Chapter 234 The Fourth Ring Spirit

"The fight is about to start!" Roland raised his brows as he looked at the fighting qi that was constantly erupting over there.

"It seems that Ormsk is killing quite crazy over there... Isn't he afraid of scaring away the orcs?" Kasluo grinned and looked at Ormsk who was throwing big moves over there and said helplessly. That guy was afraid of the orcs. Don’t you know there is a sixth level here?

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"Dripela~" Fine blood drops slowly slid down Ormsk's armor and dripped on the wet ground.

"Bah!" As the iron boots were stepped on, the blood that seeped into the soil immediately surged out and covered the soles of the feet.

Looking at the piles of corpses around, you can tell how many wolf cavalry Ormsk just killed! The corpses of hundreds of wargs mixed with orcs spread throughout the forest centered on where Ormsk stood. Countless large trees as thick as one arm were broken by Ormsk's violent fighting spirit, and their thick trunks were scattered. In one place, Ormsk actually cleared a vast open space in the dense forest.

"Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click," the grinding sound that made people feel sour came from the dark night, and a disgusting smell of decay slowly spread.

"Damn it! Do you really think no one can punish you?" A voice like a broken bellows came out from the dark night, which made people feel chilly.

"Hidden head and tail exposed, get out of here!" Ormsk's sword turned and struck down with a heavy slash, and the fierce battle energy flames shot towards the shadow somewhere.

"Boom!" A dark shield suddenly opened to block Ormsk's attack. The two energies collided and quickly set off a shock wave, uprooting all the surrounding trees...

"The Nazgul?" Ormsk looked surprised.

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"Sixth level!" Kaslo raised his head suddenly and said with some heart.

"There are still six levels of half-orcs?" Roland opened his mouth wide as he looked at the terrifying energy shock wave. According to his understanding of the plot, the only six-level half-orcs are Azog! Even his son Bolger is only a fifth-level general. If Gambada Fortress still has a sixth-level warrior, it is impossible that he will not appear during the Battle of the Five Armies!

"Maybe it's not the sixth level of Orc..." Kaslo's eyes flashed with cold light, and the hand holding the sword was ready to move. If he hadn't considered protecting Roland, he would definitely have to see it at this moment.

"The Ringwraiths! Rumor has it that there are Ringwraiths entrenched in Gambada Fortress! The place is filled with death and mourning... No living person can get close!" Bahrain's melodious voice sounded.

"It's no longer a rumor!" Kaslo twisted his stiff neck and laughed dryly.

"You mean the Ring Spirit?" Roland's expression changed.

"Obviously, no one can make such a big noise except those degenerates who devote themselves to death!" Kaslow calmly looked at the shaking scene on the mountainside in the distance and sighed.

"Then... can Ormsk win?" Roland asked anxiously. He didn't want anything to happen to his only sixth-level hero. Any injury would make Roland extremely distressed.

"Look at which ring spirit is on the other side..." Kaslo shook his head. If the Witch King of Angmar comes in person... Kaslo is ready to lead Roland to run away. As for the remaining soldiers... I can only hope for happiness.

"Wait, there will be results!" Kasluo sighed and quietly placed the dragon flute in the most convenient position.

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"Garbage! Do you only know how to dodge?" Ormsk mocked after slashing the air with his sword.

"Haha, my greatness cannot be understood by a mortal like you! Accept the sanctions of the fourth natural disaster! The flow of death!" The Ring Spirit suddenly appeared and tore it apart with both hands, and the space around Ormsk was suddenly stretched open. Come, waves of strong suction and rich evil spirit force crazily penetrated into Ormsk's body.

"Light! Bright! Ceremony! Praise!" Ormsk punched the ground, and suddenly waves of bright fighting energy bloomed around him, as if a scorching sun had risen in the dark night.

"Your attacks are ineffective against me!" Ormsk slowly stood up, murderous intent surging out of his eyes.

"Really? I am the great fourth Nazgul—Amorasso! How can you understand my greatness! How can you know how terrifying we are!" There was a faint trace of soul in Amorasso's eye sockets. The fire was beating violently, showing the unrest in his heart.

"Haha, I've killed too many rats who are boring and self-consciously interesting, rotten and consider themselves noble, and rats hiding in darkness! I wonder if you will become one of them?" Ormsk's sword was pointed straight at Amorazo.

"Seriously, you're not as good at fighting as Khamur. Well, I've been playing with you for so long! It's time to end!" Ormsk thought he had figured out the offensive routine of the fourth Nazgul Amorazor, and finally The bloody fangs were exposed.

"In the name of champion! Charge!" Ormsk, who summoned the abyss war horse, replaced the sword in his hand with lightning speed, pointed his straight lance at Amorasso, and then charged fiercely.

"Kacha!" The sound of broken bones came from Amorasso's ribs, and a sharp spear point had already penetrated his body.

"Purify the evil spirits!" Ormsk poured in the battle energy flames with an expressionless face, and the battle energy that was completely transformed into bright battle energy poured into Amorasso's body along the lance.

"Ouch!" As if being burned by the scorching sun, Amorasso let out a shrill scream, and the scream spread far away in the silent night sky...

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"Is Ormsk killing pigs?" Roland shrank when he heard the piercing screams.

"No! He severely injured the Nazgul!" Kaslo had a smile on his face.

"So he's going to win? That's awesome! He's worthy of being my sixth-level hero, Lagrand!" Roland suddenly grinned.

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"You! Damn it!" Amorasso swung away the lance that had pierced his ribs with a sword. After a few leaps, he disappeared into the darkness, and soon emerged from the shadows of another place.

"Your ability is the power of darkness, right? You didn't die just now, tsk tsk tsk! You were able to use the night to share your own damage in a hurry. Do you deserve to be called a Nazgul?" Ormsk taunted.

"Bastard! I will kill you! I will embed your skull in the breastplate of my dream demon!" Amorazo cursed fiercely.

"Okay, who can't say something harsh?" Ormsk tilted his head and looked at Amorazo's childish performance.

"You will regret it! Foreigner! One day I will bury you! Your pride and light will be destroyed together with the kingdom behind you!" Amorasso had already decided to give up, after all, he was attacked by a sneak attack , was seriously injured. Even with the blessing of the night, he was still unable to defeat this weird human hero. This thief six hero who played with the power of light and darkness had restrained himself tightly. He knew that he would not leave for a while. Once the sun rises, you really can’t leave!

"Want to leave?" Ormsk was stunned and immediately urged his war horse to chase after him, wanting to fight with him, but it's a pity that the Nazgul are so easy to fight with? Amorazo's faint voice was left in the wind.

"Cherish the little time you have. When our Lord returns... we will all die! We will all die! Howl as much as you like! Avoid it! Despair!"

"... Where does this lunacy come from? Is Sauron really serious about recruiting people? Can such a second-rate guy become the famous Fourth Ring Spirit?" Ormsk was simply shocked. Who gave him such talent and so much charisma? courage?