Chapter 1902: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon (10)

—Third Age, 3018, September 23 —
Shire Bangshui Town,
Green Dragon Tavern.
"Hey! Huo!"
"I'm traveling to the drunk country~ heal my heartache and eliminate my sorrow~"
"The rain beats the wind and the wind blows for a good autumn~not to mention there is still a way to go~"
"The sound of the rain is ruthless, and it seems to be sentimental~ Let the water in the mountains and rivers be as cold as ice~"
"It's raining and wading across the river~ Bring wine to your brother Tucker~"
"Oh—" "Hahahaha—"
A group of hobbits are holding a party, one by one they held up their wine glasses and sang the Shire Minor loudly, one by one received very smoothly, and finally they drank the wine together and laughed.
"Oh, young people nowadays don’t care about current affairs," the old Knox in Bangshui Town was holding a glass: "There have been many strange races crossing the Shire recently. They don’t eat, drink or smoke at all, I guess. They must be soldiers, and there is probably going to be a war nearby. We should be prepared to supply military rations."
"Oh, come on, don't we have any more food," the miller Sandy Tedman exhaled a puff of smoke: "Our excess income was bought by Frodo from the Baggins family~ I thought it was old Baggins. It just left him with property, but he didn't expect to leave him even the trading channels. The Sackville family must be mad, because Frodo looks healthy and young."
"Ha! I can live for many years!" Frodo brought two glasses of wine and pushed them to two elderly hobbits: "Thank you for coming to the banquet, cheers, old man~"
"Huh, Hobbit's tradition is to ignore things other than the Shire." Old Knox held up his glass and glared at Frodo. "As long as you don't make trouble, trouble won't come to you."
"Yes, yes, you are right." Frodo nodded and drank the juice in his glass that looked like wine.
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"Good night, everyone, be careful on the road."
After the banquet, the little men from different Hobbiton greeted each other and left. The Rosei waitress at the entrance of the tavern was the only bright spot among the many drunks and drunks.
"Uh, good night..." Sam greeted her stupidly, and left with one step and three backs.
"When are you going to confess?" Frodo patted his shoulder vigorously.
"Oh no, forget it, I'm just your gardener." Sam grinned, "She's the red man of the entire Shire."
"Do you think the'Frodo of Baggins' is not red enough?" Frodo took two more shots: "Isn't my gardener worthy of the roses in the Golden Tavern?"
"No, uh, when we finish this far door, I have to think about it again." Sam motioned forward.
"Bakins~" The little Hobbit girl with a giant dragon inside came running over: "It's too slow!"
"Although Bilbo has already left, Smaug always comes over on his birthday," Frodo shrugged, then took out the snacks packed at the banquet and handed it to her: "This is called'Yin Rong' Wan Zai'?"
"Sophie" was the name Frodo said when she asked Smaug what other names she had. Although it was not a hobbit's name at all, but...who would defy the dragon at all.
"No, that's a description of a dead person, right?" Sam grinned, watching the little girl swallow the package with a mouthful.
"I'm not sure...what's the matter?" Frodo was still planning to discuss part of speech with Sam, but saw that the little girl Hobbit was trying to dig through his pockets.
"The ring," Sophie looked up at him: "It's going to be burned today."
"But I didn't take it with me, let's go back to the bottom of the bag." Frodo opened the pocket to show her, it was empty.
Sophie blinked suspiciously, and then followed them towards Hobbiton.
"Yes, Sue, Sophie," Sam said boldly, "Today is the fiftieth anniversary of the opening of the Green Dragon Tavern, otherwise we would not have gone so far."
"Um..." Sophie puffed up: "This is a contract made by Baggins. If he doesn't fulfill it, he will be out of luck."
"Why do you decide whether Uncle Bilbo is unlucky..." Frodo thought a little: "He should be in some elf refuge now, right?"
"Because he can't beat me and can't run away," Sophie raised two chubby hands in claws: "Oh~"
"..." X2
"So, what kind of bad luck is it?" Frodo asked instead.
"If I didn't breathe fire to cover the words on the ring," Sophie lighted her chin and thought: "There will be a faceless ghost in a black robe looking for him."
"Black robe?" "Faceless ghost?"
Frodo and Sam looked at each other, then each shook their heads to indicate that they hadn't heard anything similar.
"Um...oh!" Sophie seemed to notice the distrust of the two, tilted her head for a moment, and suddenly raised her hand and pointed forward: "It's like that."
Huh—whee—
Tap, tap, tap.
With the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of horseshoes, three knights slowly walked up the road ahead.
These knights wore black robes that covered their whole body and did not show their faces. The hands holding the reins and the feet in the stirrups were all wearing thick armor, and they were not riding horses, but black smoke all over their bodies. , A horse-shaped monster with red eyes and dark armor.
"No, isn't it ‘like’?" Sam's voice trembled: "Can we run in time now?"
"If there are only two of us, I will definitely turn around and run." Frodo motioned to Sophie.
"Yes, yes." Sam stopped shaking for an instant: "A mere faceless ghost, it's not enough to stuff our teeth."
"[Charles—his—]" The knight headed by looked at the three little hobbits, and slowly said: "[Baggins—his—]"
His voice was extremely hoarse, as if the stones were rubbing, and as if the cold wind was blowing through the dead woods, making people involuntarily chilly.
"Is the Baggins house in Hobbiton?" Frodo stepped forward and said, "Go straight ahead, and walk along the river after crossing the bridge. He lives in the bag bottom hole of Bagha Road."
"[Hiss-Hoo-]" The dark knight looked at Frodo, as if wondering why he was not afraid of himself.
"[His—He didn't lie—]" Another black knight behind him stepped forward and said.
"[Go.]" The headed black knight lifted the reins, and took the other two horses to speed along the road.
"You, you, you, did you really tell them the address of your house?" After the knights had gone away, Sam said shiveringly, "What should we do now? Let Sophie eat them?"
"Well... I probably understand why my uncle is afraid of Sophie. Maybe she showed a similar horror aura in front of him," Frodo answered the question, and then said: "Don't worry, I didn't say I was Baggins lives at the address I mentioned, and Sophie shouldn't want to eat them either, otherwise they would have eaten it."
"Nazgûl is an empty shell, and the shell is unpalatable." Little Hobbit nodded.
"But but, what if they can't find someone waiting at your house?" Sam barely stopped shivering.
"Then don't worry about it," Frodo grinned, showing his white teeth: "There are people in my house now."