Hearing such a farewell message full of good wishes, Frothaus almost wanted to speak, but found that he was moved and no longer knew what to say.

Thinking of Tom and the Jinberries and their careful care for them over the past few days and their impatient treatment of the dangerous biological activities in the old forest, in order to help Frodo and his friends avoid hitting the difficult creatures in the old forest as much as possible and forming dangerous places naturally... When they thought of the couple doing so much for themselves and others, Frodo bowed deeply in the direction of the two on the back of the horse. Then he suppressed his reluctance and rode his horse back and followed the pace of other partners, embarked on a continuous round journey.

Stepping on the mud hills unique to the old forest again, Frodo felt that his mood was completely different from a few days ago.

Perhaps when they first arrived here a few days ago, they were deeply troubled by whether they would be trapped in the trouble of Lao Lin forever unable to get out. However, now, after Tom's introduction and training, they have reached a very familiar understanding of everything around Lao Lin.

Even those shadows that may secretly spy on them and try to find opportunities to insidate them, Frodo dares to fight back with his eyes when he feels it. As Tom said, when walking in the old forest, you don’t have to be afraid of those evil peeping eyes. Only if you show a brave and fearless attitude, those creatures who live in the forest and have always bullied the weak and feared the strong will not attack you.

When they walked to the bottom of the valley, they turned around and saw Jinberry's figure. Her small figure looked like a small white flower in the sun. The lively and active Meili stretched her neck as much as he could, and then she saw Jinberry waving her hands to see them off. Tom beside him hummed a cheerful tune, just like they were happy when they first met.

After turning another mountain bend, Tom Jinbing and his wife completely disappeared from the hobbits. Since then, Frodo has made up his mind to go on the next path. He has received help from countless friendly creatures along the way, the elves, farmer Maga, and the kind-hearted Tom Jinbing and his wife. In any case, he should continue to walk, and he cannot disappoint these kind-hearted people!

They kept advancing along the winding road at the bottom of the valley, bypassing a steep hill and entering another wider valley. Then they crossed the hills further, climbed up the hillside, and ran up and down between the valleys and hills.

There are no trees or streams in front of you: this is a country full of grass. The only thing that makes Frodo quite uncomfortable is that this area is as quiet as if it has entered a forbidden area destined to be silent. Generally speaking, in such a place with abundant water and grass, there are always some animal activities that make all kinds of noise.

However, this seems to be the unique and dangerous place. No matter how Pipin and Meili pricked up their ears, they tried to hear the sound of animals from the whistling breeze. They tried to prove that there were animals besides them, the hobbit travelers. However, the fact is that there is no sound source here that can make sounds besides them.

Such a terrible discovery, even Sam, who was the most optimistic and nervous among the crowd, noticed something was wrong.

In the silence, the sun above the sky was so vicious and terrifying. Since entering this grassland, even the whistling breeze no longer contains water vapor that can make them feel cool. In addition, there are no tall trees around as shade to block the sun.

Shortly after noon, they came to a small hill with a flat mountain top. The top of the hill was a bit like a shallow dish with green edges.

Due to the flat geographical environment around it, it is even worse than the grassland without tree-shading covering the sun.

After climbing several small hills and grasslands hard and hard, everyone noticed that there was a long dark line in the distance, which must be some unique natural landscape belt. "That should be a row of trees," said Meili, "It must be the Oriental Avenue. Walking east from the Liquor Bridge, there are dozens of miles of roads covered with trees. According to the direction Tom told us before, there was probably an ancient ruin there."

"Great!" said Frodo. "If our afternoon progress is as smooth as in the morning, we can leave the hilly area before dark and start looking for places to camp."

Although Frodo made up his mind to keep himself optimistic whether he was speaking or looking at problems, the persecution of them by the Dark Horse Knight or the Old Willow Tree in the past made him instinctively go anywhere, and he must first carefully check for possible dangers around him. For some reason, the scene in the distance made people feel uneasy.

There stood a towering rock, strangely the sun shining on it without leaving any shadows. Although the shape of the rock is not special, its location makes it difficult to ignore it. It looks like a landmark, a dangerous sign, and more like a warning finger.

However, when Frodo was about to share this terrible guess with everyone, Pipin was the first to yell at the embarrassment of hunger. Then everyone was playing and making a fuss to find a tree-shaded place to sit down and enjoy a light meal. They took out their food and drinking water, ate and chewed in the scorching sun, and enjoyed the lunch brought by the mountain. Tom Cong gave them a lot of food so that they could fill their stomachs today without worries. The pony, who had taken off the burden, was leisurely gnawing on the grass on the grass.

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After trekking among the hills for a morning, a full meal was filled with warm sun tubes, and everyone's nervousness was relaxed all the way. The Hobbits lay comfortably on the lawn and looked up at the sky. What happened next seemed natural: they fell asleep.

The four of them woke up uneasy from this unexpected nap. Compared to the grass that was warmed by the sun before sleep, it became cold at this moment, which made people feel unconsciously shivering when they were stuck on it. The coldness, thick white mist surrounded the entire top of the mountain, and the heavy atmosphere was filled with the surroundings. The silent wilderness made people feel even more uneasy. Mr. Yuan's vigorous ponies are now gathered together, and his head is low and he dare not move.

