Chapter 667 What Do You Want (Monthly Ticket 800 Plus More Updates)
Opportunities abound for the orcs near Barad-dur, the Dark Tower. In addition to fighting, there is actually an arena where captains of thousands are selected through competitions. It can be seen that Duchart is still very interested in these things, and his eyes show envy from time to time. He stopped and walked, stopped in front of the camp where strongmen were selected, and looked around for a while.
Zhao Mai waited for him quietly on the side until he made up his mind to continue following the current leader. "Why don't you try it?"
"They are not as good as your leader, so naturally they are not as promising as you." Duchard scratched his bald head and said angrily: "If you can't be the best, you have to follow the best."
Who says orcs don't have intelligence? "Okay, since you said so, I will train you. As long as you can endure hardship, you will definitely become a strong one among the orcs. Whether they are afraid of you or those who love you, they will truly respect you."
After a few seconds, Duchard asked: "What is respect?"
"When I eat, I will let you eat first." Zhao Mai's explanation made the orc suddenly realize that respect was a good thing, and then he began to look forward to being respected, and even drooled from the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Mai had no time to pay attention to Dushaat's inner hope and happiness, but spent all his energy observing the Doomsday Volcano. The closer you get to this famous mountain, the more you can feel its majesty and terrifying momentum that overwhelms all things. Zhao Mai once felt a similar power on the freezing Great Wall, which was deeply rooted in the foundation of the earth and closely related to the fate of the entire world. The Great Wall is cold, and Mount Doom gathers all the forces of destruction, cruelty, and burning to form this never-exhausting furnace.
The Great Wall only absorbs the power of hundreds of miles of surrounding land, while the Doomsday Volcano radiates the entire Mordor, and even continues to extend outward. In terms of strength comparison, even if the Great Wall is larger, if it is thrown into the Doomsday Volcano, it will be burned into steam without any accident and turn into a cloud floating in the sky, with almost no impact on the volcano. The eruption continues.
In addition to the majestic power of destruction, a defensive fortress was built at the foot of Mount Doom. An elite army of orcs guarded the place, and the Ringwraiths personally stood guard. Along the way to the Mount Doomsday, especially in the direction leading to the forging platform, there are all kinds of terrible spells, watching eagerly to guard against any possible intruders. These powers can't stop a strong man like Zhao Mai, but the strong will of the dark world is the real enemy.
The dark power here has been distorted by Sauron's will, and continues to exude malice, whether it is against the light or the dark side. Some distance away from the foot of the mountain, Zhao Mai felt oppressed and had to slow down and make adjustments. And Duchard even needs to take a break after taking a few steps to calm down before he can muster the strength to move forward again. If you muster the strength to fight it, it can easily lead to an annihilation effect. Even if Zhao Mai can't be burned to death, he will definitely be exposed, which is not what he wants.
On the other hand, Reserve Grains and Little Flowers are "not deeply involved in the world" and do not have much power in either darkness or light, so they are less repulsed and appear to walk easily. If this is the case, they cannot be brought to the Nazgul to avoid their attention. Zhao Mai found a corner, kicked out a shallow pit with his feet, and asked the reserve grain and Xiaohua to hide in it and wait for him to come back.
The Karn Tower is right in front. Although it is where the Nazgul live, its height and scale are very shabby, not as tall as the Fire Crow Centurion's turret. There are not many guards here, only a few goblins standing guard and serving. They all wore collars around their necks and were chained to the pillars of the Karn Tower, like leashed dogs. Every goblin has been deeply oppressed by dark forces for a long time, and has been tortured to the point of mental weakness by the terrifying breath of Mount Doom and the Nazgul. Sooner or later they will break down and new service members will replace them.
"What are you doing here?" The goblin's face was covered with blood marks from scratching himself, and his pupils were dull, but he still could not forget his duty. "This is the residence of Lord Ringwraith, how dare you disturb me!"
"I am Teveldo Blackfoot, the centurion of the Nuern Plains. We captured the elves who had sneaked in. We are loyal to the Dark Lord and obey his orders and instructions, so we brought the elves here." Zhao Mai Take out Christie's pistol and show it to the goblin: "Lord the Ringwraith will definitely reward us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of Karn Tower opened, and a shadow wearing a black helmet and wrapped in black linen came out. Where the face should be, there is only an invisible shadow. An ear-tingling sound came from the armor, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, like rusty iron swords rubbing against each other. "Send it up!"
The Ringwraith puts great pressure on people, and the aura on its body is exactly the same as that of the Doomsday Mountain behind it. Zhao Mai only felt as if he was surrounded by flames spouted by a giant dragon. He had to remain in awe at all times. Only by obeying tremblingly could he survive.
All these are the feelings brought to him by the will of the dark world, floating on the surface of the body and isolated from his independent consciousness. However, in order to "go with the flow" and better disguise himself, Zhao Mai bent down, untied the package from behind, and presented Christie's things in front of the Ring Spirit.
Duchard followed suit and took off the shroud. No matter how beautiful she was when she was alive, she will no longer be able to look back after being photographed and put through the process of corruption. The surrounding goblins showed expressions of disgust and disgust, but due to the pressure of the Nazgul, their feet were nailed to the ground motionlessly.
"Okay, very good!" The voice of the Nazgul expressing joy is still a kind of torture to others, "Another one!"
Another one? Zhao Mai listened and remained calm. "Willing to serve the great Dark Lord!"
"Who killed her?" The Nazgul swept over the two orcs, and then walked towards Duchart: "Yes, you performed well. Do you want more power?"
"I think." Duchart nodded. He looked at Zhao Mai, and then added: "It's mainly because of the Blackfoot leader's ability that I finally had the chance to kill her."
The Ringwraith didn't say anything, and a black smoke floated into Duchard's nostrils, reaching his limbs and bones through breathing and blood circulation. Black patterns appeared on his skin, his body became stronger, and his eyes became more ferocious.
"Get up, your service is satisfactory. You already have the power of a thousand captains. Now choose an army to join and open up more territories for Mordor!" said the Nazgul. He immediately turned to Zhao Mai, and his invisible eyes glanced at the black flag for a while, and then asked: "As for you, loyal orc, what do you want? Strength or power?"