legend begins with lord of the rings

After the Fellowship of the Ring left Rivendell, they walked east for more than a month and were about to reach the Misty Mountains. They continued on to the Pass of Rohan.

If everything goes well, everyone will pass through the Rohan Pass and head south, and will soon reach Modo.

At noon that day, the team stopped in the middle of a valley.

Sam set up a bonfire and prepared lunch for everyone. Others began to move around freely.

"Big man, I have learned all the sword skills you gave us last time. Do you want to spar with me?" Pi Ping dragged Merry to find Boromir.

During this time, everyone has become familiar with the cold Aragorn and the powerful Abel, as well as wizards, dwarves, and elves.

Boromir, who has a mediocre and easy-going personality, is more popular with Pi Ping and Merry.

"Okay, let me see how much you have grown." Boromir smiled, took out two swords, and handed the shorter one to Pi Ping.

After seeing the two people getting into a stance, Aragorn, Frodo, Abel and others all gathered around.

During this boring journey, watching people compete is also a good pastime.

"Ding ding~ ding~"

Pi Ping kept attacking, while Boromir chose to defend.

"Come on Pi Ping, you are about to reach Boromir." Merry cheered for his little friend on the side.

Abel took out the cigarette out of boredom and handed one to Aragorn who was watching the fun with great interest.

In Abel's eyes, Boromir was just messing around with Pi Ping and had no reference value.

"Oh~"

During the attack, the dagger in Pi Ping's hand suddenly fell to the ground. He held the hand holding the sword with a painful expression.

Boromir didn't fight back at all just now, but when he saw Pi Ping's painful expression, he quickly dropped his weapon and ran over, asking with concern: "Where are you injured?"

"It hurts... it hurts..." Seeing Boromir approaching, Pi Ping fell to the ground decisively.

Boromir was about to check on Pi Ping's injury, but was tripped by the opponent's sweeping leg.

"Merry, hurry up~" Pi Ping jumped up and shouted, and he and his friend pressed on Boromir.

"We won!" x2

After subduing Boromir, Pi Ping and Merry happily high-fived each other.

Finally Aragorn couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over and grabbed Pi Ping and Mei Li by their collars and lifted them up: "A sneak attack is not something a gentleman would do."

Boromir asked for help and got up. After patting the dust on his body, he walked up to Pi Ping and Merry and said with a smile: "Well done, boys."

Seeing Boromir, Aragorn didn't care, and let go of Pi Ping and Merry.

So, the two hobbits happily played with Boromir again.

On the other side, Legolas, who was chatting with Gandalf, suddenly looked to the east: "What is that?"

"Dark clouds~" Jin Boli behind Legolas answered: "Dark clouds that are moving very fast..."

Gandalf frowned and looked at the "dark clouds" not far away, and suddenly stood up and reminded everyone loudly: "That's a group of crows, everyone hide~"

After getting the hint, Sam quickly put out the bonfire and hid behind the rocks with the iron pot.

Everyone else has also found cover.

The crows chirped, circled above everyone's heads for a few times, and then flew away into the distance.

"What are those?" Frodo had never seen so many crows.

"Those are the crows in the Devil's Cave, Saruman's spy..." Gandalf said: "They came from the Southern Road. It seems that I won't change the route."

"We can go to the Moria Mine in the north. You have wanted to visit it for a long time..." Jin Pei suggested in surprise. When he saw everyone staring at him, his voice gradually became quieter.

"There are unknown dangers in the mines." Gandalf turned to look at Abel and said, "You know the situation there best, tell me what you think."

"Keep moving forward and take the Southern Highway to save time and effort." Abel said: "As long as we are together, Saruman will not be a trouble to us."

As his strength increased, Abel no longer felt that Saruman would be his opponent in a head-on battle.

"It's a good suggestion, but now is not the time for us to fall out with Saruman." Gandalf thought for a while and said, "Let's take the road to the north of the Misty Mountains. I hope everything goes well."

Gandalf directly abandoned the two roads of Rohan Pass and the Mines of Moria, and chose to go from the top of the Misty Mountains.

"Whatever, I can do it." Faced with Gandalf's probing eyes, Abel shrugged.

The team is most afraid of two voices, and in everyone's minds, the right to speak is very important to both Abel and the wizard.

This time Abel chose to take the initiative to give in, which also reduced the team's differences a lot.

Next, the wizard led the way, and everyone set foot on the snow-capped misty mountains.

The sudden drop in temperature and knee-high snow made everyone's movements slow down.

Frodo lowered his head and followed the team arduously forward. Suddenly, his foot slipped and he turned several somersaults in the snow.

"Frodo~" Aragorn next to him saw this and quickly helped him up.

"I'm fine...I..." Frodo got up and patted the snow on his body. Suddenly his hand towards his neck was empty.

The Supreme Lord of the Rings is missing~

In Frodo's panicked eyes, he finally saw the Lord of the Rings on the necklace where he had just fallen.

Before he could walk over, a pair of boots appeared in front of the Ring.

Boromir leaned over and looked at the Lord of the Rings on the ground: "It's such a small thing that makes us feel like we are facing a powerful enemy!"

"Boromir~" Seeing the madness in Boromir's eyes, Aragorn called out his name loudly.

"It's such a fascinating little thing. It has so much energy..." Boromir grabbed the necklace, his eyes gradually becoming scary.

"Boromir!" Seeing that the other party was about to touch the Ring, Aragorn shouted again.

Boromir's body trembled, and a bewildered expression appeared on his face.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw Abel holding the hilt of the sword with a half-smile.

"Frodo, put this little thing away..." Boromir handed the ring to Frodo without hesitation and rubbed the hobbit's head.

"Keep on going~" Gandalf, who was walking at the front, said, breaking the tense atmosphere.

When Boromir turned to look at Abel again, the man was talking and laughing with the female elf next to him.

Everything just seemed to be his hallucination, but Boromir would never forget that feeling that made people's hair stand on end.

On the other side, the crows that left not long ago came to Essinger.

They brought news of the Fellowship of the Ring to Saruman in the Star Observation Tower.

"Gandalf, do you want to lead them through the Misty Mountains?" Saruman said to himself, holding his wand: "If this road doesn't work, where else can you go? Do you want to take risks?"

Around the Star Observation Tower, countless goblins, enslaved by the orcs, are working day and night to build tough armor and sharp weapons.

Relying on the crazy breeding speed, Saruman's orc army has exceeded one hundred thousand.

This will be an invincible army.