Wesley rushed all the way through the wasteland, and after a few days he saw green, but not much, but it was enough to make him happy, after all, there was a change here, and what he wanted to meet most now was the elves, a book of elves, but he couldn't read a word, which was really a headache.
Moving on, his sensitive hearing heard the sound of horses' hooves, Wesley followed the sound, and could only see a small black dot in the distance, but it was indeed the sound of horses' hooves on the ground, very urgent.
Wesley hurriedly galloped over to meet the other party, whether it was human or not, he had to go over, at least to know where it was, but then there was a string of horses' hooves, and there were more black spots in the distance, but it didn't look like a herd of horses, but someone was riding a horse, which made Wesley happy, even the black steed under his crotch, the pace was much faster.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the other party seems to have discovered him, but the other party has no intention of approaching, and actually began to turn around, and the horses behind followed and changed directions.
"It's weird."
Wesley muttered, and then clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and the horse sped up again, what a good horse, it seems that the will of Middle-earth is indeed very powerful, otherwise he really can't catch up with them.
As the distance got closer, Wesley could see the other side clearly, and on a white horse in the foreground, a woman was wearing a long gray skirt and coat, and she seemed to be holding something in front of her "Is this the elf Arwen," Wesley asked Apple.
"This scene should be the one, she should be the hobbit Frodo in front of her, and the ringwraith is chasing after her."
Apple said.
"Hehe, it's better to come early than to come by chance, I don't know if it's the handiwork of the will of the world, but now is a good opportunity, just let me see how powerful this world is."
Wesley excitedly urged the horse under his crotch, and the speed began to soar, in order to make the horse run faster, Wesley injected the energy of the space gem into the horse's body, and the apple began to regulate the energy.
The black steed flew on all fours, and an inexplicable force made it want to run, faster than it had used to, and the horse was very happy, and it liked the feeling.
"Bang Bang" four hooves trampled on the earth, the sound was like a war drum, constantly beating, and the Ring Spirit also found Wesley, but they did not have the slightest interest in Wesley, the Lord of the Rings was in front of them, their war horses neighed, but there was no trace of anger, as if they did not know tiredness.
The three parties were galloping in the wilderness, in front of them was a forest, and Arwen kept controlling the war horses in elven language, and soon they all entered the jungle, where the speed of the war horses could not be exerted, and more was needed dexterity, and Arwen controlled the war horses to gallop in the jungle as he pleased, while the war horses of the Ring Spirit were a little clumsy, which made them always one step behind.
Wesley relied on the Apple to control the speed and dexterity of his horse, and he was not inferior to the elven in any way, and even better, but he was not familiar with the terrain, but he was slowly approaching the Ringwraith.
At last Arwen ran to a small river, which was very shallow, and after crossing the river, she turned her horse's head and drew her elven sword, and the Ringwraith stopped on the other side, and they began to draw their swords.
"Hand over the halfling in your hands, elven woman."
The Ringwraith spoke, and saw their appearance clearly, all covered by cloaks, but their voices were hoarse and deep, giving a chilling feeling.
Wesley drew his long sword in his right hand, and the sound of the horse's hooves made the ringwrath look back, but Wesley's horse was fast, and he had already come to the front, and he quickly passed by, and the two-handed sword was used by him as agile as a one-handed sword, and he quickly slashed twice, and the two ringlings were hit.
The sharp sword was injected with the energy of the space gem by Wesley, exuding a blue luster, which can be seen clearly even in the daytime, the ring spirit is between life and death, so it should be said that it is the living dead or the resurrection of the dead, which Wesley knows is not very clear, but he knows that his sword has magical power, and the energy of the space gem is input, and the lethality must be extraordinary.
The two Ringwraiths were cut off their horses, and then puffs of black smoke began to emit from their bodies, and a scream of "Ahh Wesley is wearing the armor of the first generation of elf kings, gorgeous and noble, the vines on it have powerful magical power, it is the magic pattern of the elf clan, although the sword in his hand is more like a human long sword, but it is obviously from the hand of the elf clan, and it is very ancient, but these are actually worn on the body of a human being, she just thought that this guy was also a ring spirit.
The rest of the ringlings glanced at each other, then turned their horses' heads and ran away, without looking back, Wesley was dumbfounded, "Aren't they fearless in this way?"
"Ringwraiths do run away, this has appeared many times in the movie, you don't need to be surprised, but according to the analysis just now, the energy of the space gem can indeed cause serious damage to dead creatures, and it is also possible to kill them, which is good news."
"That's good, in the end, there will be no way, now that I see Frodo, then just go and get the ring and leave."
Wesley pulled the reins, and the horse walked towards the elf, who was still holding the long knife in her hand and staring at Wesley nervously.
Beautiful, it's so beautiful, Wesley saw Arwen's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, he thought Arwen was beautiful when he watched the movie, of course, it was the movie effect of the actor after makeup, but now looking at a female elf, or a princess of the elf family, that kind of beauty is really indescribable, but Wesley just appreciated, that pure beauty made Wesley appreciate.
"Who are you," Arwen asked warily, "why do you have the armor and weapons of our elves and are so ancient?"
"Why, my name is Wesley Gibson, and I'm from the north."
Wesley said.
"The north here here is the Trolls Forest, where are you from" Arwen was visibly unconvinced.
"It's not an troll forest, it's a wasteland, and then we've been chasing you here" Wesley couldn't say any more, he was warned, the will of the world whispered in his ear, he couldn't say his existence, and the creatures of this world shouldn't know about his existence.
Arwen tilted his head and glanced at Wesley suspiciously, then turned the horse's head and ran, Wesley came back to his senses, he naturally couldn't let the other party slip away, otherwise let where to find the elves hurriedly rode their horses to follow behind, this time he was not in a hurry, the distance between the two sides has been maintained, and Arwen is no longer panicked, this is the territory of the elves clan, she is safe now.
Nothing happened along the way, the two horses came to a bridge at the same time, and Wesley looked up and saw a huge city appearing, which was built entirely according to the terrain, this is Rilevingel.
Arwen rode straight in, shouting a few words in words that Wesley understood, and then a large number of elves appeared, their longbows in their hands, aimed at Wesley, Wesley jumped off his horse, and raised his hands to show that he was not hostile.
And these elves did not rush up to arrest him, the two sides were so deadlocked, Wesley really couldn't figure out what they were waiting for, the bored Wesley directly took the cigar, this time he lit it with a match, and then smoked, the elf looked at him very curiously. t1706231537: