"call..."

He let out a long sigh.

Looking at the three ring spirits who have disappeared.

Morgan raised his foot and walked towards the three dark horses that fell to the ground in front.

Soon, he stood in front of the corpse of one of the tall dark horses with great interest.

After a quick observation.

Morgan turned around and walked towards the direction where Frodo and Sam escaped.

......

The night is getting darker.

In a tall and dense field.

Two short figures were quickly traveling through the dense forest of crops far taller than them.

"quick..."

"Frodo!"

"Here!"

The rapid sounds fluctuated.

Two flexible figures were walking through the tall corn woodland.

These two are naturally Frodo and Sam.

The group of black-robed knights who came after Morgan alone blocked him.

Frodo and Sam ran forward desperately.

Fortunately, they have lived in this land of Habitun for countless years.

They are familiar with every woodland, every hillside, and even every ridge here.

Even if it's pitch black.

This also made the two of them not caught up by the Black Knight behind them.

But it was also because it was pitch dark.

When the two left their familiar Habitun, gradually distant.

The two hobbits also slowed down quickly.

"Quick, Frodo..."

In the tall and dense corn woodland, Sam, who was leading the way in front, kept speaking out.

"Wait, Sam..."

"Stay a break..."

"I really can't run."

Frodo said powerlessly and sat on the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he was gasping for breath.

Sam turned around and looked at Frodo behind him and immediately walked quickly to the back and listened, but he didn't hear any chasing him.

Sam then breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.

"call..."

"call..."

Sam gasped and wiped his sweat all over his head.

Then he took out the kettle in his backpack. Instead of drinking it himself, he handed it to Frodo next to him.

"Gulugulu..."

Frodo took the kettle and fed several large mouthfuls.

Then he handed it to Sam.

Sam then started drinking.

"I don't know how Uncle Morgan is now?"

Frodo wiped the sweat all over his forehead with his sleeve, and couldn't help but worry, "Will there be danger?"

Sam put down the kettle, wiped the water stains on his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Morgan will definitely be fine..."
Chapter completed!