Chapter 214

Edoras.

Today, King Rohan is very noisy, lively and busy.

Since not long ago, the news from the golden palace is to better protect the people and better fight the coming war.

His Majesty King Theoden announced the transfer of all residents of Edoras to the deep valley of helm.

The departure time is tomorrow morning.

A half day and a night of cleaning up time, although very hasty, but this critical time has not taken so much into account.

After all, living is the most important thing.

"Helm deep valley!"

"He only thinks of helm Valley!"

"At this time, it's time to hit Saruman's minions head-on instead of hiding in the mountains."

"The king doesn't want to fight. Who else does he want to protect them?"

At the gate of the golden hall, Gandalf, dressed in a white robe, strode out angrily, with an angry tone.

Morgan Legolas Jinli followed Gandalf.

They are naturally not easy to interrupt on such a major event related to the fate of the whole Rohan kingdom.

Legolas and Jinli are not qualified to participate in such things.

But with Morgan's race and identity, he is qualified to speak.

It's no use opening your mouth.

Because Theoden has made up his mind that he is not ready to directly confront Saruman's attack, but to take refuge in helm deep valley.

Morgan saw this clearly, so he didn't speak out from beginning to end.

The same is true of Iowen's brother, marshal of Hussars.

He and Gandalf had the same view at the beginning.

However, because of the king's insistence, he can only and must obey Theoden's orders.

Morgan and iomel can see Theoden's plan.

Gandalf must be able to.

He just didn't want to give up, so he insisted.

Theoden probably made a decision after hearing Gandalf's news and iomel's news on the first day he woke up.

But Gandalf had a deep friendship with him, so he was willing to listen to Gandalf for several days.

Of course, Theoden may have made a similar decision at the beginning, but he can't be sure. It may not be determined until today.

In short, everyone has different thoughts and different thoughts.

We can't just talk about right and wrong.

Like Morgan.

If he were Theoden, he would probably choose to retreat to helm valley.

Because Rohan is too hard at this time.

"He also thought for his people as much as possible. After all, helm deep valley once saved Rohan in the most dangerous period. They regard it as Rohan's last castle."

Quickly follow Gandalf into the stable. Morgan took Gandalf's words and said aloud.

He has been in this world for a long time and knows a lot of great events that have happened.

"But there is no way back in the deep valley of helm. Once besieged, there is no way out except for a dead battle, which may also hit saluman's mind."

Gandalf turned to Morgan and said in a deep voice, "Theoden thought going there would ensure the safety of the people."

"But I'm afraid it's more likely to turn into a massacre."

"Although Theoden is determined, I am still worried about the survival of Rohan."

Standing in front of a stable, Gandalf looked at Morgan's face and said, "I'm going out. You must stay."

"Theoden needs your help, and the people of Rohan need you, Morgan."

"Just as bud needed you in Changhu town and Gushan, so did SOLIN oak shield."

"Helm's deep valley must be guarded!"

Gandalf looked into Morgan's eyes and opened his mouth with a heavy weight.

"I will keep it."

Morgan nodded seriously. He knew better than anyone what serious consequences Lohan's subjugation would lead to once the helm valley was captured.

Seeing his old friend's face, Gandalf reluctantly smiled and turned into the stable.

Inside the stable was a tall, snow-white, strong white horse with no mottled hair.

This white horse is called "jieying". It is the best horse in Rohan Kingdom at present. It also has the reputation of "king of horses".

It was the last time Gandalf came to Lohan to persuade Theoden to warn Salman of his threat, but Theoden didn't listen to his advice and drove Gandalf away.

Before leaving, he asked Gandalf to choose a horse to leave. Unexpectedly, Gandalf tamed the best horse.

The horse also returned to Edoras the day after Morgan's team of four arrived at Edoras, at Gandalf's call.

Turning over and sitting without saddle and harness, Gandalf felt some emotion for a moment: "I have been walking on this land for 3000 years, but I have never felt that time is so urgent one day."

Morgan smiled and opened the stable gate. Gandalf rode up and looked at Morgan: "when the dawn appears in five days, I will return."

