Mordor, the Black Gate.
A hundred thousand undead army crossed the pass and poured into the Dagorad Plain.
According to the strategy formulated by Saruman, the first goal of this expedition is Dol Guldur, occupying the Mountain of Witchcraft and rebuilding the Dark Land. When the Green Leaf Forest decays and regains the glory of the Dark Forest period, the army continues to move north until Force the woodland kingdom.
In the front line of the army, there were Prime Minister Satan's exclusive cavalry escort, a black chariot pulled by nine-headed nightmares, and hundreds of undead cavalry guarding the left and right.
The chariot is five meters long and two meters wide. It is very spacious inside, so spacious that it can accommodate a large bed and still have enough space to sing and dance rap.
The style is very cool, but it is too ostentatious, and it is easy to encounter fire and become a key target.
Therefore, number three Saruman refused this treatment and rode the Nightmare, which at first glance seemed very low-key.
If he wasn't wearing all white, he would be even more low-key.
Of course, the most high-profile figure is the number one figure in Mordor, the Lich King Eldarion, with the bone dragon roaring and circling, as arrogant as he wants.
Russell sat in the black chariot, looking at the empty surroundings, thinking about arriving in Dol Guldur. First, he would grab a few female elf warriors and get on the chariot. Some would squeeze their shoulders, and some would beat their legs. Then they would feed them fruit and fan them.
He had already thought of the look for the elf captive. There wasn't much fabric on his body, and there was a collar hanging around his neck, and there was a chain on the collar.
In this way, the sense of oppression of the Dark Prime Minister is vividly displayed on the page.
Wonderful!
While he was enjoying himself, Russell suddenly realized something was wrong. The scene of this expedition felt too familiar, and he always felt like he had seen it before somewhere.
"The death knight holding the artifact Frostmourne led the undead army to suppress the situation, and finally conquered the entire Elf Forest... Such a strong sense of déjà vu, is it an illusion?"
…
To the west of the Black Gate, deep in the intricate stone forest, an elf team of thirty people lurked.
The leading elf has a slender figure, a handsome face, and an elegant and noble temperament.
Former member of the Fellowship of the Ring and prince of elves - Legolas.
After the War of the Ring, Legolas stayed in his hometown of the Woodland Kingdom for a while, and then led a team of elves back to Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor.
Under Aragorn's rule, these elves live in the fiefdom of Ithilien, not far from the king, because it borders the Death Swamp and is closer to the Black Gate. It can almost be said that they live at the doorstep of Mordor.
After the eruption of Mount Doomsday, Aragorn contacted Legolas. After confirming the 600,000 undead army, he asked Legolas to rush to the Black Gate to monitor every move of the undead army.
The elves have excellent eyesight, and each person has an eight-fold mirror. They can see very far no matter day or night. Their strong field of vision allows their archery skills to be accurate, and at the same time ensures their excellent mobility.
Excellent scout troop.
Legolas looked at the army of one hundred thousand undead, and his heart sank to the bottom. According to the information provided by Aragorn, the undead in Mordor were entities, not ghosts that could only scare people.
When he thought about the six hundred thousand undead army in Mordor, he couldn't help but feel thirsty, and the future in his vision was full of gray and darkness.
The same goes for the elf warriors who were accompanying them. They held long bows in their hands and said nothing, not even daring to take a breath.
Legolas's eyesight was very strong, and he quickly identified three targets among the 100,000 troops, the Lich King on the bone dragon, Saruman in white robes, and the black chariot swarmed from behind.
Legolas didn't know who was in the chariot, but he guessed that the enemy was the mysterious dark mage Satan.
He gave a signal to the elves who were traveling with him, telling them to continue to hide themselves, while he quickly shuttled through the stone forest, preparing to observe the chariot at close range.
By the way, you can collect accurate information about the undead soldiers and assess their combat strength, so as to avoid knowing nothing about the enemy during a large-scale battle.
It would be best if we could find the weaknesses of the undead and formulate strategies to attack them.
The bone dragon high in the sky did not notice that there was life approaching below, but the undead nearby sensed it. The vitality was very different from theirs, and like a bright light in the dark night, it quickly attracted the attention of the undead.
Due to lack of intelligence, the undead knocked on the simple shields to sound a warning, which quickly attracted the attention of the bone dragon in the sky.
Under Russell's control, the bone dragon continued to soar, while Legolas raised his arrow and turned over more than ten undead soldiers who were knocking on their shields.
