If you judge others by your appearance, don’t laugh at me as my second brother, everyone is the same.

If the elf girl is not as beautiful as a flower, Li Xiang would not be so enthusiastic about making friends with others to learn about card skills.

It is said that the orcs were originally elves, and no one would be so fond of them that they were interested in the orcs.

Gandalf is actually the same.

If he had not turned into a kind-hearted old man and walked around the world with Maiya's body, he would have been beaten up by Sauron's accomplices.

The journey of the Ring Protection Team is far less magnificent than in the movie.

Because most of the time, I keep walking.

Eat dry food and drink river water, sleep in the wild.

Except for not having live broadcast on mobile phones, there is no difference between other aspects and survival in the wild.

The journey is boring, that is, Li Xiang can only pass the time a little while he is bored and tells stories.

During dinner that day, Li Xiang talked about Sun Dasheng's big fuss in the Heavenly Palace. Unexpectedly, everyone except the Hobbits expressed dissatisfaction with this.

"How can you resist the gods?"

“God’s reward should be filled with a pious heart of gratitude.”

"No doubt, this is a monster monkey."

“…”

Everyone's reaction also made Li Xiang lose interest in continuing to talk.

Different values, what else can I say?

The Western world was highly hierarchical. After the demise of the Roman Empire, the barbarians unified the world.

They used strict hierarchy and fooled people to turn everyone into slavery.

In this world atmosphere, those who dare to resist power will inevitably suffer a ruthless blow.

It is not only necessary to eliminate it physically, but also to carry out the most stubborn suppression mentally.

They pay attention to the divine authority of the king, their bloodlines, and their endurance of suffering and then going to heaven.

There were no uprisings and resistances everywhere like in the Roman era.

There is no Europe after Rome.

Li Xiang's bedtime story came to an abrupt end. The Hobbit felt very sorry, but Gandalf believed that Li Xiang despised the gods and even talked to him specifically.

The content is very simple, I hope Li Xiang can understand what respect for gods is.

"The power of the gods is unimaginable. If you fight against the gods, you will not have a good end. Only by obeying the gods can you be forgiven."

"Forgive me."

Li Xiang, who looked rebellious, looked at him and said, "Is it really good to save this world?"

Sauron still needs to be killed.

The orc army created by this guy will go wherever he goes, with a typical barbarian style.

As for the internal problems in Middle-earth continent, Li Xiang began to look at Aragon for a long time.

"You can also be considered to be aware of the sufferings of the people."

Li Xiang asked him quietly, "How do you think people on Middle-earth life is like?"

"This has to be divided into regions. Some places live well, while others are very bad."

Aragon thought Li Xiang wanted to talk about the strategy of governing the country, so he naturally said, "The main reason is Soren's dark power. As long as he kills Soren, the people in the entire Middle Earth will be better."

"The Regents' family did a great job, and Gondor would be peaceful under their rule."

After saying that, he looked at Li with a smile, "We can go all over Middle-earth then."

Li Xiang’o(￣ヘ￣o#)’

I am holding books in the belly of fish, and the bonfire and foxes are ready. Just show me this?

"The only trash theory of bloodline is beyond help."

Li Xiang rode his horse away without expression and never mentioned this topic again.

Half a month after leaving Rivendell, the Ring Protection Team finally arrived at the legendary Daxue Mountain.

The snow-capped mountain, which is estimated to be three to five thousand meters above sea level, runs directly across the corner.

This is not just a mountain, but a whole mountain range.

If you want to take a detour, don’t think about it, climb the mountain honestly, or drill into the tunnel.

Dwarf Jin Li proposed to go to the Moria mine because you don’t have to climb the mountain and go down the mountain, which can save half of the journey.

Gandalf must have agreed in his heart. He had arranged an emotional drama that would urge people to urinate and sacrifice their lives for justice.

It’s just that it cannot be revealed at this time, and there needs to be a whisper.

Sure enough, the white-robed mage Saruman, who was strong enough but not very good at using his brain, took the initiative to perform a cutscene, and a heavy storm directly blocked the passage across the snow-capped mountains.

If I don't say it, I can only go to the authentic road.

Gandalf, who silently gave the best assist Saruman, silently praised his sad drama and began to imagine the scene of his leader in replacing Saruman's shark sculpture wearing a white robe.

He has been waiting for this moment for thousands of years.

The five Maiyas who came to Middle-earth were all different bosses behind them.

Saruman is the leader, and there is also a boss who supports him.

If you want to pull him off, you must do things in a solid way, so that the boss behind Saruman has nothing to say and can only give up on him.

After thousands of years of layout, it was finally time to close the net. Even Gandalf, who was as cunning as a trench, couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something.

He turned his head and looked to one side, which happened to meet Li Xiang's gaze.

Looking at Li Xiang's deep-speaking eyes, Gandalf's heart tightened.

‘He saw it? Impossible! When I started preparing, his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great

Looking at it again, Li Xiang's gaze was still so meaningful.

Gandalf, who was a little panicked in his heart, simply looked away.

After a moment, he felt a little regretful, "He couldn't know, what am I afraid of!"

In a fit of anger, Li Xiang rode his horse and leaned over, "You really should wear an iron helmet."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's not interesting, I just think you're very good at wearing an iron helmet."

"baffling."

Gandalf, who had a cold face, left with a neat look.

Li Xiang, a guy who couldn't find out his origin, is really too strange. Could it be that the servant sent by a certain master god? But if so, the boss behind him would not not tell him.

This is not good for smart people, they like to think too much.

Li Xiang just smiled at him, and Gandalf himself made up a whole action drama without feeling tired.

The Moria pit belongs to the country of the Dwarves of Turin.

Countless dwarves spent a long time knocking out countless passages and buildings in the belly of the mountain with hammers.

The snow-capped mountain looks extremely magnificent and huge, but in fact it is almost hollowed out by the dwarves.

By passing through here, you can reach the territory of the elf Queen Kellandriel, Roslorien.

The group followed the steps dug out by the dwarves and came to the approximate entrance of the Moria Mine.

The gate should be on the mountain. The passage on one side of the mountain is very narrow and can only be allowed to pass side by side.

On the other side of the passage is a dark lake of considerable area.

"The passage in the dwarves' kingdom is narrow, let our horses go and let them go back."

Gandalf asked everyone to let the horses go, hoping that they could go home by themselves.

In Li Xiang's opinion, this is delusion. These horses were either eaten halfway or ran to be wild horses.

Go home by yourself? No navigation, brother.

It was getting late, and a bright moon hangs high in the night sky.

Gandalf groped on the mountain wall and searched for the entrance to Moria, while the others were bored waiting.

"What are you looking at?"

Frodo walked to Li Xiang who was standing by the lake, looked at the dark lake surface, and subconsciously took two steps back.

The lake surface is dark without a trace of turmoil.
To be continued...