How to break into a ring

The crescent moon on the Romanian Moor looked particularly pale tonight, with a strong ominous air about it.

Fay, who followed the tribal warriors out of the underground fortress, looked beyond the icy armor and iron spears of the cavalry beside him and looked into the distance. He found that there were dark shadows all around, and it was impossible to see how many enemies there were.

Looking at my own side, there is only a team of no more than 600 people, only half of them are wearing armor, and the rest are only crude leather armor, and the weapons are uneven.

The tribes on the wasteland are far apart from each other. Usually, the horses are raised by themselves, and the weapons are also brought by themselves.

The sudden attack of the half-orcs and chariot men left many tribes with no time to react, and not many people could escape. They withdrew to the underground fortress to regroup, and reissued weapons to distribute unowned horses. As a result, many people now The horse he was riding was not his own, and the weapon he was holding was not very convenient.

Sure enough, as Gosor said, this battle is doomed to failure.

Fay really wanted to ask Gosor how to transmit his voice to his mind, which is something normal people can't do, but in this oppressive and solemn atmosphere, he really couldn't say that it had nothing to do with the war. gossip.

When the tribal warriors rode out from the underground fortress, they did not carry torches.

Because the torch will illuminate not only the enemy, but also yourself - becoming a target in the dark night.

When his eyes adapted to the darkness, Fay finally saw the enemy hundreds of meters away.

In fact, the chariot people are very easy to identify. They are a coalition of many tribes in Eastern Loen. They also like to wear turbans, wear black leather armor, and hold iron spears. They usually drive chariots across the wasteland.

For thousands of years, they have continuously invaded the Romanian Wasteland, brought wars and massacres, and destroyed the Romanian Kingdom. They united with the Haradrin in the south and captured Minasiano, the capital of the Kingdom of Gondor at that time. They were driven back to Loen, but their reputation for brutality and war has spread throughout Middle-earth.

"There are no half-orcs..." A low voice came from the tribal warriors lined up in front.

The news lifted the spirits of many.

At least the chariot people will take away the women and children of the tribe who are unable to resist, instead of killing them all.The half-orcs are only willing to leave slaves working for them after they have completely controlled an area.

The strange sound of horns and horns whimpered.

In fact, before the war, the two sides of the battle would shout at each other, only the feud would not do this.

Fay was nervous at first, but when he saw a teenage tribal warrior next to him who was too nervous to blink his eyes, he suddenly understood what this heavy emotion was—this was not a war, but a struggle for the right to life and death.

Everything in this world, in Fay's mind, is no longer as simple as destroying the Lord of the Rings and winning the Lord of the Rings.

All races except the forces of Mordor can only choose freedom or perish.

The Lord of the Rings determines whether the shadow of Mordor will cover the land. If Fay is not the unlucky ring, he can't help but agree to throw the ring directly into the crater. There is no better way than this.

Fay's breathing became short of breath, and sweat continued to drip from his forehead. The people next to him thought he was overly nervous and didn't pay attention.

Gorsol supported Fay across the horse's back and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, it's very hot!"

Fay wanted to loosen the collar of his leather armor to breathe, but he could only hold back when he heard the whirring of war horns, and muttered softly: "It's strange, why is it so hot, it feels like being thrown on the fire to roast!"

Is this an adverse reaction to tension?

It was so outrageous that Fay felt like he was smoking hot.

The tribal warriors had launched their first charge. Under the pale moonlight, the wheels rumbled across the wilderness, the horseshoes sounded hurriedly, the bowstrings rang, and the sharp arrows and short spears made long and sharp sounds when they pierced through the air.

At first, Fay could still hear the screams, but he gradually lost his sense when he saw a tribal soldier fall off his horse.

It seemed that a magical flame was burning his body and mind. When the horse hit a black chariot head-on, a chill filled his chest. Fay raised his head in a daze and found that the chariot man was holding an iron spear , looked over in surprise.

The iron spear scraped across the leather armor, and the ill-fitting leather armor was split in two, but it didn't cause any harm to Fay.

The chariot man had no chance to figure out how he had missed, for his chariot was hit by another horse and turned over.

All the people who fell on the ground had no chance to get up. The two sides charged very fast. As long as they fell from the chariot or fell off the horse, they would be trampled to death immediately.

