This morning, a team of six people came out of Buli.

Because the following are the reasons for the wilderness mountain roads.

So you must not think about riding a horse.

Before leaving, Morgan bought a lot of food at the Black Knights Tavern and put it into the dimensional ring.

This time, the team members only need to carry their own small carry packages.

All other things were put into the dimensional ring by Morgan.

This magical scene naturally fell into the eyes of Aragon, who had just joined the team.

But he just glanced at the ring on Morgan's hand and stopped paying attention.

"Where do you think we will go this time?"

"How do I know..."

"Do you know if you ask Morgan?"

"Why don't you ask?"

Listening to the back of the team, the four little hobbits kept talking.

Morgan, who was walking in front, couldn't help but suddenly remembered the dwarves in Lone Mountain.

Thinking back to the time when the Gushan Expedition Team gathered together, the dwarves were chattering like this endlessly.

Unexpectedly, the same was true for these hobbits when they gathered together.

I think this trip to Rivendell will not be boring.

"Uncle Morgan, where are we going next?"

At this moment, Frodo's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Morgan looked back at the four small men behind him and said, "Rivendale."

“Our next destination is Rivendell.”

After Morgan finished speaking, the four hobbits started to talk again.

"Rivendale?"

"Is it the elves' residence, right?"

"Morgan is going to take us to see the elves?"

"The legendary elves?"

"I haven't seen what the elves look like, where are you?"

"What?"

"Have you seen the elves?"

"No."

"Where are you, Frodo?"

"I haven't seen it before..."

There are constant joy behind it.

In front, Aragon, who was walking side by side with Morgan, suddenly turned to look at Morgan and said, "Morgan, is your ring also?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Morgan turned to look at Aragon and smiled.

"Your ring has magical powers. Apart from being the Lord of the Ring, I can't think of any other ring that has that ability."

Aragon smiled likewise.

For a ranger like him who spent most of his previous careers in the wilderness.

He understands better than anyone how practical equipment with magical storage space capabilities is.

"I don't know either."

"But probably not, I've seen it for Gandalf."

"It's a pity that he didn't find anything."

"But it doesn't matter. I've got this ring for so long and haven't noticed anything unusual."

Morgan smiled and shook his head, and continued, "Maybe it's just a magical ring."

"After all, there are too many secrets in this world."

Hearing Morgan's words, Aragon nodded: "Even Gandalf can't find out, it seems that this is probably the case."

Indeed, even Gandalf, who had lived for countless years and had a very knowledgeable knowledge, was probably the case.

But Aragon just asked casually.

After all, with Morgan's strength and great reputation, if something really happened to his finger ring, he would have been exposed long ago.

What he actually wants to ask more is Morgan's true identity?

As a human being, he can survive from the expedition and war in Gushan until now, and he still looks extremely young.

In the whole world, except for the Dunedan people who live a lifespan far exceeds that of ordinary humans, no human race can do this.

Nowadays, Aragon, as the 16th patriarch of the Dunedan people, naturally has the obligation and responsibility to find out Morgan's true identity.

Without Timo's strength at all, Morgan's stronger lies in his strong relationship with the Eribo Dwarf Kingdom of the North and Thorin. The Oak Shield, the King of the Valley, and the powerful network of relationships with the Dark Jungle Thrandir Elf King.

Aragon could fully think of the powerful terror of the hidden power behind Morgan.

If Morgan is really a "Du Nei Dan" bloodline that is wandering outside... that would be great.

But Aragon thought a lot in his mind, but he still didn't speak easily.

Because he once asked Gandalf if Morgan had ever mentioned his identity or something else.

But Gandalf said that Morgan was not interested in those people, and he didn't care whether they were Dunedans.

It is because of Morgan's attitude that Aragon is not able to speak rashly.

Because this question may not be a big deal when others ask, but as the current leader of the Dunedan tribe, it is difficult to speak.

After all, his relationship with Morgan is far from reaching the same level as Gandalf and Morgan.

After thinking about it for a while, Aragon didn't ask for any more questions.

The six-man team continued to move forward.

When the sky gradually became brighter, the red sun rose in the eastern sky.

The warm sunshine shines on the earth in autumn.

It rained for several days.

I finally saw the sunshine again today.

Walking on sparse hills and mountains.

The mood of the entire team also became brighter with the sky.

Half a month later.

The six-man team walked out of the vast Chitt Forest and reached the weak water swamp.

The sky is gloomy.

Looking at the stinky water swamp in front of me that could not be seen at first sight.

Except for the unnecessary expressions on Morgan and Aragon's faces.

The four hobbits looked at the skeletons everywhere in front of them, the huge vampire flies hovering above the smelly muddy water, and a muddy path that was not a road at all.

Each of his faces immediately became hesitant and difficult.

“Can we take a detour?”

Merry asked, looking at Morgan with a ponytail beside her.

"No, we avoided the Avenue."

"If we bypass it, we will have at least one month extra travel time."

Morgan shook his head and said.

He naturally knew that the swamp in front of him was hard to leave.

But in order to avoid the Ring Spirit, the team gave up walking the avenue, and this swamp was the only way to go.

Hearing such words, the Hobbits immediately gave up.

"You don't have to be afraid. This swamp is not large. We can get out in about three days."

Aragon smiled and comforted the Hobbits.
To be continued...