How to break into a ring

"What was that just now?" The dwarves carried axes and climbed down the slope full of rubble.

Without Fay's urging, they all felt that something was wrong.

The air is suffocating, worse than the feeling of being trapped in the tunnel just now.The black crow huddled motionless in the tree hole, the trickling stream flowing through the valley gradually dried up, and those big snails that liked to move slowly along the rocks fell one by one, they shrank their fat meat feet into their shells, followed Pebbles are mixed into a pile.

"Come on, we'd better get out of the Lonely Mountain before dawn! Don't be left behind—oh!"

There were two dwarves who didn't see the way clearly in the dark night, stepped on the ground and rolled down the slope.

"Haha...Huh?"

The dwarf, who laughed at his companion, suddenly swayed here and there, fell to the ground, and crushed several large snail shells.

Seeing the stones rolling down, Fay felt something was wrong and hurriedly grabbed a small tree beside the slope so as not to fall.The lonely mountain was shaking violently, and the roar of the giant dragon kept ringing.

A flame rushed out from the top of the mountain, and the flames formed a pillar, illuminating the dark night sky.

"What happened?" The dwarves smashed their ax into the ground, holding the handle of the ax with both hands, barely holding on to the spot, and stones rolled down continuously, knocking them down and shouting desperately.

"Could it be two dragons fighting?"

"That flying little black thing? It's not enough for Smaug!"

"Hold on—all hold on, if we roll, we'll be buried alive by these rocks!"

So a row of dwarves hung on the slope, and amidst the terrifying roar of the giant dragon, they still insisted on counting—counting from top to bottom according to the hanging position.

"12... 12! Not one less... Ah, sorry I forgot myself, 13!! There are quite a few of us, and the ones who rolled down before are fine..." The dwarf's voice was interrupted by Smaug's mournful howl Cover it.

Fay looked up immediately.

The flames seemed to be erupting from the cave in the dragon's lair. The hall built by the dwarves was 50 meters high. This scene, which was more spectacular than fireworks, proved that the entire roof of the hall had collapsed in half.

Could it be that Smaug couldn't beat the Nazgul?

The Nine Ring Spirits are just Sauron's subordinates... Could it be that after the Ring Spirit mount is upgraded, the combat power can also be upgraded?

Fay suddenly thought of a bad answer.

——The power of the Lord of the Rings is increasing, and similarly, the strength of the Nine Rings is also rising!

Fay didn't wonder why the Ringwraiths flew over his head just now and didn't notice him. The impression they left on him was too deep-rooted. In the original story, unless the hobbit wore the Lord of the Rings, the Ringwraiths would not be able to see him. Even hovering overhead or riding past the hollow tree where the hobbit hid could not be spotted.

Choking black smoke filled the night sky.The air was too dry and hot, the pillars of fire sprayed down, those sparks were like a torrential rain, and the trees burned one after another.

Half the sky is illuminated.

Fay tried to take a step back, and then he found that the entire slope seemed to be collapsing downwards, and it had tilted from the original forty-degree slope to seventy degrees.

Could it be a landslide?

The tree that Fay was holding was hit by rocks several times, and the tree began to slowly tilt.

At this moment, one after another, burnt branches rolled down, and the hair and beards of the dwarves also caught fire. One was particularly unlucky, and the burning branch happened to be drawn on the back of his hand. Go down a few meters.

Fortunately, his companion suddenly reached out and caught his beard.

"Wizard... you have to think of a way, try any spell, we can't hold it anymore!"

"..."

The problem is, he's not a wizard!

Fay was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. After he recovered from his poor contact with the world, let's see what happened to him! !First of all, being washed by the flood, drifting in Changhu Town in the dark dense forest can kill half of life, and then the evil dragon burned Changhu Town, but luckily it was not burned to death... Now it's a landslide again?

"Stop!" Fay yelled.

Strange, why is the Dark Word of Mordor useless?

Could it be that the ring spirits have been upgraded as a whole so that they can ignore the imprisonment of the Lord of the Rings?

The sky was already dyed fiery red, and Smaug's huge body finally appeared in the night. It flapped its wings as if fleeing for its life, but flew crookedly.

A large amount of high-temperature steam gathered into dense clouds, shining over the lonely mountain.

As Smaug flew, he kept spitting out flames from his mouth.

In this dazzling and bright golden-red flame, a thick black chain suddenly swung out, wrapped in flames, and smashed hard on Smaug. Dozens of beautiful precious stones and gold with bright red dragon blood Falling off Smaug's belly, the dragon groaned and almost fell headfirst.

Obviously, the Nazgul did not intend to kill the dragon, otherwise he would have attacked the space in Smaug's left chest.

"All my rings are in the treasure pile... You win, take whatever you want!!" Smaug yelled, struggling.

This time the sharp sword pierced through the flames and pierced Smaug's right wing.

Smaug hissed, and the spurting blood extinguished the burning trees below.Its huge body smashed all the way along the crown of the tree for a long time, and the solid oak trees were broken one after another.

The dwarves have been dumbfounded.

A drop of blood flew far away, just splashing on Fay's face.

A sharp pain appeared like a fire, and the dwarf closest to Fay was so frightened that he almost rolled down his hands. He stammered, "Wizard...you are injured, your face..."

The dragon's blood dripped slowly, and three red marks appeared on Fay's face, and the marks became deeper and deeper. In addition, the red eyes were more dazzling than the golden red flames covering the night sky!

Fay didn't hear what the dwarf was saying at all, and the sharp pain in his left foot came again.

