Start with the Eye of Sauron

He is very familiar with this power, the king of darkness, the power that makes all creatures crawl and tremble.

"Sauron?"

Quietly staring at the energetic young man in front of him, Azog narrowed his eyes, he could feel that his body was suddenly filled with infinite power at this moment, and the phantom in front of him was the ruler he had been looking for all along.

"Darkness will eventually cover the earth, and all creatures will prostrate and kneel at the feet of the dark king, trembling..."

The moment Azog turned around, a scorching energy leaked from Soros' body, which made him suddenly feel extremely painful, and he was thrown to the ground by the horse, who was completely naked like burning coals.

Ma Niubi: "I'm scalding to death, my instinctive reaction..."

The snow in the snow directly melted a large pool, and Soros lay on the snow panting heavily, his mind full of low Modo language.

"Bring everything back to darkness, let everything crawl to you, enjoy everything, and enslave everything!!!"

A huge phantom, magnified infinitely in his eyes, he has lost everything else in front of him, only a giant orange-red eye, burning blazingly.

"My will only belongs to me, you are an appendage, don't want me to surrender!"

Soros fell to his knees, his eyes had turned into orange-red eyeballs.

Sauron's energy has been recovering, it has been continuously strengthening, and it has been waiting.

It never bowed to Soros, never!
"Crush all! Rule all! Slave all!"

The whisper in my mind kept echoing, becoming like a bronze bell.Soros held his head tightly, allowing the crazy Modo language to impact his soul.

Adele was frightened and at a loss. She came to Soros. As the ancestor of black magic, she was so anxious that she kept crying like a little girl. She murmured some spells and saw nothing in front of her. Soros, she cried even louder.

The battlefield fell into silence, and all the orcs stopped rushing forward, quietly feeling the pure dark energy.

It was completely dark, and people listened to the low, muffled voice, and collapsed on the ground, unable to move. King Wood stood up with force, and looked at the one lying in the snowdrift below, hugging his head tightly. Young man, trembling all over.

At this moment, Azog, with a puzzled expression on his face, rode the wolf under his seat, and slowly came to Soros.

How do fragile human beings compare with dark kings?

"Sauron?"

In front of Thoros, Azog rolled over the warg and knelt down on one knee.

King of darkness, I will surrender to you and help you create unparalleled achievements in the world!

A sharp roar pierced everyone's eardrums, Soros stood up, the phantom behind him had almost solidified, and in the giant eyes, the shadow of the dark king was slowly walking out, coming in front of Azog.

"I said, rule Middle-earth in my own way!"

A heart-piercing roar made the phantom that had already appeared suddenly dissipate, and the melancholy sound between heaven and earth disappeared invisible. People clutched their chests and stood up slowly.

The half-orcs became manic, they couldn't feel the powerful energy anymore, and beside them, the dark creatures that were prostrate on the ground started to kill frantically again.

"Humans! Why resist the coming of the dark king!"

Azog looked at Soros who had returned to normal again, and yelled out a chilling Modo language.

"Sauron is used by me, and you can only submit to me."

Soros sneered, and the magic ring on his chest began to draw clear spells.

Sauron is still resisting, and he is still pouring those breathtaking Modo words into his mind in a low voice, making himself surrender to his will.

The Lord of the Rings on the chest began to have its own consciousness, and Soros interrupted the whisper impatiently.

"I promised you to unify Middle-earth, but not in your way. If you must make me submit to your will and be enslaved by you, I will enter Modo without hesitation and completely destroy you. Burial!"

Soros looked at Azog in front of him coldly, and pulled out the ice behind him.

"Let the Orcs submit to me, and let all the creatures of Modo submit to my rule."

"Resist Sauron's will, disobey the supreme king, you are the enemy of the entire Modo, I will personally kill you for King Sauron!"

Azog raised the mace, swung his right hand fiercely, and smashed it on Thoros' chest. King Wood above the city wall was stunned when he saw this situation.

The expected scene of Soros vomiting blood and flying out did not appear. Soros stood where he was, and the hammer hit his chest hard, but he remained motionless.

"You only have this little strength? Dominate the entire Modo, serve me, leave here immediately, let the innocent human race go, I can spare your life!"

Seeing the sunken breastplate, Soros sneered, looking at the terrified Azog in front of him, Soros directly lifted it from the worg, and threw it out viciously.

The warg under Azog wanted to bite Soros, but Soros kicked him out like kicking a ball.

Not to mention the mithril armor on his body, the blood on Soros' body is the blood of the ancestor of the werewolves. The current strength of the half-orc leader is far worse than him.

Dracula alone can face thousands of troops. Although the current Soros is not as terrifying, picking up an Azog is as easy as drinking water!
The boiling werewolf blood on his body calmed Soros down. When Sauron saw Azog, he couldn't bear it anymore and came out to provoke Soros. Soros and Sauron cleaned up together.

"Drive all these things in front of me back to their hometown!"

Soros gave an order, and the army below started to move, and all attacked the group of orcs.

The weapons are excellent, and the dark creatures under him are extremely powerful. The half-orc army was smashed to pieces and lost the command of Azog. This group of half-orcs became a mess.

"Let all our cavalry rush out and help King Soros kill these monsters!"

King Wood drew out his long sword, shouted loudly, and the city gate below opened, and a large number of cavalry rushed out of the city gate, fighting with the group of half-orcs in front of him.

A great battle lasted for half a day. After half a day, there was no more standing orcs in the entire field. Everyone threw away their weapons and fell directly on the snow from exhaustion. . .