The arrows were enchanted and had high lethality. The simple armor of the undead soldiers could not form an effective defense. Almost as soon as Legolas raised his hand, an undead soldier fell over there.
The enemy's individual soldiers were not as powerful as he had imagined, which encouraged Legolas. Looking at the slow movements of the undead, they could not form an encirclement at all. Without thinking much, he killed several undead soldiers in close combat and quickly headed towards them. The black chariot approaches.
The infiltration process was very smooth, and they reached Legolas Peerless to cut the grass. After a while, he broke through the defense of the undead knight and jumped onto the black chariot.
He raised his sword and opened the hanging black curtain, hoping to get a glimpse of his master's true appearance. An inexplicable heart palpitation struck him, causing him to decisively give up the invasion and turned around to attack the outside.
late.
The black mist surged, rumbled out of the black chariot, turned into a huge hand, enveloped Legolas, and sucked him into the chariot.
The breeze blew through the curtains, the chariot remained motionless, and everything was eerily quiet. Legolas seemed to be swallowed by darkness, without making any sound.
The army of one hundred thousand undead continued to move forward, while the elf team in the distance was caught in a dilemma.
The prince was captured. No matter how dangerous the situation ahead was, they had to rescue him. However, there was a huge disparity in the strength of the troops. It would be in vain to swarm him. The rescue was destined to destroy the entire army.
Moreover, Legolas showed them the intelligence of the undead soldiers, which they must live to pass on.
Under the order of the deputy captain, the three elven warriors left the team and used messenger birds to contact Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor, and the elven outposts in the Greenleaf Forest.
The remaining elven warriors launched a charge, vowing to live and die with the prince. The nearly thirty people were quickly overwhelmed by the hundreds of thousands of marching undead, and there was no wave at all.
In the chariot, Legolas was bound by dark vines. He looked at Satan shrouded in black robes and frowned tightly: "Who are you, the new darkness, or are you Sauron?"
"What is Sauron? He is just a defeated general. As for my identity, I thought you would notice it at the first sight?"
"..."
Legolas' eyelids twitched, but he said doubtfully: "Russell, is that you?"
Russell raised his hand and pulled down his hood. The black mist and red light dissipated, revealing his true appearance. He smiled and said, "Old friend, what do you mean by that look of disbelief? Are you so disappointed when you see me?"
Legolas was overjoyed at first, then furious, and said with a cold face: "Russell, you have degenerated. There will be no good end in being associated with darkness. Stop it now before it's too late!"
"How about that? I finally came here and I won't give up until I achieve my goal."
"What is your purpose?"
"This is more complicated."
Russell raised his hand and touched his chin: "Aragorn, a guy who doesn't keep his word, originally promised to help me contact the beauties from the elves, but in the end, there was no one."
That's it?
You continue to fall into darkness and create the strongest dark force in Middle-earth after Sauron. Just for this?
Can the pattern be bigger?
Say it quickly, say you want to conquer the world!
Legolas' eyes widened, thinking that Russell was deceiving him. The black vines that bound his hands and feet dispersed, and he rushed forward to ask clearly.
Boom!
An iron pot blocked the way. The gurgling red oil and the familiar smell of meat made his index fingers move. He couldn't help but swallow as he recalled the past.
"Come, let's talk while we eat."
Russell chuckled and said: "Relax, your people are fine, they are sleeping soundly in the back."
"Dream, I, Legolas, will never associate with darkness."
…
As soon as the camera turned, Legolas put down the plate and said nostalgically: "It smells so good, it still tastes the same as before. I didn't expect you to have fallen so bad, but your cooking skills are still so good."
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not corrupt."
Russell shrugged: "As for cooking skills, you know, I am not greedy for money, and I am not lustful. Eating is one of my few hobbies, so my cooking skills will naturally not fall behind."
"..."
"Legolas, it's good that you speak and nod."
Legolas didn't want to speak, and said speechlessly: "I have no problem with you not being greedy for money, but you are not... you just said that Aragorn broke your appointment and did not help you contact the beautiful elf, so you fell."
"The point is not about the elf beauty, it's about Aragorn breaking the promise. Because he broke his promise, that's why I did what I did today!"
"Well, is there a possibility that Aragorn didn't break the promise?"
"Oh, Xisuo."
