Chapter 214 (2/2)
Looking at the dark horse in front of him, Morgan was surprised. Now many animals are afraid of him. This horse is still a rare one he has met in recent years.
Iowen looked at Morgan close to the dark horse, looking forward to something in her eyes.
But the next second.
When Morgan reached out and touched the black horse's neck and cheek.
The dark horse immediately calmed down and let Morgan touch it like a docile cat.
”Eh...”
Iowen looked at Morgan in surprise, but she knew that although the horse was very good, it was also very grumpy. At the beginning, theojed, who tamed it, suffered enough.
”How did you do it?”
Iowen looked at Morgan and said in surprise.
”That's it.”
Morgan turned his head and stroked the dark horse's long face.
The dark horse, who was originally very grumpy in Iowen's eyes and ordinary people don't want to touch at all, is very clever and quiet under Morgan.
But she seemed to see that the dark horse in front of her seemed to be a little afraid of Morgan.
But how is that possible?
Then, to her surprise.
She heard that Morgan named the black horse ”radish!”
”Radish...”
......
Eisinger.
High rise of orsanke stone tower.
Saruman, dressed in a white robe, sat on the stone seat unhappily.
”Gandalf in white...”
”Idiot Gandalf is right.”
Remembering what he saw with Rohan Theoden's eyes, Saruman stood up with a gloomy face and whispered to himself.
”Do you think you want to compare me with God's grace and change into new clothes?”
”Don't even think about it...”
Although he didn't care, he saw Gandalf in a white robe.
Saruman did feel the crisis.
But the moment he decided to fall to Sauron and try to dominate the world by competing for the supreme ring, he had such an awareness.
I just didn't expect it to be so fast.
I didn't expect Gandalf to be promoted to white robe so soon.
Saruman frowned and mused.
”The wizard was followed by three people...”
At this time, a voice came from the door of the hall.
A black robe, pale and bloodless, and a figure with one leg walked into the hall.
Of course it's GRIMA.
A few days ago, from Edoras of Rohan, GRIMA, the former chief adviser of Rohan, who proudly ran for his life under the sword of Theoden, came to Essinger.
”A human, an elf, and a dwarf...”
GRIMA said and approached Saruman.
But before he finished, saluman suddenly sucked his nose, glanced at GRIMA coming by, and interrupted with obvious dislike: ”you smell like a horse.”
The voice fell.
GRIMA immediately froze in embarrassment.
It's not to keep talking, it's not to keep moving forward.
Saruman reappeared and sat back on the huge stone seat.
GRIMA also recovered from embarrassment. Looking at Saruman, who was meditating alone, he said, ”Theoden will certainly not stay in Edoras for too long.”
”He knew it couldn't be defended, and he knew we would attack on a large scale.”
”I guess... Theoden is likely to retreat to helm valley.”
”It is the last and strong castle of Rohan. He has mentioned it to me more than once.”
”But it's not easy for them to go into the mountain. It's still far away. Coupled with a large number of men, women, children, old and young, they must move slowly.”
”Maybe we can do something...”
GRIMA kept talking to himself.
Finally, saluman, sitting on the stone seat, stood up slowly.
......
East of Lohan.
Near the northern edge of Gondor.
On the vast wilderness.
One man and one horse are running in the direction of Edoras, king of Rohan.
......
The morning of Edoras.
It was just dawn.
The whole city has been busy.
As a nomad.
The Rohan people are no stranger to migration.
With the order of the King yesterday.
Under the guidance, the whole residents of Edoras went outside the city in an orderly manner.
When the light in the eastern sky rises.
The first ray of warm sunshine shines on the earth.
The thick wooden gate of Edoras was locked.
As the last soldier followed the huge and continuous team towards the front.
The migration and refuge of Rohan Kingdom began.
With the entire inhabitants of Edoras.
The migration journey is obviously not boring.
In the middle of the long line is the throne.
King Theoden and eowen, Morgan Legolas and dwarf Jinli are walking together, and eomer leads Hussars on both sides of the huge migration team.
At this time, Legolas and Jinli on a tall horse were talking about something.
In front of the two.
Morgan rode a dark radish and walked with eowen, talking as they walked.
”Morgan, I heard from my uncle that you are a dragon slayer?”
Iowen suddenly turned her head and asked Morgan.
”Why, isn't it?”
Morgan looked at Iowen and said casually.
”Of course... Not...”
”However, the most popular thing I checked is that the evil dragon named smog in the North was killed in Changhu town by two dragon slaughtering warriors.”
”One of them is Morgan...”
Iowen continued.
Morgan nodded, ”that's right.”
Eowen said tentatively, ”is that Morgan and you have the same name?”
Morgan smiled, ”not only the name, but also the people.”
Morgan smiled, but Iowen couldn't laugh.
She looked at Morgan and was stunned. After carefully observing Morgan again and again, she said in disbelief: ”the Dragon died 60 years ago, so you are at least 60 years old?”
”No, seventy... Eighty?”
Morgan smiled and nodded, ”I'm eighty-nine years old.”
The voice fell.
Iowen's face darkened: ”are you from dunedan?”
”I've heard that the descendants of the Numenor live far longer than ordinary people.”
Morgan shook his head. ”No, actually, I don't know what I am now.”
At this time.
”Hoo Hoo...”
A cold wind blew.
Both men were silent.