"Bai Hua, they are suspecting you. The time you appeared was almost the same as the last time the Ringwraiths appeared here. The man named Strider suspects that you are a spy from Mordor." The message relayed by another person in Bai Hua's ears made him sigh: "This is really not easy to explain. Forget it, get ready for battle." Bai Hua was also very curious about the strength of this world.
Bai Hua was destined to have no sleep that night.
"Prepare to ambush them, UMP9, where are the Ringwraiths?" Bai Hua turned on the walkie-talkie.
"We haven't reached the destination yet, Commander, don't be anxious." The other party teased.
Bai Hua's profession is called "General", and the current arrangement is to use the two cards he drew after becoming a general as the basis to build a trap.
"Army Card: 404 Squad"
"General Card: Joan of Arc"
Bai Hua leaned against the stone wall and felt the money in his pocket. He still had a little money. There was still some time before the battle started, so he should be able to have a drink. The night wind was a little creepy.
Bai Hua turned and walked into the inn. Only Aragorn, Frodo, and the other four were left in the hall. The innkeeper came over with a glass of wine. "Bai Hua, you haven't touched a sip of your wine yet. Don't waste it, or I'll punish you."
Bai Hua smiled and nodded, raised his glass to Aragorn from a distance, and drank it all in one gulp. He was toasting the future king, whose end was told in the final chapter of The Lord of the Rings: The Chronicles of the Kings, a death Bai Hua could not reconcile. The king voluntarily gave up his life, maintaining the glory of a king until the very last moment. He met his destined death, kissed his wife's hand, and passed away. The beer was very weak, even a tasteless drink, but Bai Hua finished it anyway.
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