Start with the Lord of the Rings

The night was getting darker.

In the dark woods.

Morgan stopped decisively and stood alone in front of a group of black knights chasing after him.

Behind him, there was a moment of hesitation when he heard that Uncle Morgan told him to escape first.

There was nothing Frodo could do to leave Uncle Morgan to face the danger alone.

But he also knew that staying behind would not only be useless, but would also drag the other side down.

"Frodo, run!"

When Frodo was a little behind, Sam cried out at once.

"coming!"

Knowing that the time was urgent, Frodo immediately made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and then strode up to catch up with Sam, running towards the pitch-black woods ahead.

rear.

The extremely fast Nazgul had already caught up.

"what"

"what"

A shrill, ear-piercing shriek echoed through the woods as the Nazgul approached quickly.

Looking at the humans blocking the way in front of them, the Nazgul immediately drew out their black long swords and charged at Morgan with a shriek.

Morgan's face was stern and his hands moved quickly. He took off his longbow and arrows and took the bow and shot it towards the Nazgûl who was running at the forefront.

"Whizzing."

The two arrows roared away with a shattering sound.

next second.

The heads of the two Nazgul who were in the lead in the two arrows were covered by the hoods of the large black robes.

It's just that the two Nazgûl who were hit by the arrow were slightly shaken, but there was no other reaction.

The Nazgul that was shot continued to charge forward as if nothing had happened.

The screeching grew louder.

Looking at the Nazgul Morgan who is getting closer and closer, he is not disappointed.

He was already prepared for the arrival and identity of these monsters in his heart, and the two arrows just now were just a test.

Mind a move.

Another three arrows suddenly appeared in Morgan's hands.

The longbow was instantly drawn into a full moon.

Three arrows shot out.

"whoosh whoosh"

The arrows swiftly roared towards the approaching Nazgul.

so close.

With Morgan's current bow and archery, it is impossible to miss.

next second.

The three arrows hit the heads of the tall black horses under the three Nazgul who were rushing in front of them with incomparable accuracy, their eyes emitting scarlet rays of light.

"Sorry"

The three tall black horses that were hit immediately roared in pain.

Even if it is an evil dark horse after being transformed, the severe pain in the fatal eye area is simply unbearable for the dark horse.

Just for a moment.

The leading three tall dark horses stomped wildly at almost the same time.

However, the Nazgul, who were very familiar with their exclusive mounts, were still not dismounted from their horses.

Although these dark horses have been transformed by evil, their physique and strength have improved to a certain extent.

But they are still horses, still flesh and blood.

The Nazgul can not be afraid of physical attacks, it does not mean that their mounts are also good.

After being shot in the eye, the dark horse stomped wildly, and then fell to the ground one by one.

The three Nazgul on their backs were finally thrown off their horses at this time.

Although the Nazgul who followed closely behind the three Nazgul in front would not directly hit the dark horse that fell to the ground and blocked the way.

But the speed was immediately stopped.

The three Nazgul who fell to the ground quickly rolled over and stood up.

One of them was tall, covered in armor, and shrouded in black robes, as if he was the head of the Nazgul.

Immediately after he got up, he said sharply to the group of Nazgul who stopped behind him: "Kill that human!"

"Others, chase!"

A hoarse, shrill horror sound fell.

Except for the two Nazgul who were also shot to death by their mounts just now.

The other six Nazgul who were still riding on horses immediately took orders to bypass here, and continued to chase from both sides towards the front.

"bang bang bang"

The sound of hooves quickly disappeared.

Morgan couldn't do anything this time.

There are as many as nine Nazgul in front of him.

He didn't think to stop them all, and it was rare to be able to stop them all at once to buy a certain amount of time for Frodo and Sam to escape.

Now look at the two little hobbits themselves.

And Morgan himself is about to meet three of the nine most powerful Nazgul under the Dark Lord Sauron.

Among them, the Witch King of Angmar, who is like the head of the Nazgul.

The night was getting darker.

In the dark woods.

The three Nazgul shrouded in black robes walked slowly forward with long swords in hand.

Look at the three ring spirits that are constantly approaching.

Morgan looked very calm and hung the longbow on his back.

Immediately, he reached out and pulled out the high elf sword from his waist.

There was nothing unusual about this sword that would actively emit a light blue light in the face of the Orc Trolls.

But even without the light of the sword.

The darkness of night also had no effect on Morgan.

Because over the years, it may be because of the strengthening of the system, or because it has experienced too many night battles.

