The spirits of the world cast three rings,
The underground dwarves receive seven precepts;
Mortals who live a long life uphold the nine precepts,
Shadows lurk in the demonic realm of Mordor,
The Demon King is sitting on the Supreme Ring.
These lines are familiar to almost all movie and book fans who are familiar with the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Around 1500 of the Second Era, Sauron transformed into Anata, meaning Lord of Gifts. He successfully deceived Eregion's lord Celebrimbor and the elf craftsmen into forging 19 rings of power, and then secretly went to Mount Doom forged the One Ring, the ring that unified all powers.
It turned out that the deceived elf immediately took off three elf rings, which are also known as Naya, the fire ring, Nanya, the water ring, and Weiya, the air ring.
Because these three rings were forged later, they were not contaminated by Sauron.
But even so, the three elven rings will still be controlled by the Supreme Lord of the Rings.
The dwarves and humans who were awarded the Ring of Power were not so lucky.
Rumor has it that the seven dwarf kingdoms were all built on a ring of power. These rings made them richer and more powerful. Therefore, gradually, the dwarves became greedy and unsatisfied. They blindly dug for treasures in the mountains. The treasure doesn't care about the outside world at all.
However, due to their stubborn nature and lack of adaptability, the dwarves were not able to completely become Sauron's minions, but they also became extremely greedy.
As for the mortals of Shouting, the influence of the Lord of the Rings is even greater.
All the former kings have become Sauron's lackeys, enslaved and driven, and will never be able to escape.
ah.
The reason why I mentioned these words and the events of the past is because, without a doubt, the nine people approaching me were shrouded in shadow, with nothing between the hoods on their heads, and their hands and feet were all wearing iron armor. , the terrifying knight with the magic sword on his waist is the nine ancient human kings who were imprisoned and enslaved by Sauron.
Because of wearing the Ring of Power for many years. After death, these former human kings became like ghosts.
They travel through the underworld and have no form. If they need to appear, these Nazgûl need their master to provide external material attachment.
Usually a black broken cloak and armor.
Therefore, ordinary physical damage has no effect on them.
But also because of this.
Their every move in the world must be reflected by the cloak and armor they wear.
In short, they are unkillable.
But damaging their cloaks can render them incorporeal, making them unable to manifest in the physical world.
Nazgûl is Sauron's servant, and he is Sauron's eyes, ears and touch. What they know and feel is also what Sauron knows and feels.
so.
Sauron.
Has one of the bosses behind the turmoil in Zhongzhou finally appeared in front of him?
The fire-like impulse in his heart made Dragon Byrne fearless at this moment. He clenched the warhammer and shield in his hands, his golden vertical pupils shone with excitement, and the dragon's blood in his body was like magma. It was boiling, and the breath he exhaled was hot and had a trace of white smoke.
Even though Nazgûl had never seen the Dragonborn, the golden vertical pupils in the eyes of the person in front of him were so shocking.
Not to mention.
The Dragonborn's majestic body like a god and the incomparable Western Holy Spirit under his crotch are so conspicuous.
So after just a quick look, these minions of darkness chose their target.
"You must die."
The Nazgul at the head's voice was hoarse and sharp, as if it came from the void, and like a shriveled ancient corpse that hadn't spoken for a thousand years. It was harsh and had a cold aura.
Almost all the dwarves and Dúnedain rangers who heard the voice of the Nazgul shuddered and looked horrified.
Thorin felt as if the blood in his body was about to solidify. "What kind of monsters are these?"
Dwalin was beside him, trembling and speechless.
Many people present did not recognize the Nazgul, but they were all shocked by the evil aura on their bodies.
Only some elves and Gandalf looked at the steep rock wall on the right in surprise.
"How can this be?!"
One of Gandalf's inner conjectures was confirmed, but he still felt a little unbelievable: "Their master should have been eliminated long ago. Why did he resurrect the Holy White Council without receiving any warning?"
Fenna looked at the tall figure with worried eyes.
Because the elf team still needs her to lead, and their battlefield is on a high cliff, neither the elf nor the wizard can come forward to help.
"Your master's era has long passed. You are just the remnants of the past that have been abandoned and forgotten by the times! How dare you speak such arrogant words!"
Nahal felt the dark and disgusting rotting aura of the enemy, and kicked his horse's hoof in disgust, and the sacred light of Valinor suddenly burst out.
The black demonic beast under the Nine Riders' crotch screamed in shock and did not dare to step forward.
The light dispersed the shadows of the underworld, burning their little reason, causing them to scream in pain.
The voice was so evil and shrill that the coalition almost wavered.
"You idiots, don't just stand there!"
