After spending a boring and disturbing waiting time in the grass, the Hobbits can finally see the figure of the God-walking guest going to explore the way.

After returning to the team, Shenxing brought information that Frodo could be regarded as good news.

"I walked all the way, but I didn't see anyone passing by or moving around the bridge. The surroundings should be safe." He said, "However, it might be fine if I didn't find anything, but the problem lies here. I didn't find anything. At least, I picked up this on the bridge."

As he said that, the God Walker let go of his tightly held palm and saw an emerald green gem showing his palm. "I found this thing in the mud in the middle of the bridge," he said. "As you all see, this is not an ordinary thing that can be produced anywhere or fallen by people. This is a very precious elf gem!

Although I don’t know what the owner of the gem threw it here for, I can be sure that the owner of the gem must have wanted to tell the latecomers some important information by discarding the gem on the bridge. I regard this as a sign that can pass through the bridge safely. Everyone, please think about this decision. Perhaps we should have plenty of time to make a decision before we really set foot on that bridge."

In fact, the Hobbit thought too much. As soon as he heard his guesses, he unanimously decided to believe his decision. After everyone reached an agreement, he immediately led the only pony in the team to the final bridge. As the Hobbit estimated, their group of people went smoothly across the bridge, and they did not encounter any obstacles from any enemies or wild creatures from beginning to end, just as the Green Elf Gem really wanted to tell them that everything around them could pass through.

After walking for another mile, they found another path that bent to the left of the avenue. The gods walked into the forest from here, and soon everyone was surrounded by many trees under the low hills.

The Hobbit people were very happy to leave the dangerous avenues and the dead grasslands, but what awaited them next was not an ordinary safe journey, but a dangerous place full of dangers. As they continued to move forward, the hills on both sides slowly rose.

When passing through the extra-luxury bushes and grasslands, everyone would vaguely see the ruins in the distance from the gaps in the ruins, which were still parasitic with weeds and eroded by bryophytes. Because of the injury, everyone could ride on the horse and rush on the way. When Frodo saw these scenery, he immediately remembered Bilbo said that during his journey, he had discovered some ugly tower ruins on the north side of the Avenue, just near the dangerous sheep forest.

By the way, relying on the changing sun position on the road, Frodo seemed to have guessed where they were. This made him think of asking the gods who knew the location of the road around him.

"Shenxing Ke, can I ask the original owners of those building sites?" he asked. "Who built these towers? Is this the nearby territory of the sheepmen?"

"No!" said the God Walker. "Frodo, you are too overestimating the wisdom of the sheepmen. For a race like the sheepmen who is full of mind and can only eat and fight, they will definitely not build things everywhere. The owners of the tower ruins were once a group of dark humans who succumbed to the will of Mordor. They had been making trouble in the ancient times for a long time, but in the end they were all destroyed in the war of the Order Alliance overthrowing the Northern Kingdom. But just like cruel history, time flies, and only those buildings in this world that are still floating with evil spirits have proved their existence."

"Forgive me, but if even time forgets their existence, how do you know this part of the history yourself?" asked Pipin. "Is your real age as young as that Sam in the old forest?"

"Of course not. I am a descendant of Yin Randir. We will naturally not forget the painful past that happened in history." said the God Walker. "As for why I know this part of history, it is entirely because Rivendell remembers these deep and painful pasts, and I also learned this knowledge there."

"Have you been to Rivendell?" Frodo asked.

"Yes, I've been there," said Shenxingke. "In fact, I spent a long childhood and even adolescent time there. I loved that place. But fate prevented me from having too much spare time there. I had to complete my destined mission."

The hills began to slowly surround everyone. The avenue behind them continued to move towards the Brunan River, but now they were covered by the hills. The group entered a dark and quiet narrow valley. The valley was lush with trees, and Frodo could see no less than five or six kinds of trees by watching it casually.

As they stepped into the valley, the fatigue accumulated from the long journey suddenly made the Hobbits feel exhausted. They could only walk slowly, because too much progress would only make their legs and feet even more painful.

At the same time, walking through the valley, everyone should pay attention to avoid rocks and broken trunks as much as possible. They took into account the situation of Frodo and avoid climbing any slopes as much as possible; in fact, they could not find any easy way to leave the valley.

When the weather became wet, they had been in the valley for two days. The wind began to change, blowing from the west, turning the moisture from the sea into a pouring rain and landing on the top of the mountain. At night, the humid climate further worsened the situation, and everyone could not even raise the campfire for heating and roasting fire at night. The next day, the mountain was still rising steeply, and Shenxingke could only lead everyone to the northward direction.

However, the situation is not good in fact, and it can even be called very bad, because they have left Fengyunding for ten days until today, and the food in their bags with their horses and everyone was almost exhausted. If they could not go to a place rich in wild fruits and wild vegetables in time, they might face the dilemma of having no food to eat.