Morgan is now basically able to have night vision.

For him at night, except for the lack of distinct colors, there is no other difference.

The three ring spirits kept approaching.

Morgan also walked slowly forward with the elf sword in hand.

The distance between the two sides is rapidly narrowing.

Finally, Morgan got his hands on it.

"charge!"

The moment the special skill was activated, Morgan's body speed soared with his sword in hand.

Like a gust of wind, the Nazgul suddenly hurried away towards the front.

The Three Rings apparently never encountered such a situation.

Morgan suddenly appeared in front of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgul, with a long sword in his hand.

Not only the Witch King of Angmar immediately raised his head to express his surprise.

In the eyes of the two Nazgul behind him, the same must be in his mind at this moment.

However, there is no expression on the face of the Nazgul.

At this moment, in front of Morgan, the head of the head of the Nazgul, the large black hood, was pitch black and empty, and there was nothing.

"Dragon Power!"

The moment he jumped into the air, Morgan, who was already very familiar with the use of special skills, activated his skills once again.

At this moment, the huge energy rushing frantically from the limbs and bones of the body instantly poured into the hands.

next second.

Morgan held the elven sword in both hands and slammed into the long sword hastily raised for the head of the Ringwraith, the Witch King Angmar.

"boom!"

A loud metal crash sounded.

In the dark woods, the sparks that suddenly exploded were dazzling.

The long sword hurriedly raised in the hands of the Witch King of Angmar was slashed by Morgan's powerful sword.

With the strength of Morgan at this time, plus the blessing of the two special skills "Charge" and "Dragon Power".

With his sword, there are only a handful of melee warriors in the entire Middle-earth world that can take them head on.

Especially in a hurry.

The incomparably huge power almost instantly made the long sword in Angmar Witch King's hand unsteady, and was smashed to the ground in response.

Immediately afterwards, the elf long sword was still not exhausted, and the long sword in the hands of the ring spirit Angmar Witch King, split flying, was quickly split on the arm of the opponent holding the sword.

"click"

A harsh metal tearing sound suddenly sounded.

Morgan slashed with swords in both hands, and an arm made of full metal armor was cut off and fell to the ground.

"what"

The Witch King of Angmar, who was cut off with a broken arm, immediately retreated with a piercing scream.

The other two Nazgul behind him finally reacted at this time, and immediately swung their swords towards Morgan.

"Bang bang."

There were two loud bangs in succession.

Morgan blocked these two attacks and immediately rolled back and retreated.

at this time.

The Angmar Witch-King Nazgul, who had just chopped off his arm, suddenly let out a piercing scream.

Then, Morgan saw that the broken arm that fell to the ground immediately flew towards the screaming Witch King of Angmar as if it had heard a call.

The other party took the armor arm in the center and put it on the broken arm.

next moment.

The broken steel arm was perfectly connected to the arm of the Witch King of Angmar.

Morgan, who watched this scene, was immediately speechless.

The consumption of the two special skills he used in succession just now was not small.

Although the heart has been prepared for the terror of these Nazgul can not fear physical attack.

But seeing the other party, it was so easy and simple to connect the severed arm.

Morgan was still a little unacceptable in his heart: "How can we fight this?"

But the Nazgul don't care about the feelings of the people in front of them.

The Angmar Witch King, who was headed, quickly shook his attached arm, and then reached out and pulled out a slightly shorter black rapier from his black robe.

"kill him!"

The Witch-king of Angmar angrily held the black rapier and pointed at Morgan, screaming and screaming.

The other two Nazgul immediately rushed up with their long swords again.

Look at the three Nazgul attacking again.

Morgan did not intend to continue fighting these monsters this time.

Physical attacks are ineffective against them.

Then try a mental attack instead.

Seeing the Three Nazgul rushing towards him, Morgan launched a special technique again: "Spiritual shock!"

At this moment, a mental energy invisible to the naked eye quickly gathered and condensed. Following Morgan's thoughts, it was immediately divided into three smaller strands, and then shot straight at the three ring spirits attacking in front of him.

next second.

Regardless of whether it is at the forefront of the Angmar Witch King.

Or the other two Nazgul who followed closely behind.

At this moment, they all stopped, and then a shrill scream came out of their mouths.

"what"

"what"

The three ring spirits held their heads at the same time and screamed in pain.

It was a very uncomfortable sound to hear.

This moment became extraordinarily harsh.

Morgan, who was not far away, changed his face and immediately covered his ears with his hands.