The figure of the gray-robed wizard rushed out from the mountain road. He held his staff high, and a dazzling light suddenly lit up from the gem on it, almost covering the sun in the sky - that was the power of Naya, the Ring of Fire. , it can always give people hope in the darkest times.
"This is a war where you die or I live. Take courage and let them taste the swords and axes of dwarves and humans!"
The wizard's voice sounded like thunder over the battlefield, and his figure became extremely tall, majestic like a high king.
He waved the staff in his hand, and the dazzling light turned into a thunderbolt, hitting the orcs on the city wall hard, turning at least a few dozen orcs into a ball of charcoal.
The stench of burning suddenly filled the battlefield.
Thorin and Arathorn were instantly inspired, and their hearts, drowned by the Nazgûl's shrill screams, became inspired again.
More than two hundred dwarf guards quickly rushed out of the mountain road. Some of them carried ladders made by elven craftsmen, and some put up shields to form protection.
Then more dwarves and tall Dúnedain rushed out from the mountain path.
The elves followed closely behind.
The firstborn sons and daughters continued to bend their bows and shoot arrows without stopping as they marched, accurately hitting every orc who dared to show their head.
They caused more than twice as much damage as the dwarves and Dúnedain combined.
The blasphemer Azog was suppressed to the point where he didn't even dare to show his face.
at the same time.
The battle between the Dragonborn and the Nazgûl entered a fevered stage almost from the beginning.
The Witch-King of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgul, took the lead in attacking the enemy.
He is the most powerful of the nine Black Knights.
In his hands, various evil magical auras and curses kept lighting up, but they had no effect on the black-haired dragonborn.
Because Eru Ilúvatar had blessed him, anything he hated or disliked could not harm the Dragonborn.
And the existence of Nazgûl, which was distorted and not a natural creation, was exactly what Yiru didn't like.
As a result, the attacks from the Ringwraiths were like mud pouring into the sea. No matter how much they urged and screamed, they still could not touch a piece of Dragon Byrne's sleeve.
On the contrary, Dragon Byrne exuded an extremely holy light. This light is so dazzling that it is even more sacred than the Light of Valinor on Nahal.
In this radiance, the Dragonborn's figure seemed to become extremely huge and majestic, as if a god was looking down on all living beings.
These twisted existences are shaken.
The spiritual consciousness hidden in the hood was constantly trembling.
They kept shouting the name of their evil master in their hearts, hoping to get strength and courage from him.
But unfortunately, their master recognized the blessing from Ilúvatar in the dragonborn earlier than they did. He was so frightened that he immediately disconnected from his slaves and hid in the deepest cave of the earth, afraid Have to tremble.
This almost changed the history of Middle-earth as we know it.
It was not until Sauron discovered that the Dragonborn could not sense his position and was distracted by other trivial matters that the Dark Lord appeared again.
Nahar, who is also Maiya, understands this quite well.
Praise be to the most holy Ilúvatar!
This proud and holy beautiful creature hissed, and the light of Valinor from the Western Holy Land of Aman suddenly erupted, interrupting all the Nine Knights' offensive.
Knowing how to fight in martial arts, he would never be a match for these old monsters.
Moreover, physical damage in the ordinary sense has no effect on the Nazgul, so the dragonborn opened his mouth in cooperation with a surging dragon flame.
The leader, the Witch King of Angmar, quickly drew out the magic sword from his waist without even thinking about it, and hoarsely shouted an extremely evil spell.
The terrifying torrent of flames split into two and rushed past him.
But because of this, at least three weaker Nazgul were swallowed up by this dragon flame containing astonishing magic power.
The black cloaks and hoods on their bodies lasted for two or three breaths under the dragon's flames, and then turned into a black smoke and disappeared into the void.
And the shrill screams they made when they disappeared made the nearly 20,000 elves, humans, dwarves, and orcs on the battlefield shudder, and huge terror came to their hearts.
However, when the coalition forces saw that their own commander had eliminated this group of evil beings, they suddenly became excited again.
Thorin Oakenshield held a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other, and climbed a ladder himself.
Then he jumped onto the walls of Karndum.
"Azog!"
The dwarf prince shouted angrily, and the hatred between the country and the family broke out at this moment.
He smashed the head of an ugly orc with a hammer, protected himself with a shield in one hand, and started killing crazily in the crowd, looking for the pale orc.
But the pale orc hid cunningly.
The powerful black knight was restrained by the Dragonborn, and the coalition forces began to attack the city again. The battle situation was in danger. Azog felt that entangled with the dwarf scum of the Turin royal family at this moment was not the right approach.
So it secretly hid in the dark, just constantly dispatching troops and generals, trying to push back the coalition forces that rushed up the city wall.
At this time, behind Thorin, more human rangers and dwarves rushed up.
