Wind and cloud top.
Hua Hua Hua Hua...
The downpour outside was getting heavier.
Below the ruins of huge weathered rock buildings.
A team of six people started today’s dinner.
In such heavy rain weather, it is difficult to find firewood, let alone light a fire.
The six of them laid out blankets against the wall.
Then, they sat side by side on the blanket and started eating dried meat and drinking wine.
Because Morgan from the mobile warehouse is here.
So there was still a lot of drinks and other items left over from the replenishment at Bree's Black Knight Tavern more than a month ago.
On the contrary, there was not much food left.
But don’t worry about food. With Morgan and Aragorn here, hunting will be easy.
It's almost late autumn now.
The weather, which was already feeling cold, became even colder now.
"I really want to drink a bowl of hot soup..."
"I thought so too, but with such heavy rain, the firewood we saw when we came up was already soaked..."
"Hey, Merry, what if Morgan's magic equipment is packed with dry firewood like food? Do you think he would be willing to do it?"
"That's a good suggestion Pippin, why don't you ask?"
"Well, forget it then..."
"How about you go?"
"I suddenly don't want to drink soup..."
"..."
Several little hobbits on the side were chirping quietly.
Morgan sat on the side with a pipe in his mouth, looking at the rain curtain not far away in front of him, thinking secretly in his heart.
In the memory plot, the Hobbit team led by Aragorn was discovered by the chasing Ringwraiths because they secretly raised a fire above Stormtop, and the fire illuminated the darkness.
But Morgan felt at this time that such a huge mountaintop ruin would be difficult to detect even if a small bonfire was raised in the middle.
Because the ruins of Fengyunding are too big.
Of course, it was impossible to light a fire under such heavy rain.
Morgan also doesn't use the dimensional ring space to store firewood like Pippin the Hobbit said.
What he is thinking now is, will the Ringwraiths catch up like in the memory plot?
Also, will Frodo be stabbed by the Witch King of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgul, with the Morgul Sword?
Morgan wasn't sure about the former.
Because in this vast wilderness, if it doesn't rain, you can just find a place to rest.
But if it rains, Fengyunding is the only place in the area where there is something to take shelter from the wind and rain.
If the Ringwraiths happen to catch up here.
With the current weather, there is a real possibility that they might come up and look for it.
As for the latter, will Frodo still be stabbed by the Morgul Sword?
Morgan didn't think it was possible.
Because this time not only Aragorn didn't leave, but he, who was stronger, was also there.
In short, there is a possibility that the Ringwraiths will catch up tonight.
But it shouldn't be big.
The night grew darker.
Several little hobbits nearby purred evenly.
It's still raining heavily outside.
In the darkness, only the spark on Morgan's pipe flickered.
at this time.
The sound of falling rain was suddenly mixed with a hint of other sounds.
Morgan's originally closed eyes immediately opened, and then he listened carefully in the direction of the sound source.
At this time, Morgan could also clearly detect the sudden change in Aragorn's breathing rate not far away.
Obviously, the two people who were not asleep noticed something strange.
"There seems to be some movement?"
Aragorn lowered his voice and spoke.
"Well, there's something in the heavy rain..."
Morgan looked towards the source of the sound to concentrate, and then he heard it.
"It's the sound of horse hooves, something is coming towards the top of the mountain!"
Morgan's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately shouted to the four hobbits: "Quickly, get up, all get up!"
"Frodo, Sam!"
It had been a long time since they left Hobbiton. No matter how sleepy they were, several hobbits had already reacted to waking up immediately after hearing the sound.
"What's wrong?"
"what happened?"
Aragorn pulled out the elf sword from his waist and said, "Of course those monsters are catching up."
"On such a rainy day and such a late night, except for the lingering ghosts of the Ring Spirits."
"I can't think of anyone who would be traveling in the rain at this time."
Morgan nodded and stared in the direction of the entrance to Windtop. After speaking, he looked at the four little hobbits and said immediately: "Frodo, those monsters are afraid of fire. You think of a way to rise..."
Before he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared silently at the entrance.
Holding a long sword, he was tall and shrouded in black robes. Who else could he be than the Nazgul who had been chasing him all the way from Hobbiton?
The first one, the second one, the third one...
Looking at the Nazgul walking out, Morgan counted the heads carefully.
Finally, when the last Nazgul walked out, there were exactly seven.
"Two less than when we started in Hobbiton?"
"Did you get killed by yourself, or did you go somewhere?"
Even though it was dark on the top of the storm, Morgan could clearly see the seven Nazgul appearing in front of him.
The leader was the Witch King of Angmar, the tallest leader of the Ringwraiths whom Morgan had met twice.
Under the dim sky.
The distance is not that far.
