For Frodo, Sam, and Pipin, the three young guys who still maintain a vigorous young hobbit mentality: there is no doubt that this quiet and quiet atmosphere is not liked by them.

Perhaps it was because he was excited that he and others had just avoided the dark horse knight's tracking not long ago, or that the heavy pressure that had accumulated for a long time in this tense and exciting pursuit war requires a special way of venting.

Anyway, the three Hobbit friends chose to sing loudly to express their wonderful emotions.

It has to be said that this is not a wise move in the face of a crisis where pursuers may be hidden from all directions.

However, whether it was Frodo, who grew up listening to the story of the Lone Mountain Expedition told by Bilbo, or Sam, who had taken over his father's professional gardener class since childhood, and Pipin, who had been active in the countryside around the Charles and the Bucks, these three adventure teams with almost zero actual adventure experience still performed such dangerous actions in unison.

"Lalala!" Perhaps it was because of the ring for many days that I had been worried about the pressure of the pursuit soldier who showed great viciousness. Anyway, even Frodo, who was the most vigilant in the past, was always happy with singing.

Even as they were singing, the two companions stood up excitedly and provoked a cheerful dance circulating in the Charles and the Bucks.

Suddenly, a strange roar sounded, and the three of them were stunned.

The roar sounded both fierce and terrifying. In this countless time of the past, I was immersed in the land full of no disputes with the world and mainly of pastoral natural life. The three of them had never heard such a desolate and evil roar.

At the same time, Frodo could even detect their overwhelming fear from the faces of his two partners' tightening into purple-colored pig livers.

"This sound is not right!" Before Frodo could express his own opinion, another terrifying roar suddenly came from the other end of the forest in the distance. From the latter's angry tone, it is naturally not difficult to see that it seemed to be echoing each other and communicating something with its companions who made the roar first.

However, no matter what the two strange creatures that made roars and explosions were angry for, Frodo instinctively felt that all this might be related to him.

Although this idea was a bit strange, it seemed to be an instinct. Anyway, it suddenly appeared in his mind with the two roars sounded from front and back feet.

"What the hell is that? It sounds really strange." Although his legs were shaking so hard that he could pedal the sewing machine, Pipin, who had always been optimistic, still tried to guess the roaring owner's identity in a better place. "Don't be too nervous, maybe that's the two strange birds who just appeared in Charles?"

"Believe me, that's not a bird's cry," Frodo said. "That weird sound, as far as I know, looking at the entire tartar land, the Charles region, there will be no bird or beast that can make such sounds. Similarly, it will not be a prank by the Hobbit. The oral structure of the Hobbit cannot make such a roar that only monsters can. In my opinion, those two roars must be the convening whistle issued by the enemy!"

"I agree with Lord Frodo's point of view. Maybe we should speed up. The two roars just now, but they are not far from us!" Sam expressed some support for Frodo's judgment.

After that, no one was willing to raise this topic anymore.

They all thought of the Black Knight, but no one was willing to tell the terrible guess or the truth that might come true.

But there is no doubt that the fear of moving forward or retreating back the same way is likely to be attacked by evil pursuers such as the Dark Horse Knights shrouded everyone's heads.

Despite their fear, Frodo and others knew that they had to rush to the ferry.

Trying to put away the confusion, doubts and fear in their hearts, everyone took off for half a minute and still carried their backpacks and set off again.

Soon after, they reached the end of the forest. A flat and open grassland appeared in front of everyone.

It has to be said that before leaving the forest, Frodo was still worried and unhappy about the potential wild beasts such as wild venomous snakes, shadow bobcats, etc. in the lush forest.

But after leaving the forest, he and others were about to officially step into this area without any tall natural plants as a shelter. Around him, there was a flat and flat grassland. Frodo immediately missed the beauty of the forest.

After all, the forest is hard to walk on, and the vision is too obstructed, it is better than the flat grassland that is extremely easy to expose the whereabouts of our group!

If the ferocious black horse knight or the monster who heard the strange screams and roars came to catch up, where would he and others hide in this flat grass that could be seen at a glance?

With such a nervous and worried mood, Frodo could only force himself to lead his two partners to leave the shade of the forest and step onto the flat grassland. When he moved forward, Frodo could even see with his own eyes that the high ground was eating their breakfast this morning when he was eating.

Frodo was worried that he would see the Black Knight standing on the high ground.

Fortunately, Frodo did not see any movement of the dark horse knight after walking through this uncovered grassland.

It seemed to be taking care of everyone's confusing and uneasy mood. Even the hot and warm sun broke through the shadow of the clouds and burst out dazzling light again.

The fear gradually faded, but Frodo still dared not take the ease of alertness to the surroundings.

Past experiences tell him that when you relax your vigilance, it is usually the moment when trouble comes!

After passing through several fields at the end of the grassland, waiting for Frodo and others to be clearly divided, equipped with complete ditches and mills. The neat fences set up around the farmland, and the signs that the Hobbit people determined the ownership of the territory, all told everyone that they must have come to a territory belonging to the Hobbit farmers.

They came to a large area of ​​turnip fields and were blocked by a door that seemed very strong. Behind the door was a path between the fences on both sides, leading to the bushes in the distance. Pipin stopped.

"I recognize this field and this door!" he said. "This is the land of the old farmer Maga. What we just passed by is his family's field!"

"To be honest, if there is a choice, I really don't want to step into this manor!" The expression on Frodo's face seemed no different from the path to embarking on the dragon's nest, which also surprised and confused his two partners.