"After you destroyed Sauron, the three elven forces sent out envoys. Each envoy was accompanied by elven beauties. But by the time they arrived in Minas Tirith, you were already gone." Legolas Raising his hand to his forehead, he saw the three elven forces including the Woodland Kingdom, and the dark history of his family.
"There is such a thing, why did I leave then?"
Russell was surprised. Looking back on the situation at that time, he suddenly realized that after 24 hours, he left on the front foot and the elf envoy arrived on the back foot.
Damn it, it would be good to stay a minute longer!
You can do a lot in one minute!
"Do you understand? Aragorn didn't break his promise to you, it was you..."
"I don't care, it's Aragorn's fault."
Russell waved his hand and referred to the Hydra survival rules. He would not be wrong. The only one who was wrong was Aragorn. He broke his word and caused the undead natural disaster. This is called retribution.
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Life is not easy, the prince sighed.
"Your shamelessness is still related to... Hey, how come you have this ring?"
With sharp eyes, Legolas noticed Russell's hand that was nowhere to be found, and Nanya, the ring of water on his hand. He was momentarily shocked and suspicious, suspecting that Galadriel had been kidnapped.
Probably not. The Queen of Light went to Aman and was not in Middle-earth at all.
"Oh, you said this ring was given by a friend. Just an ordinary friend, don't think too much about it."
Russell waved his hand and said seriously: "She is an elf with a husband after all. Don't think about it. It's really nothing. The ring worn close to the body doesn't mean anything. At most, it's friendship. It will never cross that line."
Legolas nodded without refuting, and said bluntly: "That's right, after all, you look..."
"Um?!"
"Well, I don't mean anything else. The aesthetics of elves are relatively high, and you..."
"Shut up!"
Russell glared at Legolas angrily and changed the subject directly: "Tell me, why are you here? I thought the first unlucky guy to fall into the trap would be Gandalf."
"I live in Ithilien now..."
Legolas recounted that after the War of the Ring, the Fellowship of the Ring was disbanded on the spot, and each went back to his home to find his mother. He did not want to stay in the Woodland Kingdom, so he led a group of tribesmen to move to Gondor and live next door to Mordor. The fiefdom of Ithilien.
"How can I say that you are now an independent sect and can be considered an elf lord?"
"No, Gimli is the lord."
Legolas continued that Gimli, a member of the Fellowship of the Ring, first lived in the Crystal Cave of the Kingdom of Rohan, located in Helm's Deep. He led some Lonely Mountain dwarves to establish a territory, which can be called a cave lord.
If nothing unexpected happens, Legolas and Gimli will leave Middle-earth one day in the future, when Aragorn dies and Prince Eldarion succeeds to the throne.
Arwen also left at the same time, but instead of taking a boat to Aman, she was forgotten in the mountains and died, abandoning her long life.
After chatting for a while, Russell frowned and said, "Why didn't your father lead the people to Aman? If the elves stay here, they will die one day, and you should have an almost endless lifespan."
"Maybe he will leave, but not now."
Legolas frowned. The situation of the elves was a bit complicated, and he couldn't explain it for a while.
"Then let's make a long story short."
"On the one hand, the elves in the Woodland Kingdom like Middle-earth. On the other hand, the elves are also divided into high and low..."
Elves were created by the creator god Ilúvatar and can be regarded as the eldest son in the family. Humans are the second sons and dwarves are adopted sons.
The elves wake up first, because they are the eldest son, their family status is very high, the man is tall, the woman is handsome, and their lifespan is almost infinite.
For example, Queen Arwen looks young, but is actually an old woman over 2000 years old, while Aragorn is only in his early one hundred years old.
In other words, Arwen raised Aragorn and brought him up single-handedly when he was over two thousand years old.
It can be seen from this that Aragorn is not a traitor to his mother, he is even more outrageous.
Because of their status as the eldest son, the elves have created a civilization that is far more glorious than humans and dwarves. There are many talents in the clan, and some strong ones can even be compared with gods such as Valar and Maia.
For example, Fingolfin, Morgoth was also ranked among the top three gods. Because of his duel with Fingolfin, he became permanently disabled and could only walk with a limp.
Never mind whether Fingolfin is dead or not, just say Morgoth is lame or not!
Another example is Eärendil, Elrond's father and Arwen's grandfather, who personally killed the strongest dragon Ankaragon, the dragon that Russell had fought before.
With powerful potential, extremely high intelligence, and endless lifespan, it is obvious how favored elves are.