At this time, the four hobbits apparently also discovered the terrifying figure approaching in the darkness, and their expressions changed drastically.
"Wow..."
Morgan pulled out the elf sword and watched the Nazgul walking together slowly into the heavy rain.
Soon, Aragorn and Morgan stood together with swords in their hands.
Two against seven!
behind.
Several little hobbits also reacted immediately. Thinking of what Morgan said about making a fire, they immediately looked around.
But there is no dry firewood in the small shelter from the rain.
There is nothing but some withered yellow leaves piled in the corners.
Several hobbits were anxious to get angry.
Ahead, in heavy rain.
Morgan and Aragorn also faced the enemy together for the first time.
"You left me right."
Morgan grinned and looked at the approaching Nazgul before him and spoke.
Aragorn nodded: "Okay!"
As soon as the words fell, the seven ring spirits screamed and rushed forward.
Aragorn rushed to the left Nazgul.
Morgan faced the right side, and the leader of the Nazgul was the Witch King of Angmar.
"Psychic shock!"
Morgan did not hesitate to launch his special skill, and a stream of spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye quickly gathered and condensed into a needle shape and shot towards the Witch King of Angmar who was rushing forward.
At such a distance, the mental attack is extremely fast.
In an instant, the running Witch King of Angmar paused, immediately held his head and screamed.
This time, he was on guard against the sword strike he had made against the human in front of him for the first time, but he failed to notice the move.
Although it was useless even if he was prepared, because he couldn't prevent it.
"ah..."
The Witch King of Angmar held his head in agony and screamed.
Last time, Morgan's mental shock was divided into three and was able to deal with three Nazgul.
One can imagine the power of the Witch King of Angmar who was gathered together this time to deal with the Witch King who was immune to physical attacks.
Although the Witch King of Angmar reacted very quickly, he stopped and held his head before retreating.
But it was still a little late, and Morgan's well-prepared attack had already arrived.
"Dragon Power!"
In an instant, huge energy surged wildly from the body, limbs and bones and poured into his hands.
Morgan quickly rushed forward, holding swords in both hands and slashing at the Witch King of Angmar.
Attacks from the spirit are almost more harmful to spiritual beings than to physical creatures, and are comparable to critical hits.
The Witch King of Angmar covered his extremely painful head with one hand and was about to retreat.
At this time, Morgan's attack followed closely, and the Witch King of Angmar had to hurriedly raise his sword again and block it in front of him.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
The sword in the Witch King of Angmar's hand was instantly chopped away by Morgan, and his entire body was staggered by Morgan's powerful sword.
Morgan swung his sword again, preparing to strike at the head of the Witch King of Angmar.
At this time, the attack of the Nazgul following the Witch King of Angmar also arrived.
Morgan completely cut off the head of the Witch King of Angmar with this sword. He wanted to see if the other party would die.
However, waiting for Morgan is also another sword.
There was no need to choose at this time, Morgan quickly changed his action to a kick.
He stepped forward and kicked the unsteady Witch King of Angmar to the ground. The elf sword in Morgan's hand faced the Nazgul sword coming from beside him.
"boom!"
The two long swords clashed and sparks exploded immediately.
Morgan's strength at this time has reached LV7, and the power of each sword is far beyond that of ordinary people, even if the opponent is a ring spirit.
Higher than the opponent's strength, if the opponent does not have more exquisite skills or other abilities to make up for it.
It will be quickly suppressed, and the opponent will accumulate advantages until it is finally defeated.
This is what the Ringwraith in front of you is like.
The moment the two long swords collided, Morgan knew clearly that the power of the Nazgul in front of him was far inferior to his own.
The incoming ring spirit was immediately knocked back by this sword, and Morgan, who had the upper hand, was about to step forward.
At this time, the attack of the third and fourth Nazgul arrived.
Two long swords came from two different directions.
Morgan immediately gave up the thought of pursuit, waved his hand to split the sword, and dodged the sword sideways.
Then he quickly retreated to avoid the possibility of being surrounded.
There are constant confrontations here.
Not far away there were also fierce battles.
Aragorn was wielding his long sword to deal with the three Nazgul. Although he did not have an advantage, there was no possibility of defeat.
rear.
The four hobbits had gathered all the dry leaves together to make a fire.
But there were too few fallen leaves. The four hobbits knew that Morgan wanted to use fire to attack those monsters, but these fallen leaves were not enough.
These fallen leaves can only be used to start fires, and if burned, they will burn out quickly.
Just when the four of them were anxious to get angry.
Frodo immediately took off his coat.
"Hurry up!"
"Sam, light the fire!"
Seeing Frodo's actions, the other three hobbits reacted immediately.
Sam immediately took out his fire starter and lit up the dry leaves.
