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Gandalf met with Aragorn and others for only a few hours. After saying something unknown to Aragorn, he rode the BMW called "Shadow Disease" and went to Minas Tiris to complete his mission. Aragorn looked worried, and his companions around him were not very good at asking him what was going on. After all, Gandalf had already said it very clearly, and this was the mission of the "heir of the Western royal family."

Although Aragorn didn't speak much, their goal was to go to Rohan, and the faster the better.

In this way, three days later, the Lord of the Ring Expedition, which had lost the Lord of the Rings, finally climbed to the top of the last hill on the journey, and saw the iconic, endless plain of the Rohanate Kingdom, which was no different from the scene they saw by the river many days ago. Needless to say, they had entered the territory of the Rohanate Kingdom, which was the kingdom of knights. This country produced horses and elite cavalry, and its combat effectiveness was second only to Gondor's human kingdom.

Aragorn took a few breaths and was the first to look into the distance. His sharp gaze first looked at the river, then turned to a forest not far away, but suddenly, he saw a rapidly moving shadow on the green space in the distance.

Aragorn's pupils shrank, and he immediately lay down to the ground and listened carefully. Legoras stood beside him, covering the sunlight with his slender fingers, looking into the distance. In his eyes, it was not a black shadow, but a lot of cavalry. The spears in the cavalry's hands reflected the needle-like light in the sunlight, which could not be distinguished so clearly in the eyes of mortals. And farther behind them were the rising black smoke. There was silence all around, and even Jinli could hear the sound of the wind blowing across the grassland.

"It's the cavalry." Aragorn stood up and announced the news to his companions: "Many cavalry riding fast horses rushed towards us."

"Yes, there are a total of one hundred and five riders. They have golden hair and shiny spears. The headed man is very tall." Legolas added: "And the most important thing is that they are full of murderous aura. It seems that they have just finished a fierce battle."

"The elves' eyes are indeed sharp." Aragorn smiled. He didn't seem to be worried that the group of cavalry would be unfavorable to everyone: "Let's go down and wait for them, and we can ask them for some information about Rohan, and maybe borrow a few horses. You know, although our Habi friends are very strong, they are still too harsh by our standards."

Hearing this, Jin Li and Legolas also looked at Frodo and others with exhausted faces. At that moment, Jin Li sighed and said, "That's right, then let's go down, hoping not to taste the tip of the gun."

After saying that, everyone left the top of the mountain to avoid being the target of attack, and slowly walked down the north slope. Not far from the foot of the mountain, they stopped and sat down in their cloaks.

Soon after, the sound of horse hooves was clearly heard, and the cavalry's movements were as fast as the wind, clear and strong shouts came along the grassland. The group of people riding horses swept straight towards the crowd like thunder. The knights in the front took the lead and galloped along the lowlands west of the hills. The knights following behind were all extremely strong, wearing shiny chain mail, and the scene was spectacular.

This is a group of extremely elite cavalry. Their horses are tall and magnificent, and their gray fur shines in the sun. Although the size of the war horses is not as huge as the key skeleton war horses, it can be seen that the size of these war horses is definitely a good breed. Although there are many other aspects in addition to their size, as melee charge cavalry, the size and protection of the war horses, coupled with the sprinting power, basically determine the strength of their attack power, and these cavalry have exactly these three situations.

The war horses were like this, and the soldiers riding on the horse were even more heroic. They were tall, with golden hair floating under the light helmet, and their faces were determined by a firm and brave look. They held a long spear of poplar wood, colorful shields hung on their backs, long swords on their belts, and chain mail made by the sophisticated crafts were hung to their knees. But the bodies of these cavalry were covered with blood, and it was obvious that they had just experienced a great battle, and some of the cavalry were still scarred.

The knights of the Rohanate obviously saw Aragorn and others sitting on the grass. They formed a circle and pointed their spears at the center of the circle. The four Habis suddenly hid behind the Aragorn and the other three stood silently, looking at the cavalry surrounding them, without moving.

"Charles of the Rohan Kingdom, have you just experienced a battle? Who is the enemy?"

Aragorn was not afraid of the shaky spears, but asked the cavalry fearlessly.

No one answered him, only a tall knight rode forward, his helmet decorated with a flying white ponytail. The knight moved forward until the tip of the gun was less than a foot from Aragorn's chest, and Aragorn was unmoved at all, and time seemed to have stopped.

"Who are you? What's the price on this land?" the Knight questioned in a common Western language. His tone was the same as Polomo, with a unique accent of Gondor: "From your appearance, you are not that dirty orcs, but elves, dwarves, humans, and a race that I don't know the name... Such a team is very strange."

The rest of the team immediately turned their eyes to Aragorn. Just when Frodo and Sam thought he would say another name, "The Gods Walker", Aragorn lowered his head and began to murmur.

"I can't escape any more." He whispered to himself: "Gandalff is right, I should get what I should get."

After saying this, Aragorn suddenly raised his head and lifted his cloak. The elf's scabbard was made of shining. When he pulled out the Anduril Holy Sword, a white flame seemed to flow out: "I am Aragorn, the son of Aragorn, and I am also called King Ilisa, the elf gem, and I am the direct descendant of Essidor of Gondor. And this is the legendary recasting of the holy sword!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise, including his companions who had traveled all the way, because they had never seen him speak with such aura. At this moment, Aragorn's figure suddenly seemed to have suddenly increased, and the knight shrank. They saw the majesty of a stone statue on Aragorn's face. In Legoras' eyes, white flames flashed on Aragorn's eyebrows, which looked like a glittering crown.

"Oh my God, this is a really weird era. Fantasy and legends actually appeared out of thin air from the grass."

The knight took a step back, and the arrogance on his face disappeared: "Sir, I am Iomo, the son of Iomond, and the third marshal of the Cavalry Kingdom. What made you come here?"

"Before that, I want to hear more about what happened in Rohan? You seem to have just finished a tough war?" Aragorn put down the Holy Sword of Andurir and said.

"That's right, we resisted the enemy's attack in the battle in the Holy Helmet Valley and wiped out countless orcs!"
Chapter completed!