Chapter 184 (2/2)
Morgan's voice fell, and the four hobbits talked again.
”Ravendale?”
”It's where the elves live, isn't it?”
”Morgan is taking us to the elves?”
”The legendary spirit?”
”I haven't seen what elves look like yet, merry. What about you?”
”What?”
”Have you seen elves?”
”No.”
”Frodo, and you?”
”I haven't seen...”
There was a constant sound of joy behind.
In front, Aragon, who was walking side by side with Morgan, suddenly turned his head and looked at Morgan and said, ”Morgan, is that one of your rings, too?”
”Why do you ask?”
Morgan turned to Aragon and smiled.
”The ability of your ring is amazing. I can't think of any other rings that have that ability except the magic ring.”
Aragorn laughed.
For a Ranger who spent most of his previous career in the wilderness.
He knows better than anyone how useful equipment with magical storage capacity is.
”I don't know.”
”But I don't think so. I showed it to Gandalf.”
”Unfortunately, he didn't find out anything.”
”But it doesn't matter. I haven't noticed anything different after I've got this ring for so long.”
Morgan smiled, shook his head and continued, ”maybe it's just a magic ring.”
”After all, there are too many secrets in this world.”
Hearing Morgan's words, Aragon nodded: ”even Gandalf couldn't find out. I'm afraid so.”
Indeed, even Gandalf, who had lived for countless years and was extremely knowledgeable, could not find out, and probably so.
But Aragon just asked casually.
After all, with Morgan's strength and great reputation, I'm afraid the ring in his hand would have been exposed if it were really different.
What he actually wants to ask is Morgan's real identity?
As a human, he still looks very young from the expedition and war in Gushan to the present.
In the whole world, except for the dunedans who live far longer than ordinary humans, no other race of humans can do this.
Now Aragon, as the 16th patriarch of dunedan, naturally has the obligation, responsibility and necessity to find out Morgan's true identity.
Not to mention Morgan's own strength, Morgan's greater strength lies in his strong network in the north and the erebo dwarf kingdom of SOLIN oak shield, the king of the valley state, and the Elven king of the dark dense forest serandir.
Aragorn can fully think of the powerful terror behind Morgan.
If Morgan is really the blood of the exiled ”dunedan people”... That would be great.
But Aragon thought a lot in his mind, but he still didn't speak easily.
Because he once asked Gandalf if Morgan had said his identity or anything else.
But Gandalf said that Morgan was not interested in those people. He didn't care whether they were dunedans or not.
It is because of Morgan's attitude that Aragon can't speak rashly.
Because of this question, it may be nothing for others to ask, but as the current dunedan patriarch, it's hard to speak.
After all, his relationship with Morgan is far from reaching the level of Gandalf and Morgan.
After much deliberation, Aragon did not ask.
The six man team moved on.
The day is getting brighter and the red sun rises in the eastern sky.
Autumn is warm and the sun shines on the earth.
It rained for several days.
Today, I finally saw the sunshine again.
Walking on hills and mountains with sparse trees.
The mood of the whole team also became bright as the sky.
half a month later.
The team of six walked out of the vast Chet forest and reached the weak water swamp.
It was gloomy.
Looking at the smelly water swamp in front of me.
Except that Morgan and Aragon could not see superfluous expressions on their faces.
The four hobbits looked at the dense bones everywhere in front, the huge blood sucking cattle flies hovering above the smelly mud, and a muddy path that was not a road at all.
One complexion immediately became hesitant and difficult.
”Can we make a detour?”
Merry asked, looking at Morgan with a ponytail beside him.
”No, we avoided the main road.”
”If we bypass it, our travel time will be at least one more month.”
Morgan shook his head and said.
He naturally knew that the swamp was difficult to walk in front of him.
But in order to avoid the ring spirit, the team gave up the main road. This swamp is the only way.
Hearing this, the hobbits immediately gave up.
”You don't have to be afraid. The scope of this swamp is not large. Let's hurry up and go out in about three days.”
Aragon then smiled and comforted the hobbits.
Compared with other larger and more dangerous swamps he had walked through, this swamp was just a small swamp.
”Let me lead the way. I have experience in these.”
Aragon said and walked forward.
Morgan nodded. He was familiar with the way from Charles to ravendale.
But he didn't walk through this swamp.
Aragorn is familiar with this.
He once went deep into the bigger and more terrible death swamp of modo, and even caught Gulu there.
Aragorn stepped forward and inserted a few times with his stick. Then he was the first to step into the smelly swamp.
Four days later.
The six man team walked out of the weak water swamp.
Ten days later.
Walking on the bare wilderness.
From a distance, the six person team saw a huge mountain top in front of it. Above the mountain top, there stood the ruins of various man-made tall buildings.
On a vast bare wilderness, the towering mountain ruins in front are naturally eye-catching.
The hobbits were only a little surprised.
But in Aragon's eyes, his eyes are full of complex, emotion and sigh.
This Fengyun top is of great significance to him, who is a descendant of the royal family of the Arno kingdom.
”That's the top of the storm.”
Aragon looked at Fengyun Ding and whispered, then looked to his side: ”Morgan, let's have a rest there tonight?”
Morgan, who had seen the change in Aragon's mood, just hesitated and nodded.
He is no stranger to this storm.
After all, every time I go to shire, I can always see this magnificent ruins peak from a distance on the avenue.
Morgan, who remembers the plot and is afraid of accidents, didn't intend to go up.
But this is Aragon's first request to himself all the way.
Morgan can't refuse.
Just then.
”Boom...”
”Boom...”
A dull thunder burst from the dark sky.
It's getting darker and darker.
Morgan looked up at the sky. It was a sign before the heavy rain came.
Now there's no reason to refuse Aragon.
In an hour.
At the top of the wind and cloud, under a huge ruins at the top, the six person team gasped and looked at the open space a few meters away with a happy face.
”Hua Hua...”
The heavy rain is washing the whole world wantonly.
The team of six hid under the ruins and prepared to start today's dinner.
At the same time.
It's getting darker and darker.
In the torrential rain.
A dark team was galloping towards the top of the wind and cloud.