On the edge of the Misty Mountains, a group of people successfully stepped out of this majestic mountain range stretching for thousands of kilometers and sat around a stream to repair.
It took nearly four days to pass through the mines of Moria. The Fellowship of the Ring was on tenterhooks in the Orcs' lair. Finally, they were attacked by a Balrog. At this time, they were exhausted.
Even though they knew that they would probably be besieged by orcs after dark, they still stopped because they were too tired and needed to take a break to regain their energy. By the way... they had to bury a pot and make a meal. After all, food is the most important thing for the people. If you don’t eat enough, you won’t have the energy to run.
"Is this the flesh on the Balrog's body? I mean, this creature actually has flesh?" Legolas' eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's hard to imagine what Balrog tastes like."
"We should be the first people in Middle-earth to eat Balrogs. This is enough for me to brag about for a lifetime." The dwarf warrior Gimli said with a smile.
"Only the wings and tail have some skin on them. Wait a minute. The skin is a bit old and needs to be simmered for a while." Russell stood beside the cauldron, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped off the Balrog's wings with an Adamantium alloy knife. Chicken rack.
As the chicken rack was lowered into the pot, everyone who was originally weak quickly gathered around the iron pot with small bowls in their hands. As the aroma of the meat spread, they took a deep breath, showing signs of intoxication, and their mouths secreted saliva like crazy.
He is worthy of being a demon from the abyss. He has a different price and smells better than an octopus!
"Guys, we are in for a treat. This is the Balrog. Not everyone can eat it."
"You're right, Russell and Gandalf are still better!"
A group of people huddled around the pot, staring eagerly at the rolling red oil, their saliva flowing like a river.
"I'll try to see if it's poisonous first..."
Russell fished out the skeleton and gnawed on it. He had been looking forward to the Balrog for a long time. After all, no matter how depraved the Balrog was, he was still a sub-god during his lifetime, and he must be different from those coquettish people.
Speaking of the race of Maya, they existed before the creation of the world, and their relationship with the Lord God is a bit complicated. It's not just a superior-subordinate relationship. Servants, students, and assistants are all on the side. Some powerful Maia are even more powerful than the Lord God.
This is indeed the case. Russell was chewing on Balrog's skeleton and felt that it was chewy because of the many tendons. The system immediately determined that his two major attributes of 'body' and 'strength' had increased, and the specific data on the character panel each increased by 4. point.
Russell's eyebrows were smiling, and he waved his hand to indicate that he should eat. Everyone cheered, and they grabbed it and gnawed it, regardless of the boiling oil in the iron pot.
"God, I feel stronger..."
"It's so good, I like to eat it the most!"
"..."
The group of people were eating and laughing, but Gandalf was sitting silently by the stream. His sad expression seemed to be in memory of the unlucky Balrog, but in fact, he was just troubled because he wanted to eat but couldn't.
Balrog is Maia, and even if the body dies, the soul is still alive. However, because he was on the wrong side, as a subordinate of Morgoth, the Balrog's soul would not be forgiven and wandered around Middle-earth all day long until it finally dissipated.
That is the so-called lonely ghost!
"Gandalf, I left this specially for you, try how it tastes!"
Russell grabbed a chicken stand and came to Gandalf's side. The latter's face twitched, and he turned sideways and refused to face Russell: "No, I was tired from beating just now, and I have no appetite now."
"Are you sure?" Russell placed the chicken rack in front of Gandalf.
The aroma was so fragrant that Gandalf felt his index finger twitching, and the gluttons in his stomach were aroused. But when he thought that everyone was of the same race, he suddenly stopped. He would not eat the Balrog, not even if he was forced to eat it!
Russell chuckled and stuffed the chicken rack into Gandalf's mouth. The latter was furious and immediately resisted. The two grabbed the chicken rack and started wrestling in mid-air.
After a while, Gandalf was old and weak, and Russell forced the chicken rack into his mouth.
Russell: "..."
Fart, he obviously grabbed my hand and forced it into his mouth, but I couldn't even pull it back!
After eating a mouthful of Balrog meat, Gandalf smiled with joy, but soon turned into grief, and began to howl and cry. He was a mature Maia, and he always did the whole show.
After a while, Gandalf couldn't laugh anymore. I don't know why. Russell and the others were fine after eating the Balrog, and their physiques were strengthened. Only his belly felt like fire, a mouthful of black smoke spurted out, and his eyes were crooked and his mouth was crooked. He fell to the ground unconscious.
Russell was shocked. He put his fingertips on Gandalf's neck and found that his pulse changed to a straight line in seconds. Gandalf... was dead!
It couldn't be said that he was really dead. A golden light was born from the void and wrapped around Gandalf's body. The golden silk threads were entangled, as soft as water, and contained terrifying energy. They wrapped Gandalf into a silkworm chrysalis and integrated into his body little by little, strengthening his seemingly aging body.
Russell: "..."
He stared blankly at the chicken rack in his hand, screaming MMP in his heart. This shameless scene made him understand a truth.
If God wants to cheat on you, any reason will do.
There was no reason to make up a hard cover. Even if Russell didn't give him chicken wings, he might take a step later and he would burp after a fall due to osteoporosis.
"So... great!"
Russell sighed with emotion. He wanted to say that it was too shameless, but he had God in mind and decided to change his mind to blessing Gandalf.
The rest of the Fellowship of the Ring had eaten and drank enough. When they noticed something strange about Gandalf, they all came over to watch. They were so worried that they weren't too worried. Gandalf didn't look like a bad thing at all.
"Put Gandalf on the horse, let's go..." Russell looked at everyone with a dark look on his face: "Where are we going next?"
"Lothlorien!"
Aragorn and Legolas said in unison, in a peaceful and beautiful place, lived the 'Queen of Magic' Galadriel and her husband Celeborn, two elven bosses.
"Come on, let's go to Lothlorien."
Russell still looked unhappy. Gandalf would be wearing white robes when he woke up. This was too blatant. In fact, he should have known that things would turn out like this. Gandalf's promotion to the white robe was an inevitable and destined result.
To put it simply, the superior leaders were dissatisfied with what Saruman the White Robe did and deprived him of his white robe identity as the leader of the five wizards. They gave Gandalf a trick to increase his strength, replaced Saruman's position, and guided the people of Middle-earth. Destroy Sauron.
"Lothlorien, that's really not a good place. I heard that there is an elf witch living there. As long as she takes a look at it, our souls will no longer belong to her."
The dwarf warrior Gimli complained that elves and dwarves are incompatible with each other. In the dwarves' world view, the magic queen is a magic witch and belongs to the evil camp.
"Huh, when you see the lord's wife, you won't think so." Legolas snorted coldly. Galadriel has a very high reputation among the elves. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a full-fledged idol.
Hearing the quarrel between the two, Russell was kicked in the foot. If I remember correctly, this magic queen was on the verge of going dark recently. But when I think about it, what does this have to do with him? Even if Galadriel turns black, her target is still the Lord of the Rings, directed at Frodo.
Besides, he was only half darkened, and in the end he relied on willpower to survive, and he was still the same magical white.
Thinking of this, Russell made up his mind and patted Gandalf on Nightmare's back. With Galadriel's 'concubine' here, this trip would be safe at most.