The screeching sound soon disappeared.

Morgan's single psychic attack skill "Psychic Shock" seems to be significantly weakened by being split into three.

At the same time, the three ring spirits, who were holding their heads in great pain, quickly returned to normal.

Only this time, facing the human beings in front of them, the three Nazgul who had recovered from the "spiritual shock" hesitated.

Immediately pick up the longsword weapon that falls on the ground.

The Angmar Witch-King, headed by him, slowly stepped back.

In front of the human beings, whether it is the strength shown by cutting off their own arms before, or the strange attacking ability just now.

It made him realize the extraordinary strength of human beings in front of him.

Their main task is to hunt down Baggins of the Shire, so as to obtain the Lord's One Ring.

Now that Baggins has run away, there is no need for him to continue to fight with the humans in front of him.

What's more, the strange attack of the opponent just now made him extremely painful.

He didn't want to continue this pointless fight.

"Walk!"

Thinking of this, the Witch King of Angmar turned decisively and ran to the rear.

The two Nazgul on the side immediately followed.

Watching the Three Ringed Spirits quickly go away and disappear into the darkness.

Morgan had no intention of catching up.

The Angmar Witch King Nazgul, headed just now, showed a powerful ability comparable to the physical immunity of an immortal body.

Morgan felt that the sword in his hand could not kill the opponent at all.

As for his special skill "spiritual shock", it may be able to hit the opponent hard, but it is also unlikely to kill the opponent.

Because he remembered the plot in his mind, as if he remembered that the other party once said that he would not die at the hands of any man.

Whether this rumor is true or not.

Morgan didn't intend to fight with each other recklessly.

With the power shown by the Witch King of Angmar, he slashed the opponent's countless swords to no avail.

And the opponent only needs to cut himself with a sword.

He will be in danger.

Because he recognized that the slightly shorter black stabbing sword that the other party took out from behind was the incomparably evil Demon Cave Sword that had appeared in the memory plot.

Morgan remembered, also in the memory plot, that the Witch King Angmar stabbed Frodo with the magic cave sword.

The evil of that sword cannot be cured by ordinary medical methods.

In the end, if it wasn't for Eldron, the elf lord of Rivendell, who was proficient in medicine, Frodo would not have survived.

If the Three Ringed Spirits didn't retreat just now, he was ready to run away.

"call"

He let out a long breath.

Look at the three ring spirits that have disappeared.

Morgan lifted his foot and walked towards the three black horses that fell to the ground in front of him.

Soon, with great interest stood in front of the corpse of one of the tall black horses.

After a quick look.

Morgan turned and strode forward in the direction in which the hobbits Frodo and Sam were fleeing.

The night was darker.

In a tall and dense crop field.

The two short figures were quickly passing through the dense forest of crops that was much taller than them.

"quick"

"Frodo!"

"This way!"

The rapid voice fluctuated.

Two flexible figures walked through the tall corn forest.

These two were naturally Frodo and Sam.

After Morgan alone blocked the group of black-robed knights chasing after him.

Frodo and Sam both rushed forward desperately.

Fortunately, on this piece of Hobbiton land, they have lived for countless years.

They are familiar with every piece of woodland, every hillside, and even every ridge here.

Even if it is pitch dark.

This also prevented the two from being caught up by the black knight behind them.

But also because it was dark.

When the two left their familiar Hobbiton farther and farther.

The speed of the two hobbits also slowed down quickly.

"Quick, Frodo"

In the tall and dense corn forest, Sam, who was leading the way, kept speaking.

"Wait, Sam"

"take a break."

"I really can't run."

Frodo said feebly and slumped on the ground, his chest heaving rapidly, panting heavily.

Sam turned his head and saw Frodo who was behind him quickly walked to the back and listened, but he didn't hear the sound of chasing.

Sam heaved a sigh of relief, and also sat down on the ground.

"call"

"call"

Sam gasped, wiping sweat from his brow.

He immediately took out the water bottle in the backpack, and instead of drinking it himself, he handed it to Frodo who was beside him.

"Grumbling."

Frodo took the kettle and took a few gulps.

Immediately hand it to Sam.

Sam just started drinking.

"I don't know how Uncle Morgan is doing now?"

Frodo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and couldn't help worrying, "Will it be dangerous?"

Sam put down the kettle, wiped the water stains on his mouth, and then said, "Don't worry, Mr. Morgan will be fine."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from a distance behind him.

The expressions of the two changed instantly.