Boom! ! !
Dark clouds were pressing overhead, a cold cyclone was blowing, and the downpour was gradually decreasing in intensity. In the muddy valley, trickles of water converged into low-lying areas, flooding the culverts.
Russell stepped on the water and fought fiercely with the three Nazgul. No one noticed that the raindrops fell slower and slower, floating quietly in the low altitude.
In the flowing culvert, the water reaches a low point and then becomes still, as if gravity comes from the sky, slowly floating up drop by drop.
Of the three Ringwraiths, two entangled Russell, one of them swooped down with a flying dragon, and used a magic sword to freeze the water where Russell was standing into an ice lump.
Russell turned over and jumped. The raindrops in front of him condensed into a flat surface. He raised his feet and stepped on it, feeling as if he was walking on flat ground in mid-air.
A waterspout rose, blocking the way of the flying dragon. The Ringwraith was about to wave its long sword to freeze it. From the corner of his eye, he saw Russell flying through the air. He hurriedly swung the chain and controlled the flying dragon to rise high.
Although I don’t know what Russell wants to do, there is nothing wrong with staying away from him!
A stream of water rolled up, and Russell rushed high into the sky like a cannonball. When it crossed with the flying dragon, the peerless blade flashed and cut off the left wing of the flying dragon.
The latter screamed, spinning and falling from a high altitude.
The Nazgul raised his hand and patted the flying dragon on its back. It floated gently as if it was weightless and landed on the back of the other flying dragon.
Russell stepped on the water and looked at the flying dragon falling to the ground. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He had obtained the ingredients he had coveted for a long time, and it was time to put an end to this battle.
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Two flying dragons circled around Russell. They wanted to get closer but were afraid that Russell would cut off the dragon's wings. The Nazgul had long wanted to retreat, and now it became more obvious.
Moreover, the three Ringwraiths sensed the aura of conspiracy, and Russell's several attacks were slow and not at all aggressive like at the beginning.
If Russell's magic power was insufficient, the Ringwraiths would never believe it. Russell's several attacks were all tempting them, more like delaying time.
retreat!
The three Nazgul looked at each other and all had the same idea. Dang Duan continued to be disturbed by it and drove the flying dragon to fly towards the direction of Essinger's army.
Boom! ! !
The accumulated water in the valley rises into the sky, gathering bit by bit, and the boiling wave rushes to the top of the valley in one breath, turning into a towering water wall.
The Nazgul's heart trembled, and the wall of water in front of them bent and roared towards them.
The Nazgul did not dare to gamble with the life of the flying dragon. The tide was coming fiercely, and if not drowned, it would be beaten to pieces. He decisively turned around and flew back, but when he turned around, he was also hit by a huge wave.
Russell diverted all the rainwater from the valley, and the water wall compressed in mid-air and became thicker and thicker. However, it did not directly hit the flying dragon, but was like a pair of big hands clasping together, wrapping it into a giant sphere.
The water on the surface of the sphere surged, and the Nazgul thrust their swords into it. The frozen frost was shattered by the high-speed water flow, and the effect was minimal unless they could freeze the entire water sphere.
One of the Ringwraiths rushed into it on a rotten flying dragon, but as soon as the dragon's head penetrated, it was washed into a skeleton by the high-speed water. The Ringwraith jumped lightly and came to the two companions. The three of them were stepping on a flying dragon, with men on the left and right. It seemed quite crowded for a while.
The three of them were kings during their lifetimes, so they were used to this kind of thing. They looked at each other and discussed how to escape.
They are immortal and are not afraid of death, but the army of Mordor came out in full force and launched a full-scale attack on Gondor. The Eye of Sauron aimed at the capital of Gondor. The strength of their resurrection in place will be slightly reduced, and returning to their birthplace of Mordor to resurrect will affect the strategic layout of Helm's Deep.
Ever since, it has become a real dilemma!
The kind-hearted Russell did not let the Nazgul get too entangled. A gap appeared above the giant water ball, and he floated in mid-air by stepping on the water flow.
The ominous premonition became more and more intense, and the Nazgul launched a decisive charge, with three long swords crossed, shooting out a bone-chilling cold air.
Boom! !
The strong light frightened the flying dragon and did not dare to move forward. The cold air was annihilated by the thunder. The Nazgul felt something in their hearts and raised their heads to look at the sky.
The rain outside has stopped, but the dark clouds have not dispersed. The Razer quickly walked out of the darkness, erupted with a loud rumble, and kept falling on Russell.
Russell's whole body was wrapped in thick thunder slurry, and the jumping flash of light stirred up the surrounding airflow to fly wildly, and a faint white arc could be seen wandering and dissipating.
Sensing that the terrifying energy was accumulating, the Ring Spirit could not get close and dispersed, so it had to send out a black mist to defend itself. In an instant, a strong light flashed through the water ball, illuminating the night sky like daylight.
The Nazgul looked at the intact body in surprise. It didn't explode?
Immediately afterwards, they saw a horrifying scene. The surroundings were completely white, and blue eyes opened one by one. Hundreds of silver-white giant wolves were wrapped in layers outside the black mist, surrounding them.
Ring Spirit: "..."
The dazzling light bloomed again, and the Nazgul knew nothing about it next...
boom! boom! boom! boom----
The roaring explosions continued one after another, the thunder raged, and the sky filled with extremely intense white light. The huge white ball expanded and expanded, unable to suppress the terrifying energy in the center, and exploded with a bang.
Boom! !
The flickering light rushed outward, illuminating the night again, and the clouds in the sky dispersed.
Russell stepped on the current, and dealing with the Nazgul was the first step. Next, he had to give the Essinger coalition another hard blow.
The water all over the sky rolled up again, forming a tsunami-like water wall. Most of this rainwater would be gone if it was not used today, but it would disappear tomorrow. Based on the principle of shameful waste, Russell waved his hand and gave it all to the orc army coming from afar.
The valley was trembling, the waves were roaring, and thousands of horses were rolling down in unison, with a sound that shook the sky!
"It's a pity that the rain has lightened up after all."
Russell landed on the ground in a daze. Regardless of the casualties of the orcs, he was eager to return to the Horn Castle for a meal. Suddenly, a scene of the old man trading his shield for the wooden board in the child's hand appeared in his mind. He subconsciously stopped and inserted the peerless blade into the ground with his backhand.
"Oh, damn old man, it would be nice if you didn't give it to him..."
Speaking of this, Russell shook his head slightly, but he didn't see any movement. The gurgling stream condensed into a big hand, grabbed the dragon and threw it beside the wall of the Horn Castle.
This flying dragon lost half of its wings. It fell from a high altitude and suffered internal injuries. It was also caught in the aftermath of the thunderous explosion and was barely hanging on with only one breath left. He was pinched and thrown by big hands, and he immediately kicked off his feet, refusing to rest in peace.
Russell sat down on the orc's body and muttered to himself: "I'm just not cruel enough, so I ended up blowing the cold wind alone in the middle of the night. This is far worse than Gandalf!"
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Fort Horn!
Théoden sat in the high tower and looked at the flying dragon appearing beside the city wall with a puzzled look on his face.
"Legolas, what does Wizard Russell mean?"
Legolas swallowed and said concisely: "Eat!"
Théoden: "..."
Sorry, can you speak human language? I didn’t understand the Elvish language just now!
