Chapter 661 I Believe I Can Fly
The boiling magma continues to spray into the air, and the hot red liquid level continues to rise, and then flows out from three huge sloping holes, leading to the workshop along the trenches reinforced by magic, heating each furnace.
The red light fills the crater, but there is one place that never shines brightly. It was a platform protruding from the mountain wall, right above the point where the lava was most surging. The hot air forms a whirlwind, and the turbulence never stops. Just on the edge of the platform, the black shadow between real and virtual forms a human shape. The tall body absorbs all the light and hope, and a man who is constantly struggling is clamped in the strong arms.
The man kept struggling. He could wave his arms and kick his feet, but his throat was tightly grasped and he couldn't say a word. The flying fists and feet drew arcs in the air, but they could not affect the black shadow at all. The shadow is like mist, it can be destroyed, but it will not be harmed. Accompanied by looming low-pitched pleas, the shadows that can never be freed and rested will always gather again.
This is the Nazgûl, a powerful human who wears the Ring of Power. Now he is the slave of the Lord of the Rings and Sauron's most loyal lieutenant. If he is willing, no living creature can see their appearance, and ordinary materials cannot block their eyes and bodies. They are dead, but not dead yet. They will always stay at that critical moment and be controlled by Sauron forever.
The dark language floated out from the terrifying figure of the Nazgul, carrying the power of a vicious curse, and then penetrated into the heart of that person. "Use fate as fuel, blow with the steam of blood, and pile up victory with flesh and bones." The Ringwraith said: "Dedicate your life to the great Dark Lord!"
He let go and threw the man down. "Haha, I can fly, idiot!" These were the man's last words before falling into the lava.
The lava boiled more and more, pillars of fire rose into the sky, and red hot liquid dripped onto the platform, condensing into gray metal blocks. The Nazgul looked around, turned and left the platform.
This platform is where Sauron made the Supreme Lord of the Rings, and it is also the only place where he can destroy the Supreme Lord of the Rings. A complex spell protects this place, and the only entrance and exit is under Sauron's vision. More than two thousand years ago, on the slopes of Mount Doom, the allied forces of humans and elves fought a decisive battle with him. Sauron, who possessed the Supreme Lord of the Rings, was unstoppable until his finger wearing the Lord of the Rings was used by Isil. The sword cuts down. Since his body had been destroyed by the power of Ilúvatar, he could not maintain his physical form after losing the Supreme Ring. After the violent explosion, his power fell to the bottom.
He failed that time, but the Supreme Lord of the Rings bewitched Isildor, and it controlled Isildor's mind on the short journey he climbed up Mount Doom to the forging platform. The king of mankind changed his original plan to destroy the Ring and took it for himself.
Thus, Demon King Sauron had a chance to breathe. While recovering his strength, he searches for the Ring. He commanded his servants to rebuild Barad-dur, the Tower of Darkness. Now, an ever-burning lidless eye floats above the black spire, looking down on the entire Mordor. The red light was Sauron's sight, and there was always a touch of red that shrouded the entrance to the forging platform of Mount Doom.
"Master, the sacrifice went well." The Nazgul knelt in the red light and said humbly. "Two outsiders who broke through space and came to Mordor have contributed their share of destiny, and the power of darkness continues to grow."
"I want more!" The high-pitched voice penetrated directly into the soul of the Nazgul, and the black shadow body shook in the vibration. "There's more, I want it! I want my army, I want to attack!"
"As you command, Lord of Darkness." The Ringwraith stood up and joined the other eight Ringwraiths. They sit in a circle and communicate directly with each other through eye contact.
"Call all the captains, war chiefs and captains, let the slaves of the south and east take action, let all the dark creatures move, let Mordor become great again!" The leader of the Nazgul, known as the Witch of Angmar The King's Strongest said: "Build the armies of the Dark King, build the chariots of the Dark King, and we will rule the world!"
The Nazgul split up, each summoning other minions of the Dark Lord to turn Mordor's war machine into action. Mount Doom is the engine of this machine, and countless orcs and various dark creatures are the gears, levers, and conveyor belts. "We're going to plunder! We're going to make what we see ours!"
Such slogans were chanted all over Mordor, and Zhao Mai also embarked on the road to Mount Doom. The orders of the Nazgul do not reach the level of centurion, and even the centurion is just a follower of the war chief and does not even have the right to speak. Zhao Mai didn't know any news, but he didn't care. He was going to visit the Doomsday Mountain anyway. If he is stopped by the captain of thousands, he will become a captain of thousands; if he is stopped by the commander, Zhao Mai will become the commander under the heavy blow of psychic powers and the strong fist of the natural force.
"What if the Ring Spirit stops you?" Xiaohua, who had regained her energy, sat on the tall back of the food reserve and looked straight into Zhao Mai's eyes. "You know that the Ringwraiths can't really be destroyed, right?"
"I am a loyal servant of the Dark Lord, how can I attack the Ring Spirit?" Zhao Mai pinched his chin: "The Commander is too close to the Ring Spirit. The War Chief is very good at this level. He can influence the situation, but he will not Too prominent."
"What if you were asked to lead an army to fight against elves and humans? Would you go?"
"To put it bluntly, I am no longer a human, so there is no psychological pressure to fight humans and elves, and the orcs were created by me." Zhao Mai thought for a while, and then added: "If I am going to fight halflings or Star Elf, that's another thing. I will definitely prevent it from happening. But my goal is also very clear. The orcs can win, and whether Sauron wins or not is none of my business."
"Didn't you also create Sauron? We must treat everyone equally!" Xiaohua said with a smile.
"This is correct, but only if he can still listen to me." Zhao Mai reached behind his back and adjusted the angle of the flagpole. As a centurion, Zhao Mai received gifts from the orcs of the settlement, his flag and flagpole. A black foot is painted on a dirty square cloth, stepping on red paint that is both fire and blood. At the same time, three splashes of blood red represent the identity of the centurion.
There is no identity card in Mordor, and various ornaments are used to mark power, status and other information. In order to be able to follow the local customs more closely, Zhao Mai asked Daryl to prepare a full set of identity documents for him, and this flag was one of his choices. In addition, Zhao Mai also has a fang necklace, an animal bone bracelet, and a scalp-tied belt. These were all things that originally belonged to the Fire Crow, but now the winner takes them all.
"Aren't we going to sacrifice the flesh and blood of the travelers to the Doomsday Volcano? Why did it erupt so quickly?" Zhao Mai was thinking about this problem along the way.