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

Russell looked cute and frowned, as if recalling when he learned magic.

Aragon: “…”

I am so amnesia-lossed. If I still believe you have amnesia, I will be a hammer!

Aragon snorted coldly, not wanting to pay attention to Russell, and walked towards the two black magic horses with a long sword. They are the mounts of the Ring Spirit, born in the nightmare in the dark, contain highly poisonous breaths, and spread a disease called black shadow disease, and cannot be left alone.

"Wait, Aragon, don't be impulsive, keep the horse under the knife!"

"What's wrong?" Aragon turned his head in confusion.

"What species are these two horses?" Russell's eyes shined. The dark horse was strong and handsome, and he looked like a charming person.

"nightmare!"

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

Aragon: “…”

Hobbit: "…"

nightmare:"……"

"The tongue is purely a tongue!" Seeing everyone's strange eyes, Russell coughed lightly: "I mean, our horse was killed by the Ring Spirit. It took too much time to hike to Rivendell without foot strength. The Ring Spirit was only temporarily repelled. It will definitely be stronger when it comes back. These two horses are kept and cannot be killed."

"Russell, Nightmare is a magical creature born in the darkness, you can't...eat it!" Aragon's face looked strange. Although Russell said the same thing as it was, Hazel was really not convincing.

"It's okay, I learned to cook a pot some time ago, and I can add the recipe as long as I'm alive."

"Don't you lose your memory?" Aragorn asked.

"Are you stupid? I believe this?" Russell answered with confidence and looked at caring for mentally retarded.

Aragon: “…”

Russell, regardless of Aragon's face, walked over and knocked him away, pulling the reins of two nightmares. Nightmare was naturally unwilling to cooperate, and sniffed repeatedly, lifted his front hooves and stepped towards Russell.

Crackling!

Nightmare:_(:Horse』∠)_

The nightmare corpses on the ground cannot be wasted. The poor foodies are very careful. Russell took out a rope and tied up two horse legs, preparing to have extra meals tonight.

Seeing that Russell came to the real world, Aragon hurriedly said, "No, let's not talk about whether nightmare can be eaten. Just ordinary people will get black shadow disease if they stay with them for a long time."

"Termally ill?" Russell asked with his head tilted.

"That's not, there is a herb called "The King's Sword" that can be treated and prevented, as long as the poisoning is not too long."

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

Russell jumped into the nightmare, and the latter dared to resist and became honest with one click.

"Frodo, there is that person, who and who, you will have a good time tonight. Not everyone can eat Nightmare." Russell waved his hand and drove the Nightmare vertically down from the tower.

Frodo and the four of them opened their mouths wide, came to their senses and looked at Aragon in unison, wanting to hear what he had to say, can nightmare be eaten?

"Let's go, we'll ride one of five..."

Aragon had a dark face and thought to himself that Russell was a huge pit, but he had no good idea, so he could only jump in with his nose pinched. He just said that he knew that Russell was determined to ride the Nightmare to Rivendell, and his only idea was to find the King's Sword as soon as possible.

...

At midnight, the noisy forest was silent, and the animals active in the day disappeared without a trace.

But this is just a normal creature. The abnormal monsters are moving at night. A moonlight shines on it, illuminating a scarlet black crow with eyes shining through the lush branches and leaves.

A strange scream echoed in the air. Following the bloody air, you could find a cluster of burning bonfires and a big pot of gurgling.

Russell sneered and boiled the water in the pot. Under the flames, his facial features were extremely ferocious, which was the foodie's impatient face.

Frodo and the other four bite the apples on the side, looking at him hesitantly. The Hobbits' foodie attributes are not small. Six meals a day, one less meal can cost them half their lives. Calculate the time for a midnight snack.

But can nightmare really be eaten?

By the way, the iron pot is provided by them, just escorting the Supreme Lord Ring. You can do it if you change clothes, but you must bring the iron pot with you.

Two nightmares were tied aside, and when they saw their companions put in the pot, they both screamed in a low voice, as if they saw their own destiny. In fact, they were thinking too much, and Russell was refining enhancement medicines. Unless they were really delicious, they would not use them.

"Why haven't Aragon come yet? It's just a few herbs. It takes so long?" Russell frowned, causing Frodo and the other four to watch the fire, and their bodies flashed and disappeared into the dense forest.

In the dense forest, Aragon waved his sword with a bad look on his face. Whenever he encountered a grass, he would squat down and check it carefully, feeling very aggrieved.

"Oh, I'm also a famous strider... Ahem, the famous traveler and a famous ranger were sent out to find ingredients in the middle of the night. I was really careless about making friends."

In front, the last medicinal herb appeared. Aragon squatted down in dejectedly, digged out the herbs and stuffed them into the backpack behind him.

"I finally got it done, I won't take risks with him next time..."

Halfway through the conversation, Aragon shut up decisively, and a sharp sword pressed against his neck. At some point, someone came to his back.

"What's wrong, the famous god move... the big strider, there is no defense at all."

Hearing the cold female voice behind him, Aragon's tense muscles relaxed instantly and rolled his eyes speechlessly. The person who came was a friend but a enemy, his elf girlfriend Arwin.

"That's because of God's move... The big strider handed over the back to me!"

Another voice sounded, Russell appeared behind Alwin, and Edman's alloy knife was placed on her slender neck.

【bite】

[The host contacts the plot character Alvin, triggers the lottery session, and gets two chances of lottery. Will he draw now?]

Alwin, where did you hear this name?

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

Russell only heard the first half of the sentence. When Arwin turned around, he could not hear the one behind him because the female elf in front of him was so amazing.

Its skin is as white as snow, with a beautiful face and clear eyes. The most shocking thing is the temperament, which exudes a fresh and natural atmosphere from the inside out, paints a clear and beautiful picture.

Russell was shocked at the celestial being in an instant. Is this an elf? It’s so beautiful? Also, who said that elves have angel faces and flat figures, which are clearly lying!

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

?(???)?

"Beauty, rob?" Russell immediately changed his style: "It's wrong to do this. Aragon has no money, no sex, no specialties, rob me!"

Alwin: "Your friend?"
Chapter completed!