Gray robe?
Where are the gray robes? Are you talking about Saruman down there?
Gandalf frowned. The white robe on his body was as bright as white phosphorus. The surging light drove away darkness and death, forcing the bone dragon to retreat continuously.
He is a mature Maia who doesn't care about the world's evaluation of him. Whether he is gray robe or white robe, it is nothing more than a title.
But he couldn't bear to confuse right and wrong, ignore the facts, and insist on turning white into gray.
The illumination technique emits divine light, and the dazzling light makes dark and undead creatures deeply uncomfortable. Although it cannot purify the bone dragon, it also makes them weak and exhausted.
Eldarion sat on the back of the bone dragon, dancing Frostmourne with one hand to attract strong winds and blizzards, driving away the giant eagle Gandalf was riding, and holding the darkness with the other hand to dispel the negative impact of light on the bone dragon.
This is Russell's arrangement. The 600,000 undead army is already invincible. The Lich King has no weakness and will only become one-sided.
It's too boring to be one-sided, let the other side see the hope of victory.
Heroes go through struggle and struggle, and then taste the bitter fruit of failure. This is what a qualified Satan should do.
As a new Satan, Russell modestly said that he still has a long way to go. His little tricks are either stolen from other Satans, or are leftovers from other Satans' tricks.
"Well, I need to find a professional Satan to learn advanced devil skills."
Russell looked at the battle in the sky, raised his hand and touched his chin. It was impossible to retrieve DC's Lucifer. He was a stinky salted fish that was too lazy to stand up. It was better to rely on himself to count on him.
Neither can Miss Satan in the chaotic world. Apart from her good looks, good figure, charming temperament, and low IQ, she has almost nothing...
(一`??一)
Hey, when you think about it, Miss Satan is simply perfect.
It’s her!
Russell made up his mind, and after interacting with Gandalf and Aragorn, he set off to find Miss Satan for advice. After not contacting him for so long, the Miss Satan must have missed him.
However, there is one disadvantage in the chaotic world. Lucy, who has become a god, is almost invincible. She is not a creation god but is comparable to a creation god. Her authority is almost the same as that of him in the main god world.
What should I do if I enter rashly and get detained and used as a hot weapon?
"Speaking of which, God existed in that world and there was no room for two tigers in one mountain. Who lives in the basement now?"
The more Russell thought about it, the more curious he became, and decided to throw a clone in another day to take a look. If the two sides were still fighting fiercely, and he entered as a third party, he would have a great chance of realizing his long-cherished wish and entering heaven with fluttering little wings.
The undercover agent is back home!
"Hey hey hey..."
boom! ! !
The bone dragon flapped its wings and roared, its breath of frost mixed with the corrosive energy of darkness. The powerful power made Gandalf unable to resist, so he could only retreat step by step, using the lighting technique to force a 50-50 split.
Then retreat to Minas Tirith.
Gandalf glanced at the Lich King, carved the mysterious armor runes and Frostmourne into his eyes, and quickly evacuated with the giant eagle.
The bone dragon was not as fast as the giant eagle. It flapped its wings a few times and watched the opponent leave reluctantly.
On the other side, the Lich King transformed by Legolas did not intercept. Likewise, he did not join the battle and attacked Gandalf with Eldarion.
Putting on the Lich King suit, his actions are no longer under his control. Everything is decided by Satan, the Prime Minister of Mordor.
"Speed up the march. I want to see the green leaf forest in three days."
…
The speed of the undead is average, but the advantage is that they are tireless and don't need to rest. Like their creator, they are long-lasting and famous for their endurance.
The army of 100,000 undead marched in a straight line day and night with a clear goal. They told all the onlookers openly and honestly that this time they set out to fight against the Woodland Kingdom.
Gandalf brought the information back to Minas Tirith. He fought bloody battles and single-handedly defeated an army of 100,000 undead, two bone dragon demon kings, and Saruman the Grey, who pretended to be white robes. He was unable to defeat 200,000 hands with his fists. Exhausted, he withdrew from the battlefield, unable to confirm whether Satan was the fallen Russell.
At this time, Aragorn was very anxious, and his hair fell even more after hearing this.
