Wesley hurried all the way across the moors, and a few days later he saw green. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make him happy. After all, there had been a change here. What he wanted most now was to meet elves, a book of elves, but he couldn't understand a word of it. It was a real headache.
As he continued forward, his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of horse hooves. Wesley followed the sound and saw only a small black dot in the distance, but it was indeed the sound of hooves, and it was very urgent.
Wesley hurried to meet the man. Human or not, he had to get there, or at least know where he was. But then there was the sound of hooves, and there were more dark spots in the distance, but they didn't look like a herd of horses. There were people on horseback, and this made Wesley happy. Even the black stallion under him was moving much more quickly.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the other party seemed to have discovered him. However, the other party had no intention of approaching and began to change direction. The horses behind also changed their direction.
"How strange," Wesley muttered. Then he clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the horse accelerated again. What a good horse. It seems that the will of Middle-earth is really powerful, otherwise I really can't catch them.
As they got closer, Wesley could see the other party clearly. On a white horse at the front, a woman was wearing a long gray dress jacket. She seemed to be holding something in front of her.
"Is this the elf girl?" Wesley asked Apple.
"This scene should be it. In front of her should be Frodo the Hobbit, and behind her is the Ring Spirit," said Apple.
"Hehe, coming early is not as good as coming at the right time. I don't know if it's the work of that world's will, but now is a good time to see how strong this world is." Wesley excitedly urged the horse under him, and the speed began to soar. In order to make the horse run faster, Wesley injected the energy of the space gem into the horse's body, and the apple began to regulate the energy.
The black horse's hooves were flying, and an inexplicable force made it want to run. This running was faster than it used to be, and the horse was very happy. It liked this feeling.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. The Ringwraiths had noticed Wesley, but they showed no interest in him. The Lord of the Rings was right in front of them, and their horses neighed, but there was no sign of life in them, and they seemed to know no fatigue.
The three parties rushed across the wilderness. Ahead of them was a forest, and Yaaga kept controlling the horses in Elvish. Soon they were all in the jungle, where the speed of the horses could not be used, and they needed more dexterity. Yaaga controlled the horses to gallop through the jungle as they pleased, and the Ringwraiths were a little clumsy, which always made them one step behind.
Wesley relied on Apple to control the horse's speed and dexterity. He was not inferior to the Elven woman and was even better. However, he was not familiar with the terrain, but he slowly approached the Ringwraith.
Arwen finally reached a small river. The water was very shallow. After crossing the river, she turned her horse around and pulled out her elf knife. The Ringwraiths stopped on the other side and they began to draw their swords.
"Hand over the halflings in your hand, Elven woman." The Ringwraith spoke and saw them clearly. They were all covered with cloaks, but their voices were hoarse and deep, giving people a cold feeling.
Wesley drew his sword with his right hand. The sound of the horse's hooves made the Ringwraiths look back, but Wesley's horse was fast and he was already close, brushing past them quickly. He used the two-handed sword with the agility of a one-handed sword and slashed it twice quickly. Two Ringwraiths were hit.
Wesley had injected the energy of the space gem into the sharp sword, and it glowed blue. Even in the daytime, it was clear that the Ring Spirit was between life and death. Should it be called the living dead? Or the resurrection of the dead? Wesley didn't know much about it, but he knew that his sword had magic power, and the energy of the space gem injected into it must have extraordinary lethality.
The two Ringwraiths were cut down from their horses, and then their bodies began to emit black smoke. "Ah…" Screams sounded, as if night owls were crying. The sharp screams made people's hair stand on end. The elf girl, Yaaga, stared blankly at Wesley.
Wesley was wearing the armor of the first Elven King. It was gorgeous and noble, and the vines on it had powerful magic. It was the magic pattern of the Elves. Although the sword in his hand was more like a human sword, it was obviously made by the Elves and was very old. But these were actually worn by a human. She had thought that this guy was also a Ring Spirit.
The remaining Ringwraiths looked at each other, then turned their horses and ran away without looking back. Wesley was stunned. "That works? Aren't they fearless?"
"The Ringwraiths do escape. This has happened many times in movies. You don't need to be surprised. But according to the analysis just now, the energy of the space gem can indeed cause serious damage to dead creatures. Killing them can also be done. This is good news."
"That's not bad. In the end, there's nothing we can do. Now that we've seen Frodo, we can just go and get the ring and leave." Wesley pulled the reins and the horse walked towards the female elf, who was still holding the long knife in her hand and staring nervously at Wesley.
Beautiful. She was so beautiful. Wesley was stunned when he saw her. He had thought that she was beautiful when he watched the movie. Of course, that was the effect of the movie after the actors put on makeup. But now, looking at a female elf face to face, a princess of the elves, the beauty was indescribable. But Wesley only admired her. Wesley admired her pure beauty.
"Who are you?" Arwen asked warily. "Why do you have the armor and weapons of our Elven race? And you are so old?"
"Why? My name is Wesley Gibson. I'm from the north," Wesley said.
"North? North of here is the Troll Forest. Where did you come from?" Yaaga clearly did not believe it.
"It's not the Troll Forest, it's a wasteland, and then it chased you all the way here…" Wesley couldn't continue. He was warned, and the will of the world whispered in his ear that it couldn't say he existed. The creatures of this world should not know of his existence.
Yaaga tilted his head and gave Wesley a puzzled look. Then he turned his horse and ran. Wesley came back to his senses. Naturally, he could not let the other party slip away. Otherwise, where would he find the elves? He hurriedly rode after him. This time, he was not in a hurry. The distance between the two sides was maintained, and Yaaga was no longer flustered. This was the territory of the elves. She was safe now.
Nothing happened on the way. The two horses came to a bridge at the same time. Wesley looked up and saw a huge city appear. This was a city built entirely on topography. This was Rivendell.
Yarrow rode straight in and shouted something Wesley understood. Then a large number of elves appeared, holding longbows aimed at Wesley. Wesley jumped off his horse and raised his hands to show that he was not hostile.
The elves did not rush forward to arrest him. The two sides were in a stalemate. Wesley really could not figure out what they were waiting for. Bored, Wesley took a cigar. This time he lit it with a match and smoked it. The elves looked at him curiously.