At this time, a black shadow flew over the slope, and Smaug suddenly turned over when he fell, and pulled out a small tree with his claws, and threw Fay, who was hanging on the tree, on his back.

Smaug stomped hard on the ground with his two hind legs, and took advantage of the slope's terrain to fly powerfully again.

It raised its head and roared loudly: "Undead riding a poor black reptile! You can defeat me, and you can take all the gold coins and jewels, but the descendants of Glaurung, who destroyed Nargothrond, will never fight against anyone but the master." Yield to any darkness outside!"

Silence fell after the flames.

There was no attack, no shadows, only the suffocating horror of darkness.

Fay suddenly realized that his sanity became clear, as if a layer of shackles had been thrown off, he slowly stood up from Smaug's back as if being controlled by something, and the strong wind and flames whizzed past him.

Smaug flapped his wings sharply, and the flames were swept away.

The cold armor is covered with a thick black robe, the scattered sparks seem to be swallowed by endless darkness, and the sharp black crown is exactly the same as that worn on the head of the white smoke-like Witch King of Angmar.

Beneath the crown is the shadow of nothingness, the face of the Ringwraiths.

The shadow under the black cloak was facing this side, as if motionless looking at the golden-red dragon flying in the night, and the person on the dragon's back.

"Clang." The ring spirit made a squeezing sound as it held the black rein's iron-armored fingertips.

This small sound.I don't know why, but it is very clear, and Fay can still hear it after a long distance.

Looking closely, it can be seen that the Nazgold's mount is indeed very different from that of a giant dragon. Except for the spread black wings and thick limbs, this creature's head is as thick as its neck, and it dare not open its eyes when facing Smaug Open, only relying on the terrifying darkness that enveloped his body to shuttle through the firelight.

"Damn guy!"

Smaug said to Fay angrily: "Your prediction is correct! Sauron is also trying to get my treasure... until I die in battle and lie down on the ground, they will never get it from the dragon." Any benefit!"

"..."

No, actually Sauron and the Ringwraiths only want the Ring.

"I saw that you are still chasing those dwarves, there is no need now... Help me expel this hateful undead, or be buried in the lonely mountain with the last dragon!"

Although Fay can't control his body, his consciousness is very clear.

This ring spirit should be the Witch King of Angmar...just one, and I haven't seen the other eight.

If he didn't kill the Witch King of Angmar today, the Nazgold would not be able to get rid of them no matter where he hid in the future by virtue of his sensitivity to the Lord of the Rings!If he couldn't kill the Ringwraith with the power of Smaug today, should he pin his hope on the unknowable fate of this world?

Smaug slapped his belly hard, abruptly pulled off the golden scabbard inlaid with many precious stones, and threw it to Fay with his wings.

Seeing the shadow of the scabbard passing across the night sky, Fay wanted to stretch out his hand, but suddenly it was dark again, and a deafening voice emerged from the depths of his memory.

——You choose to change, you choose to fight... This is the biggest mistake.

——The source of everything you see in the end is still here with me, and all changes can only prove that what I created is correct, and it will far exceed your imagination.

This is not the voice of the Witch-King of Angmar! !

Fay immediately broke free from the darkness, and his red eyes suddenly opened.

With a roar, Smaug rushed forward and bit off the neck of the Nazgul mount with one bite. The black and red blood spurted wildly turned into a thick barrier.

In the next second, the barrier was pierced.

The precious golden scabbard was thrown from the sky, and when Fay recovered his senses, he found that the sword in his hand had stabbed deeply in the middle of the ring spirit's empty face.

The Ringwraith had already kicked off the dead mount and stamped hard on Smaug's head.

The dragon's wings fluttered weakly, and fell from the sky in a daze.

Fay couldn't draw the sword out, and at the same time he felt a dark force gradually flow from the blade to the Nazgul, and the sharp pain in his left foot and the burning sting on his face disappeared.

They stood firm as Smaug fell so fast.But the iron sword made by the dwarves first had numerous cracks on the blade, and finally it collapsed in pieces.

Fay finally couldn't control himself and fell back holding the empty hilt.

"Bang!" Smaug fell hard on his half-collapsed lair, and the Lonely Mountain collapsed at last.

Dawn appeared in the east, and the night was extremely long.

When Fay got up from the ground, under the light of the morning light, he happened to see the figure of the Ringwraith gradually twisting, and a thick black smoke emerged from the mask of nothingness. The Ringwraith said something in a vague and deep voice but Fay only heard the second half of the sentence: "...very happy."

What's so nice?The Ring Spirit is killed by the Lord of the Rings, the Holy White Council will be happy?

Before Fay could understand, he saw that the Nazgold's armor and black robe were burned by an invisible flame, and disappeared in an instant, only the black iron crown rolled to the ground.

"..."

After standing still and staring at the crown for a long time, Fay remembered Smaug, and hurried around in front of the dragon's head.

Smaug was still emitting black smoke from his nostrils and spitting out high-temperature steam from his mouth. It seemed that he was not dead.

Wonder what happened to those dwarves?

Fay looked down the dilapidated hillside, completely dumbfounded this time.

Those countless gold coins and jewels collapsed along with the collapsed isolated mountain, filled the valley, rolled into the long lake, and reflected magnificent light in the dawn light.

The gray-robed wizard Gandalf, who had just arrived in Changhu Town, happened to see this amazing scene.

The people of Changhu Town were overjoyed. They sang an ancient song and rushed to meet the dwarves who were all tattered and dreamy: "The king under the mountain...his wealth is as bright as the sun, and his silver is as bright as the sun. Like a fountain, his river is golden! The river from the mountains is golden..."

Fay: This is the most valuable mudslide in the world!