He took out a map and expressed Gondor's dilemma. The royal capital was facing a river confrontation with Minas Morgul in the east, where an army of 100,000 undead were stationed. In the plains of Gogroth in Mordor, there were 400,000 undead armies ready to go.
Gondor was unable to organize a battle on the plains. Faced with the pressing advances of the undead army, Gondor could only rely on the defense of the fortified city. It was not enough to protect itself and could not lend a helping hand to the elves.
Gandalf nodded regretfully. He knew that being able to hold back the 400,000 undead army was the greatest help to the elves.
Similar to the previous War of the Lord of the Rings, this dark war is still fought on two fronts, the north and the south. They are still fighting on their own, and no one can help anyone.
But the situation is critical and there is no need to delay. If we do not lend a helping hand to the elves, the Greenleaf Forest will inevitably fall. At that time, the northern front will collapse, and the undead army that has freed up its hands will attack on both sides, and Gondor will not be able to hold on for long.
Aragorn had no choice but to light a beacon and ask for help from the Kingdom of Rohan, asking them to organize cavalry to assist the elves. He would first go to Lothlorien, and then cross the river to the Greenleaf Forest.
Aragorn was in dire straits. On the one hand, his troops were stretched thin. On the other hand, the whereabouts of his son Eldarion were still unknown. In addition, Legolas was captured and missing, which put great pressure on him.
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Green leaf forest.
The undead army marched for five days through the wilderness and finally saw the green forest in the north.
At the same time, they also saw the Rohan cavalry coming across the river, as well as the elf warriors led by Celeborn. The number was small, cavalry + infantry + engineers, a total of four thousand.
In the team, there was also a dwarf warrior brought by Gimli. When he heard that his good friend was missing, he put down his hammer and rushed over with his ax in hand.
The general of Rohan is the former king Théoden. The hussar king is old and frail, and he comes here wrapped in horse leather. The best destination for a warrior is the battlefield. The country no longer needs him, so he died on the battlefield without any complaints.
Soon, the warriors of the Woodland Kingdom arrived at the front line. The Elf King Thranduil led the expedition in person, with a strong horned deer under his crotch and a force of two thousand.
Various forces gathered in one place, with a total strength of 6,000 troops and 20,000 external propaganda.
Rivendell's reinforcements are still on the way. The Lonely Mountain Dwarves and the River Valley Kingdom did not join the war, but they did not directly refuse. They imitated their neighbor Thranduil and came up with a move to clear the door.
Thranduil was disgusted. The dwarves were short-sighted and did not understand the meaning of death and coldness. Sooner or later, they would become trapped in a cocoon.
Because he was a student who was brought out by his own hands, Thranduil did the same thing back then, so he snorted coldly and said that the elven coalition could defend their homeland without the reinforcements from Lonely Mountain.
Rumble————
As soon as the 100,000 undead army entered the battlefield, and before the formation was neatly arranged, they encountered an ambush due to their unorganized march. Two thousand cavalry from Rohan mounted their horses and whipped, and launched a charge with spears and swords in hand.
General effect.
Two bone dragons hovered high in the sky, roaring in terror. Before the war started, the horses were frightened, and two thousand cavalry returned in despair.
Celeborn looked at the battlefield and fell into deep thought. He looked at his home, then at the 100,000 troops on the opposite side, as well as the 500,000 undead natural disasters in the rear. He decided to retreat and prepared the ticket to Aman.
No wonder Celeborn was timid in the face of battle, he really couldn't find a reason to shed blood with his head.
First of all, the Fourth Age is the era of humans. The elves are not the protagonists. In the end, the only ones who are cheap are humans.
Secondly, Middle-earth is indeed not suitable for the survival of elves. They have to leave early or late. There is no need to lose the lives of thousands of elves before leaving.
In the end, it was the Woodland Kingdom that offended Mordor, not Lothlorien. He could come to the front line and show up to check in, which was already a great honor to Thranduil.
After the three elven rings lost their magic power, the forests of Middle-earth became unbearable for Celeborn. It was as if someone was pressing down on his throat. He felt unable to breathe and had long thought of leaving.
The reason why I didn't leave with my wife Galadriel is because I understand.
Galadriel is a standard strong woman. She has always had the final say in Lothlorien. As a lord, Celeborn often acts as a mascot.
