Until he saw that Frodo's expression was no longer as painful as he had just shown, the handsome elf stopped his behavior of conveying power. Then, the Hobbit people heard him take the initiative to say to Frodo:

"Mr. Frodo, I have a faithful suggestion for you. Perhaps you can ride my horse during the next journey. I will hold the stirrups to the saddle, and you must clamp your legs as tight as possible. Riding this elves' horse, most of the dangers in this world will be like a white cloud in the sky, and can only look at you from afar and cannot catch up with your pace. If you are worried about falling off the horse, then I can guarantee you that the elves' horse will not let the rider on his horse fall down, which has always been the most faithful proof of the horses."

"No, please forgive me for rejecting your suggestion." Frodo said. "I will never abandon my friends. No matter how dangerous the crisis is waiting for us, I will insist on staying with my friends, and we will face the crisis together."

Grofindale smiled. "Well, although your idea is really valuable. But you should listen to me. The enemy's targets are you from beginning to end. Your companion is actually attacked by the enemy because you are with you. If you ride this horse far away, then I think the enemy will not be interested in us at all. I think the other party will let us go and treat you as a target. Frodo, make it clearer, it is because of the existence of you and the treasures on you that the enemy will pursue you so relentlessly."

Frodo did not answer, and he was finally convinced to take the white horse of Grofindale. With the elves who were almost familiar with the surrounding geographical environment as the leader, their speed of traveling in the past few days naturally made a qualitative leap. However, after a few days, Frodo and his companions realized that they were still too optimistic. In addition to Frodo riding an elf horse, he could barely go along with the elves, the Hobbit people could hardly keep up with the elves because of their fatigue and lack of adequate rest.

The elves' near-sleepless talent but physically abundant made them envious. Among them, even the gods with the blood of the elves often looked tired when they were on the road. Even Frodo rode an elf horse and was also able to find him napping on the horse's back while talking to Meri. In order to give everyone a good rest, the caring elves volunteered to take on the responsibility of vigilance for the past few days.

Even so, when the elves woke everyone up the next morning, the Hobbits felt sore when they opened their eyes, and they were almost as tired as if they were tired. At this moment, the sky had become very clear, and the dreamy white clouds floated in the sky, making the weather quite comfortable.

"Drink this!" Glenfindale poured a small drink from the silver-inlaid kettle around his waist.

After drinking this secret drink from the Elf clan, Frodo and his group suddenly felt full of strength. Although they didn't know how the craftsmen of the elves were inspired to develop such a magical refreshing and replenishing beverage, the refreshing feeling made the tired travelers who had been on the journey for a long time happy. Even since then, Frodo and others felt a little boring and monotonous when they ate the bread and sausages they brought in their luggage. It seems that Bilbo said that the unforgettable delicious food that he stuttered in his hand was really right!

After less than five hours of rest, they continued to set off. Grofindale did not dare to relax at all, and urged everyone to rush to the road, only twice to rest on the roadside. With such a nearly forced marching day and night way, everyone almost quickly passed through the valley and turned to the target ferry.

So far, the Hobbits have not found any traces or figures of pursuers; but Grofindale often stopped. This kind-hearted elf often stopped and kept a stop and paid attention to whether there would be enemies around. In the past few days, Frodo noticed that the elves and the elf had more and more sad faces on the faces, as if they had found some unsettling traces.

However, no matter how anxious their guide was, the Hobbits could no longer walk that night. In the end, they all became staggering and could only think of resting quickly. At this time, Frodo's wound condition further deteriorated a lot. Even during the day, some shadows began to appear in his vision in front of him. Even though he knew that what he saw were illusions, Frodo was still very uncomfortable due to the pain and illusions of the wound.

The next morning, when the Hobbits set out again, their condition was still not much better. As for the destination ferry, they were still far from where they were. In order to arrive as soon as possible, they might have to speed up their journey.

"We were in the most dangerous situation before we arrived at the river," Grofindale said. "Although I also wish I was not a crow's mouth, the intelligence collected over the past few days and the movements of the enemy are likely to be waiting to ambush us across the Ferry River."

The road continued to slowly descend, and the grass on both sides became much lush; the Hobbits sometimes deliberately walked on the grass to make their tired feet more comfortable. In the afternoon, they walked to an area surrounded by pine forests, where the road went deep into a tunnel surrounded by red rocks on both sides.

During the journey through the tunnel, the most disturbing thing is that when you move, you will constantly recall a loud footstep from far to near. When you hear footsteps echoing in your ears, even the brave traveler was sweating profusely because he was constantly concentrating on guarding the enemy's sneak attack. After leaving the tunnel entrance, the plain grassland that was about to walk a distance was the Rivendale Ferry. A further place is a brown steep slope with several twists and turns on it. Further away, the continuous mountains are hidden in an equally dense cloud exuding charming attraction.

However, a strange echo came from behind them, as if the footsteps had not disappeared. At the same time, Frodo only heard the pine trees beside him suddenly shaking like they were blown by the strong wind, and the rustling sound suddenly blew into everyone's ears.

"Run!" Frodo heard the shout of the gods beside him, "Run! The enemy is behind us!"