After the horrific collision, the bodies of many tribal warriors were hung on iron spears, but then their companions overturned the front chariot, and there were many corpses and splintered wood on the ground. Driving is not so flexible.

This is the only way to deal with the chariot people. Chasing or defending in the wasteland will never win them.Only by paying the price with flesh and blood can we exchange for the meager hope of victory.

Fay completely passively avoided the flying iron spears. When the charging team dispersed, he began to feel a little flustered. At this time, the feeling of being so hot as hell seemed to disappear, but every time he had no time to dodge, the enemy happened to attack him. Under attack or off balance, Fay quickly found Gosor.

It's not far from here.

Not looking relaxed, but not too strenuous either, Gosor's weapon was a machete, and blood was constantly spilling on his clothes and white bandages.

Fay finally understood what it was that strange feeling that came after seeing Gorsol's appearance.

Gorsol looked at the fallen tribal warriors exactly the same way he looked at the chariot men.His eyes were not deep because of the darkness, but reflected nothing at all, like an evil coldness.

Originally at a distance of three meters, with several people in between, Gosor quickly reached Fay's side.

He didn't speak, and Fay could only meet his eyes when he occasionally dodged the enemy in the melee.

It was difficult for Fay to aim at the opponent's vitals on horseback, but his occasional attacks would expose the opponent to Gosor's knife.It was a coincidence at the beginning, but it gradually changed, and more and more corpses fell around them. , Because Fay's riding skills are obviously poor, and his reactions are rusty and hasty. Anyone who fights against him thinks that he is a guy who is easy to slash. However, no matter how bumpy the horse is, Fay just doesn't fall off, and deliberately lures the opponent to move to the side of Gosor.

Fay felt that their cooperation was amazing.

He had heard of hitting it off at first sight, and sometimes meeting each other after a few words, but he had never heard of this kind of casual cooperation on the battlefield, and his feelings immediately rose. The feeling of finding out sooner...

The battlefield is gradually moving to the left, and many people can't help but follow along while fighting.

Fay didn't pay attention at first, because there were too many corpses piled up on the spot, and the horses couldn't turn flexibly, but then they ran faster and faster, and it was like fighting in a gallop, so they felt something was wrong.

"This is what the chariot people are used to. They can still throw their iron spears steadily while running wildly. As long as there is a gap next to them, they can control the balance of the chariot. No one in Middle-earth can win at this point. They." Gosor is now leaning closely next to Fay, constantly blocking the attacks from the side.

"How to stop?"

"There is no way to stop them from doing this, unless they surpass them in number!"

Now all the warriors of the wilderness tribe are trapped in a tight siege, and they can only barely support them. Once the horse's endurance is exhausted, or if they are negligent, they will fall off the horse.

At this moment, the galloping speed suddenly began to slow down. Through the sound of screaming and the collision of weapons, Fay couldn't hear the sound in the distance, but he saw the golden golden triangular flag.

"Roslorian... the elves of the Golden Forest, why did they appear here?" Gothor also reined in his horse, "That green flag, the Mirkwood is the Wood Elves..." Fay pointed to the other side, "Strange, why didn't you see the white light when the elves gathered?"

"They wear cloaks to keep out that light when they go to battle at night."

The howling of wolves gradually came out from the noise of the melee.

"Half-orcs..." Gosor's expression changed, and there seemed to be a vague anger in his voice, "These useless guys were attacked by the elves, thinking that the chariot people were in the wasteland, they fled here in a hurry Calling for help... just happened to collide with the battlefield here."

"How do you know?" Fay was curious.

"...I heard their shouts. These half-orcs retreated from Dol Guldur to the wasteland. They said that these elves were going to attack Dol Guldur, and they tracked them all the way to the wasteland. "

"Can you understand the Dark Language of Mordor?"

"I'm from Haradrin, so of course I understand."

The original absolute advantage of the chariot people was broken by this sudden accident. The half-orcs joined the chariot people's team and turned back to fight the elves. Less than a hundred warriors from the wilderness tribe escaped from the siege and gathered not far away.

Everyone was more or less wounded, and even Fay and Gosor, because of the blood stained on their bodies, it was impossible to tell that they were not injured at all.