Even when Gandalf came to visit late at night, he could only keep a straight face and force himself in to act as the third party.
After his wife finally abdicated, it was his turn to take control of the government, and he would definitely be prosperous for a while.
"The cavalry cannot cause effective damage, and continuing to fight on the plains is not good for us. I suggest giving up this front, leading the undead army into the forest, and then dividing them up to eliminate them one by one." Thranduil said slowly.
The green leaf forest in the south belongs to Lothlorien and is Celeborn's territory. He has no burden to use it as his main battlefield.
Coincidentally, Celeborn was about to retreat. He frowned to express his displeasure, but did not speak out to refute.
Gandalf's expression changed as he attended the strategy meeting. He noticed Celeborn's intention to retreat and wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to persuade him.
If it were Galadriel, if he opened his mouth, he might be able to make the other party retain a team of high-level soldiers, but Celeborn...
What are you talking about? I contacted your wife and she told you to listen to me?
Fuck you, Celeborn doesn’t want to lose face!
Theoden on the side looked unfazed. The men of Rohan failed to make any achievements in the first battle. Although there were no casualties, there were only a few unlucky ones who fell into the mud because of the weak legs of the war horses. It was a blessing in misfortune, but the strategic value was directly denied by the allies. , which really made his face dull.
Next, if the battlefield turns to the forest, the cavalry will have no choice but to dismount and switch to infantry, losing their advantage and destined to suffer heavy casualties.
Mordor was fighting against the elves. Thranduil was unwilling to sacrifice the beautiful talents of his tribe, which triggered the war. From the beginning to the end, he had nothing to do with the Kingdom of Rohan. He came to see Aragorn's face, not to be cannon fodder for the elves.
Now, Théoden also wanted to leave.
Even if he doesn't leave, he will idle the main force, lead a group of cavalry alone to avoid the main battlefield, and finally have the honor of dying on the battlefield.
The old kingdom is dead, Rohan is so benevolent that no one can find fault.
Each group had their own ideas, and the strategy meeting started hastily and ended hastily. Gimli, who said nothing, found Thranduil and asked him if he was sincere about rescuing Legolas.
Thranduil is a qualified monarch, and he prefers the former between the country and his son. He did not answer Gimli directly, only saying that he would do his best to save his son.
Gimli nodded and went to find Gandalf again.
Gandalf clapped his hands and placed them on the human side. With his seniority, he could pretend to be an old magician and deliver chicken soup to everyone. But this was not possible on the elves. They were all old monsters and could not impress them without benefits.
The strategic meeting ended, the coalition battle lines retreated, the elven warriors retreated into the forest where their advantage was more suitable, and the Rohan cavalry turned to the west.
…
At the new meeting, Prime Minister Satan spoke. He first warmly welcomed the Mordor general Legolas who joined the group, affirmed his fearless spirit of abandoning light and turning to darkness, and then announced the good news of victory in the first battle.
The Prime Minister summarized three points. In summary, the credit is collective and victory belongs to every participant.
Finally, he sublimated the theme and hoped that all the meritorious officials here would not be arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat, and work together to build a beautiful new home in Mordor.
Bang bang bang————
Saruman, the white-robed mage who was keen on learning, put away the meeting notes, stood up and led the applause.
"Your Majesty, according to the latest intelligence from the front line, the Elf Gate has retreated."
Saruman took out the map, pinched his beard and analyzed it. He pointed out the key reason directly: "This retreat is definitely not unfavorable. They are bound by interests and separated by interests. The soldiers are scattered. hit."
"What's the point of white robe?"
"Fire attack!"
Saruman waved his hand: "The forest is the home of the elves and their cemetery. With just a fire, the undead army can easily occupy Dol Guldur. When the Prime Minister reopens the Mountain of Witchcraft, the elves will no longer be able to resist." force."
The tactic came from Sauron, who used it to suppress the Woodland Kingdom and Lothlorien. Galadriel, the Queen of Light, was stunned when she came.
If the Supreme Lord of the Rings had not been destroyed and Sauron defeated, the northern front would not have collapsed instantly.
Upon hearing Saruman's suggestion of a fire attack, Eldarion and Legolas glared at each other. The former had elven blood, and the latter was an elven prince. Rather than setting fire to the mountain, they were more willing to put the white robe on the barbecue.