"At dawn, pay attention to the East!"

"I will."

Morgan nodded and stepped aside.

Next second.

Gandalf rode out of the huge stable like the wind.

For Morgan and Legolas, the dwarf Jinli three stay, Theoden is a hundred agree.

Although this was also his invitation, not long ago.

He also invited Gandalf, but Gandalf obviously had more important things to do.

Rohan is a nomadic Kingdom on the plains.

For nomads, horses are their most important partners.

It is true.

Edoras' stables are the largest and best cared for stables Morgan has seen in recent years.

The large stables in front of us are filled with the horses of the Rohan royal family.

For ordinary families or hussars, horses are taken with them and kept in their stables.

"Your Majesty asked us to choose a horse. What horse should I choose?"

Jinli looked at the tall horses in the stables, and his face was full of interest.

"Jinli, I think you should choose a pony, which is more suitable for you."

Hearing Jinli's words, Morgan took back Gandalf's distant eyes and looked at Jinli who was carefully observing a tall horse in the distance and smiled.

"I think Morgan is right. You won't have too much trouble riding that horse."

Legolas answered with a smile.

The reason why he rode with Jinli a few days ago is that Jinli is too short to reach.

Jinli could not hear such words, and immediately said, "hum, don't underestimate the dwarf."

"What horse have you chosen?"

Then a voice came from behind Morgan.

He turned his head and saw Iowen coming towards him in a tight blue dress.

"Not yet. Would you recommend one?"

Morgan looked at Iowen and smiled.

In the past few days, after knowing each other, he and eowen are familiar.

"Then... This one."

Iowen didn't refuse either. She glanced at the whole stable and quickly went to a stable, pointing to a tall, strong, hairy and bright black horse inside. She turned her head and looked at Morgan.

Morgan followed and his eyes lit up when he saw the dark horse.

Tall, strong and slender, with black hair and smooth hair, a horse can know at a glance that it is a good horse.

It was especially rare that the black horse had a pinch of lightning like white hair on his forehead.

"It... Has no owner?"

His eyes returned from the dark horse. Morgan looked at Iowen beside him and asked.

How can a horse with such excellent appearance and shape not be noticed by others, especially Rohan, who is proficient in horse control.

"There was, but not now."

When Morgan asked about this, Iowen seemed to think of something and whispered, "it was originally prepared for theojed..."

Now that theojed was dead, the horse naturally had no owner.

As soon as IO Wen opened her mouth, Morgan reacted. He stopped talking about it and asked, "what's its name?"

"No name, no time to pick it up..."

"Now it belongs to you, and the name should be taken by Morgan."

Eowen smiled, opened the stable door and reached out to make an invitation.

Morgan is also welcome. There is no doubt about the importance of the horse in the world. Moreover, he really took a fancy to the horse at a glance.

Walking into the stable and seeing Morgan's approach, the black horse immediately started cutting unhappily and sounded his nose.

Looking at the dark horse in front of him, Morgan was surprised. Now many animals are afraid of him. This horse is still a rare one he has met in recent years.

Iowen looked at Morgan close to the dark horse, looking forward to something in her eyes.

But the next second.

When Morgan reached out and touched the black horse's neck and cheek.

The dark horse immediately calmed down and let Morgan touch it like a docile cat.

"Eh..."

Iowen looked at Morgan in surprise, but she knew that although the horse was very good, it was also very grumpy. At the beginning, theojed, who tamed it, suffered enough.

"How did you do it?"

Iowen looked at Morgan and said in surprise.

"That's it."

Morgan turned his head and stroked the dark horse's long face.

The dark horse, who was originally very grumpy in Iowen's eyes and ordinary people don't want to touch at all, is very clever and quiet under Morgan.

But she seemed to see that the dark horse in front of her seemed to be a little afraid of Morgan.

But how is that possible?

Then, to her surprise.

She heard that Morgan named the black horse "radish!"

"Radish..."

......

Eisinger.

High rise of orsanke stone tower.

Saruman, dressed in a white robe, sat on the stone seat unhappily.

"Gandalf in white..."

