"Why make fun of me so." Fried's voice was cold.

"You think I'm joking, don't you?" Zelin leaned forward, almost touching the tip of Frid's nose: "Sometimes the language is pale and weak, and only practical actions can prove how correct my words are."

Frid took a step back subconsciously.

But Zelin didn't continue to do anything, he just picked up the things on the ground again: "Let's go, let us solve the problem here as soon as possible. I can't wait to see the human town."

During the day, Zelin didn't call out the ghost horse, and Frid didn't ask much, she just rode on the horse and sat in front of Zelin. With the addition of a rider, the speed of the horse is much slower than before.

"...Is there any more?"

Frid's voice was very low. But Zelin knew what she was talking about.

"You may not know, the demon hunter will never be able to get rid of the poison."

He whispered in Freid's ear.

The 2386th Chapter Prancing Horse Inn

The town of Blee is located to the west of the old woodland in the Shire Oriental, at the intersection of East Avenue and North Avenue, close to the southwest corner of Chet Forest. The town of Buli is located on the western **** of Mount Buli. Under the distant hillside, a deep ditch surrounds the town of Buli.

A neatly piled wall of rocks encircled the town, and proceeded along the gravel path. The fields on both sides of the road were full of farms and became more and more tidy. Looking around, you can always see the lights of the farm house. Fences and fences are distributed along the road and extend all the way forward. There were not many travelers on the road. Along the way, Zelin could occasionally see the townsfolk returning to the town in a hurry. This is not the first time Zelin has been here. He remembers the town of Bree. The last time he went to the Shire, he had a rest in Bree Town. The Prancing Horse Inn is the largest inn in Bury Town. Zelin vaguely remembers that the owner of the inn was named Maiman, or something similar. Zelin thought he knew the situation here, but when he walked closer to the town of Bree, he realized how uncertain he was about Bree's situation.

It's as if the last time he came here was not a year ago, but twenty years ago.

The streets of the town are paved with neat stone bricks, and the houses on both sides seem to squeeze the road into thin strips. In front of a door with a sign of jumping horses, the demon hunter saw the name he was looking for.

The Prancing Horse Inn was crowded with men in linen clothes and dark black cotton-padded clothes. They walked around the store, waving beer mugs in their hands, talking loudly, and sharing recent experiences with each other. The air was filled with the smell of tobacco, as if the smell of smoke had penetrated deeply into every floor and every beam of the hotel.

"Gandalf?"

"Yes, Gandalf the gray-robed wizard." Zelin asked the fat, bald man standing behind the counter in front of him: "The gray beard can hang down to his chest, he wears a pointed hat, a gray robe, and a Brown wooden cane. About the same height as me, if he stands up straight."

"Gandalf... I think about it, Gandalf..." The innkeeper was silent for a long while, scratching the mustache on the corner of his mouth. After a while, he slapped his hands sharply: "Oh! Oh! I remembered, I remembered! He came once in June. At the end of June, he came again."

"And then? Has he not appeared recently?"

"No." The innkeeper shook his head: "I haven't seen him for three months."

"Did he say anything?" Zelin asked again: "Or met someone?"

"It is true. If it weren't for you to inquire, I might have completely forgotten about it. He left a letter here." As he said, the innkeeper bent down, rummaged behind the counter, and passed. After a while, he took out a letter: "He left this letter before he left. But..." He looked up and down Zelin: "I'm afraid this letter is not for you, Gandalf specifically explained , Is for a hobbit. Yes, hobbit."

"Don't worry, I have no intention of taking this letter." Zelin said, "Can you tell me who this letter is for?"

"I'm not asking for trouble, guest, you are not a local, and there are no foreigners coming here recently, but many people say that you can see strange figures wandering in the wilderness at night. It is always right to be careful. As he said, the innkeeper looked sadly at the letter in his hand: "This is a letter to Frodo, Frodo Baggins, the hobbit who lives in the bottom of the bag. It's horrible, this is Gandalf. It was given to me at the end of June. He asked me to send it there, but I forgot about it."

"In other words, the person named Frodo Baggins hasn't passed through the town of Bree up to now?" Zelin frowned, "I think if you want to go from the Shire to Rivendell, you have to pass here. , Right?"

"Go east?" The innkeeper said with confirmation: "That's right, if you want to go east, you must go through Burri to the East-West Avenue."

"I understand, thank you." Zelin nodded: "Please prepare a room for me."

"No problem, guest, please wait a moment. You can find a table to sit down. We still have the best beer and soft bread here." The innkeeper greeted warmly, and he called a waiter: "Hurry up and help. This distinguished guest, lift the package and luggage upstairs."

"My horse is still outside..."

