The night is getting darker.
In the dark woods.
Morgan decisively stopped and stood alone in front of the chasing black knights.
Behind him, Frodo looked anxious and immediately flashed a hint of hesitation when he heard Uncle Morgan asking him to escape first.
Frodo couldn't think of leaving Uncle Morgan behind to face danger alone.
But he also knew that staying would not only do nothing, but would also drag Uncle Morgan back.
"Frodo, run!"
Sam yelled as soon as Frodo fell behind.
"coming!"
Frodo, knowing that time was urgent, immediately made up his mind, gritted his teeth and responded, then strode to catch up with Sam and ran towards the dark woods ahead.
rear.
The extremely fast ring spirits have already caught up.
"ah..."
"ah..."
The shrill and piercing screams echoed through the woods as the Ringwraith quickly approached.
Looking at the humans blocking the way in front of them, the Ringwraiths immediately drew their black swords and charged straight at Morgan with a scream.
With a stern look on his face, Morgan moved quickly with his hands. He took off his long bow and arrows, then shot them towards the Nazgul who were running at the front.
"Whizzing..."
The two arrows roared away with a sound of breaking through the air.
The next second.
Two arrows hit the heads of the leading two Nazgul, which were shrouded by the hoods of their wide black robes.
The two Nazgul who were hit by the arrows were slightly shaken but had no other reaction.
The Nazgul who were shot continued to charge forward as if nothing had happened.
The screams became more piercing.
Morgan, the Ring Spirit, didn't feel disappointed when he saw the distance getting closer and closer.
He had already speculated on the arrival and identity of these monsters, and the two arrows just now were just a test.
A thought came to my mind.
Three more arrows suddenly appeared in Morgan's hand.
The long bow was instantly drawn into a full moon.
Three arrows shot out.
"Swish swish..."
The arrows whizzed towards the Nazgul who were getting closer and closer.
So close.
With Morgan's current archery skills, it would be impossible for him to miss even if he wanted to.
The next second.
The three arrows hit the head of the tall black horse running wildly under the three Ringwraiths at the front with incomparable accuracy, its eyes exuding scarlet light.
"Xilulu..."
The three tall black horses that were hit immediately roared in pain.
Even if it was the transformed evil Dark Horse, the intensity of being hit in the fatal eye area was simply unbearable for Dark Horse.
Just for a moment.
The three tall dark horses in the lead started to kick crazily at almost the same time.
However, the Ringwraiths who were sitting on top and were extremely familiar with the exclusive black horse mounts were still not lifted off their horses.
Although these dark horses have been transformed by evil, their physique and strength have been improved to a certain extent.
But it is still a horse, and it is still a life of flesh and blood.
Just because the Ringwraiths are not afraid of physical attacks does not mean that their mounts, the dark horses, are not afraid of them either.
The black horse that was shot in the eye kicked wildly, and then fell heavily to the ground one after another.
The three Nazgul on his back were finally thrown off their horses.
Although the Nazgul who followed the three Nazgul in front would not directly hit the black horse that fell to the ground and blocked the road.
But the speed was immediately stopped.
The three Nazgul who fell to the ground quickly stood up.
One of them was tall, covered in armor, and shrouded in black robes. The Nazgul seemed to be the head of the Nazgul.
After he stood up, he immediately screamed at the ring spirits who stopped behind him: "Kill that human!"
"Others, chase!"
A hoarse, high-pitched terrifying voice fell.
Except for the two Nazgul whose mounts were also shot to death just now.
The other six Nazgul, who were still riding on their horses, immediately took orders to bypass this place and continued to chase forward from both sides.
"Bang bang bang..."
The sound of horse hooves quickly faded away.
Morgan had no choice this time.
There were as many as nine ring spirits in front of him.
He had not thought about stopping them all. It was already very rare to be able to stop them all at once and buy some time for Frodo and Sam to escape.
Now it's up to the two little hobbits themselves.
And Morgan himself will face three of the nine most powerful Nazgul under the Dark Lord Sauron.
Among them was the Witch-King of Angmar who looked like the leader of the Ringwraiths.
The night is getting darker.
In the dark woods.
Three Nazgul, shrouded in long black robes, walked forward slowly with long swords in their hands.
Looking at the three Ringwraiths that were getting closer.
Morgan looked extremely calm and hung the long bow on his back.
Then he reached out and pulled out the high elf sword from his waist.
There was nothing unusual about this sword that would actively emit light blue light when faced with a half-orc troll.
But even without the sword's light illuminating.
The darkness of the night had no effect on Morgan either.