But they didn't have the final say. They asked Russell to nod whether to launch a fire attack. If he said yes or no, it would be okay. If he said no, it would be okay or no.
Russell will definitely not be able to do it. As the saying goes: If the clear water and green mountains are a fire, the overbearing director will fall in love with me.
Although there is no police station in Middle-earth, there is no way to lock up Satan, the white-robed mage, and the death knight. It is uncertain who falls in love with whom, but as a police officer who changed jobs, Russell is definitely not happy with Satan. ωωw..net
"The Greenleaf Forest will become Mirkwood. In the future, the entire forest will be part of the darkness. This fire is burning the property of Mordor. It can only be considered a bad move."
Russell shook his head and took note: "Even if you add the Rohan cavalry, the enemy army is only a few thousand, and this force is simply vulnerable. There is no need to lose Mordor's property. The best strategy is to break up the army into pieces and go deep into the forest. Undead soldiers are not afraid of death, let alone sacrifice, so we must give full play to our advantages and use the tactics of the sea of death to destroy them."
Bang bang bang————
Saruman once again took the lead in applauding: "The Prime Minister is right, the best strategy is to use your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Compared with you, I still have a lot to learn."
"Wherever, the white-robed mage is also very powerful. Let's learn and make progress together."
"..."
The meeting ended in a warm atmosphere. That night, an army of 100,000 undead entered the forest, divided into ten groups, five groups marched towards the Woodland Kingdom, three groups drove away the Rohan cavalry, and the last two groups surrounded Dol Guldur.
The advantage of large numbers of people is fully demonstrated at this moment. The combined forces of humans and elves are only 6,000, and the undead army along the way is 10,000. The troops are well-disciplined, tireless, not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and maintain efficient combat status around the clock. The coalition forces Not to mention blockade warfare, guerrilla warfare is ineffective.
Almost early the next morning, before the sun had risen, the four giants of Mordor marched into Dol Guldur.
With a wave of Russell's hand, the undead built fortifications, rebuilt defenses and bunkers, or basements.
There was a huge basement, and Guan Qian held an elf captive for fun.
At the same time, dark clouds rose into the sky, and the devil's shadowy face overlooked the green leaf forest. While expanding rapidly, it covered the green leaf forest with a gray veil.
On the coalition side, the last elven coalition from Rivendell arrived, led by Elrohir and Elladan, Elrond's twin sons and Aragorn's uncle.
The strength of the troops was disproportionate, and the coalition forces were defeated across the board. Even in the forest, the flexible and vigorous elves could not stop the pace of the undead. The arrival of this team barely gave the coalition forces a breath of fresh air.
The combat meeting was extremely dull, and the hopeless battle left everyone in silence.
Not to mention that darkness has once again enveloped the green leaf forest. Even if the undead army can be driven out of the forest, so what, there are still half a million undead in Mordor.
Celeborn made up his mind to leave by boat after the meeting, as did Théoden. He would stay and pursue the honor of dying in battle, but Rohan's cavalry was of no use in the forest, so he decided to leave the command after the meeting. The authority was handed over to the deputy general, and he was ordered to lead the troops to withdraw from the west, away from the forest battlefield.
Young people still have a future and more honors to pursue, and they should not be buried in the forest in vain.
Almost overnight, the main war faction was left with only three forces: the Woodland Kingdom, Rivendell, and the white-robed mage Gandalf.
They are said to be the main militant faction, but their attitude is mostly vague. The Woodland Kingdom is in a dilemma, unable to defeat again and again, and surrendering...
Instead of surrendering and offering the tribesmen as slaves, it would be better to leave by boat.
Gandalf can be regarded as the representative of the reunited kingdom. On the one hand, Rivendell came for Aragorn. For the sake of Arwen, the two brothers-in-law decided to help their brother-in-law. On the other hand, they came for the fellow elves. If As the other two groups of elves prepare to leave Middle-earth, Rivendell's attitude towards war will become even more ambiguous.
After all, there are really not many elves left in Middle-earth. If they can walk and live forever, no one wants to bleed to death here.
Gandalf sighed, looked in the direction of Dol Guldur, and initiated a battle vote.
