Chapter 250 The Three of Us Are Really Strong

"It's three against two now."

"Three against two?"

Suddenly a voice came from below.

"It's obviously three against three!"

Balin rushed over.

Gandalf looked at him, a little surprised: "How did you..."

"No, don't ask, Gandalf, I just came here before I had time to get scared."

"What do I do now, which one do I hit?"

"Just stay with me."

hiss--

Screams resounded over the territory, and three Nazgul set out at the same time. One of them rushed towards Gandalf, and the other two went straight to Falodan.

Obviously, they also understand Tian Ji's principle of horse racing. As long as they can kill the relatively weak Falodan first, they can concentrate on dealing with the difficult wizard.

"die!"

The terrifying figure whizzed towards me, and Falodan only had time to block one of the long swords, while the other Nazgul - an ax and hammer condensed in his hand, his scarlet eyes staring straight ahead, without any ripples, as if There was just a piece of iron in front of him, and he was the craftsman about to strike it.

It's just that Falodan is not iron after all. If it is hit hard this time, it is estimated that even the potion will not be able to save it.

In a hurry, he pulled out the dagger, quickly made defensive movements, and shifted his position, trying to minimize the damage.

At least you can't be beaten to death. As long as you don't die, you still have a chance...

"Drink!!"

Bang!

A steel ax appeared in sight, knocking the ring spirit's helmet as he tried to swing the axe, causing him to stagger.

Balin rolled to the ground, slapped his chest, and took a deep breath.

"Ha, I did it!"

He jumped up and knocked the Nazgul on the head!

This is a feat that no dwarf has ever accomplished.

The Nazgul, whose helmet had been knocked off, twisted his neck and stretched his hands behind his back as usual, but couldn't catch anything, so he had to change sides and pull out the Blade of Morgul on the other side.

Then, he rushed towards the sneak attacker who was shorter than himself.

other side.

With a click, the ancient tomb sword and Morgul's blade almost caused sparks to rub against each other. Farodan tried his best to block the Nazgul in front of him with his sword, then raised his other hand and stabbed the Nazgul's helmet. !

There was nothing in the dark helmet, like a void, but the dagger actually hit something. The touch was weird and indescribable, and it couldn't be compared with any existing substance.

If I had to use a word to describe it, it would be "taboo".

"ah--!!!"

A piercing cry erupted in front of the eyes. The Nazgul disappeared and dodged dozens of meters behind them. The soldiers along the way hurriedly jumped and rolled to both sides to avoid being hit by this thing.

"Help!"

Just when Falodan temporarily severely injured a Nazgul, a cry for help came from beside him.

Balin held his battle ax against a Morgul Blade and stared around for help.

The Nazgul he had sneak-attacked was exerting pressure on him.

"No one told me that the Ringwraith is so powerful. He is as good as the most skilled dwarf. I have never dealt with such a monster!"

As a dwarf, Balin had never fought a Nazgul, but similarly, this Nazgul seemed to have little experience fighting dwarves.

When facing rangers or humans, he can strike hard and even pull them out from almost perfect hiding spots, but when facing dwarves, he has to think a little more.

——The final conclusion was to use my super strength to crush him.

Seeing that the sword pressing against his ax was almost cutting his skin, Balin quickly looked to the left and shouted to the soldiers on one side:

"Boys over there, don't just watch, come and help!"

As soon as several soldiers were about to step forward, the Ringwraith turned to glare at them and let out a low roar. This roar immediately made several soldiers stiffen and lose the ability to walk. At the same time, their chests continued to rise and fall, and their foreheads began to sweat. , as if he suddenly got seriously ill.

Balin looked to the other side again, but before he could speak, the Nazgul followed his gaze and threatened him to the other side.

Now no one from either side dared to come.

So the scene just happened.

"Help!"

Balin shouted.

Boom!

White light exploded, and a flaming straight sword slashed over, forcing the Nazgul back.

That is Gramderin.

A gray figure appeared in front of him and stopped the Nazgul.

"Gandalf."

"You are so brave. Follow me and don't go too far."

As they spoke, another group of soldiers who had become sick due to the power of the Ring Spirits were carried away. For a time, most of the defensive force above the city gate was reduced.

Fortunately, when Gandalf came over to join the other two, the three Nazgul on the opposite side were suppressed for a while and were at a disadvantage.

"The three of us are really strong, aren't we?" Balin held the battle ax tightly and stared at the Nazgul.

There was silence around him.

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"Yes, you can keep that thought."

Gandalf answered without looking away from the Nazgul.

Obviously, without more powerful means, the Ringwraiths would not be able to break through the obstruction of the three men for the time being.

The scene was at a stalemate for a while.

Until there was a huge explosion underneath him.

bump!

The door is broken.

The giant beast roared, and the Oaks laughed ferociously and cheered. They were only happy for a second before they were dumbfounded.

I saw that behind the imposing door, there was still a wall.

The Orc leader in charge of the siege operation was so angry that his face twisted.

Although it seems to be crooked originally.

"Damn it, they don't have a door at all!"

How did these people get in?! ?

At this moment, even the Ringwraiths were annoyed by this wall.

But the situation was still serious. Although the wall and the gate had failed, a huge siege ladder had been built and was pushed forward by the trolls.

Pop!

The fireworks exploded, blocking the trolls' steps, but they did not cause much damage.

Their skin was so hard that ordinary swords might make a gap on them.

But obviously, the swords in the hands of the soldiers present were not ordinary.

Attack, defense...

"Hey!"

Just as the situation continued to stalemate, a shout attracted everyone's attention.

Farodin turned his head and said to the trainee rangers who were obviously having difficulty breathing due to fear:

"Perform better, maybe your lord will personally give you extra points!"

"What!?"

"Extra points?"

Swish, the Ringwraiths suddenly felt that many eyes stopped on them, and there was a certain desire in those eyes.

A trainee ranger panted hard and shot an arrow.

Snap!

The arrow was immediately cut off by the Ringwraith, and the remnants fell to the side.

The ranger smiled.

He launched an attack on the Ringwraiths.

Although no damage was caused, the Ringwraiths felt a bad trend.

At first, these soldiers would tremble and their eyes would be straight when they heard the screams, and they could hardly think.

But after witnessing the battle on the city wall, they seemed to gradually develop resistance.

Maybe they would still be afraid, and they would still be infected by the evil black breath and black magic, and then they would become seriously ill. Not only would it be difficult to pull the bow in their hands to aim, but they would even feel weak when walking.

But now, they can pick up swords and face the enemy. Although they are still weak, at least they are not powerless to resist.