Chapter 241 The Supreme Lord of the Rings: Im convinced
Middle-earth, from Rune in the east to the west, is the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, the Vale State, and the Woodland Kingdom in the north. In the middle is the elven territory Lothlórien, and the treant territory Fangorn Forest. In the south are the two major human kingdoms: Rohan and Gangnam.
Duo, and the dark land of Mordor.
Further west, over the Misty Mountains of the dividing line, there is a large wilderness and forest where the Dúnedain roam. Among them is an isolated land, which is Shiretun where the Hobbits live.
An ordinary day in Charles.
Dark morning.
The dark sky seemed to be about to fall, and the hot and humid air made the hobbits frown. They complained and quickly packed away the clothes hanging in the courtyard.
"Frodo, it looks like there's going to be a huge rainstorm. Do you want to come to my house for dinner today at noon?" A young man named Sam lay on the grass and looked up at the airless dark clouds, with carefree expression written all over his face.
Next to him, Frodo crossed his legs leisurely, holding a piece of foxtail in his mouth and an open storybook on his chest.
The former is 19 years old and the latter is 34 years old. They are quite different in age. In fact, there is not much of a generation gap. The main thing is that the living environment shapes the character.
Hobbits reach adulthood at the age of 33, which directly proves that their average life span exceeds that of ordinary humans.
"Of course, but I cannot stay the night and have to go back," answered Frodo.
Sam turned sideways and propped up his head, and whispered curiously, "What property did your uncle leave for you to guard at home every day? A siren's gem, or a box of dwarf gold?"
"It's Bag End, including all the belongings in it," Frodo said, unable to help but think of the ring Gandalf solemnly told him about.
The single ring with no bright spots, no matter how ordinary it looks, as simple as a child's toy, why did Gandalf let himself hide it and never put it on his finger no matter what?
Frodo couldn't figure it out, but he obeyed.
"My second uncle went to sell goods at the homeless market in the north yesterday. Do you know what he heard?" Sam pretended to be mysterious.
"What? Don't lie." Frodo urged, not bothering to guess.
Sam sat up straight, "The rumored fire dragon Smaug has been resurrected!"
Frodo also stood up in surprise, "But didn't my uncle say that he saw Smaug being shot to death by Bard the Dragon Slayer? How could he be resurrected?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders honestly, "I didn't know. I heard that Smaug killed the evil Rune, defeated countless cruel Dongyi people, and even had fierce battles with ugly orcs!"
Frodo was immediately confused. The dragon family has always had a bad reputation in Middle-earth. It has always been synonymous with greed and cruelty. It stands to reason that they are like a den of snakes and rats working together with those evil forces. How can they become partners of justice?
While the two were chatting, big drops of rain fell down unconsciously, covering their heads and faces.
The two of them were not upset, and even though they were wet, they ran after each other on the mountain trails and returned to Sam's house.
The small but warm room was filled with a sense of security. The stone pot with two ears was boiling hot spiced vegetable soup, and the boiling bubbles sent out a rich aroma, filling every corner.
Sam's mother sliced a curved smoked sausage and placed it on the same plate as a few donut-shaped pieces of whole grain bread.
She looked back and said, "You two quickly go wash your hands and feet and get ready for lunch."
Sam's father was the gardener who served old Bilbo in Bag End, and Sam inherited his father's business and became Frodo's gardener, so the relationship between the two was that of master, servant, and friend. Of course, there were more of the latter, and neither did Frodo.
Treat them like servants.
Sam's family completely regarded Frodo as a relative.
Creak~
Sam's father pushed open the door and took off his soaked coat in a hurry, "It's raining really hard. The sky is as dark as twelve o'clock at night. Sam, when the rain stops, you can go and clean up Bag End."
When the garden is pruned, there will definitely be petals all over the ground.”
Inexplicably, everyone looked out the window in unison. From time to time, terrifying thunder and lightning flashed through the dark sky, and the endless rolling dark clouds seemed to be gathering ghosts.
A sense of panic sprouted in their hearts, and the four of them felt unspeakably depressed.
"Huh? There seems to be something moving there!" Frodo exclaimed in surprise and pointed to the distant sky.
"Did the wind move the clouds? Don't scare me." Sam trembled.
"Eat and eat. In this bad weather, you should drink hot soup." Sam's mother brought bowls of fragrant soup, which instantly diluted the fear of several people.
As Sam took the lead in launching the offensive, the atmosphere at the dinner table heightened, and the violent storm outside made people feel at ease.
However, until Sam casually glanced out the window.