But even for such a race, there are still distinctions between high and low. The elves in the Woodland Kingdom have never seen the Holy Light of the Double Trees, and they are uncivilized and inferior. In the eyes of the high elves, they are the bottom class of illiterate people, referred to as bastards.
Legolas and his father Thranduil were only slightly better. They were also not high elves, not as good as Elrond, and not as good as Galadriel.
Regardless of the fact that among the three major elf forces, Thranduil is the elf king, and the others are all elf lords, but in terms of noble blood, Thranduil is the younger brother.
In the Woodland Kingdom, Thranduil was the Elf King and went to Aman...
The Fourth Age is the age of humans. The forests are gradually dying and becoming unsuitable for the survival of elves. Sooner or later Thranduil will go to Aman, but he has not left yet, somewhat because of his status concerns.
In addition to worrying about himself, he also has to take care of the thoughts of his people. As long as there is any hope, the elves of the Woodland Kingdom do not want to go to Aman to become a country.
Legolas spoke hesitantly, but Russell probably understood, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Legolas, do you want to be a dark elf? I mean the black one?"
"???"
A string of question marks floated across Legolas's head. Before he could speak, his face was blurred by darkness. When he regained consciousness, his skin color turned dark, and colorful black appeared from the inside out.
The black glows!
"So ugly!"
Tanning is acceptable, but all black is too harsh.
Russell complained, and waved away Legolas's black skin, turning it towards darkness while still retaining his original skin color.
Legolas's face turned pale. He was surprised at Russell's power, and was also afraid of the dark magic entrenched in his body. He mistakenly thought that he had completely fallen into darkness, and cast an extremely angry look at Russell.
But soon, he discovered that the situation was far better than he imagined.
"What, what's going on?"
"Jiejie, Jiejie, if you don't want to go to Aman, you can stay in Middle-earth, and the same goes for your people..."
"Hiss, you're not Russell, who on earth are you?"
"I'm still me. Compared with before, my magic skills have improved slightly."
Russell raised his hand and gestured with his fingertips, and said, "How about, do you want to become a part of the darkness and live in Middle-earth without any worries from now on?"
The topic was too devilish and Legolas was not willing to live or die. Russell didn't take it seriously and continued: "You don't want to stay in the Woodland Kingdom and lead some tribesmen to plant trees on the territory of the human race. Let me guess, you and your father and son are not on good terms? "
"You are thinking too much, and your face is so evil. You are indeed depraved."
Legolas swallowed. Father and son were actually fine. Because they were introverted and not good at expressing their feelings, it gave outsiders the illusion that father and son were at odds.
"Don't talk nonsense. This is a standard decent face. You can recognize him at a glance. He is also an undercover agent when he appears in the villain camp."
"No, Aragorn is the right one..."
"Pull him down, he clearly has the face of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre."
Russell complained, forced the topic back, held Legolas down and handed him a magic sword: "It doesn't matter if you have a bad relationship. I'll help you. Have you seen the bone dragon in the sky? That little guy in armor is Ai Darion, I also have a handful of Frostmourne here, which is specially designed to treat Father's son's roar."
At first, Legolas refused, but Frostmourne's handsome appearance was irresistible. In addition, Russell was blowing Satanic wind on the side. The Elf Prince soon fell, and he raised his hand tremblingly to hold Frostmourne.
The camera zoomed out, and over the 100,000 undead army, the bone dragon turned into two heads, and the Lich King also doubled on the spot.
This is what Gandalf saw when he arrived on eagle.
He was not exposed immediately, and he was suspicious that Legolas's team was missing. He looked closely and immediately spotted the black chariot... Saruman not far away.
"Shameless person, just take refuge in the darkness. You are a habitual offender after all, but you should not wear white robes and black-robed wizards." Gandalf snorted coldly, and he was offended by the same color as Saruman.
"It's strange that he has fallen again. Who gave him the courage?"
After confirming that the gray robe pretending to be white robe below was indeed Saruman, Gandalf was full of doubts. To be fair, Saruman was by no means a fool and would not and could not fall into the same pit twice in a row.
If he refuses to change despite repeated admonishment, there must be something hidden in it!
As a mature Maia, Gandalf decided to wait until dark. He wanted to capture Saruman alive and find out the truth.
"Hohohoho——"
The bone dragon roared, and the thunderous roar resounded through the sky. Darkness enveloped death like a shadow, arriving in front of Gandalf in an instant.
"Grey Robe, put down your weapons and offer your soul!"