"Idiot Gandalf is right."

Remembering what he saw with Rohan Theoden's eyes, Saruman stood up with a gloomy face and whispered to himself.

"Do you think you want to compare me with God's grace and change into new clothes?"

"Don't even think about it..."

Although he didn't care, he saw Gandalf in a white robe.

Saruman did feel the crisis.

But the moment he decided to fall to Sauron and try to dominate the world by competing for the supreme ring, he had such an awareness.

I just didn't expect it to be so fast.

I didn't expect Gandalf to be promoted to white robe so soon.

Saruman frowned and mused.

"The wizard was followed by three people..."

At this time, a voice came from the door of the hall.

A black robe, pale and bloodless, and a figure with one leg walked into the hall.

Of course it's GRIMA.

A few days ago, from Edoras of Rohan, GRIMA, the former chief adviser of Rohan, who proudly ran for his life under the sword of Theoden, came to Essinger.

"A human, an elf, and a dwarf..."

GRIMA said and approached Saruman.

But before he finished, saluman suddenly sucked his nose, glanced at GRIMA coming by, and interrupted with obvious dislike: "you smell like a horse."

The voice fell.

GRIMA immediately froze in embarrassment.

It's not to keep talking, it's not to keep moving forward.

Saruman reappeared and sat back on the huge stone seat.

GRIMA also recovered from embarrassment. Looking at Saruman, who was meditating alone, he said, "Theoden will certainly not stay in Edoras for too long."

"He knew it couldn't be defended, and he knew we would attack on a large scale."

"I guess... Theoden is likely to retreat to helm valley."

"It is the last and strong castle of Rohan. He has mentioned it to me more than once."

"But it's not easy for them to go into the mountain. It's still far away. Coupled with a large number of men, women, children, old and young, they must move slowly."

"Maybe we can do something..."

GRIMA kept talking to himself.

Finally, saluman, sitting on the stone seat, stood up slowly.

......

East of Lohan.

Near the northern edge of Gondor.

On the vast wilderness.

One man and one horse are running in the direction of Edoras, king of Rohan.

......

The morning of Edoras.

It was just dawn.

The whole city has been busy.

As a nomad.

The Rohan people are no stranger to migration.

With the order of the King yesterday.

Under the guidance, the whole residents of Edoras went outside the city in an orderly manner.

When the light in the eastern sky rises.

The first ray of warm sunshine shines on the earth.

The thick wooden gate of Edoras was locked.

As the last soldier followed the huge and continuous team towards the front.

The migration and refuge of Rohan Kingdom began.

With the entire inhabitants of Edoras.

The migration journey is obviously not boring.

In the middle of the long line is the throne.

King Theoden and eowen, Morgan Legolas and dwarf Jinli are walking together, and eomer leads Hussars on both sides of the huge migration team.

At this time, Legolas and Jinli on a tall horse were talking about something.

In front of the two.

Morgan rode a dark radish and walked with eowen, talking as they walked.

"Morgan, I heard from my uncle that you are a dragon slayer?"

Iowen suddenly turned her head and asked Morgan.

"Why, isn't it?"

Morgan looked at Iowen and said casually.

"Of course... Not..."

"However, the most popular thing I checked is that the evil dragon named smog in the North was killed in Changhu town by two dragon slaughtering warriors."

"One of them is Morgan..."

Iowen continued.

Morgan nodded, "that's right."

Eowen said tentatively, "is that Morgan and you have the same name?"

Morgan smiled, "not only the name, but also the people."

Morgan smiled, but Iowen couldn't laugh.

She looked at Morgan and was stunned. After carefully observing Morgan again and again, she said in disbelief: "the Dragon died 60 years ago, so you are at least 60 years old?"

"No, seventy... Eighty?"

Morgan smiled and nodded, "I'm eighty-nine years old."

The voice fell.

Iowen's face darkened: "are you from dunedan?"

"I've heard that the descendants of the Numenor live far longer than ordinary people."

Morgan shook his head. "No, actually, I don't know what I am now."

At this time.

"Hoo Hoo..."

A cold wind blew.

Both men were silent.