"Despicable, shameless, shameless, and flattering..."
While Russell was reading, he looked at Gandalf. Saruman's summary was very profound and he got to the point.
Of course, Gandalf is full of bad intentions, and Saruman is not a good bird either. When this guy cursed Gandalf, his voice was even louder, and it was also the kind that could be heard throughout Middle-earth.
Gandalf didn't take Saruman's insults seriously. Everyone in Middle-earth knew about Gandalf's character, and no one would believe the evil wizard who had colluded with the devil Sauron. Therefore, the more fierce Saruman scolds, the more majestic and upright his image will be.
"Saruman, you have gone crazy. Hurry down and surrender. At least you can save your last dignity." Gandalf shouted, and the strong light on the staff bloomed, making it look majestic and inviolable.
Saruman's eyes stung and he couldn't help but shed tears. He was so angry that he lowered his voice and roared: "Damn Gray Robe, you are not qualified to judge me!"
"Saruman, you and I both know what my promotion to white robe means..."
"It means nothing!"
Saruman interrupted sharply, his white staff touched the ground, and a surge of magic power visible to the naked eye broke out and was directed into the black tower at his feet. In an instant, the magic runes on the surface of the black tower shone brightly, and the cold air filled Isengard. The range and power of Saruman's spells doubled under the amplification of the black tower.
Click! Click, click, click
The cold air dispersed from the black tower, and the low temperature that froze the bones caused the flood water to solidify and freeze instantly, and even the water vapor in the air turned into ice slag and fell.
Thick frost covered the country, and in just a blink of an eye, the country turned into an ice field, and every place exuded a chill that made people avoid it.
The tree men headed by Treebeard were froze by the cold air, their teeth chattered immediately, and they were trembling and speechless.
Gandalf raised his staff, and the almighty illumination protected several people from being frozen by the cold. He jumped off Treebeard: "You guys, retreat far away and don't get close. Saruman refuses to surrender and plans to Die with us.”
us! ?
Are you sure there is 'we'?
Russell curled his lips and followed the members of the Fellowship of the Ring to leave. However, as soon as he took two steps, Gandalf grabbed his wrist tightly.
The strength was great, and the skinny palms were like iron hoops. Russell struggled twice but failed to break free.
"What are you doing? Let go. I don't want to disturb your fair duel!" Despite Russell's desperate struggle, he was dragged under the black tower by Gandalf. His strength was gone.
"Russell, I need your help." Gandalf said bluntly: "Saruman is exhausted, but his strength cannot be underestimated. Sauron is eyeing him in Mordor. I cannot risk getting hurt in a duel with Saruman. "
Analyzing this passage, the general meaning is that I, Gandalf, is stronger than Saruman, but he has a move to die together. I am not a person who is afraid of death, but Middle-earth needs me, and I cannot die!
Russell: "..."
As if to prove himself, Gandalf shouted loudly, raised his staff and struck it on the stone wall of the Black Tower.
The omnipotent lighting spell dispelled the shield set by Saruman, and white light shot out from the tip of the staff, spreading along the runes, rendering the small half of the black tower white.
This attack was not a blind one, Gandalf had planned it ten years ago... Ahem, when Gandalf was just talking to Saruman, he suddenly noticed the fatal weakness of the Black Tower.
After a few crisp sounds of glass breaking, the magic runes slowly peeled off, and the black tower became dim and dull, losing its previous elegance.
"Gandalf!"
The sound of thunder sounded, and Saruman jumped from the top of the tower. With a staff in one hand and a long sword in one hand, gravity accelerated, and the long sword carried unparalleled power and struck towards Russell and Gandalf.
Saruman uses his sword...
It's normal, he is also Maia, his arm strength is as amazing as Gandalf's, and he moves in a melee style that doesn't give the warrior a way to survive.
A strong wind came, and the long sword rose to ten meters in the wind, and the magic wind turned into a wind blade with amazing cutting power.
At the critical moment, Russell and Gandalf rolled together to avoid the jumping chop falling from the sky. After standing up, they patted the dust on their bodies.
"What a risk!" X2
Boom!
Saruman landed on his feet and did not slow down even after falling from an altitude of 60 meters. The impact he carried made the ground tremble.
"Gandalf, this is a battle between me and you, a duel between white-robed wizards. Let the irrelevant people go away." Saruman pulled his feet out of the ice, swept his sword across the sky, and white flames flew all over the sky. Melting a big hole in the ice.
"I'm afraid not. You are not fighting me, but the entire Middle-earth continent. Russell is qualified to join." Gandalf drew out the sword from his waist, and his white robe danced in the wind.
Russell: "..."
If you say so, I'm really not qualified to join this duel!
"Hmph, you're full of truth, but you're still so annoying." Saruman sneered, wielding his sword and fighting Gandalf.
The battle between the two white-robed mages is full of excitement. On the surface, it is a close combat with swords. In fact, spells are integrated into every attack they make. It is not just a pure competition of brute force and swordsmanship.
"Saruman, your betrayal has caused the destruction of all life in Middle-earth. Countless people live in the shadow of war, but you still have a chance to atone for your sins, tell Sauron's next plan, save them, and save yourself."
"Delusion! I won't tell anyone if I tell you. You can't even try to gain fame by stepping on me."
"Stop being so stubborn!" Gandalf said righteously, stabbing Saruman between his legs with a sword.
"I'm not obsessive, I just don't want to tell you!" Saruman dodged sideways and thrust his staff into Gandalf's lower back... 20cm below.
The two old men were chatting while fighting. Russell looked on and nodded secretly. Saruman was really powerful. Even if he was deprived of his white robe identity and his strength was greatly reduced, he could still go back and forth with Gandalf.
These two old men are both top mages who can blast Balrogs in close combat!
Finally, when Gandalf looked at him for the tenth time, Russell moved. He took out a piece of soap from behind his butt and threw it at the feet of the two old men.
"Look at the soap!"
[Item Card: Very old soap (****, if you throw it away, the enemy will definitely pick it up)]
Interfering in the battle between two melee mages is seeking death, and you can't bear to use character cards, so you can only use prop cards or skill cards. Russell flipped through it and found this card to be the most suitable.
It just so happens that Saruman is very powerful, so he used it to test whether the "Enemy will pick it up when it sees it" is really 100% successful!
Snap!
A piece of white antibacterial soap fell at their feet. Gandalf and Saruman were both stunned. The next second, they dropped their staffs and swords and rushed towards the soap together as if they were possessed. past.
Because the soap was closer to Saruman, he picked it up before Gandalf. Just when he was wondering if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, Russell pulled out his guns and shot them randomly.
Ding-ding-ding-ding! !
The magic bullets were spread out by the shield that automatically appeared around Saruman. Russell had already guessed that the magic bullets could not hurt the Nazgul, and they certainly could not hurt the stronger Saruman.
The bullet was just a feint to test. Magic power erupted from Russell's feet. With the Edman alloy knife in hand, he sprinted in front of Saruman and slashed his neck with the long knife.
Saruman was holding the soap and was at a loss. When he sensed the fatal crisis approaching, he secretly said it was over and subconsciously let go of his hands.
The soap rolled down at Russell's feet. He froze, dropped the Adamant knife, bent down to pick up the soap, and stuck his butt out high.
Russell: "..."
Damn it, it’s so fucking stupid, TMD works for me too!