The tribal leader with the ax was not there, and everyone knew his whereabouts.

His body, like all the victims, lay on the moor road, probably too trampled beyond recognition.

A great sadness made them choked up and could not speak.

"All those who are seriously injured and can no longer fight, retreat to a safe place, and others... go to help the elves." This is a war they do not expect to receive any assistance. I haven't seen the elves, but if it weren't for this accident, they would have been wiped out.

Fay looked at Gosor, and it was obvious, to go or not to go.

At this moment, a sharp and terrifying roar suddenly came from the sky, and many people covered their ears in pain. Before Fay could react, Gosor suddenly threw himself on Fay's horse, and the two of them rolled together. In the weeds.

This time Fay clearly heard the elves shouting:

"Nazgu (Nazzuki)! They are riding flying beasts, be careful to avoid..."

A huge black shadow has fallen from the sky, and the terrifying undead wrapped in a black cloak swooped down driving the dragon-like flying beast. The elves were very fast, but many chariot men and half-orcs were blown down by the wind blown by the huge wings. land.

"Retreat! Surround this group of damned elves!" the half-orc roared, trying to get out of the melee.

The roar of the flying beast is magical and can give people a splitting headache.

Tribal fighters also fell off their horses one after another, but Fay and Gosor were not conspicuous.

"How could it be a ring spirit?" Fay's face was extremely ugly.

He stared at the sky and saw that there were eight Nazgul in all.

This is troublesome, even if Smaug is here, he can't kill eight... Besides, he can't control that strange state.

Wait, control?Do you want to control this group of ring spirits and force them to leave?

Fay didn't notice that Gosor threw him down at all, and even now he is holding on to the matter. Fay looked at the chaotic battlefield and the Ringwraiths who kept swooping down and attacking him. He hesitated at first, and then thought of irony. ——What does the elf's life and death have to do with him? If he runs to drink the ring spirit, there is simply no more stupid way to expose it.

wrong!Very wrong!

If there is no bad luck to wear the Lord of the Rings, and the thinking becomes consistent with this world, is it lost?What would you do if it was just "me"?

But who is "I"?

Fay felt a sting on the left side of his cheek.

At this time, a faint dawn suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

No one noticed at first, but when the white light got closer and closer, the orcs started to panic: "No, it's dawn, retreat!"

This time seems to be a bit wrong, many people are vaguely thinking, but until now, no one can tell what time it is.

In the deep night, the hazy brilliance is indeed very similar to dawn, but it is accompanied by a strong wind.

"It's not Dawn!" Someone noticed something was wrong.

Fay also happened to see the shadow shrouded in white light.

Giant eagles, a flock of giant eagles!

They made a loud cry after they flew close, and a few of the smaller ones circled and swooped from the side, directly grabbed seven or eight half-orc wolves, and let go of their claws in mid-air.

The screams continued, and some chariots were hit by the orcs falling from the sky.

The elves were able to dodge before seeing them fall to the ground, and they maintained their formation and retreated slowly.

The largest giant eagle finally appeared on the battlefield. Its two wings were more than 20 meters wide, and the white light radiated from it, no, it was from its back!

That kind of light was more dazzling than any elf Fay had ever seen. When it suddenly appeared, it felt extremely dazzling, but when it raised its arm to cover it, it felt like it was just a soft radiance through the silk curtain.

His long golden hair fluttered in the air. He was also wearing a large cloak, but it had obviously been uncovered. He held a long sword inlaid with magnificent gemstones, and his clear voice resounded through the wasteland: "The undead who succumbed to the darkness, I will Guide you to the path of destruction!"

Under the attack of the giant eagle, the ring spirits flew up in a hurry, and they began to fight fiercely in the sky.

The blond elf cut away a Nazgul's arm holding the flying beast's rein with a sword, and countless black smoke came out of the gap.The ring spirit decisively dropped the "clothes" and didn't want them anymore. Obviously he ran in time, because the moment the armor collapsed, the helmet was cut off by the blond elf, and the flying beast of the ring spirit was bitten off by the giant eagle. neck.

Huge monsters fell from the sky.

"Bang!" The wilderness seemed to be shaken by the shock, and many people couldn't stand still.