Tactics: Behead!
If the undead army cannot be defeated from the frontal battlefield, then the beheading tactic is implemented. Several hero-level strongmen sneak into Dol Guldur on giant eagles and eliminate the leader of Mordor. The undead army, which has lost its command, collapses without attack.
It doesn't matter if they fail, the Bone Dragon can't catch up with the giant eagle, and they can evacuate at any time.
There are only two thousand undead in Dol Guldur at the moment. This is a rare opportunity. If you miss this opportunity and implement the beheading tactic, you will face an army of half a million undead.
Thranduil was the first to agree. Elrohir and Elladan had no objections. Celeborn frowned and decided to give it a try after weighing the pros and cons.
Galadriel led Lothlorien to win the War of the Ring. If he can leave his name as the main force in the War of Darkness and his fame will greatly increase, he will not be overwhelmed by his powerful wife in the future.
Try it, just once!
Théoden volunteered to join the game, but as expected, was rejected by everyone.
The destination of a warrior is the battlefield. The Cavalry King's attitude of dreaming of dying on the battlefield is a good one, but as a companion, such teammates with death aspirations are undoubtedly the biggest trap. If they are not careful, they can become the engine of team destruction.
High-end enemies often appear in the form of teammates, and everyone is not stupid. Théoden can go wherever he likes, just don't die next to them.
It was night, and several giant eagles flew quickly through the clouds, reached the sky above Dol Guldur, and swooped down to cast eight figures.
Four elves: Celeborn, Thranduil, Elrohir, and Elladan;
Two mages: Gandalf and Radagast;
One dwarf: Gimli;
A skin-changer: Beorn.
Radagast is one of the five witches, a colleague of Gandalf and Saruman. He came to Middle-earth with a mission. Because of his personal hobbies, he got lost in the flower forest, forgot the mission and forgot to go home.
He settled in the green leaf forest and worked on his little hobbies every day. He did not have Gandalf's ambition and was a Maia who was content with the status quo.
In the words of Saruman, this is a fool who is not doing his job properly.
As for the skin-changing Beorn, he is probably a druid in Middle-earth. After his transformation, he is very destructive and can push the mudslides on the battlefield wherever he goes.
Darkness returned, and the reclusive Radagast returned to the world. Unable to see the forest being polluted, he found Beorn and joined the coalition.
Gandalf was so happy that he had two more reinforcements before the battle, which was a good sign.
This is sure!
Eight figures landed on the ground, and the giant eagle soared up. They were entrenched in the sky, waiting for Gandalf's call. If something unexpected happened, they would swoop down as fast as possible and take everyone away.
Shaking people, running away, and giving him chicken soup, Gandalf's success in Middle-earth relies on these three axes.
But today...
As soon as Gandalf landed, he noticed something was wrong. The empty square, the eerie silence, the unguarded fortress, everything was filled with an air of conspiracy.
Is there a possibility that I fell into a trap?
Buzz buzz————
The dark force field propped up the hemisphere barrier, opened the curtain of death, blocked the giant eagle from the outside world, and covered the sky above Dol Guldur like a cage.
The undead poured in from all directions, and the empty square was surrounded by three floors inside and three outside. Blue will-o'-the-wisps danced silently, twitching everyone's heartstrings and quickly sinking to the bottom.
There is a possibility that he really fell into a trap.
At the top of the tower, four figures stepped out of the darkness.
Russell was dressed in black robes, his eyes glowed red, and he said condescendingly: "Gandalf, as expected of you, you did not keep me waiting, and fulfilled your promise to send them here so quickly."
Facing the angry glares of everyone, Gandalf didn't take it seriously. He was a mature mage and would not lose control just because of frame-up.
He looked intently at the top of the tower, frowned and said, "Satan...are you Russell?"
Gandalf has many guesses about Satan's identity, and Russell is one of them, and the most likely.
But he didn't expect to ask in just one sentence. Satan was dressed in black, and his whole body was tightly fitted. He made it clear that he wanted to hide his identity and did not want outsiders to know. There was no reason or possibility to take the initiative to reveal his identity.
This is so irrational and inconsistent with the usual style of the mastermind behind the scenes.
"Jie Jie Jie, you saw it."
