End of the Sky

"God is blind, a flower is just stuck in cow dung!"

Russell was indignant. Arwen was Aragon's girlfriend and would become his queen in the future. If he changed to another couple, Russell would probably recognize the brother.

But Aragon and Arwin couldn't. The latter gave up almost unlimited life for Aragon and turned from elves to humans just to accompany him for only a few decades. In the face of this great love, people who are still thinking about loosening the earth are really hopeless!

Seeing Russell's bitterness and deep hatred, Aragon was very proud, and was ridiculed by Russell's various ridicule all the way down, and finally pulled back a round.

The three returned to the camp together. Suddenly, Russell seemed to think of something. God mysteriously grabbed Aragorn, and the two were one step behind Arwen.

Russell whispered, "Man, are we brothers?"

"Sorry, I am amnesia, who are you?"

Russell Quandang didn't hear it, and continued, "You see, you're all sprinkling dog food. You can't leave my brother alone. Help me and Arwin. Let me introduce her sister to Rivendell."

Aragorn was silent for a moment, then said for a long while, "Sorry, I won't do this. The love between elves and humans is destined to end in tragedy. Because the elves marry humans, the elves will lose eternal life and live a painful and short life."

Aragon's voice was loud enough that Arwin could hear it clearly, and he said it on purpose. He loved each other deeply, and did not want Arwin to give up his long life. The decades of humanity were too short for the elves, and it was not enough time to return to their maiden family.

Arwen's pace was unchanged, and he turned back and smiled slightly at Aragon. He poked gently into Aragon's heart, and the goods immediately changed his position.

Russell pulled Aragon again: "Brother, your topic is too heavy for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Is there a female elf who doesn't fall in love or get married?"

Aragon: "..."

Arwin: "..."

...

The three returned to the camp, and the bonfire burned more and more under the care of the four Frodo. Russell picked up the ingredients and poured them into the iron pot in proportion.

Arwen stood alone in front of the white horse and took out the water pouch to feed her horse. In the original book, she and Aragorn hurriedly met, and took Frodo, who was injured and poisoned, to Rivendell.

It's not used now, Frodo doesn't have any fart, and stands by the iron pot while holding a bowl.

In the air, a faint flavour of meat floated away, attracting countless greedy predators in the forest. Russell inserted the Edelman alloy knife into the ground, and a thunder rose into the sky, scaring the birds and beasts apart.

"Just, you can get your finger on Russell's table? No smell of it!"

Russell said, looking at Arwin without any traces, to be precise, his eyes focused on the white horse.

"A beautiful horse, proud and pure, just like an elf ..." Russell licked his lips: "Aragorn, is that the legendary unicorn?"

"Yeah! Why, what's wrong?" Aragorn asked with a trembling voice, with an ominous hunch.

"looks very tasty!"

Aragon: "..."

I knew it!

On the other side, Arwin came over extremely speechless. She heard Russell's words and heard them twice.

The unicorn is the elf's best friend. Russell wanted to take her friend off the pot.

Arwin really couldn't understand how the upright Aragorn knew Rousseau, such a damaging friend, and they didn't seem to have a common language. As Aragon's future wife, she feels that she should do something. Otherwise, Aragon and Russell have been staying for a long time, and there may be other wives in the future.

"Aragorn, are you sure you want to eat the flesh of the nightmare?" Arwen asked.

"Relax, ma'am, can I kill my brother's life?" Russell replied, filling a bowl and handing it to Aragorn: "Brother, it's time to drink medicine, sigh, warm your body first."

"No, I have no appetite."

Looking at the soup in front of him, Aragorn shook his head again and again, the taste was very fragrant, but he didn't dare to compliment him. The soup is as dark as ink, with a white layer of meat fat on top, mottled red oil, black and red, and three distinct colors. He won't take a sip when killed.

"Well, I really don't know the goods. I will drink this bowl of broth without talking about immortality, but there is absolutely no problem in strengthening my body." Russell said, even if he wanted to take a sip.

"and many more!"

Aragorn held Russell's hand and looked up at Arwin, motioning for her to check and don't drink anything wrong with Russell. This product has an abnormal brain. Wouldn't it be fart on the spot if you get sick again.

Arwen reluctantly sighed, his delicate hand touching the side of the bowl, with the elven spell in his mouth. The white light shone, and the holy radiance spread from Arwin's palm, and disappeared after a while.

She looked at Russell in amazement: "How did you do that, and made the poisonous nightmare flesh into a tonic medicine?"

"This is an exclusive recipe, how can you say it easily." Russell took a bowl and drank it, swallowed it along with the meat slices. The attributes did not change, and the effect was average.

The four Frodos got Russell's permission, cheered and started to gobble, and the nightmare flesh only felt warm, and the sweat on their foreheads couldn't help running around the campfire.

For Russell, the nightmare meat fortification effect is minimal, but for them four, it is obviously overkill.

"What happened to them?" Aragorn hurriedly asked.

"Excessive energy intake, don't worry about them, do you have a bowl?" Russell said, passing the broth to Aragon again.

"No, I have no appetite." Aragorn shook his head again and again. He wouldn't take a sip if he killed him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Arwen was interested, took this bowl of soup and drank slowly, for a moment After a light sigh of relief. After tasting the sweetness, she was still overwhelmed, and handed the empty bowl to Russell: "It tastes good, come another bowl."

"It's useless, this pair of medicine is only effective on the first sip, and then it will taste purely."

"You can taste it."

Seeing the fall of his girlfriend, Aragon was very puzzled. Don't all the elves like delicate and delicate food? Why would you be interested in cauldron rice? Is it really delicious?

Thinking of this, Aragon looked at the big wok involuntarily, and soon he directly shook his head. He uttered the words of Aragon, and the water that spilled out could not be changed if he said that, since he would never touch him if he didn't drink, it would be difficult for anyone to come.

"Aragorn, you too." Arwen handed a bowl.

"Ok!"

Ten seconds later, Aragon showed an expression of endless aftertaste, and said with emotion: "It's really fragrant!"

"How do you feel like you are getting stronger?"

Russell asked while the iron was hot. The four of them froze on the edge, one bowl after another, and he didn't care.

"Well, there are some changes." Aragorn nodded and asked subconsciously, "Russell, is this why you became stronger?"

"Of course, but this kind of strengthening is not unlimited. You should also feel it. The nightmare can only be eaten once, and the second time is invalid."

Aragorn nodded: "Yes, but this is also exaggerated. Just eating can make you stronger. If it weren't for personal experience, I would definitely not believe it."

"So do you want to experience it for the second time?"

"the second time?"

"Isn't there still a unicorn? If you use a good-looking man, Arwin will definitely not refuse, we are not greedy, just cut two pieces of meat."

Arwin: "..."

I haven't left yet!