Rohan.

When the warm light in the sky tilts westward.

Large areas of bright red sunset are covered with the sky.

The cold wind whistles the wilderness.

The section of the road leading to the vast wilderness of Helm Valley.

It was quite busy at this time.

Because from time to time you can see several horses, more than a dozen horses, and even more groups of cavalry, with large and small bags hanging on their horses, and while walking, they kept making a sound of gold and iron collision and walking towards the deep valley.

These cavalry were obviously Rohan Cavalry.

The battle with the orcs Aisinger Fangqiang continued until this morning since the end of the night.

Until the white-robed wizard Gandalf and the reinforcements of Silohan lord Ekenbrand arrived, King Xiodon was seriously injured and sick to charge.

With the joint efforts of reinforcements and defenders, the army of powerful orcs of Aisinge was defeated.

Because there are too many defeated troops.

The troops of Rohan side chased the powerful orcs who fled everywhere until the afternoon, and they barely chased most of the defeated soldiers of Aisinger.

As for the remaining ones that escaped, they no longer pose a threat.

The Helm Deep Valley is not close to Aisinger, but it is not far, just about two days away.

I guess those deserters will eventually escape back to Aisinger.

But that was no longer in mind by Luo Han.

"Bang bang bang..."

The loud sound of horse hooves came with the sound of metal collision.

More than a dozen fully armed Rohan Pigs carried large packages and quickly walked towards the horn fort deep in the valley.

When this cavalry team goes far.

Not long after.

A fully armed cavalry with his head tightly hidden in his helmet appeared at the entrance of the Helm Deep Valley.

Unlike other cavalrymen,

There were two people sitting in this battle horse.

Moreover, there was no package hanging on the horse's back.

Most importantly, the horse is moving slowly.

It is completely different from other cavalry chasing time.

These two are naturally Morgan and Princess Rohan Iowin, who is "disguised as a man".

Because of Iowin's identity.

The two were unable to walk with the other Rohan knights.

Even if there were leaders of Rohan who recognized Morgan, the invitation from the soldiers was rejected by Morgan.

The horses under him were walking towards the deep valley at a constant speed.

Morgan looked up at the blood-red sunset in the western sky and suddenly spoke, "Look at the clouds in the sky, I heard that such clouds were caused by too many killings."

“There are really too many killings…”

Iowin followed Morgan's instructions and looked at the blood-red horizon, as if he had remembered something. He was silent for a while before he spoke softly.

"But it finally came to an end."

Morgan nodded and said softly.

"Yes, it's finally over..."

Iowin sighed lightly, his voice was not as grand, energetic and cheerful as usual, and obviously something was hidden in his heart.

Morgan is not Chu Ge, so he is naturally clear about this.

But I just know.

He is not good, and he will not speak easily.

He has been in this world for nearly sixty years and has also fallen in love with the elf Tarrell for sixty years.

Although the two have not officially held their wedding until now.

But Tarrell, who gave birth to a son and a daughter for him, had long been regarded as his wife.

Morgan is not an elf, and he also thinks he is not very dedicated and very dedicated man.

However, he was unwilling to let Tarrell, who loved him deeply, get hurt.

He was even less willing to let his cute daughter Ephne and his well-behaved son Ulysses be injured.

So, even though Iowin's personality really moved him.

He was not going to do anything to do to his wife Tarrell.

If it was before meeting Taril.

Then he doesn't have to wait for Eowen to pursue him, and he will take the initiative to attack.

But it doesn't work now.

Even if Iowin's personality makes him appreciate and like it very much, and his figure is attractive enough to attract him, that's not OK.

This is his responsibility as a man with a wife.

Iowin finished speaking.

Morgan did not answer.

The atmosphere was a little silent for a moment.

Only two horses were off the body and moved forward quietly and at a constant speed.

It took a long time to do this.

Iowin suddenly spoke: "The war has been won, maybe His Majesty the King is ready to return to Edoras."

"Where are you Morgan?"

When Eowen said this, he suddenly turned his head, looked at the man behind him and asked, "What are your plans next..."

Looking at the fair face and skin exposed in the cracks of Iowen's strong helmet in front of him.

Morgan said, "Go back to Edoras?"

"No, His Majesty Siodon would not do this."

“The world is not very safe now.”

"The huge shadow of Soren of Modo covers the heads of the free race of the world."

"Someone has seen Morgan's army heading towards the Kingdom of Gondor."

"In such a turbulent situation, Your Majesty will definitely not return to Edoras now. It would be too unwise..."

Morgan shook his head and finished speaking.

Iowin thought carefully and nodded to agree with Morgan's point of view.

But this was not what she really wanted to ask. He continued to look at the man behind him and asked, "What about you?"

"What are your plans next?"

"I..."

Speaking of this, Morgan raised his lips and smiled, "Of course I will continue to stay here, stay at the horn fort."

"After all, what promised someone has not been completed yet, right?"

The words fell.

Iowin's eyes lit up in his helmet immediately.

She immediately remembered what Morgan was talking about, that was, this morning, Morgan promised to teach herself how to learn archery.

She almost forgot about this.

It's really inappropriate.

"I thought... Morgan, you forgot."

Eowen's expression changed slightly, and his tone hesitated a little, and he immediately replied calmly.

But at such a distance.

Even if Iowin's head is hidden inside the helmet.

Morgan could also roughly see the slight changes in her expression on her face.
To be continued...