"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of horse hooves roaring in the running wildly.

The remaining three ring spirits had no intention of dismounting and fighting with these two humans.

Their mission is to bring back the rings to the master.

Now that the Hobbit has escaped, the Lord of the Ring's breath is quickly moving away.

They don't have time to waste on these humans.

At this time, facing the two humans rushing up, Sanjieling immediately waved the long sword in his hand and slashed it down.

"Bang!"

The sound of gold and iron hitting suddenly sounded.

Morgan held the sword in one hand to meet the attacking ring spirit with a slight touch, and his body quickly approached the dark horse. He grabbed one of the feet on the back of the ring spirit with some preparation in his hand, and took advantage of the force to suddenly turn over and jump onto the horse's back, and sat behind the ring spirit.

The ring spirit on the horse's back noticed something was wrong when Morgan grabbed his feet.

But Morgan was faster. As soon as he sat on the back of the horse, Morgan immediately put the long sword in his hand into the dimensional space ring, then raised his elbow and elbowed the head of the Ring Spirit in front of him.

Of course, the damage of elbow strike is far less than that of attacking with a sword.

However, the Ring Spirit in front of him is invulnerable to swords and guns, and there is not much difference between using a sword and using an elbow at this time.

Morgan just wants to interfere with the Ring Spirit.

And at such a close distance, it is easier to move empty-handed than to use a sword.

The fierce elbow hit the head shaking the Ring Spirit's body, and the action that was originally about to attack Morgan was immediately slowed down.

After elbowing, Morgan immediately grabbed the Ring Spirit's body and lifted it down with force.

At this time, the benefit of piled up the power attributes is reflected. Under Morgan's huge power, the ring spirit sitting in front of him was immediately lifted down.

With a rumbling sound, the ring spirit in front of him was lifted off his horse by Morgan.

The dark horse under him seemed to have noticed that the owner had changed on his back and immediately jumped up wildly, as if he was throwing Morgan off the horse's back.

For Morgan, he could even beat the evil and terrifying ring spirit, let alone just the other party's horse.

Morgan clamped his legs with his horse's belly, reached out and pulled out the dagger from his waist, raised his hand and stabbed it on the black horse's butt.

However, the dark horse after being transformed by Modo's evil seemed to not notice the pain at all and continued to jump wildly.

At this time, one of the three riders' ring spirits was lifted off the horse by Morgan.

The other one was entangled by Aragon.

The last one broke through the encirclement between the two and rushed forward quickly.

Looking at the ring spirit that was quickly leaving.

Morgan jumped off the horse.

He originally planned to seize the dark horse and chase the remaining ring spirit, but these beasts who were specially transformed into the exclusive mount of the ring spirit not only refused to continue walking, but also jumped around wildly and had no equipment to ride.

Just after Morgan stepped on the horse's back, the crazy movements of the dark horse in front of him immediately became quiet.

The ring spirits behind were approaching quickly.

Seeing that the dark horse in front of me had plans to turn around and find the Ring Spirits.

How could Morgan bear this?

With his hand stretched out, the elf sword immediately appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Morgan rushed forward with a steadily, wielding his sword to cut off one of the black horse's front legs.

"Bang..."

The dark horse that lost its front legs immediately fell to the ground.

Morgan looked up at the dark horse and the Ring Spirit who had escaped quickly, feeling a little worried.

Only one ring spirit chased after him.

Of course, what Morgan is worried about is not Grofindel and Frodo.

Instead, Sam and Merippi, who escaped from behind, recruited the three Hobbits.

However, the Supreme Lord Ring is not in their hands. I believe that as long as you know to avoid it, the ring spirit should not specifically chase them.

At this time, the overturned ring spirit in front, led by the Angma Witch King, rushed up quickly.

Morgan was not interested in fighting these iron lumps at this time.

Almost all the dark horses on the mount were killed, and these ring spirits could not catch up with Frodo and the others if they could not get faster.

“Aragorn…”

Morgan retreated and shouted at Aragon, who was fighting with the ring spirit a little far away.

Aragon turned his head, looked at Morgan's actions, and then looked at the several ring spirits that were catching up with him and immediately understood Morgan's meaning.

Waving his sword to slash back the attacking ring spirit, Aragon turned around and ran away.

Soon, this scene appeared in the vast wilderness.

Morgan and Aragon ran hard in front, and behind them a group of black-robed ring spirits were chasing.

Half an hour later.

A sound of water flowing came from the front.

Morgan and Aragon immediately showed joy on their faces.

Soon, when they came to Xiangshui River, they saw the ring spirit who was wandering by the water and dared not cross the river.

On the opposite side of Xiangshui River, three short figures were standing by the river, as if provoking the ring spirit opposite.

"Let's go!"

Morgan and Aragon soon passed this half-human-deep section of the river.

On the same day, they saw that the ring spirits on the opposite side who had lost their mounts also came to the edge of Xiangshui River.

The two sides looked at each other a few times.

Morgan and Aragon left with three little hobbits.

It is only about two days away from Rivendell, and they are very close to the valley.

Two days later.

The sky is clear.

The autumn wind is cool.

Looking at the dreamy valley bathed in the golden sunshine ahead.

Sam and Merippit's three hobbits looked excited.

"Is that Rivendell?"

"My God, it's so beautiful..."

"I finally came to Rivendell, where the elves live, the legendary Rivendell..."

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

The three hobbits looked at the valley ahead and couldn't move their eyes at all, and were filled with exclamations.

"It's noon now, and it's still early to dream."

Aragon smiled as he looked at the three little hobbits.

Speaking of Rivendell, Aragon is the most familiar with the five-man team, even Morgan is not as good as that.

"Let's go, it's not too late to dream again, Frodo is still waiting for you."

Morgan's eyes were withdrawn from the beautiful scenery in the distance, and turned his head to look at the three hobbits beside him and smiled.

I'm finally arriving at Rivendell, so I can rest for a few days next.

"Yes, Frodo..."

"Frodo must have arrived..."

"Let's go quickly..."

Speaking of Frodo, the three hobbits were thrilled again.

Morgan and Aragon were ahead, striding towards the valley ahead.

When the five-man team walked through the long bridge over the surging river of Rivendell, and stepped onto the wide square at the foot of Rivendell Mountain.

I saw Gandalf in gray robe, Frodo in white short-sleeved, Arwen in white long skirt, Grofindel in golden robe, and Elderon, the host of Rivendell in dark blue robe, who was walking towards the square.

Looking at the people walking from the mountain, the two hobbits, Pipin and Meli, who were the most active just now, immediately calmed down with restraint.

"Long time no see, Morgan..."
To be continued...