Sword and Magic and Taxi

The group of people ran wildly in the wasteland, and the outline of Mount Doom was clearly visible, occupying the size of a palm at the end of the field of vision. The rising black smoke from the crater is clearly visible, and below the volcano, the orc camps are densely packed in layers.

It was just a camp there, with only a few orcs here and there. Sauron's evil eye shrouds the volcano with red light day and night, so there is no need to station too many orcs. Especially some time ago, Zhao Mai raided Sauron's orc camps everywhere. He had been to Mount Doom three times, causing the orcs here to flee to death and all gathered in the direction of the Evil Black Tower.

Moving towards the direction of Doomsday Volcano, the light gradually increased, as if the red light that appeared from time to time in the crater could light up the sky. Strong winds blew constantly from the west, carrying the stench from the ground to high altitudes. Frodo stepped forward, one step at a time. He felt hot all over his body, but the ground was very cool, making it much more comfortable to walk.

The chain of the Lord of the Rings became heavier and heavier. As he walked, it pulled his neck left and right. Frodo felt like an untamed dog, using his last wildness to fight against the Ring. strength. His neck hurt terribly. It was obviously an ordinary silver chain, but it left a mark on his neck. After the wound festered, he even thought that his head was about to separate from his body. Frodo raised his head, barely able to see the shadow of Mount Doom in his blurred vision. He was afraid that he would go the wrong way, because he no longer had the energy to make a mistake, and one wrong turn would prevent him from reaching Mount Doom.

Sam, I'm so tired. Do you have anything to eat...Sam? Frodo coughed a few times, then was startled by his own voice. It turned out that he hadn't spoken at all before, and those calls were just echoes in his mind. He moved his almost numb tongue, Shan...mu....

No Sam, just Gollum. He looked at Frodo with his big eyes, his expression serious and silent. In my impression, Gulu is not like this. He should be chattering non-stop, talking to others, talking to himself, and talking to his most cherished treasure. Gollum is much quieter now, completely different from the noisy guy before entering Mordor. It's just that the greedy eyes are still the same, there is no difference.

Frodo clutched his chest, actually grabbing the Ring through his clothes. The familiar touch made him feel more comfortable. At least he felt happier than Gulu. But happiness at this time is not as good as a mouthful of water or a mouthful of bread.

Sam, do we have anything to eat?

Sam? He is already dead. Gulu said coldly: Can you still keep walking?

Frodo suddenly remembered that Sam had been wounded and fell to the ground, blood dripping from his big head, turning brown hair red. he died? he died! Frodo staggered and turned around, facing away from Mount Doom. No, Sam can't die, he's not dead.

He is dead. Gollum stretched out his foot, tripped Frodo, and watched coldly as the halfling rolled on the ground. He stepped forward and turned Frodo over with his feet so that he was on his back. Can you still walk?

Frodo breathed hard, but he felt that all the volcanic ash entered his lungs, and his sore muscles had no strength, but he still refused to give up: I have to walk even if I can't walk, and I have to walk...

This sentence makes no sense. Gulu's body twisted like slime. Soon, he turned into another person, a handsome man with blond hair. The wait is finally over, the One Ring is mine.

He reached out and grasped Frodo's chest. He had already seen the silver chain, and the Supreme Lord of the Rings was tied to the end of the chain. You have been gone for a long time, and all your life force has been almost exhausted. Now, it is my turn to help you get rid of this torture and pain.

Frodo watched the hand getting closer and closer. Suddenly a burst of power burst out from there, and he opened his mouth and bit the hand hard. Why is the other person's blood cold? It's like a cold spring, just right to quench your thirst. He tried not to let go, even though his ears were being hit hard.

Let go, let go, you bastard! Gellert punched him several times and found that it was of no use. Frodo was like a dying crab, never letting go of his teeth. He seemed to hear the sound of his metacarpal bones breaking under the load, so he quickly took out his wand and pointed it at Frodo's teeth: Expelliarmus!

Several teeth flew out, spinning in the air with sticky blood. Grindelwald kicked Frodo to the ground and fell into a shallow pit. Volcanic ash was blown into the air, creating a hazy mess. Gellert Grindelwald waved his wand and pointed it at the shallow pit, Explosion! Explosion! The ultimate explosion!

He vented the anger caused by his injury on Frodo, and his heavy breathing was full of violent joy. Fool, that's mine, mine! Baby is mine!!

However, the Ring was still on Frodo, so Frodo did not die in the blast of the blasting curse. He was always on the verge of death, but could never die, so he had to endure rounds of pain. The halfling laughed and cried as his little body was blown left and right, flying up and down in the shallow pit, like a rag doll that no one loved.

It's not dead. The Lord of the Rings is really good. Grindelwald pointed his wand at Frodo and cast a petrification spell, making his whole body stiff. He grabbed the chain and pulled hard, taking the Supreme Lord of the Rings into his hands.

It would be nice if you could hold on for a little longer, then the Supreme Lord of the Rings' obedience to Sauron would be further reduced. Unfortunately, halflings are halflings, and they are really too weak. He threw away the chain, only to Leaving the golden ring in the palm of your hand. The Supreme Lord of the Rings was right in his sight, slowly growing in size to accommodate the thickness of a human finger.

Grindelwald's eyes were filled with the shadow of the Lord of the Rings, and golden light seemed to fill his pupils. Humph, Frodo, I really didn't expect you to come here. If it weren't for you, how could the Supreme Lord of the Rings have escaped the grasp of those strong men and come to this deserted and unknown place. You spent your life and The soul helped me wash away the unwilling soul in the Lord of the Rings, and gave me a powerful treasure, which is exactly the treasure I have always needed!

They all thought that the Lord of the Rings was afraid of the Holy Sword of Narsil, but in fact they were all wrong. What the Lord of the Rings was afraid of was only the souls of halflings! Grindelwald said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: It's true that one thing comes down to the other. The powerful intelligence in the Lord of the Rings is actually afraid of the weakest race on the entire continent. Sauron strives for the strongest, and only the weakest can defeat it. After both sides suffer losses, the spoils are mine.

However, you still have to be careful. I am not that kind of reckless guy. Grindelwald held the Ring tightly and looked at Frodo: You can be freed from the torture of the Ring forever. This This is your historical mission.”

He pointed his wand at the halfling and was spinning in the air when suddenly he felt a warning sign and saw an object approaching at high speed from the corner of his eye.