Sword and Magic and Taxi

Does anyone imagine that Zhao Mai can defeat Melkor and use Maia's ability to fight against this powerful dark lord who can defeat the combined efforts of thirteen Valar? Zhao Mai knew very well that the possibility of this was so small that it could be ignored. Moreover, they are located in the southeast of Middle-earth, far away from the control area of ​​​​Vara, so there will be no reinforcements.

Therefore, from the beginning, he set the purpose of the battle to delay, cover his elves to leave and hide, and then wait for an opportunity to escape. He took advantage of Melkor's arrogant character and would never confront him head-on - that would be seen as a challenge and receive a more severe blow. Facing Melkor's fist, he tried his best to avoid it, and used the four techniques of Tai Chi: stroking, squeezing, pressing, and stroking to entangle him with him quickly and slowly. Although it was not authentic, the meaning was that mean.

Melkor's fighting style is very simple, mainly using straight and arc fists and claws, plus headbutts and tearing after grappling. The big sword he used followed the same pattern. It didn't even have any posture, and was completely swung as an ax for chopping wood. Zhao Mai can read his fighting intentions the moment he takes action, and avoiding it is not that difficult. He can obviously do it with ease, but he still looks embarrassed and embarrassed to maintain his undefeated situation.

Melkor, don't be like this... We have something to discuss... Zhao Mai kept talking, like a magic voice filling his brain. You can't fight me, I will die... Stop fighting, why don't you stop and discuss it first... He never punched Melkor, he always pushed with his palm open. Squeeze it out and press it. Melkor always felt like winning, but never really won.

Although Melkor didn't actually hit him once, and just let his fist brush his body, the residual and dissipated energy was not easy to bear, and Zhao Mai was soon covered in bruises. It seems that he is getting more and more embarrassed, and it is difficult to maintain the situation where he is left to his own devices. Melkor shook his fist and shouted: Do you know my power now? This is just a chance of my power. You can't bear it anymore. Do you know my greatness?

Stop it, can you talk for a while, just for a moment... Zhao Mai continued to use his words to delay time. In his perception, the elves had retreated away, covering themselves with the psychic powers they had learned. Zhao Mai taught them many messy things, including digging hiding holes underground. Elves are born to love the ground, sky and ocean, and the natural environment. Of course, Zhao Mai's reason is that the underground environment is also part of the natural environment, which the elf cannot deny. He taught the elves to give priority to practicality in times of danger. After preserving themselves, they should then consider matters of cultivation, practice, and self-improvement.

Zhao Mai calculated in his mind that he could no longer see the elves, but Melkor was more powerful, and his perception might far exceed his own. In this case, if you can delay it for a while longer, there is no shame in being beaten by Mikol. All the Villars had the experience of being beaten to the ground or even broken into pieces by him. Thinking of this, his begging became even more pitiful, but his hands were not vague at all. He circled with the left hand, the right hand, and the bottom of his feet. He took one step back, two steps and one diagonal, and he was at the Tower of Babel. In the open space in front of me, I played push hands with Melkor.

No god in the entire Arda could understand the theory Zhao Mai was using. Even Ilúvatar narrowed his eyes curiously and cast a curious look from outside the world. In fact, Zhao Mai fought harder and harder, ignoring the wounds on his body. Anyway, the natural force can continue to repair it. That's nothing! It's rare to encounter such a direct, persistent and powerful opponent. Zhao Mai comprehensively uses all his power systems to conduct a complete review of his own improvement.

The natural force is used for healing, psychic powers are used to assist and control body movements, the magic spell is used to cast chatter to paralyze the opponent, and the divine power is used to comprehensively improve all abilities. The more Zhao Mai practices, the more he learns. Tai Chi, which is completely self-taught, gradually seems to be taught by a master, and his efficiency is getting higher and higher.

Melkor felt uncomfortable and wondered, Why haven't I been defeated yet? He increased his strength and found that the result of the battle was still the same. The noisy guy on the opposite side seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, but before he knew it, he was still able to catch his fist and slowly he was able to hold on. What the hell is this? He continued to improve his strength, and then found that his current body could not bear so much force, so he could only increase his size. Gradually, he was nearly two heads taller than Zhao Mai.

That's wrong! Melkor suddenly understood! Myron has maintained his original size and has not grown larger, but he has been forced to grow larger. What does this mean? At the same level of divine power, his skills are not better than that of Myron, which also shows that Myron has been using some kind of combat skills that he does not know, thus leveling or even surpassing Melkor's combat threat. Only then did he have the intention to look at his surroundings, and he was surprised to find that he and Myron had been fighting for a long time and had only drawn many large and small diagonal or positive circles in the open space.

You're lying... Before he could finish his words, he found that Myron disappeared in front of his eyes. He hurriedly looked around and found that Myron was rushing towards the Tower of Babel at an incredible speed. A white mist exploded, and Mailon took off into the air, running upwards along the outer wall of the Tower of Babel.

Zhao Mai started to run away when Melkor said the word wrong. The Dark Lord knew that he had been tricked. If he didn't run away while he was thinking and comprehending, would he have to wait until he came back to his senses? He won't wait for his opponent to transform before taking action. This is not a chess game where you take one turn and I take one turn! The tactical goal of procrastination has been completed, and it has been exceeded. Next, we must escape with all our strength!

The fastest way out of danger is not to escape on the ground, but to rush to Ilúvatar! The Tower of Babel is like a huge beanstalk, built with the help of countless natural forces, psychic powers and the skillful hands of elves. It takes root from the earth and absorbs the power of growth from the ocean not far away. Zhao Mai's magical power makes it unaffected by the wind, so it can grow straight and very tall. He ran on it with all his strength, and at the same time, he used all his strength to encourage the beanstalk to continue growing. It didn't matter even if the foundation was unstable. If there is no way to escape, it will be meaningless no matter how stable the Tower of Babel is. The energy that escaped when Melkor fought with him became the force that made the Tower of Babel taller. Soon, he became a small black dot in the sky.

Sauron!!! You despicable villain!!!! Melkor roared, his body expanded several times, and he was furious. A storm of thunder and fire rose in response, and Melkor rose into the air, soaring upward with the help of a tornado. But all the wind can't get close to the Babel Tower unless the divine power spell left by Zhao Mai is slowly broken.

Iluvatar can't save you! Melkor immediately understood Zhao Mai's plan. He had experience in destroying giant lanterns. He briefly calculated the speed of demolishing the tower and found that it was still too late. So he jumped from the tornado to the tower, like a gorilla, using his hands and feet to climb up, chasing Zhao Mai.