Wesley stepped back. This time he changed the course of events. The expedition could go directly to Mordor. But when he returned, he found that two men were missing, two Hobbits, and Frodo and Sam were gone. Wesley's heart immediately sank.
"What about Frodo and Sam?" Wesley asked.
Aragorn looked at Wesley and said, "I let them go. They will go to Mordor." He knew this himself, including the Elves and Dwarves, who looked at him in surprise, as did Wesley.
"Are you sure you did that?" Wesley asked, staring at him.
"That's right. And we'll stop you here. We won't let you catch up with them." Aragorn drew his sword, although the Elf and the Dwarf didn't know why Aragorn did it. They were obviously standing together at the time.
"Are you guarding against me?" Wesley was angry. It was not easy for him to be kind enough to save them, but he did not expect Aragorn to be the most guarded against him.
"Yes, I know that you have helped a lot, and you are strong enough to destroy our expedition, but I still have to guard against you. The power of the Ring is not something you can imagine." Aragorn's tone was more like persuasion.
Wesley laughed. "Haha, I understand. You are afraid. You are frightened by the Lord of the Rings. Haha… It is really ridiculous. My power is stronger than the Lord of the Rings. Even if Sauron wears the Lord of the Rings, he is just an idiot who is killed. I am not willing to fight with you, so I am ready to spend more time watching the Lord of the Rings fall into Doomsday Volcano, but now you are wasting my time." Wesley was already roaring at the end.
"Sorry, we don't know you at all, so we can only do this." Aragorn said apologetically.
Wesley didn't care about the man's attitude anymore. Now that the plan had been forcibly changed, he was thinking about what he should do. Go after them? The guys here wouldn't let him do what he wanted now. They would stop him. Even if he knocked them down, they would follow him forward and kill them? Wesley admitted that he wasn't a good guy, but he wasn't the kind of guy who would just kill them.
"Apple, in the current situation, we can only move alone. We can't chase two Hobbits, so there's no point in moving with them. Why don't we go to Isengard? Saruman's Tower should have a lot of things. How about we go and take a look?" Wesley stared at the Tower. Although the wizard magic here is not good, their knowledge may be useful. It's not bad to take a look.
"Sure, but are you going to attack there yourself?" Apple asked.
"Yes, but we need a horse. It turned out that the horse was left in Rivendell. I don't know if the will of Middle-earth has gotten it out. Can we contact the guy?"
"He should be watching us with his will. Call him from a place with no one around. He can almost get a response."
Wesley finished his discussion with Apple, then looked at Aragorn and said, "In that case, there's no point in being with you. I'd better split up. Goodbye." With that, Wesley headed directly west. He was going to pass the edge of Fangorn Forest and head north into Isengard at Rohan Pass.
Aragorn was also surprised to see Wesley leave so quickly. Then he hurried after him and said, "We can move together and go to the Kingdom of Rohan. There are Rohan cavalry there. We can ask them to send troops to help attract the attention of Mordor. That way, it will be much easier for Frodo."
Wesley did not even turn his head or say a word as he continued to walk quickly forward. It was futile to stay in such a distrustful team. It was better to act on his own and practice magic and collect some souvenirs. If things went well, he could return to the Amazing Universe as soon as possible. If things did not go well, he would come out and clean up the mess. Now Wesley had thought it through.
There was no point in being anxious. Anyway, he had to travel through time anyway. When the time came, he would see the progress of the technical research. The most important thing now was to work hard to increase his strength.
They walked away quickly, leaving the expedition to look at each other. Legolas came to Aragorn's side and said, "Aragorn, perhaps he is telling the truth."
"We can't gamble," Aragorn said helplessly.
"Aren't we betting now?" Gimli was straightforward. They were indeed betting that Frodo could reach Mount Doom.
"Well, let's not talk about it anymore. Now let's go to the Kingdom of Rohan and ask for help there. Come on, let's go." Aragorn also began to go west. His purpose was to borrow troops and then attack Mordor, but Rohan's cavalry alone is not enough. They need more troops.
Wesley headed west and shouted from a deserted spot, "I want a horse." His voice echoed in the wilderness. The will of Middle-earth did not respond to him, which made Wesley angry. Then he walked on. There was not much time. A horse's hoof sounded and Wesley looked over.
It was the same black horse, fully equipped, that ran towards him. Wesley's expression brightened and he hurried forward to meet him. The black warhorse liked Wesley very much and leaned over affectionately.
Wesley patted its big head, then mounted his horse and galloped off in the right direction. The speed was much happier now, and Wesley passed through the edge of Fangorn Forest without stopping. The forest was very old, and there were a lot of tree men in it. Wesley had no intention of gradually becoming a tree man, so he galloped all the way there.
Wesley encountered no obstacles during the several days of travel, and there were no uruk-hai patrols. Saruman was concentrating his forces. The army attacking the kingdom of Rohan was probably about to set off. Wesley was still wondering if he should attack this force.
If this force left Isengard, Isengard's garrison would be too weak. This did not meet his requirements for practicing magic, but was it too much to attack a large army of more than ten thousand people? Wesley was not worried about this because he had a horse.
The importance of a good horse was self-evident, especially in this world. Wesley could engage in guerrilla warfare and adopt the method of riding and shooting. In the universe of the origin, China's nomads had used this method to loot Europe. He believed that he could also use such a good tactic.
Wesley did not deliberately reduce his speed along the way, but traveled at full speed. A few days later, he arrived at the periphery of Isengard, but his arrival was very coincidental. The enemy army was driving out of Isengard.