Imerton slowly let go, and Frodo immediately noticed a distinct burn mark on his palm.Emerton took a closer look at his expression and smiled: "This sword can indeed hurt me." The palm turned into gravel and condensed, and the scar disappeared.

"I'm sorry," said Frodo softly, "I..."

"I understand." Imerton smiled, "Now, let me send you to a relatively safe place first."

They flew west along the ridge for a while, Imerton stopped suddenly, and hid the two hobbits behind a rock: "Stay here, I'll be back in a while." He glanced into the mountain, revealing an absolute voice. Without a kind smile, he turned around and flew away. When he came back, he held a lost bag in his hand.