The white horse immediately let go of its four hooves and ran forward. The Hobbits immediately jumped down the slope quickly, and Grofindale and the Shenxingke were in charge of the rear. Before the Hobbits could protect Frodo and run out of the flat area together, a dark horse knight was galloping in front of everyone on the edge of the forest tunnel when they came. Then another knight appeared, then another, and the other two appeared at the end.

"Run! Quick!" Grofindale shouted to Frodo.

He did not do it immediately because a strange desire dragged him down. He asked the white horse to slow down and turned to look behind him. The dark horse knights were raising their heads proudly like old hunters who looked down on their prey, as if they had never taken the gods Frodo and others seriously.

"Ride! Run!" Grofindale's face was already showing an anxious expression. As the former owner of the elf horse, in order to make Frodo escape as soon as possible, he also anxiously spoke to the horse in the elf language to express the command words that could make the horse run quickly in the past training.

The white divine horse immediately jumped up and swept across the flat road like a strong wind. At the same moment, the black knights rode down the hillside and began to chase after it quickly; the knight let out a shrill cry, which was the heart-wrenching and terrifying sound he heard in the East District of Charles.

The following situation caught everyone off guard: four knights jumped out from the woods and rocks on the left, and two tried to block Frodo's way. As for the other two dark horse knights, they rushed forward in the direction of the ferry in a tacit understanding to cut off Frodo's escape route.

Frodo looked back at the situation behind him; he could no longer see his friends. The black knight behind him was slowly falling behind, and even their black mounts could not catch up with Grofindale's elf horse.

However, even if the enemy can't catch up with him at the moment, the enemy's previous design made him feel like a ray of light on his back, which was very uncomfortable. The enemy behind him may not be able to catch up with him. But the two enemies went to the ferry first to wait for the dark horse knights who were blocking him? How should he escape from the sky?

At this moment, because the distance from the enemy was very close, he could almost see the real costumes under the burqa of the two dark horse knights who were ambushing and waiting for him at the ferry.

They held evil steel swords in their hands and terrifying helmets on their heads. The cold eyes of the knights flashed with light, and their mouths made sounds that made people's hair stand upright.

Frodo felt very scared. His mind was no longer on the sword. He could not make a cry for help. He closed his eyes and grabbed the mane of the divine horse. The strong wind whistled through his ears, and the bell on the reins hit wildly. A cold breath struck Frodo's neck like a sharp blade; at the same moment, the divine horse pulled his feet and ran wildly, as if flying in the wind, just passing the knight in front.

With the sound of waves flying on the water, Frodo opened his eyes and saw the elf horse under his foot trying to take him, the rider, across the river. It was climbing a steep slope, about to cross the last ferry.

But the pursuers were still chasing. When they reached the top of the slope, the horse stopped, turned around, and made a nervous neigh. The nine knights gathered by the water. Frodo couldn't help but tremble when he saw the resentment in their eyes. As a very self-aware Hobbit, he knew that fighting was never something that he was good at. What's more, he was not going to fight the enemy alone, but he needed to face the nine dark horse knights who were very powerful in combat and mastered by powerful forces and were very afraid of even the elves and gods. Even so, Frodo made up his mind not to surrender, and he would not surrender to the darkness, no matter what the result was!

Suddenly, the leader of the knight rode forward. The horse stepped on the water and stood up uneasily. Frodo tried his best, and he raised the dagger at his hand, expressing his determination to fight to the end.

"Get back!" he shouted. "Get back to Mordor! Don't follow me anymore!"

However, the enemy was colder than Xuanbing, who had been ten thousand years old. Even for them, the cruel and cold knights, Frodo's powerless small body could not cause any shock to them. In their opinion, it seemed that they were already sure to win.

"Get out!" Frodo still tried to delay the time with his words, hoping that the Gods and others could come and save him. However, the pain caused by the wound was not spared. Every second of the time passed, he felt that the power on his body disappeared rapidly at the same time.

"Snatch the Ring! Snatch the Ring!" They said their only target with a deadly low growl. The leader of the knight immediately rode into the river, and the other two knights followed closely behind.

"In the name of Yiner's turquoise and Lucien," Frodo raised his sword and said with his last strength, "You can't get me and the Lord of the Ring!"

The leader of the Black Knight who was halfway across the river suddenly stood up from his horse and raised his hand. Frodo was covered by a chill. He felt his heart beating violently and his mouth froze. His sword Kuang fell from his trembling hands with a sound. The elf horse also began to retreat uneasy. The black knight in front was almost about to step onto the river bank.

Suddenly, the flood roared like a sea of ​​rushing. Frodo stared blankly as the river below surged, and poured into the water like a thousand horses along the river. In the consciousness of Frodo Lake, he seemed to see a knight in white clothes and white armor riding a white horse in the water; the people and horses seemed to have a sign of white flames on their chests. The three black horse knights who were closest to Frodo and wanted to cross the river were blown down by the flood, and the mounts under the black horse knight on the other side of the shore were completely frightened and ran away from afar.

Frodo finally heard a roar; he vaguely saw a figure shrouded in white light behind the knight who had already arrived. Behind the figure, there was an extremely surging and violent flame constantly providing him with powerful power.

The black knight's mount began to run around indifferently. The fear of nature's great power, such as the rising flood, symbolized the great power of nature, made these well-trained war horses recall the fear of death in their bloodline. Fear forced these black horses to take the black horse on the horse's back and their knights were swept away by the flood for a moment.
Chapter completed!