"It...has no master?"

His eyes came back to his senses from the dark horse, and Morgan looked at Eowen beside him and asked.

How could a horse with such outstanding appearance and figure be avoided by others, especially Luo Han, who is proficient in horse control techniques.

"It was originally there, but now it's gone."

Hearing Morgan ask about this, Eowen seemed to remember something and said softly: "It was originally prepared for Siojied..."

Now that Siojede is dead, the horse naturally has no master.

As soon as Eowen opened his mouth, Morgan reacted and stopped talking about it, but asked, "What is it called?"

"I don't have a name yet, I haven't had time to pick it up..."

"Now it belongs to you, and the name should be taken by Morgan."

Eouwen smiled and opened the stable door, reaching out to make an invitation.

Morgan is not polite. The importance of horses in this world is beyond doubt, and he really likes this horse at first glance.

When he walked into the stable and saw Morgan approaching, the dark horse immediately started to take a step and started to sniff.

Seeing the dark horse in front of him not cooperating, Morgan was a little surprised. Now many animals are afraid of him when they see him. This horse is rare that he has not been afraid of him in recent years.

Iowin looked at Morgan approaching the dark horse, and seemed to be looking forward to something in his eyes.

But the next second.

When Morgan reached out to touch the black horse's neck and cheek.

The dark horse immediately calmed down, like a docile cat, letting Morgan touch it.

“Huh…”

Iowin looked at Morgan in surprise. She knew that although the horse was very good, she had a very bad temper. She was so painful that Sioje, who tamed it, had suffered a lot.

"How did you do it?"

Iowin looked at Morgan and said in surprise.

"that's all."

Morgan turned his head and stroked the dark horse's long face casually.

The dark horse that Iowen had a very irritable temper in his eyes and that ordinary people would never think of touch was extremely well-behaved and quiet under Morgan.

But she seemed to see that the dark horse in front of her seemed to be a little afraid of Morgan.

But how is this possible?

Then, what surprised her even more.

She heard Morgan actually named the dark horse: "Radish!"

"radish..."

......

Aisinger.

High-rise of Orsank Stone Tower.

Saruman, wearing a white robe, sat on the stone mount with an unpleasant expression.

"White-robed Gandalf..."

"Idiot Gandalf."

Thinking of the scene he saw using Rohan Xiorton's eyes, Saruman stood up, his face dark, and murmured to himself.

"Do you think you have received the grace of God and have changed into new clothes and want to compare me?"

"No need to think about it..."

Although I didn't care, I saw Gandalf wearing a white robe.

Saruman did feel the crisis.

However, when he decided to turn to Sauron and attempted to dominate the entire world by competing for the Supreme Lord of the Ring, he had a similar enlightenment.

I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

I didn't expect Gandalf to be promoted to a white robe so quickly.

Saruman frowned and pondered.

"There are three people following the wizard..."

At this time, a voice came from the entrance of the hall.

He walked into the hall with a black robe, pale and blood-colored face, and a figure with one leg on the slope.

The visitor is naturally Grima.

A few days ago, from Edoras of Rohan, Grima, the former chief adviser of Rohan who escaped from under the sword of Sioton, came to Aisinger.

"A human, an elf, and a dwarf..."

Grima said as he approached Saruman.

But before he finished speaking, Saruman suddenly sniffed, glanced at Grima who was walking beside him, and interrupted with great disgust: "You are covered in horse smell."

The words fell.

Grima immediately stood there in embarrassment.

It’s not right to keep talking, nor is it right to keep moving forward.

Saruman reappeared and sat back on the huge stone mount.

Grima also recovered from the embarrassment and looked at Saruman who was thinking alone and said, "Sioton will definitely not stay in Edoras for too long."

"He knew there couldn't be kept, and he knew we would launch a big attack."

"I guess...Sioton will likely retreat to Helm's Deep Valley."

"It was Rohan's last and strong castle, which he had mentioned to me more than once."

"But they are not easy to walk through the mountain, and they are still far away. With a large number of men, women, young, women and children, they must be slow to move."

"Maybe, we can do something..."

Grima kept saying on his own.

Finally, Saruman, who was sitting on the stone mount, slowly stood up.

......

Eastern territory of Luohan.

Close to the northern edge of Gondor.

On the vast vast wilderness.

One man and one horse were running towards Edoras, the capital of Rohan.

......

Early morning in Edoras.

It was just dawn.

The whole city is already busy.

As a nomadic people.

The people of Rohan are not unfamiliar with migration.

With the orders of the king yesterday.

Under the guidance, the residents of Edoras traveled outside the city in an orderly manner.

When the light balls in the east sky rise.

The first ray of warm sunshine shines on the earth.

The thick wooden doors of Edoras are locked.

As the last warrior followed the endless huge team and headed forward.

The migration and refuge of the Rohan Kingdom began.

The residents of the entire Edoras were accompanied by the action.

The migration journey is obviously not boring.

In the middle of the long line, is where the throne is located.

King Siodon and Iowin, Morgan Legolas and the dwarf Jinli were walking together, while Iowmel led the cavalry to walk on both sides of the huge migration team.

At this time, Legolas and Jin Li, who was riding on the tall horse, were talking about something.

In front of two people.
To be continued...