The Hobbit people jumped up alertly and ran to the west to find out the situation. Only then did everyone realize that they seemed to be trapped on an isolated island in the sea of ​​fog. I don’t know what to do. The Hobbits could only watch the thick fog that spreads completely covering the sun. Finally, all the surrounding scenery returned to darkness as the sunlight disappeared.

They felt that there was a trap quietly gathering, but this scene was not enough to discourage them. The only thing that was considered good luck was that everyone had not lost their way. They had already mastered the general direction of their journey through the past few hours. In fact, this place began to make them feel creepy and didn't want to stay for a minute or a second. Everyone quickly packed their luggage with their almost frozen fingers and prepared to leave.

Soon, they led the pony one by one over the edge of the shallow disc, walked north down the slope, and stepped into the sea of ​​fog. As they went deeper, the fog around became wetter and colder. Everyone's hair was pressed against their foreheads, dripping water was constantly dripping.

When everyone arrived at the valley where the fog was the richest, the wet fog condensed extremely fast. Within half an hour, all the cloaks used to avoid the cold were wet. Finally, they rode on their horses, judged the direction by the undulation of the terrain, and began to move forward slowly. They tried to grop to the pass leading to the plains they had seen before. Once they passed the pass, they just had to go straight north and eventually they would walk onto the Eastern Avenue. With this way of moving forward, everyone naturally tried their best to speed up and quickly get out of the fog.

However, no matter how everyone overcomes the difficulties, the fog still blocks their progress in every way. In order to avoid getting lost in the fog, Frodo led a group of people forward. Sam walked behind him, followed by Pipin and then Merry.

In order to help each other before and not to leave the team in the thick fog, everyone deliberately made the distance between them extremely tight. The valley seemed to extend endlessly and could never be completed. Suddenly, Frodo saw a glimmer of hope. He seemed to have vaguely seen the northern exit of the ancient tomb hill. As long as they walked out of this pass, they could rest with confidence.

"Hurry! Come with me!" He turned around and shouted, galloping forward. However, his hope suddenly turned into a bubble. The dark shadow in front of him began to become clearer, but it was not the exit he imagined. Two tall stone pillars, slightly curved, formed a dark door without a porch.

Suddenly seeing such a terrifying scene, Frodo himself and the pony under him were almost frightened, and the horse instinctively retreated. Frodo was unstable and fell from the horse. He then looked around. Since he had just fallen from the saddle, he discovered a terrifying problem. His companions who were still behind him disappeared into the fog.

He didn't even know when his companions got lost!

"Sam!" he shouted. "Pipin! Merry! Come here quickly! Why haven't you followed?"

There was no echo around him. Frodo, who suddenly lost contact with his companions, felt a feeling of despair and fear spread to his entire mind.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had heard someone calling his name in the distance: "Hey! Frodo! Hey!" The sound came from the east, and he stood anxiously among the rocks, trying to figure out his direction. Once he figured out the origin of the shouting, he let go of all his thoughts and ran there quickly.

He ran and shouted at the top of his voice. There was no response for a long time. When the faint echo appeared again, it seemed to come from a higher and farther place. "Frodo! Hey!" The faint voice floated over through the fog. Suddenly, the shout of "Help! Help!" replaced the previous words, and the last long "Help!" stopped suddenly.

Frodo almost used up his remaining strength, but he ran until he was exhausted. He did not completely break through the fog's concealment and blockade of his sight, and he lost his way. In the end, he only knew that he had been climbing up.

Finally, the terrain finally changed, and Frodo realized that he had reached a certain mountain ridge or top. He was so tired that he was sweating all over, but he felt a chill from his heart. The surroundings were pitch black.

"I'm here, why no one responds to me? You guys talk." He shouted helplessly.

However, there was still a dead silence around. Except for the whistling cold wind, no sound responded to Frodo's shouting. At this moment of despair, the weather changed. The thick fog that had originally affected everyone's sight dispersed with the cold wind blowing. Gradually, Frodo felt that the sound of the cold wind blowing through the grass became a little imitating, as if some strange creature had touched it!

He felt as if he heard a shout from Hanhu and hurried in that direction.

As he walked, the fog began to dissipate gradually, and the stars in the sky also showed their faces. From the arrangement of the constellations, he judged that he was walking south; because he was currently on a round hill, he must have just climbed up from the north. The cold wind blew mercilessly from the east, and a huge black shadow suddenly appeared under the western starry sky.

It was a huge tomb.

"Where are you? Pipin, Sam, Merry! Can you hear me talking?" Looking at the dead and silent environment around, Frodo jumped in fear.

In such a terrifying environment, he was alone! His companions still didn’t know where they went!

Such a bad element is all gathered together, and it seems that nothing in the world is worse than this.

"Here!" A cold and ruthless voice like the thousand-year-old black ice responded to Frodo's cry. "Come here, buddy, we are here! Hurry up, come here!"

"Don't think of lying to me, you are not my partner!" Frodo replied. He had encountered danger more than once and was extremely experienced in identifying me. Almost immediately after hearing the cold and ruthless voice, he was ready to run away.

However, his thoughts were beautiful, but the facts gave him a blow. As soon as he was about to raise his legs and run away, his knees became weak, and the poor Hobbit had somehow arrived in place.

Then a scattered sound rang around him. He raised his head with trembling all over his body and happened to see a tall black shadow appearing silently against the starlight.
Chapter completed!