The moment the fire was lit, all the Ringwraiths on the battlefield immediately looked over.
"Kill them!"
The Witch King of Angmar, who had recovered from the mental shock, hid behind him and immediately pointed at the four hobbits and shouted.
Soon, two Nazgul left Morgan and Aragorn and walked towards the Hobbit.
"Quick, take off your clothes!"
Frodo held up his coat and lit it on fire, looked up at the two tall Nazgul approaching quickly, and couldn't help shouting: "Uncle Morgan!"
"boom!"
A sword slashed at the chest of the ring spirit in front of him, and the ring spirit was immediately knocked back. However, except for the black robe that was chopped into pieces, there were no other wounds on the opponent's body.
Morgan's sword faced another Nazgul again.
At this time, the Nazgul, who had been knocked back and stood still, rushed forward again without fear of death.
"Bang bang bang..."
On top of the storm, the sound of fierce steel collisions continued to sound.
The rain continued to fall, but no one noticed it at this time.
"Uncle Morgan..."
At this time, Frodo's voice immediately alerted Morgan.
He turned around and saw two Nazgul heading straight towards the four hobbits, and his expression changed.
"Dragon Power!"
In an instant, huge power rushed from the body, limbs and bones to his hands.
Morgan moved his steps, turned around and slashed with his sword.
"Click..."
There was a sudden shrill sound.
The Nazgul rushing from the side were instantly decapitated by Morgan's reflexive slash.
"Bang bang..."
A round object wrapped in a black hood immediately flew up, then fell to the ground with a dull sound, and immediately stopped moving.
At this time, a cold wind blew by, and the hood of the black robe was blown up, revealing a terrifying and dark oval steel helmet underneath.
"boom!"
The tall body of the Nazgul, whose head was severed, immediately fell to the ground.
At this time, Morgan didn't care to analyze whether the Nazgul in front of him was dead or alive.
He turned around and rushed towards the two Nazgul behind him who were rushing towards the four hobbits.
"charge!"
Morgan ran like the wind behind one of the Nazgul.
The Nazgul who were attacked reacted quickly and moved away. When they realized the enemy was coming from behind, they immediately turned around.
But Morgan had already used the huge inertia of the charge to jump up, and suddenly slashed down with the sword in both hands.
"Kakakaka..."
The elf sword slashed all the way down the Nazgul's shoulder, immediately causing a large amount of sparks.
Although Morgan was powerful at this time, the armor on the Ring Spirits that was specially built to accept the Ring Soul bodies was too hard.
Morgan can cut off the relatively thin arms of a Nazgul with one strike.
But if you want to break through the armor of the Nazgul, you can only do it with the blessing of the special skill "Dragon Power".
Just like the ring spirit in front of him, he was knocked straight to the ground by Morgan's sword, and his chest was still unscathed.
"ah..."
At this time, another ring spirit screamed and rushed forward with a long sword.
Morgan immediately turned sideways to avoid the sword, and at the same time moved quickly behind the opponent, slashing the sword on the back of the incoming Nazgul.
"boom!"
Although it couldn't really hurt the opponent at all, this sword immediately killed the Nazgul and almost knocked him to pieces.
At this time, the Nazgul, who had been knocked down before, stood up again.
Morgan ignored it and headed straight for the bonfire that the four little hobbits had lit with their coats.
Quickly rushing to the fire, two slender torches wrapped in oil-stained cloth appeared out of thin air in Morgan's hands.
Because I realized the usefulness of fire against the Ringwraiths last time at the Ferry of Balco.
These are two torches that he bought at the Black Knight Tavern in Bree a month ago, just to prevent this situation from happening today.
"Bang bang..."
The torch wrapped in oil-stained cloth burst into flames the moment it touched the flame.
The two torches were quickly lit.
At this time, the two Nazgul charged at them again brandishing their swords.
Morgan held a sword in one hand to block the attack of the Nazgul, and held two torches in the other hand and immediately stabbed the Nazgul in front of him.
"Wow..."
The robes worn by the Nazgul are really unusual. Even if they are wet, Morgan can still wear them easily.
"ah..."
The Nazgul whose robes were set on fire immediately shrieked and retreated, while frantically trying to take off their robes.
When he finally took off his robe with force.
The other Nazgul attacking Morgan was also ignited, and then the pain monster screamed and retreated quickly.
"Aragorn!"
The two Nazgul were repelled, and Morgan immediately roared and threw a torch in his hand towards the besieged Aragorn.
He held a sword in one hand and a torch in the other to face the ring spirit that was attacking again.
ten minutes later.
The wind stopped raining at the top of the storm.
On wide ground.
The Nazgul disappeared.
Only Morgan and Aragorn were left standing in front of the entrance, holding torches and breathing heavily.
