Chapter 721 No One can...what?

Zhao Mai's appearance was obviously beyond the expectations of the Ring Spirit, but he did not stop his original movements because of the fist. The powerful Witch-King of Angmar has sensed the breath of the Supreme Lord of the Rings. As long as he catches it, he can find this treasure for his master!

The method of besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao seems useless to those who are not afraid of death or injury. Zhao Mai hit the Nazgul's black cloak with a punch, but there was nothing underneath. The impact caused by the fist penetrated the Ring Spirit without any hindrance, directly interrupting the rushing flood of Xiangshui River. In an instant, a big wave soared into the sky, and then hit the people on the west bank of the river head-on. Not only the Nazgul and Ghost Horses were washed away, but the Elves, Humans and Halflings also staggered around, suddenly rushed away from the battlefield, rolled to the west bank of the forest and stretched out, and the light of the torches disappeared.

"The hope of mankind ends here." The iron hand was already on Frodo.

A dog's mouth suddenly appeared and bit hard on the iron glove! The teeth pierced the steel, severing the joints and causing the Nazgul's gauntlets to twist abnormally. Frodo escaped from the Nazgul's iron grasp and fell limply to the ground. He had completely lost consciousness, and his spirit began to enter the world of the dead.

The Witch King of Angmar roared angrily, becoming darker, more terrifying and evil. Its body swelled with endless evil will, and its cloak and steel crown were shrouded in murderous aura. The place where the head and body should be is empty, only the eyes are flickering with strange firelight: "You are actually standing between the Ring Spirit and his prey. You have to know that no one in this world can kill me!"

"That's right!" Zhao Mai gritted his teeth and performed natural transformation! The evil power of darkness and the good power of light are integrated into one body, with a strong body and an uncontested personality perfectly integrated. A giant panda, the likes of which Arda had never seen before, stood between the Nazgul and the One Ring. "So as long as you are not a human being, I can kill you! What do you have to be proud of?"

"What is this?" The Nazgul answered with an old punch. Zhao Mai punched out with both fists too fast. It wasn't just a certain person, but everyone present didn't see it clearly. After one set, there was no sound, no vibration, and no effect.

"The art of transformation is meaningless. You are still a human being inside and cannot hurt me."

"But I haven't been human for a long time, and my dog ​​told me how to beat you." Zhao Mai said, "So, you are dead."

These words seemed to have infinite magic power, and the body of the Nazgul disappeared with these words. Nothing was left, either the steel armor or the black cloak. The evil dark aura lost its attachment and rose into the sky, then quickly fled to the southeast.

Reserve Liang screamed in pain, covering his mouth and rolling on the ground. The power of the Witch-King's curse spreads from its mouth, vowing to take the life of anyone who offends. The reserve grain has a unique bloodline, and has not missed every immortality potion meeting, so it will not die, but it will also suffer more torture.

Zhao Mai's condition is not very good either, and the power of the curse spreads upward along his fists. This is an application method of the power of the world's will. It is not a disease or poison that can only be dealt with by the world's will. But if there is no confrontation, there are other ways. Zhao Mai used his psychic powers to make a knife and cut off both arms directly from the elbow.

The power of the curse wrapped the severed arm and fell to the ground, and Zhao Mai first turned into an element and then back into human form. Using the restorative effect of the natural force in this process, coupled with Tarrasque's regeneration ability, he had regained his intact body. Arms.

"A Liang, let me show you!" Zhao Mai hurriedly squatted down and looked at the blue-faced dog. The shape of the mouth cursed by the power of darkness has become distorted, becoming ferocious, evil, and weird. The food reserve is like a crocodile's mouth with shark and hippopotamus teeth inside. It looked at Zhao Mai with tears in its eyes, and gently scratched Zhao Mai's arm with its claws.

"It won't work to cut off and then use regeneration. Cut off half of your head and you will die. You are not a Z-worm. The regeneration ability of Tarrasque's immortality medicine is not as effective on you as on me." Zhao Mai will reserve Liang hugged her and said, "I know it hurts a lot. Just be patient. I know someone can treat you. It will be fine. This curse can't kill you."

Reserve Food whined, resting his chin on Zhao Mai's shoulder, drooling non-stop, feeling that he was particularly aggrieved as a dog that "saved the fate of mankind". Xiaohua also came out and patted his head to comfort him.

"Ah, by the way, there's one lying on the ground." Zhao Mai finally spotted Frodo. "Hey, someone come and help, this kid is going to die!"

It was only then that the people on the west bank ran back to the river dripping wet. The Xiangshui River has returned to calm and the water flow has slowed down, so a group of people quickly waded over. First there was a tall and straight male elf with dazzling and beautiful blond hair and bright and keen eyes. He rushed ashore, knelt down quickly, and laid his hand on the left side of Frodo's chest.

"Ah..." The stiff halfling took a sharp breath, and his heart regained some vitality. He still hadn't woken up, but he wasn't going to continue his slide toward death just yet. The elf stood up holding Frodo and nodded to Zhao Mai: "Thank you for your help. I am Glorfindel. Excuse me..."

Zhao Mai quickly recalled that the huge wave he set off with a punch should have knocked them all away. It was impossible to see him transform into a panda and fight afterwards. The Witch King Angmar was beaten to death by him and would not come back to testify against him. Frodo was in a coma throughout the whole process and knew nothing. So he sent forth the phantom of the Elf, and said: "Great Lord of the Golden Flower, I am Celebrimbor, sinner of the Elves."

"Celebrimbor! There is indeed a reason why you did not go to Valinor!" Glorfindel nodded slightly in greeting, and then said: "No, it was Sauron who committed the crime. Your mistake has been confirmed by your bravery. And offset. Come, follow me, this is not the right place, Elrond is waiting for us ahead."

Zhao Mai held the dog, Glorfindel held the halfling, followed by Aragorn, Sam, Pippin and Merry, then Zeratul, the Thrandis brothers and sisters, and several horses. They followed a moss-covered white gravel path next to the river valley, meandering along the mountain wall. After turning around two woods, they finally saw Rivendell, the elven forest valley.

Warm and soft light shines on the treetops. It is filled with the fragrance of trees and flowers. It is full of vitality without going too fast, and a peaceful atmosphere full of hope surrounds everyone. The pain and sorrow were isolated from the valley, and the food reserves with mouths swollen like sausages raised their heads, forgetting the pain, and looked around curiously.

The white gravel road forked ahead. One leads to the elves' palace on the mountainside, and the other leads down to the river. On the green grass beside the gurgling water, many elves were singing and playing, enjoying a carefree and happy time. Elrond, the Elf King, was waiting for them on the way to the palace. He was smiling, but there was a trace of sadness in his brows.