End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"I don't know, I lost my memory."

Russell had a cute face, frowning and thinking hard, as if he was recalling when he learned magic.

Aragorn: "..."

Damn amnesia, if I still believe you have amnesia, I'm a hammer!

Aragorn snorted coldly, not wanting to talk to Russell, and walked towards the two black magic horses with his long sword. They are the mounts of the Ringwraiths, nightmares born in the dark, their breath is highly poisonous, and they can also spread a disease called shadow disease, so they cannot be left alone.

"Wait, Aragorn, don't be impulsive, keep the horse under the sword!"

"What's wrong?" Aragorn turned his head in doubt.

"What species are these two horses?" Russell's eyes lit up. The dark horse was strong and handsome.

"nightmare!"

"Nightmare, a good name, a good name..." Russell wiped his saliva, "It sounds delicious!"

Aragorn: "..."

Hobbit:"……"

nightmare:"……"

"A slip of the tongue, it's a slip of the tongue!" Sensing everyone's strange gazes, Russell coughed lightly: "What I mean is, our horse was killed by the Ringwraiths, and it would be too time-consuming to go to Rivendell on foot without the strength of our feet. It was only temporarily repelled, and it will definitely be stronger when it comes back, so these two horses can't be killed."

"Russell, nightmares are magical creatures born in the dark, they cannot... be eaten!" Aragorn's expression was strange. Although what Russell said was true, Ha Lazidang was not convincing.

"It's okay, I learned to cook in one pot some time ago, as long as it is alive, I can add it to the recipe."

"Didn't you lose your memory?" Aragorn asked quietly.

"Are you an idiot, believe all of this?" Russell replied confidently, and cast a caring look at the mentally handicapped.

Aragorn: "..."

Russell ignored Aragorn's black face, walked over and knocked him away, and took the reins of the two nightmares. Nightmare was naturally unwilling to cooperate, snorted again and again, raised her front hooves and stepped towards Russell.

Crackling!

Nightmare:_(:horse」∠)_

The corpses of nightmares on the ground should not be wasted. The foodies of the poor are very careful. Russell took out a rope and tied the two horses' legs, preparing for an extra meal tonight.

Seeing that Luo Su was serious, Aragorn hurriedly said: "No, let's not talk about whether nightmares can be eaten or not. Ordinary people will get black shadow disease if they stay with them for a long time."

"Terminally ill?" Russell asked sideways.

"That's not true. There is a herbal medicine called 'King's Sword' that can treat and prevent it, as long as the poisoning time is not too long."

"OK, let's go find King Sword!"

Russell jumped onto Nightmare, and the latter dared to resist, and he was honest with a crackle.

"Frodo, and who, who, and who, tonight you have a good meal, not everyone can eat the nightmare." Russell waved his big hand, and drove the nightmare vertically down from the tower.

The four of Frodo opened their mouths wide and looked at Aragorn in unison, wanting to hear his opinion. Can nightmares be eaten?

"Let's go, five of us... ride one."

Aragorn had black lines on his face, secretly thinking that Russell was a huge pit, but he really had no choice but to pinch his nose and jump into it. He just talked about it, knowing that Russell was determined to ride Nightmare to Rivendell, and his only thought was to quickly find the King's Sword.

...

In the middle of the night, the noisy forest was dead silent, and the animals that were active during the day disappeared without a trace.

But these are just normal creatures, and abnormal monsters are dispatched at night. A ray of moonlight shines through the lush branches and leaves, shining a black crow with scarlet eyes.

Strange screams echoed in the air, and following the bloody air, one could find a cluster of blazing bonfires and a gurgling cauldron.

Russell sneered, and boiled the water in the pot. Under the light of the fire, his facial features were extremely ferocious, which was the face of an impatient foodie.

The four of Frodo were biting an apple by the side, casting hesitant gazes. Hobbits are not small foodies,

They eat six meals a day, and if they miss one meal, they will die half of their lives, and the time is just right for supper.

But can nightmares really be eaten?

By the way, the iron pot was provided by them. It was just to escort the Supreme Lord of the Rings. You don't need to change your clothes, but you must bring the iron pot.

The two Nightmare horses were tethered to the side, and when they saw their companions cooking, they both neighed in a low voice, as if they had seen their own fate. In fact, they were thinking too much, Russell was refining strengthening drugs, and unless they were really delicious, he would not use them for surgery.

"Why hasn't Aragorn come yet? It took so long to find a few herbs?" Russell frowned, making Frodo and the others look at the fire, and disappeared into the dense forest in a flash.

In the dense forest, Aragorn waved his sword with a gloomy face, squatting down to examine every bush he encountered, feeling very aggrieved.

"Hey, I'm also a famous strider...cough cough, the famous traveler, the famous ranger, was sent out in the middle of the night to find ingredients, what a careless friend."

Ahead, the last medicinal herb appeared. Aragorn crouched down in dejection, dug out the root of the herb, and stuffed it into the backpack behind him.

"It's finally settled, and I won't take risks with him next time..."

Halfway through the conversation, Aragorn shut up decisively, with a pointed long sword resting on his neck, and at some point, someone came behind him.

"What's the matter, the famous Shenxing... Big step guy, he didn't have any defense at all."

Hearing the cold female voice behind him, Aragorn's tense muscles instantly relaxed, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly. The visitor was friend rather than enemy, his elf girlfriend Arwen.

"That's because Shenxing... the big step guy handed over his back to me!"

Another voice sounded, Russell appeared behind Alvin, and the Edman alloy knife rested on her slender neck.

【Ding】

[The host contacts the plot character Alvin, triggers the lottery session, and gets two chances for the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】

Alvin, where did you hear this name?

Aragorn hurriedly explained: "Russell, she is not the enemy, it is me..."

Russell only heard the first half of the sentence, and when Alvin turned around, he couldn't hear the latter, because the female elf in front of him was so amazing.

Like Wen Yu's skin is as white as snow, her face is beautiful, her eyes are clear, and the most shocking thing is her temperament. The fresh and natural breath exudes from the inside out, painting a beautiful picture.

Russell was shocked instantly. Is this an elf? It's so beautiful. Also, whoever said that elves have angelic faces and flat bodies is obviously a lie!

This pi! This Pythagorean theorem! This trigonometric function! It is clearly a fatal induction formula!

?(???)?

"Beauty, robbery?" Russell immediately changed his style: "It's wrong to do this, Aragorn has no money, no sex, no special skills, rob me!"

Alvin: "Your friend?"

Aragorn: "I don't remember, I lost my memory!"