That night, they camped against a narrow and shallow cave on the rock wall. Frodo tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The moisture and cold made his wounds more painful than before, and the deadly cold took away his only sleepiness. He lay in pain, listening to all kinds of sounds at night: the howling sound of strong winds and the purr of the stones being blown by the strong wind.

He felt the shadow start to push forward again and take away his breath; but when he turned his head, he could only see the gods hunched down, smoking a pipe and paying attention to every move around him. He lay down again, and the nightmare that was enough to make the painful sleeping dreams torture him like a shadow that could not be avoided.

By the time Frodo woke up in the morning, the sky had already cleared. The blue sky began to slowly appear among the clouds. The wind direction began to change again. This time, everyone did not set out early in the morning as usual. When the Hobbits began to eat another simple breakfast, the Shenxingke left alone and told everyone to hide in the cliff cave waiting for him to come back. If possible, he said he was going to climb up the mountain and see the surrounding environment.

When he came back, he looked worried. "We are too northerly," he said. "We must find a way to go back south these days. If we continue to walk in this direction, we will eventually come to the Yindon Valley, which is far north of Rivendale. As far as I know, there is a territory where the sheep cannibals have been making trouble in recent years. It is extremely unfriendly to humans like us and outsiders of the Hobbit. Perhaps they will attack us when they see us. Moreover, our food is almost insufficient. In short, we have to find a way to reach the Bru Nan Ferry."

The rest of the day was spent trying to cross the terrain of this rough area. They found a road to another valley in the valley, which was exactly the southeast, the direction they planned. But in the evening, their future was blocked by a high ground again. The complex terrain on the high ground brought a new dilemma: one was to look back and the other was to climb over.

They decided to climb over; but it was not easy. Soon after, Frodo was forced to dismount and struggled to walk forward. Even so, the Hobbits still needed help Frodo not fall off the high ground, but also helped the four-legged ponies to maintain balance. Everyone almost helped me and struggled with you and me to climb up to the high ground.

After going up, the sky almost turned completely dark, and when they finally reached the top of the mountain, everyone was exhausted. They were now located in the gentle saddle between the two mountains, and the terrain began to fall sharply again not far away. Frodo fell down and lay on the ground trembling constantly. His right arm had completely lost his senses, and the terrifying pressure once spread in his heart. Since then, Frodo even looked around and had the hallucination of the arrival of the Dark Horse Knight.

"We can't leave anymore," Merry said to the Godswalker. "The situation in Frodo is not very good, we should stop and let him rest for a while. Godswalker, what should we do? Even if we can get to Rivendale, do you think they can cure him?"

"Maybe we can only know the answer when we get there." said Shen Xingke. "Under the simplicity of this wilderness, I can't help Frodo completely ask for the pain of the wound. The reason I rush to go was because of his injuries. However, I also agreed that I could not continue to rush tonight."

"How can Lord Frodo recover health?" Sam lowered his voice and looked at the Godswalker pitifully. "His wound is very small and has healed. Generally speaking, shouldn't he have recovered health?"

"Frodo was injured by the devil's weapons," said the God Walker. "There is some toxin or evil power in his body that I cannot expel. Sam, hold on, we will have a way!"

....

The night gradually fell on the high ground. They lit a small campfire under the roots of an old pine tree, and hid in a crack in the rock. In this uninhabited wilderness, it was good to have a shelter from the wind at night. The group snuggled up to each other to keep warm, and the strong wind blew mercilessly across the pass. Even when the wind was strongest, Sam and Merry close to the outside could hear the whistling sound of the wind in their ears. Perhaps because of the pain in the wound, Frodo had a nightmare in which they were chased by the dark horse knights even when they were sleeping at night.

In the morning, the weather became warmer, and yesterday's rain seemed to wash away the dust in the sky and make everything clearer. Everyone felt greatly inspired, but in this cold climate, the Hobbit people almost never hoped that the sun would clear up so that they could warm their bodies with the heat of the sun.

After dawn, Shenxingke took Meili and went to the east of the highland to peek at the nearby terrain. When they came back with good news, the sun began to emit warm light. As planned, everyone had already walked in the right direction. Shenxingke still saw the trace of the noisy river not far away.

"For the next section of the road, we may need to re-take the main road," he said. "The road we are currently walking through the mountains is a dead end and will not bring us other ways out. No matter what dangers there are on the road, it is the only way to the ferry."

As soon as they finished breakfast, they set off immediately. The group slowly walked south along the steep slope of the high ground. Fortunately, the road was much easier than they thought, because the slope on this side was not as steep as the other side. The pony riding Frodo seemed to be quite humane at this moment, as smooth as possible, so that Frodo, who was still recovering from his wounds, would suffer less from the bruises.

Pipin volunteered to lead the way. He didn't run far away, so he ran back happily and reported. "There is a small path ahead!"

When they followed, the group found that he was not wrong: it was indeed a small path, which bypassed many terrain and winded into the hills in the distance. This was an excellent road that was very suitable for everyone to walk or for ponies carrying Frodo. It was also vaguely seen that the road was once the road of ancient objects such as stone slabs buried under their feet.
Chapter completed!