At that time, Turka saw the terrifying spider, and a vague realization came to his heart. But he could no longer think too much about this situation. He opened his mouth and spit out the most magnificent dragon flame so far. The blazing fire even illuminated the cave into daylight. Countless Ugoliant's descendants were roasted into a ball of fire in the flames. Only the largest monster jumped out of the flames. out.
She breathed out black mist to compete with Turka's flames. It was the power of their clan. Even the bravest firstborns would be lost in this darkness.
But she shouldn't forget that there were two young dragonborn beside the Silver King. The noise of the battle inspired their passion and pride. Like their father, they had two flames as bright as the sun when they opened their mouths. And Nahal also used up its strength and let out a loud hiss.
Then, the darkness retreated, and the power from the light illuminated Utumno.
Ugoliant's messenger made a shrill hoarse sound. In her entire long evil life, she had never even dreamed of such intense pain. She is the son of the devil, and among her clan, there are not many who are more noble than her. And she also used her naturally evil mind and cunning actions to escape from Ugoliant's mouth. Her name has not been spread in Middle-earth, just because she was born in the dark continent in the south.
She was ordered to travel to Middle-earth, secretly plotting some evil plan.
But the radiance of Jarion and Tirion in the sky made her uneasy and frightened. They were great things that had never been seen in the dark continent. All the descendants of Ugoliant were afraid of them. And Manwë's gaze also made her extremely frightened. The Great Eagle always patrols the land under the orders of the King of Arda and informs the powerful men of the west about everything that happens on this land blessed by the gods, so even though her heart is full of thoughts about the creatures on this continent. Hatred and thirst, but in the end he could only hide in the devil's cave built by Morgoth in ancient times, roaring and cursing angrily in the darkness, wasting a lot of time.
Now, the Central Continent coalition led by Turka is united and vows to overthrow the darkness. She can only fight in person. But she still underestimated the dragonborn's power. Facing the attacks of Turka, Aratu, and Nolatu, she trembled all over, raised her body again, broke away from the source of the stinging pain, and shrank her legs and feet spasmodically. Down, he jumped back violently.
Turka heard a distant but clear voice: That was what Eru Ilúvatar said to him when he was given a form in the realm of emptiness, covered with the most holy light. In the long river of time, only he had the time. The noble Ainur were able to hear the voice of their Creator. His mouth and tongue immediately broke free:
"A Eru! Ilúvatar!
o menel palan-diriel,
Le nallon sí di'nguruthos!
A tiro nin, Fanuilos!”
It is said that at that moment, the king's eyes were like Valar's, shining brightly; his voice was divine and majestic; he was holding the spear and sword of the High King, and he was tall; he was the most powerful mortal in the world, but compared to gods.
He jumped up and came to the fallen god, "You dirty silverfish, this world is no place for you. Go back to the darkness, return to the evil place that belongs to you and your master." Turka raised his sword and cut off the left one of the first two of the messenger's eight chelicerae.
The monster hissed horribly in pain, and she raised her right steel gun-like forelimb in an attempt to stab Turka to death. But Turka stabbed her with the Spear of Aegros, piercing her jaw fiercely. Nolatu took the opportunity to rush up and cut off her right forelimb.
Aratu was as dexterous as a deer in the mountain stream. He pressed his left hand on the monster's third chelicerae, turned over and jumped on her back. The elf sword Alan in his hand was turned upside down, and he stabbed into the monster's back with his left hand. It was inserted into the back of the neck like a short rod, and then pulled horizontally, slicing half of her neck open.
The messenger let out a dying scream, then fell down, and died in the hands of Turka and his two sons: the moment the huge spider monster fell, all the darkness originating from her immediately disappeared. He left the crypt, and the light gradually illuminated this place. All the spider monsters screamed, turned and fled, heading into the dark tunnels and caves from whence they came. Some of them were drilled so deep that the Central Continent Alliance forces couldn't even find them. They lurk and hide deep in the earth's core, and continue to do evil long afterward.
Turka pulled the Spear of Aegros out of the monster's ugly and disgusting head and looked at his sons with relief.
"The young eagle's wings are full, and it's time for them to fly high." He said: "I am proud of you, my sons." But at the same time, he also looked at the fallen spider monster and frowned: " This is not a monster that should exist in Middle-earth.”
"I smell the scent of Ungweliantë in her," Nahar said. "Apparently not. This is not good news for the mortal world or the Blessed Land."
"But I thought that monster was dead." Olofenwei walked over, and the originally exquisite silver armor was covered with dirty black blood. But his eyes were still cold, and the sword in his hand was shining brightly in the dark cave. That was Aulë's blessing, and from that time on, all the weapons made by the elves in the West lit up when they encountered spiders, just like the weapons made by the elves in Gondolin when they encountered orcs. of Blu-ray.
"Obviously not." Nahar said, the golden horse's hooves stepped heavily on the dirty ground, emitting a little light, "This is not good news for the mortal world and the blessed land. Maybe we should return Velima, report all this to the great king."
Turka was silent for a moment and then spoke, "Maybe. But let's end this first."
Aratu, Noratu, Nahar, Olofenwe, and the remaining Teleri elves all bowed their heads.
And in another place.
Aragorn and Legolas also stormed into the depths of Utumno. All the orcs, trolls, and numerous wolves that fled here were all beheaded under the attacks of humans, dwarves, and elves. It was also at that time that Aragorn formed a deep friendship with Legolas and the dwarf Gimli.
Finally, they met the blue-robed wizard Alatar in a cave.
At that time, Eonwe stepped forward and fought with the fallen wizard. That battle was also extremely dangerous. But in the end, with the help of Aragorn, Legolas and the dwarf Gimli, Manwe's messengers knocked Alatar to the ground and tied him with iron chains.
"You have failed, as Sauron and Saruman did," said Eonwë. "For your crimes you will be judged in Valimar."
At that time, the fallen Istar looked at the messenger of Manwe with vicious and resentful eyes, and sneered, "Let's see, who will be judged in the end."
"Evil!" Gimli gritted his teeth after hearing this. This brave dwarf was almost the only dwarf in the long years who dared to scold the fallen Holy Spirit who was the same race as the mighty ones. "The dwarves of Turin will never forget the people under the Lonely Mountain. Blood! May your body be forever burned by the fire of the sun! May your soul forever fall into the boundless darkness!"
Alatar immediately stared at him with ferocious eyes and said a frightening curse: He cursed that the Turin dwarves would walk alone in the cold wind and sorrow forever, until their entire family became like tiny little dwarves. A meaningless death like an ant.
"This will not come true!" Aragorn said loudly without fear of the terrifying gaze of the blue-robed wizard: "Because you have lost the power to cause trouble, and the light will always shine on this continent. Humans and dwarves will help each other. Love, they will protect this continent together, regardless of each other."
Legolas also said: "So are the woodland elves."
Gimli was greatly moved.