Because over the years, maybe it's because of the strengthening of the system, or maybe it's because of too many night battles.
Morgan is now basically able to see at night.
For him, there is no other difference at night except that the colors are not clear enough.
The three Nazgul kept approaching.
Morgan also held the elf sword and walked forward slowly.
The distance between the two parties is rapidly closing.
Finally, Morgan took action.
"charge!"
The moment the special skill was activated, Morgan's body speed immediately increased while holding the long sword.
Like a gust of wind, it suddenly rushed towards the ring spirit ahead.
The three Nazgul had obviously never encountered such a situation.
Morgan suddenly appeared in front of the leading leader of the Ringwraiths, the Witch King of Angmar, holding a long sword.
Not only did the Witch King of Angmar immediately raise his head and express his unexpected shock.
In the eyes of the two Nazgul behind him, the same thing must have been in their minds at this moment.
But there is no expression on the Nazgul's face.
At this time, in front of Morgan's eyes, the head of the leader's Nazgul was completely dark and empty inside the wide black hood.
"Dragon Power!"
The moment he jumped into the air, Morgan, who was already extremely familiar with the use of special skills, activated his skills again.
At this moment, huge energy surged wildly from the body, limbs and bones and instantly poured into his hands.
The next second.
Morgan held the elven sword in both hands and suddenly struck the sword that was hurriedly raised by the leader of the Ringwraith, the Witch-King of Angmar.
"boom!"
There was a violent metal collision.
In the dark forest, the sudden explosion of sparks was dazzling.
The long sword that the Witch King of Angmar raised in a hurry was suddenly struck by Morgan's powerful and heavy sword.
With Morgan's strength at this time, plus the two special skills of "Charge" and "Dragon Power".
With his sword, only a handful of melee warriors in the entire Middle-earth world could take it head-on.
What's more, it's in a hurry.
The incomparably huge power almost instantly caused the Witch King of Angmar to lose control of the sword in his hand, and was knocked to the ground in response.
Immediately afterwards, the remaining power of the elf's sword was not gone, and the sword flew into the hand of the leader of the Ring Spirit Angmar Witch King. In an instant, it also quickly struck the opponent's arm that raised the sword.
"Click..."
The harsh sound of metal tearing suddenly sounded.
Morgan slashed down with the sword in both hands, and an arm made of full metal armor was cut off and fell to the ground.
"ah..."
The Witch King of Angmar, whose arm was severed, immediately screamed and retreated.
The other two Ringwraiths behind him finally reacted and immediately swung their swords towards Morgan.
"Bang bang..."
There were two huge crashes in succession.
Morgan blocked the two attacks and immediately turned over and retreated violently.
at this time.
The Witch King of Angmar's Ringwraith, whose arm had just been chopped off by him, suddenly let out a piercing scream.
Then, Morgan saw that the severed arm that fell to the ground immediately flew straight towards the screaming Witch King of Angmar as if it had heard a summons.
The opponent took the armor arm that was free in the center and put it on the broken arm.
next moment.
The broken steel arm was completely connected to the arm of the Witch King of Angmar.
Morgan was immediately speechless watching this scene.
The two special skills he just used in succession to attack were quite costly.
Although I was already prepared for the terror of these Nazgul being unafraid of physical attacks.
But when he saw that the other party had so easily and simply reattached the severed arm intact.
Morgan still found it hard to accept: "How the hell are we going to fight like this?"
But the Ringwraiths don't care about the feelings of the humans in front of them.
The leader of the Angmar Witch King quickly shook his attached arm, then reached out and pulled out a shorter black stabbing sword from his black robe.
"kill him!"
The Witch King of Angmar was extremely angry, holding a black stabbing sword and pointing it at Morgan, screaming and shouting.
The other two Ringwraiths immediately rushed up again brandishing their swords.
Looking at the three Ringwraiths attacking again.
Morgan has no intention of continuing to fight these monsters this time.
Since physical attacks are ineffective against them.
Then try switching to mental attacks.
Looking at the three Nazgul rushing towards him, Morgan launched his special skill again: "Psychic Shock!"
At this moment, a spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye quickly gathered and condensed. Following Morgan's thoughts, it was immediately divided into three smaller strands, and then shot straight towards the three Nazgul coming from ahead.
The next second.
Regardless of whether it was the Witch King of Angmar who was at the forefront.
Or the other two Nazgul following closely behind.
At this moment, they all stopped, and then screamed and screamed.
"ah..."
"ah..."
The three Nazgul held their heads and screamed in pain at the same time.
It was a very uncomfortable sound to hear.
This moment became particularly jarring.
