End of the Sky

【Ding】

[Host, please note that the tenth mission world is about to begin, and now it is ten minutes countdown, please be prepared]

The electronic reminder sounds like the day of the election. When the rainy day leaves, it suddenly sounds, reminding Russell that another world node has been captured.

It is not necessarily addictive to go through this class of things, but it will definitely become proficient after more times. Russell calmly drank wolfberry tea, ten minutes away in a flash.

Black flashed in front of her eyes, and Russell opened his eyes again, still black!

The moon was hanging high, blocked by scattered clouds, and the whole forest was shrouded in darkness. Occasionally, the moonlight dripped out, setting off the strange trees with their teeth and claws.

The forest at night was too quiet, Russell lifted his blanket, sniffed the rotten smell of the fallen leaves, and frowned.

He was thrown into the wilderness, but not alone, with a horse rope tied to the crooked neck tree next to him, and the two horses had slightly sunken heads and slept side by side.

At the campfire, a tall man added a piece of firewood. When he saw Russell woke up, he immediately came over and cared, "Russell, how are you feeling?"

The man had thick eyebrows and a wide nose, and his handsome facial features were almost impeccable. It's a pity that the frowns of the eyebrows are tightly locked, and there is a sense of decadence in addition to the lack of trimming and the beard.

In his twenties and forty-five years old middle-aged temperament, visual inspection is a downcast aristocracy with bitter hatred!

Russell labelled it in his hometown. The handsome face of the man was ignored by him directly. He never looked at people. It's not important to be handsome or handsome. What's important to a person is not his appearance, but a clean soul. In this regard, he feels that he is still qualified.

"Dude, do you remember me?" The young middle-aged uncle asked again, with a deep concern on Brow's brows.

Russell: "..."

The look of the expressions, if they were not dressed in medieval costumes, with swords instead of revolvers around their waists, he would doubt whether he had come to Brokeback Mountain.

"Russell?"

"Uh ... I ..." Russell whispered for a moment, but others knew him, but he didn't know others, wondering why it was reasonable to flicker.

"You have memory loss!"

"what?"

"You drunk too much, fell off the horse, and rocked your head. I took you to the doctor. He said that you are likely to have amnesia. I didn't expect it to be true." The man snorted.

"So what ..., crap, man, you see that I have amnesia, and quickly introduce myself!" Russell gave a cough, and when it came, it would be amnesia, and amnesia would be ambiguous. Stubborn.

"Yes, I almost forgot about it ..."

The man lifted Russell up and solemnly said: "Your name is Russell, a ranger, my name is Aragorn. We met in adventure two years ago. Yesterday, we met unexpectedly in the hotel, but you drank too much ... "

"Aragon !?"

"Yes!"

"I seem to have heard this name ..." Russell raised his hand and rubbed his chin, a familiar name, and reminded him of it with a little hint.

"Of course, you are just having amnesia, and you haven't changed your mind. You must have remembered me." Aragon, with his uncle's temperament, breathed a sigh of relief, and it was great that Russell didn't fall into a fool.

In fact, the two met unexpectedly yesterday, recalling the adventures of the past, and couldn't help but drink a few more drinks. The original one who fell off immediately was Aragon, and then ... he subconsciously grabbed Russell's sleeve.

He's okay, Russell froze!

But this matter cannot be said explicitly. Aragon feels that he has everything in his mind. Brothers and brothers, one can not destroy precious friendship because of this little thing.

Moreover, he did not lie, but omitted a few insignificant pictures, not because he intentionally did it. After all, he drank the film!

Russell thought for a moment, and suddenly swallowed, "Aragorn, where are we now?"

"The nearest location is the Liquor River. What's wrong, what do you think of?"

"No, I want to know which country we are in ... Which country is not important, and I don't know. Just tell me, which continent are we?" Russell asked, is it in the Middle-earth continent?

"Middle-earth, here is the Oriental Boulevard near Blythe."

With all this Aragon said, Russell has heard of Middle-earth, but that's enough. He knows exactly what Middle-earth represents.

The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Sauron, and ... Gandalf!

Thinking of seeing the legendary character in the mage soon, Russell was a little excited and couldn't help grinning. How do I say hello when I meet, which hand is better?

In case Gandalf thinks he is a magical wizard, and wants to teach him two ways, does he agree, or hold on and agree?

"Hey Hey----"

Seeing Russell smirking alone, Aragon felt remorse and was very clever.

"Cough, Russell, don't you mind?"

"It's okay ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It feels refreshing to fall, I've never been so good." Russell jumped in place and said bluntly, "Aragon, where are you going next? Let's make a treat Companion. "

"Man, I have an important thing to do next, we're going to break up here, and you continue your adventure."

Aragorn's face was full, the ring spirit was searching for the Lord of the Rings, Gandalf was missing, and the Hobbit with the ring was isolated. He has to rush to the Leap Horse Hotel as soon as possible to protect the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit. This trip is very dangerous, and he may be killed at any time, and Russell cannot be drawn in.

Moreover, the encounter with Russell has been delayed for a day and can no longer be delayed.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. I have lost memory. I still remember where to go to take risks." Russell bowed his head and sighed. "Now I know you all over the world, and you don't know where to go without following you."

Aragorn is an important figure in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Following him, he can meet Gandalf and trigger world missions. Russell will never be separated from him unless he really loses his memory.

"Yeah, you have amnesia ..."

Aragorn twitched his mouth and secretly drunk something wrong. I knew it was so, and I just talked casually.

The two extinguished the bonfire and stepped on the horse to walk along the path at night. After all, Aragorn was a responsible person. Russell lost his memory due to him and could not leave it alone.

"Aragorn, where are we going?" Russell wouldn't be riding a horse, but he would get up. After a minute, he was skilled in horsemanship and Thomas maneuver was easy.

"Yuema ... whatever, I told you you didn't know, just follow me." Aragorn decided to bring Russell and look at the elf when he came to Rivendell, trying to cure the memory loss.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but I can't help it, after all, I have lost memory."

To the horizon, the black clouds slowly began to recede, and the moon was not obstructed, and the light was sprinkled a little ...