[Host, please note that the tenth mission in the world is about to begin. The ten-minute countdown is now entering, please be prepared]
The electronic beep sounded as if it could choose the day. Just after the rainy day, it suddenly sounded, reminding Russell that another world node had been captured.
You may not be addicted to this kind of time-traveling, but you will definitely become proficient in it if you do it more often. Russell calmly drank the wolfberry tea, and the ten minutes passed by in a flash.
Blackness flashed before his eyes, Russell opened his eyes again, it was still black!
The dim moon hung high, blocked by scattered clouds, and the entire forest was shrouded in darkness. Occasionally, the moonlight shone down, highlighting the strange trees with their claws and teeth, which was eerie and terrifying.
The forest was too quiet at night. Russell lifted up his blanket, smelled the rotten smell of dead branches and leaves, and looked around with a frown.
He was thrown into the wilderness, but he was not alone. There was a horse rope tied to the crooked neck tree next to him. Two horses had their heads slightly sunk, and they were dozing side by side.
Beside the bonfire, a tall man added some firewood. Seeing Russell wake up, he immediately came over and asked with concern: "Russell, how are you feeling?"
The man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and almost impeccable handsome facial features. Unfortunately, the frown between his eyebrows, coupled with his unkempt appearance and unkempt beard, makes him look a bit decadent.
He is in his twenties, has the temperament of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, and looks like a down-and-out aristocrat with deep hatred and bitterness!
Russell labeled him as a man whose family was in decline. He simply ignored the man's handsome face. He never looked at people's faces. It doesn't matter whether he is handsome or not. What is important about a person is not his appearance, but his noble soul. At this point,
Yes, he feels that he is quite qualified.
"Man, do you still remember me?" The young middle-aged uncle asked again, with a trace of concern on his deeply furrowed brows.
Russell: "..."
The expressions in their eyes, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them were dressed in medieval clothes and had swords instead of revolvers in their waists, he would have doubted whether he had arrived at Brokeback Mountain.
"Russell?"
"Uh...I..." Russell choked for a moment. Others recognized him, but he didn't know others. He was thinking about how to deceive him.
"You have lost your memory!"
"ha?"
"You drank too much, fell off your horse, and hit a stone on the back of your head. I took you to see a doctor, and he said you would probably lose your memory, but I didn't expect it to be true," the man said sadly.
"Then what..., cough, man, you see I have lost my memory, hurry up and introduce yourself!" Russell coughed lightly and took care of himself as he came. If he loses his memory, he will lose his memory. It is better to be clearly arranged than to pretend to be stupid.
Stunned and strong.
"That's right, I almost forgot about it..."
The man helped Russell up and said solemnly: "Your name is Russell, a ranger, and my name is Aragorn. We met on an adventure two years ago. Yesterday, we met unexpectedly in the hotel, and you drank too much...
"
"Aragorn!?"
"That's right!"
"I seem to have heard this name somewhere..." Russell raised his hand and rubbed his chin. It was such a familiar name, and he could remember it with just a few prompts.
"Of course, you just lost your memory. It's not like you have a different brain. You must have left an impression on me." Aragorn, who had the temperament of an uncle, breathed a sigh of relief. It's great that Russell didn't become a fool.
In fact, the two met unexpectedly yesterday. They recalled their past adventures and couldn't help but drink a few more drinks. Originally, it was Aragorn who fell from the horse, and then... he subconsciously grabbed Russell's sleeve.
He's fine, Russell is knocked out!
But this matter cannot be said openly. Aragorn only needs to know it in his heart. We are all brothers and cannot destroy the precious friendship because of this trivial matter.
Besides, he didn't lie, he just omitted a few insignificant scenes. He didn't do it intentionally. After all, he drank the film!
Russell was thinking about it, suddenly trembled and swallowed: "Aragorn, where are we now?"
"The nearest location is the Liquor River. What's wrong? What did you remember?"
"No, I want to know which country we are in... It doesn't matter which country, I don't even know. Tell me quickly, which continent are we in?" Russell almost asked if we were in Middle-earth.
"Middle-earth, this is the Eastern Road near Bree."
Aragorn said so much. Russell had heard of Middle-earth, but this was enough. He knew very well what Middle-earth represented.
The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Sauron, and... Gandalf!
Thinking that he was about to meet a legendary figure among mages, Russell was a little excited and couldn't help but grin. When meeting, how should you say hello and which hand is best to extend first?
What if Gandalf thought he was a genius in magic and wanted to teach him a few tricks, would he agree, or should he be reserved before agreeing?
"Hehehehehe————"
Seeing Russell standing there alone and giggling, Aragorn felt deeply guilty. He was a very smart person, but he pulled him and left him brainless.
"Ahem, Russell, are you okay?"
"It's okay. I feel refreshed after a fall. I've never felt better." Russell jumped on the spot and said bluntly: "Aragorn, where are you going next? Let's make friends together."
"Man, I have something important to do next. We have to separate here and you continue your adventure."
Aragorn's face turned pale. The Ringwraiths were searching for the Lord of the Rings. Gandalf was nowhere to be found, and the Hobbit carrying the ring was isolated and helpless. He wanted to rush to the Prancing Pony Hotel as soon as possible to protect the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbits. This trip was very dangerous.
He could die at any time, so Russell couldn't be involved.
Moreover, the meeting with Russell has been delayed for a day and cannot be delayed any longer.
"I'm afraid this won't work. I've lost my memory. How can I remember where I'm going to take the adventure?" Russell lowered his head and sighed: "Now I know you as the only one in the whole world. I wouldn't know where to go if I didn't follow you?"
Aragorn is an important character in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Following him can meet Gandalf and trigger world tasks. Unless Russell really loses his memory, he will never be separated from him.
"Yes, you have lost your memory..."
Aragorn twitched the corner of his mouth and secretly thought that drinking would cause trouble. If he had known this, he would have just chatted a few words.
The two extinguished the bonfire, mounted their horses and walked along the path at night. After all, Aragorn was a responsible man. Russell lost his memory because of him and could not leave him alone.
"Aragorn, where are we going?" Russell didn't know how to ride a horse, but he knew how to get on it. After a minute, he became so skilled on horseback that Thomas could easily maneuver around.
"Prancing Pony Wine... forget it, you don't know even if I tell you, just come with me." Aragorn decided to take Russell with him and go to Rivendell to see the elves and try to cure his amnesia.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I can't help it. After all, I have lost my memory."
On the horizon, the dark clouds slowly began to recede, and the moon was not blocked, spreading its brilliance little by little...