Arathorn and Halbarad both ascended the city.
They waved their swords bravely, repelling batch after batch of orcs.
The success allowed the coalition forces to gain a foothold on this section of the city wall.
This left Dragon Byrne shaken.
At this moment, the original oath was like a double-edged sword. After giving him endless courage and strength, it finally cut himself.
The torrent of angry flames stopped, and Dragon Byrne turned his head to look in the direction of the Karndum city wall.
This gave the Witch-King of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgûl, an opportunity.
He let out a shrill scream.
Deep in the depths of Karn Dum, an evil force is awakened.
A pair of eyes with an unusually cold glimmer lit up. They burst out of the coffins that bound them with joy, and emerged from the darkness like ghosts.
These terrifying monsters have low, stiff and gloomy voices, their hands are as cold as iron, but they have no body. Their hair is disheveled, like tall black shadows, but they are not afraid of the sun in the sky.
They swarmed up the city wall like a tide, so frightened that the orcs themselves even retreated.
They are wights, evil spirits that possess corpses.
Ordinary swords have no effect on them at all, but the breath of death lingers around them.
A dwarf gave these monsters an ax in horror, but was caught by the corpse monster's sharp claws that were stronger than fine steel. Then, the long hair on the corpse monster's head wrapped around his ankles and pulled him down violently.
Immediately, more corpse demons swarmed up and tore the poor dwarf into pieces alive.
There are many such scenes.
The sharp blades of dwarves and humans slashed at the bodies of these monsters as if they were slashing on broken leather, unable to cause any harm to these monsters at all.
So soon, Thorin and others who had climbed to the top of the city were suppressed in a small area again, and they were about to lose their hold.
"Why is this expedition always so troubled? First Azog, then the ghost, and now the terrifying black knight and these evil shadow monsters have also appeared! Okay, okay, Turin’s beard is on top!”
Thorin tightened his grip on the warhammer and shield in his hands, and a tragic feeling of death surged into his heart.
"Come on, everyone, today is the day of complete reckoning! But the dwarves never back down, because we will never let our ancestors lose their reputation!"
The dwarf prince's eyes were filled with rage. He bravely rushed towards more orcs and the terrifying corpse demon, shouting for a fierce battle. His cousin Dwalin followed closely behind him, but in the end, more orcs dodge cowardly. , did not dare to stand in front of the angry dwarf prince.
The corpse demons were also shocked by the courage of Thorin Oakenshield for a while. They lingered around the dwarf prince, roaring non-stop, neither attacking nor retreating.
"We can't deal with these monsters."
Arathon burst in, holding the royal sword of Arnor, and stood back to back with Thorin.
"We need wizards."
he shouted.
"Gandalf! Gandalf!"
"Can't you just let me feel at ease for a while? I don't have three heads and six arms!" The muscular figure of the gray-robed wizard climbed up from under the city wall, waving his long sword and cane to repel all the orcs and corpse monsters around him.
"Have I not solved enough problems for humans and dwarves? I don't even have time to take care of my beard!"
The wizard raised his staff high, and the dazzling white light lit up again, illuminating the city of Karndum like a beach beneath the dawn.
Then Gandalf slammed his staff down.
The dazzling white light turned into a white flame and swept across the city of Karndum in an instant, blowing down all the orcs like a tide and turning no less than dozens of unclean corpse demons into ashes.
But Arasorn and Thorin still had solemn expressions.
Because, more corpse monsters are coming up.
"We need to retreat!"
The gray-robed wizard said sternly: "Okrianm, put down the anger in your heart and look behind you. We can't deal with so many enemies!"
Dragon Byrne saw the wizard, the dwarf prince and Arathorn fleeing from the city wall in embarrassment.
A large number of terrifying monsters rushed down from the top of the city, pouring into humans, dwarves and elves like a tide. Together with the orcs on the city wall, the coalition forces began to suffer a large number of casualties.
He even saw several monsters rushing towards the female chef.
Although he was quickly eliminated by Fenna, who possessed the divine bow Galadlans forged by the elves in the First Era, it still made his heart skip a beat.
So, finally, the fire in Dragon Byrne's heart was extinguished a lot.
But at the same time.
The extremely powerful dragon heart in his body beat crazily.
He took a deep breath.
Roar.
An unprecedented torrent of flames, mixed with thunderous roars, suddenly erupted on the battlefield.
The Witch King of Angmar and the other three Nazgûl fled from the battlefield in a panic as they saw that the situation was not going well.
But even so, two Nazgûl still couldn't escape and were taken away by the angry dragonborn. As a result, their mounts and bodies were completely destroyed.
Then the torrent of extremely hot flames swept across the entire battlefield from top to bottom.
Burn all the corpse monsters that want to pursue you!