Russell raised his hand and pulled down his hood, revealing a handsome and confident face: "I didn't expect that I could hide it so deeply, but I still haven't deceived you."
"..."xN
You said something, and you didn't hide it at all, especially the phrase "one hundred elf beauties", which is no different from actively reporting your name.
"It is indeed you, you have fallen."
Gandalf was heartbroken and thought that he would die again today. If Russell transformed into a dragon, he would go to the big leader to seek the power to slay the dragon.
Russell's confession of his identity caused quite a commotion. His former teammate, the dwarf warrior Gimli, opened his eyes wide and cursed him. He did not believe that Russell would fall, so this face was fake. Someone had pretended to be a hero. humiliated.
If you can speak, speak more. I agreed to give you seven storm axes, and you can play with them from Monday to weekend.
Russell ignored the scolding Gimli, and while stroking the ring on his hand, he said to Gandalf: "It's not about corruption. You can't even imagine my happiness. Even if it is corruption, I will learn from you..."
"Russell, the ring on your finger..."
Gandalf interrupted, dumbfounded: "Nanya, the Ring of Water, Galadriel's ring, she, she...how is it in your hand?"
Celeborn poked his head around and saw that it was indeed his wife's ring.
"It's a long story. It was a night by the waterfall in Lothlorien. The queen was dressed in white under the moonlight. It was just her and me. Oh, and there were a few unicorns around."
Russell looked nostalgic and lamented: "That night, I got Nanya. You all know what happened after that. The queen no longer had any attachment to her and left Middle-earth and returned to Aman."
It's all the truth. If someone misunderstands that he is having an affair with Galadriel, it can only be due to a misunderstanding. He is not responsible. It is the listener's intention and his own unhealthy thinking.
"No, it's impossible."
Gandalf was so exposed that he couldn't believe that something so outrageous could happen.
He has known Galadriel for a long time, and he knows how arrogant the Queen of Light is, and he also understands the aesthetics of the elves. A human beauty like Russell is okay, but she will definitely be defeated against the elves.
"The ring is on my hand. That's the truth. It's useless if you don't believe it."
Russell waved his hand to cut through the ripples of the water curtain, stimulating the energy of life and protection, and said with great sincerity: "I'm sorry, Gandalf, I couldn't control it that night and did something sorry for you. But don't worry, I am very restrained, and so is the Queen. We She didn’t make a big mistake, so you’ll forgive her, right?”
"..."xN
Gandalf: Tell me clearly, what does this have to do with me?
Celeborn: Tell me clearly, what does this have to do with Gandalf!
Among the crowd, Thranduil watched with cold eyes.
Elrohir and Elladan were stunned, pure grandson, grandma was too much, even if the relationship faded due to disrepair, at least choose a good-looking one, what's the point of finding an orc?
Because he is strong, because he is dressed in black?
That's too much!
The two grandsons couldn't figure it out and cast complicated glances at their grandfather Celeborn, telling them to be strong.
Bah, what are you two looking at me for?
Celeborn was angry, furious, and furious. He glared hard at his two grandsons, and then stared at Gandalf fiercely.
Look what I'm doing, Russell didn't tell the truth, so if you believe him, you'll be fooled.
Gandalf was almost dying of grievance. He and Galadriel had an innocent relationship. At best, they could be regarded as classmates and had a deep friendship. Nothing else really mattered.
What, flirting, cuddling, and meeting in the middle of the night?
These can all be explained.
Seeing Gandalf bowing his head in shame, Celeborn looked at Russell angrily. They had been married for many years, and he firmly believed that his wife had no one outside. He took ten thousand steps back. Even if there might, maybe, maybe, there was one, it couldn't be Russell who had half-orc blood.
Not even with the lights off.
So, it’s all Russell nonsense.
The question arises. Nanya cannot fake the Water Ring. Where did Russell get the ring?
“By Satan, I got it from the Queen that night, as those unicorns can testify.
Russell spoke the truth loudly and with a clear conscience: "I was peeing by the waterfall when the Queen suddenly appeared. I pulled up my pants to leave. She might have seen something. She pushed me down with a smile and then moved on her own. "
At first glance, there is still a little grievance in the words.