"Is Maga so scary?" asked Pipin. "If I remember correctly, he has always been a good friend of the Frodo family of your spirit deer family. Although the hunting dogs he has tamed are very fierce to strangers who rashly enter his territory, you are not so scared. We are not strangers to him!"

"You don't understand," Frodo said. "It's all my problem," he said a little embarrassedly, "I'm afraid of him and his dog. When I was a kid, I mischievously liked to sneak into his fields to pull out the mushrooms and orphans. Therefore, I was caught by him and sneaked in and pulled out the mushrooms and orphans several times. The most impressive thing about me was that the old farmer who had always been strict with his hounds scared me. To be honest, I knew he was just scaring me, but those hounds were so scared! Even after so many years, I still felt so scared when I remembered those hounds!"

Pipin laughed. "Okay, you did it all by yourself. Now the debts of the past are coming to you. You have to live back to the stag land anyway, right? Old Maga people are really good. As long as you admit your mistake, he will forgive you. If we meet him, leave it to me to speak. I am very familiar with him and often come to him with Meili in the past."

.....

They walked along the trail until they saw the large houses and farmhouses among the trees ahead.

Unlike the habit of Hobbit people in the Charles region who prefer to live in semi-crypto-style houses, the residents of the Buckland prefer to build their houses on the ground. Maga built his sturdy farmhouse with bricks, surrounded by a circle of high walls. The high walls face the path has a very wide wooden door.

As they got closer and closer, a fierce barking of dogs suddenly came from their ears. It seemed that they could sense the identity of the visitor. A loud guy shouted to stop his tamed hunting dog from going out: "Claws! Sharp teeth! Little wolf! Be good! Be good!"

Hearing the hound's roar, Frodo stood still in a state of conditioning reflex, and Sam was also frightened.

Only Pipin walked forward as if he didn't hear the barking of a dog.

As soon as the door opened, three strong hunting dogs barked and rushed towards the group. They first shook their tails at Pipin, then quickly rushed over him towards Frodo and Sam. Frodo and Sam were naturally scared to move when they were sniffed by these big dogs.

At this time, a strong Hobbit with a rosy and round face came out from behind the door. "Hello, gentlemen! You came from there, do you need anything?" he asked.

"Wuan, Mr. Maga! I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you doing well today? My friends and I are here to visit!" Pipin said.

The farmer began to look at him carefully. "Hey, Pipin! I said why the footsteps of the visitors who came to the door sounded so familiar! It turned out that you, a good guy, are here. Welcome, good afternoon, all gentlemen!" His expression quickly changed from displeasure to the happy expression of friends coming to the door. "I haven't seen you come here for a long time. Fortunately, I know you. I was going to let these good dogs cook strangers. Today is really strange, there is no way. I hosted a weird guy with weird behavior not long ago." He shook his head and said.

"Who are you talking about?" Pipin said.

"Didn't you meet him when you came? But well, his behavior is so weird that it makes people suspect that he must have bad intentions." The farmer said. "I saw that he left the fork shortly before. Please come in quickly. Let's come in. Let's talk to you about how weird that weird that weird guy is."

It seemed that the old farmer might be willing to tell them more if he could speak at his home; so everyone agreed to go into the house with him.

"What should I do with these dogs?" Frodo asked nervously.

The farmer laughed. "Without my order, they will not touch a single hair of your hair. Come on, sharp claws! sharp teeth! Come here!" he shouted.

After receiving the order from the master, the three well-trained hounds ran away quickly from Frodo and Sam.

Seeing that his two companions were so embarrassed, Pipin laughed and quickly introduced their identities to the old farmer.

"Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Frodo Baggins. You may have forgotten, but Frodo lived in the Bucks before moving to Charles!" he said.

The old farmer looked shocked when he heard the name of Frodo from Pipin.

Seeing the old farmer frowning and staring at him, Frodo thought for a moment that he remembered the incident of stealing a mushroom orphans many years ago, and began to worry that he would be driven out by the evil dog immediately.

But unexpectedly, the farmer Maga grabbed his arm in surprise.

"It's been a long time no see!" he said in surprise. "Are you Mr. Baggins? Come in! We need to have a good talk."

A group of people walked into the farmer's kitchen and sat down in front of the stove. Mrs. Maga used a large wine pot to fill with beer and came out to feast on the guests, pouring four large glasses neatly.

After drinking a few glasses of good wine, everyone naturally started talking happily.

After chatting about the weather and the harvest, the farmer Maga put down his wine glass and looked at all the listeners.

"Well, Mr. Pipin, please allow me to say something." He said, "Where are you and your companions going to this trip? Are you going to visit me? It would be rude that you didn't inform me to pick you up."

"Of course... no." Pipin replied. "I don't want to deceive you, so I'd better tell you the truth. We walked into your house from another direction; we took a small way from the field. But we didn't mean it. We wanted to take a shortcut to the ferry, but got lost in the forest near the Giant Wood Hall."

"If you are so rushing, then you should be faster," said the farmer. "But I am not really worried about this. The gate of my land will always welcome you." He laughed. "As for Mr. Baggins, I remember you. Back then, the child Frodo was the most naughty wild child in the Buckland area. But what worries me was not the orphan. Before you appeared, I had just heard someone ask the name Frodo Baggins. Guess what question did the strange guy riding a horse ask me?"

What weird guy? It won't be...!

When he heard the question from the old farmer of Heshan, the three Hobbits who were just glad that they were secretly escaping the disaster and were stunned.

From each other's shocked expression, Frodo believed that his two companions must have thought of them together.

The weird guy was riding a horse and asked about where he was going...
Chapter completed!