"ah--"
…
"Why is this kid shouting so loudly~"
Chu Xin put his burning right eye close to the window and peered through the glass window at the four people in the room.
Convinced that Frodo was inside, he knocked politely on the wooden door with one knuckle.
Bang bang!
Unfortunately, I don't know whether it was because he was too strong or the door was too fragile. It collapsed together with the door frame. The biting cold wind rushed into the house and blew the four people's heads into mess. The biting cold air also made them aware of all this.
It's not an illusion.
A terrifying skull is staring at them with weird eyes!
Just because the head is so huge, the whole body can't be compared to a castle?
"Back off!"
Sam's father protected the three of them from behind, tremblingly picked up the small table knife on the table, and faced Chu Xin with a pale face.
"What the hell is that~" Sam's mother almost groaned.
Because their field of vision is limited, they are completely looking at the sky from a well, so they cannot tell what is outside the window.
"Run, run~" Frodo quickly opened the back door and dragged Sam and his son out.
Sam's father followed closely behind, and he fell down on the slippery grass.
The heavy rain continued, and the strong wind carried the raindrops and slapped their cheeks, blurring their vision.
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With a flutter of wings, the four people who turned around all froze on the spot, staring up at the pale skeletal dragon from ear to ear.
"I have a bold guess." Sam said bitterly.
"Me too." The corner of Frodo's mouth twitched.
At this moment, almost all the residents of Xiaertun saw Chu Xin soaring in the sky.
Stunned faces were pressed against the windows, and the clear roar of the dragon and the real picture all told them that the dragon fireworks in front of them were not those lit by Gandalf.
"The rumored resurrected dragon, Smaug!" Sam's second uncle walked out of the house in shock, covering his forehead in disbelief.
People who had not recovered at all went out one after another, not caring about getting wet from the rain.
Boom!
Chu Xin jumped down and stood in front of Frodo and the others, leaving two huge holes in the road in the central square of the Shire with his feet.
He slowly lowered his head and stared directly at the trembling Frodo, "I don't mean any harm, I just came to pick up an item."
Frodo was confused and could not think of any treasure he had that was worthy of being coveted by the dragon.
"Hey, what does it want? Give it quickly. It's important for us to save our lives first~ Don't make it angry." Sam reminded in a low voice.
Suddenly, Frodo thought of that inconspicuous ring.
But Gandalf's repeated warnings echoed in his mind, and his face struggled with hesitation.
"Your choice will affect my attitude towards you. That item will only bring bad luck and even death to you and your friends." Chu Xin looked around fiercely and threatened unabashedly, "For example, now
, ring and char, choose one."
Such a heavy decision immediately made Frodo stagger.
He realized that his next words would determine the fate of the hobbits.
On one side is Gandalf's entrustment, on the other side is the life and death of the tribe.
There is no need to hesitate at all about this question.
"Okay, I'll give it to you, but you must promise not to hurt anyone!" Frodo shouted with courage.
The angle and height he stood at were different, and his choice was within Chu Xin's expectation.
"I promise to leave Shire as soon as I get it." Chu Xin replied.
Rather than killing them directly, this approach was more sensible. After all, even if he killed all the hobbits, he would not know where Frodo hid the One Ring.
What's more, Chu Xin is not a crazy murderer, and he will not engage in meaningless, goalless and profitless killings.
"Follow me. I have nothing with me." Frodo walked out alone.
"Frodo~" Sam shouted worriedly.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Frodo gave his friend a reassuring look, but the next second his expression changed drastically and he screamed.
call!
Because Chu Xin picked him up with his paws, and then jumped over the top of the mountain to Bag End, which was located at a higher position.
Frodo didn't say anything. He pushed the door open with empty steps, turned around and said, "Wait for me outside."
Chu Xin waited patiently, knowing that Frodo would not treat the lives of his people as trivial matters.
No, a few minutes later, Frodo came out with a small box in his arms and said in a complicated mood, "You swear on Smaug's name that you will never break your promise!"
"The little guy is very brave," Chu Xin said without hesitation, "Okay, if I, Smaug, breaks my promise, I will be shattered to pieces and no bones will be left."
Frodo was also a little stunned. Why was this dragon so different from the description in the rumors? Has it always been so polite? Is it because it lost its brain after being resurrected?
"What on earth is this?" asked Frodo.
"Evil things that bring misfortune and death." Chu Xin explained vaguely.
Then he asked Frodo to open it.
When the lid was opened, the golden Supreme Lord of the Rings was printed in Chu Xin's eyes for the first time.
Buzz~boom!
Just by looking at it, Chu Xin felt like a nuclear bomb exploded in his mind, and the illusory heat burned his soul.