For the next few million words, Galadriel is a married woman. For the sake of her face, Russell will not go into details here.
The effect of the blank space was outstanding, and Celeborn was furious. He drew his dagger and wanted to duel with Russell, making the orc pay the price for his nonsense.
"It's so short. No wonder the Queen wanted to find me that night. She must have seen it."
Russell showed disdain, waved his hand and pulled out the black flame sword from his crotch, jumped off the top of the tower, and accepted Celeborn's duel.
Almost at the moment Russell landed, Celeborn came with his sword and struck with a clang, touching the aqua-blue curtain, which made his face even more ugly.
I checked the feel and the ring is genuine.
"The Supreme Lord of the Rings was destroyed, the three elven rings lost their magic power, and the water ring was no exception. Why is the Nanya ring..."
Why is Nanya's ring still the same as before, even more powerful in magic?
Celeborn was full of doubts. Out of her husband's responsibility and the protection of the sacred marriage, the dagger turned into an afterimage, slashing the curtain again and again, trying to break through this layer of defense.
Celeborn was right. Russell's Nanya Ring was indeed different from the original version. In other words, the reshaped Nanya was different from the earlier version.
Nanya's ring comes from Galadriel. Because she came into contact with the characters in the plot, she triggered the lottery and obtained the magic ring props.
Russell merged the godhood in the dark dimension, and Nanya, the water ring, was destroyed. When he reshaped the ring, he made a new one according to his own understanding, and did not copy the original one.
The three elven rings are related to the Supreme Lord of the Rings. Nanya, the water ring in his hand, does not have it. It can only be said that the appearance is the same, but the internal structure is completely different.
Of course, as long as Russell knew these words, it was impossible to expect him to tell the truth.
That night Galadriel broke her promise and went to pick mushrooms as she had promised, but nothing happened as soon as she started, leaving Russell alone and messy by the lake.
He has a big heart, saying that the past is in the past, and he will not specifically seek revenge, nor will he find trouble with Galadriel, nor will he frame her and spread gossip around the world, saying that he is having an affair with the lord's wife.
Ding!
Russell took the initiative to remove the defense of the water ring. He put the black flame sword against the dagger and pressed Celeborn back with a little force: "I remember, you are who Galadriel said, her husband. She mentioned you that night.”
Celeborn blushed and said nothing. His strength did not allow him to speak. He was suppressed by the black flame sword, and all the muscles in his body were screaming. He felt that he was not facing a human, but a giant dragon wearing a human appearance.
On both sides, Gandalf, Thranduil and others stepped forward to help.
Gandalf even waved his sword, shouting that justice will prevail, and that he had nothing to say to the devil, so he went up shoulder to shoulder.
Russell waved a dark hurricane with one hand, blowing several people away: "Don't get in the way of irrelevant people, this battle has nothing to do with you, give this and that a chance, he will prove Galadriel wrong. "
Gandalf: (˙灬˙)
Since no one else is going to get in the way, why leave him alone?
"We are guests from afar, even if they are bad ones."
Russell pressed Celeborn with one hand, glanced at everyone and said slowly: "I have prepared a welcome ceremony for you, but the ugly words are ahead. You have to earn your own face. If not, you guys will have to live in the basement tonight. ”
After the words fell, the two undead knights entered the scene. Eldarion faced off against his two uncles. Legolas singled out his father, Thranduil, and did not dishonor Frostmourne's great reputation.
Saruman belatedly confronts his two colleagues, Gandalf and Radagast.
Gimli and Beorn were blown farthest away by the hurricane and fell into the center of the undead army. Unable to help their teammates in the Night Raid team, they could only happily tear apart their bones.
The battle was almost one-sided. Needless to say, the Frostmourne duo were so brave with their artifacts that they quickly beat their loved ones to the point where they couldn't hold their heads up.
Adarian was still a little restrained. Facing his two uncles, he was still able to move freely even though he was controlled by the armor.
Legolas didn't look like the actor, and he had some personal grudges. He slapped Thranduil to the ground again and again, beating his own father to shame.
The battle between the three mages was much more ferocious as they were all five witches.
Mainly due to the brutality of Saruman and Gandalf, Radagast was used to walking like a bird and had forgotten how to fight. He could not keep up with the fighting rhythm of the two white-robed mages. He was kicked away by Saruman and used a crow move. Arriving by plane surrounded by the undead army, he had no choice but to seek help from Beorn.