Morgan's expression changed as he was not far away, and he immediately reached out and covered his ears.
The scream disappeared quickly.
Morgan's single-target mental attack skill "Psychic Shock" also significantly weakened its attack power because it was split into three.
At the same time, the three Nazgul, who were holding their heads in great pain, quickly returned to normal.
Only this time, facing the humans in front of them, the three Nazgul who had recovered from the "spiritual shock" hesitated.
Quickly pick up the sword weapon that fell on the ground.
The leader, the Witch King of Angmar, began to retreat slowly.
The human in front of him was not only the strength shown by cutting off his own arm before, but also the strange attack ability just now.
All made the Witch King of Angmar realize the extraordinary strength of the human beings in front of him.
Their main task is to hunt down Baggins of the Shire and obtain the master's Supreme Lord of the Rings.
Now that Baggins has run far away, there is no need for him to continue fighting with the humans in front of him.
What's more, the opponent's strange attack just now made him extremely painful.
He didn't want to continue this meaningless battle.
"Walk!"
Thinking of this, the Witch King of Angmar decisively turned around and ran towards the rear.
The two Nazgul on the side immediately followed.
Watching the three Nazgul quickly move away and disappear into the darkness.
Morgan had no intention of catching up.
The Angmar Witch King Ringwraith headed just now showed a powerful ability comparable to the physical immunity of an immortal body.
Morgan felt that he could not kill the opponent with just the sword in his hand.
As for his special skill "Psychic Shock", it may be able to severely damage the opponent, but it is also unlikely to kill the opponent.
Because in his mind's memory of the plot, he seemed to remember that the other party once said that he would not die at the hands of any man.
Regardless of whether this rumor is true or not.
Morgan didn't intend to fight head-on with the opponent.
With the power shown by the Witch King of Angmar, he hit the opponent with countless swords, but it was of no avail.
And the opponent only needs to hit him with one sword.
He would be in danger.
Because he recognized that the slightly shorter black stabbing sword that the other party took out from behind was the extremely evil Devil's Cave Sword that appeared in the memory plot.
Morgan remembered that in the same memory plot, the Witch King of Angmar stabbed Frodo with the Morgul Sword.
The evil of that sword cannot be cured by ordinary medical methods.
In the end, Frodo would not have survived had it not been for the intervention of Eldron, the elf lord of Rivendell who was proficient in medical skills.
Morgan didn't want to continue fighting with the opponent just now.
If the three Nazgul had not retreated just now, he would have been ready to run away.
"call..."
Take a long breath.
Looking at the three Nazgul who had disappeared.
Morgan raised his feet and walked towards the three fallen black horses in front of him.
Soon, he stood in front of the corpse of one of the tall black horses with great interest.
After a quick observation.
Morgan turned and strode forward in the direction where Frodo and Sam, the two hobbits, were escaping.
...
The night grew darker.
In a field of tall and dense crops.
Two short figures were quickly moving through the dense forest of crops that were much taller than they were.
"quick..."
"Frodo!"
"This way!"
Urgent sounds rose and fell.
Two flexible figures walked through the tall corn forest.
These two are naturally Frodo and Sam.
After Morgan blocked the group of black-robed knights chasing behind him.
Frodo and Sam ran forward as fast as they could.
Fortunately, they have lived in this land of Hobbiton for countless years.
They are familiar with every piece of woodland, every hillside, and even every field ridge.
Even if it's pitch dark.
This also prevented the two of them from being caught up by the black knight behind them.
But also because it was dark.
When the two of them left the Hobbiton they were familiar with, they drifted away.
The speed of the two hobbits also slowed down quickly.
"Quick, Frodo..."
In the tall and dense corn forest, Sam, who was leading the way, kept saying.
"Wait, Sam..."
"take a break..."
"I just can't run anymore."
Frodo said weakly and collapsed on the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he gasped for air.
Sam turned around and looked at Frodo behind him. He immediately walked quickly behind and listened, but did not hear any sounds of pursuit.
Sam was relieved and sat down on the ground.
"call..."
"call..."
Sam breathed heavily and wiped beads of sweat from his head.
Then he took out the kettle in his backpack. He didn't drink it himself but handed it to Frodo who was standing aside.
"Gulu gulu..."
Frodo took the kettle and took a few gulps.
Then he handed it to Sam.
Sam then started to drink.
"I wonder how Uncle Morgan is doing now?"
Frodo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and couldn't help but worry: "Is there any danger?"
Sam put down the kettle, wiped the water stains from his mouth, and then said: "Don't worry, Uncle Morgan will be fine..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from far behind.