The moment Chu Xin stretched out his fingers to touch, a sound of demonic sounds chattered endlessly in his ears, like countless enchanting tentacles spreading out from the abyss, entangling Chu Xin from head to toe, trying to get into every pore and occupy him.
body and mind.
Buzz!
A huge burning evil eye loomed in front of his eyes.
In an instant, all the senses became void, the vision and hearing suddenly coming from far and near made the whole world stagger, the mood suddenly became noisy, the temper was violent, and the person was cold and bloodthirsty.
An inexplicable thought came to me: Put on that ring and get it, and I will get the most precious thing in the world! Take it away quickly, the dwarf in front of you is a hateful thief, kill him, kill him quickly, and then
You can monopolize the treasure! Quick, quick, quick, he is going to run away with the treasure. You only have this chance! Kill him, kill him, kill him!
All kinds of evil thoughts are like wildfire bathed in the strong wind, swaying and growing wantonly.
"Is this the whisper of Cthulhu?" Chu Xin said to himself after coming back to his senses.
With such a violent and continuous mental impact, it is no wonder that few people can resist the temptation and bewitchment of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.
But, from Chu Xin’s point of view, it’s not bad~
It is impossible to say that there is no impact at all. You will indeed feel upset, like a swarm of flies "buzzing" around you at 360°, and you can't get rid of it no matter how you wave your hands.
However, for Chu Xin, only the first ten seconds were particularly serious.
Gradually, I miraculously adapted to it, until it had no effect.
He guessed that it was through time and space travel that he forged his spirit, will, and soul as solid as a rock. In addition, different role cards added layers of thickness to the soul, strengthening it from many aspects, as well as his own ability.
It is very tough, otherwise it would not be able to switch seamlessly between "steady" and "wave", let alone find oneself from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Even a Maia sub-god like Gandalf would not dare to touch the Supreme Lord of the Rings at will for fear of being controlled by evil spirits. After all, Sauron is among the best among the Maia and has extremely strong overall strength.
Of course, this does not mean that Chu Xin's soul is invincible, it just means that Sauron's magic ring alone is far from being able to cause harm to him.
In this world, if you want to hurt Chu Xin's soul level, you will have to do it yourself.
At this moment, the Supreme Lord of the Rings, who has some self-awareness, wants to blurt out ten thousand cordial greetings.
It has never met a person with such high adaptability and immunity!
How lucky are you?
In these hundreds of years, how come you never meet anyone with extraordinary magic resistance?
After all, the Supreme Lord of the Rings needs to beguile the ring bearer to put it on himself in order to establish a link with the distant Sauron and then locate and track it, otherwise Sauron will not be able to perceive the separate Lord of the Rings.
Both Bilbo and Frodo had very high magic resistance, and their resistance to magic was extraordinary. This made the Lord of the Rings very depressed, feeling that it really fell into the hands of these uncle and nephew.
The arrival of Chu Xin surprised the Lord of the Rings, thinking that there would be a good turn for the better. As long as Chu Xin was bewitched and turned into a zombie-like Ringwraith, and then controlled to go to Mordor, he would be done.
Unfortunately, things backfired. Chu Xin did suffer a mental shock at the beginning, but after a short period of adaptation and confrontation, his thick and strong soul completely formed a defensive barrier against the Lord of the Rings.
If the Lord of the Rings could talk, it would be full of swear words!
"What are you going to do with it?" Perhaps because Chu Xin was able to communicate in a friendly manner, Frodo couldn't help but have more questions.
"The less you know, the safer you are and the happier you are." Chu Xin perfectly suppressed the evil thoughts that had been sprouting in his heart and twisted the Supreme Lord of the Rings from the box with his two fingertips.
Frodo tied the ring with an iron chain. Chu Xin directly hung it on a small bone on the inside of his sternum, tied it with force, and then flapped his wings violently a few times to make sure it would not be thrown away.
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"Are you really Smaug?" Frodo asked doubtfully.
"The Smaug who was once is dead. Although I am Smaug, I am completely different." Chu Xin said.
Generally speaking, he doesn't like or want to inherit the grievances and sins of his predecessor, which makes him feel unhappy that he is a big grievance.
Frodo digested Chu Xin's answer and realized that the skeleton dragon in front of him seemed quite reasonable.
Huhu~
Just when he was about to ask something else, Chu Xin had already fluttered his wings and flew away, disappearing without a trace under the surprised attention of countless hobbits who had survived the disaster.
As he left, the boundless dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the violent storm also stopped. If it weren't for the cracked depressions in the square, it would have been as if everyone had had a thrilling nightmare.