The enemies were extremely jealous when they met. Saruman and Gandalf fought fiercely. Saruman had been waiting for this day for too long. He clamored that white knives would go in and red knives would go out. He wanted to imprison Gandalf in Dol Guldur again and torture him. Fan.
Gandalf does not have such a murderous intention. He also goes in with a white knife, but what he pursues is a yellow knife. The main character is I will not kill you, I will only let you die.
"Saruman, it's too late to look back now. You've already made a mistake once, do you want to make another mistake again?"
"Gandalf the Grey, stop your disgusting mouth. You know nothing. Who do you think I am working for? Why do you think I can put on the white robe again?"
The two hate each other and kill each other, just like before. The fight is not limited to hands and feet, but also words. They spend all their time criticizing each other's IQ. They use each other as a stepping stone to set off the sanctity and brightness of their own white robes.
In fact, there is no such thing. The so-called white robe is black when cut open.
While Russell was torturing Celeborn, he respectfully called him that person. Occasionally, he would say a few words about Galadriel and call the other person's name affectionately.
It is conceivable that even if this pair is not broken up by him, they will inevitably have a small dozen every three days and a large dozen every five days.
Taking into account the force value of both sides, Celeborn would most likely be the one who got beaten.
Bang!
Russell knocked down Celeborn, suppressed by both force and magic. Celeborn resisted with difficulty, and was tortured throughout the whole process, never gaining the upper hand.
He put away the black flame sword, shook his head and said: "You go, go to Aman, don't go back to Middle-earth."
"What's the meaning?"
"I just want to see if you are worthy of her. Now it seems that you are far worse than me, even worse than Gandalf."
Russell sighed, with a look of hesitation caused by love, and said melancholy: "But I know this, but still can't change anything. If I really kill you, I won't be able to see her in the future."
Celeborn just calmed down and immediately exploded. Although he could not explain Nanya, the Ring of Water, he still said that Russell was pure nonsense. His wife was innocent and pure, and would not be exposed to anyone outside behind his back.
That being said, looking at Celeborn's angry expression, I somewhat believed it.
Russell had no interest in Celeborn at first, but when he saw that his goal was achieved, he waved his hand and threw him out of the canopy of death.
Hurry to Aman and ask Galadriel for an explanation. If you don't explain clearly, this day will be gone.
He turned his palm, and there was a shiny Water Ring Nanya in his hand. He squeezed it into pieces with a little force.
"Humph, let's see how you explain it to your husband!"
Looking at the battlefield of the white-robed mage again, Russell took out a famous book with pictures and texts from behind his buttocks, and made a cameo appearance in the off-site broadcast: "Saruman gasped and fell into Gandalf's arms. At this time, Saruman's eyes were like lace, The warm lips were slightly open, and a fragrance like orchid was emitted..."
The effect was average. The two white robes turned a deaf ear and held back bad moves to kill each other. Russell made himself so sick that he couldn't continue talking.
He threw away the famous book and watched the fight among the white robes. He was not eager to join in. He always felt that something was missing.
"What is it, a heavy sword or a war hammer?"
After a moment, he suddenly realized that it was soap. One piece of soap was missing.
The fate of the two white robes conformed to the saying of fate. The white robes did not disappear, but were transferred from one person to another. In the same way, this battle must be tricky.
Thinking of this, Russell took it out and murmured: "Where do you put it? I remember there is still some, is it all used up?"
Unable to find any field control props, Russell had no choice but to rub one on the spot.
"Damn it, it's about to happen again. It feels so bad to break your promise again and again..."
"What, did you turn it off last time?"
"That's okay!"
Having stabilized his character of keeping his word, Russell felt greatly relieved. He turned over the prop and threw it towards the two white robes:
"Look at the soap."
The style of the painting changed drastically on the spot. The two white-robed mages threw away their swords and staffs uncontrollably, and started fighting on the ground with their buttocks sticking out.
"Gandalf, you damn gray cloak, let go now, you can't fight me."
"White robe! It's white robe!!"
On this day, the two white-robed mages remembered the fear of being dominated by soap.