"No problem, every horse can be best taken care of in our stables. Please take a good rest and hope that it will give you the feeling of being home." The waiter who was greeted held hands together, showing a standard smile , Bent over and bowed to Zelin: "Please follow me, I will help you carry your luggage."

"The package is not needed, I'll be fine." Zelin declined the other's kindness. He knew there should be no problems with the humans here, otherwise Gandalf would not be able to ask the innkeeper to help deliver the letter. But there are many things in the package, which is dangerous for ordinary people. He didn't want to explain too much, and didn't want to hurt anyone by accident: "Lead the way ahead."

The waiter swiftly avoided the passengers standing in the hall and walked up the stairs. Zelin had just taken a step, his arm was held by Fridela, and the nun leaned against him and whispered, "I saw someone."

"Who?"

Zelin didn't show any surprised look. He still took Frid and walked up the stairs: "What did you notice?"

"A man, wearing a cloak, sitting in the hall." Frid controlled his voice, and even the waiter who was walking in the front did not notice the whisper behind him: "When you mentioned Gandalf, his attention was always on. On you."

"Oh?"

Zelin frowned slightly: "Where is it?"

"The location near the window."

Zelin looked down calmly as he walked up the corner of the stairs.

"Do I need to investigate him?"

The demon hunter looked at the figure sitting on the wooden chair by the window, with his legs folded, in a cloak, and a pipe dangling under his hood. After a few seconds, he sighed softly.

"No, Frid, you follow the waiter up to take a look at the room, I will follow soon."

The nun didn't ask much, she passed Zelin silently.

Zelin turned around and strode towards the figure under the window. The latter also noticed the demon hunter. He stood up, took off his hood, and took off his pipe.

"I can hardly believe it." Shen Xingke stared at Zelin: "Who would have thought that you would come back here thirty-three years later. Gandalf said you didn't return. How could this happen?"

"Of course there are other reasons." Zelin shrugged, and he stretched out his hand, holding the palm of the opponent wearing leather gloves: "It's nice to see you again, Aragorn."

The 2387th chapter **** walker

"The last time I saw Gandalf was at the end of August. He got important information and had to check it. He was about to head to the Shire at the time, but the news brought by the brown-robed wizard made him choose not to go to the Shire again. Instead, go to Isengard."

"Isinger, Isinger again. He believes too much in his fellow wizards. I told him not to go to Isinger. As a result, he is nowhere to be seen. The hobbit who is going to **** the ring is still at his place. Home? God, why didn't I know that the Hobbits still have procrastination." Zelin took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the beam of the Prancing Horse Inn: "Have you been waiting here?"

"And watch Bree." Aragorn's gaze through the misted glass, looked at the streets where people pass by: "People see strange shadows at night. They are not shadows. The Dark Lord sends His most loyal servant came to hunt down the ring holder."

"Jing Ling." Zelin slowly exhaled the air in his lungs: "I used to deal with them in Mordor. In this case, I am going to leave for the Shire tomorrow. If Frodo hasn't come yet, I Just go and find it directly."

"The Bree seldom interacts with the Hobbits of the Shire, but if the Shire is in trouble, Bree will not be ignorant." Aragorn shook his head: "If you find Frodo, don't lead him there. Here comes Bree. It's not safe here, you have to move right away."

"I will go to the Shire tomorrow." Zelling paused: "I know Frodo and have met him. I should not be suspicious if I go to him. Do you know where the ring spirits are? The last time I witnessed it. Where are they?"

"The southern frontier of the Shire." The flame of the pipe reddened the cheeks under the hood: "It was more than ten days ago that the servants of the demon king could be day and night, and ten days were enough to make them run to the outside of the Shire. I. You can’t venture into the Shire. The Ring Spirit should not know the exact location of the ring holder. Entering the Shire rashly will cause trouble there."

"But now it seems that if the stalemate continues, Jie Ling will not consider whether it will affect a paradise, regardless of whether the residents there will affect the rule of the devil."

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the thick dark clouds.

September 29th, late at night--

It was indeed beyond Zelin's expectation to see Aragorn here, but what he did not expect was that when others were worried about Frodo's safety in Rivendell, he might not have left the Shire. This could not help but make Zelin feel bored. For such important things, the Ring of Power, the Dark Lord, the world is at stake. Everyone is staring at Mordor nervously and thinking about countermeasures. When gathering allies, he holds the most important thing. The person who was also the most dangerous Supreme Lord of the Rings stayed at home and was delayed for several weeks.

Aragorn not only has to wait for Frodo to stay here, but also guard against the spirits.

Zelin was going to rode his horse and head directly to the Shire tomorrow. There is a river between Bree and the Shire. At night, the ferry will stop on the Shire's side. Only during the day will they come here to carry people.