Train to Another World

On the terrace of Lonely Mountain, the old man who was guarding the capstan had his arm pierced by a long sword and was nailed to the wall next to him.

He was wearing the armor of the River Valley Guards. Even in the River Valley at that time, this standard armor was a very sophisticated equipment.

But this set of armor is okay against ordinary weapons, but unfortunately, the enemy is holding the Blade of Morgul.

The Blade of Morgul is a long and thin knife with a cold light all over. After it stabs the enemy, the enemy will be wounded by Morgul. Part of the blade will remain in the enemy's wound and continue to drill in until it pierces the heart. Then, the wounded will become a ghost-like existence, at the mercy of the Ringwraiths and the Dark Lord Sauron.

In the original book, it was the Blade of Morgul that stabbed Frodo, and it was also the one that stabbed Wang Shuyun before.

The Blade of Morgul is the iconic weapon of the Ringwraiths, so it is obvious what enemy the old man is facing at this time.

The figure wearing a black cloak and silver chain mail approached the old man. Even though he was close enough to the old man, the old man could not see the face under the cloak, but could only see a pair of pale eyes.

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from under the cloak, but the voice seemed to contain magic, making people unconsciously grow fear in their hearts: "Where is the woman who came a few days ago?"

The old man's face was full of fear, and he said tremblingly: "I don't know."

The Ringwraith looked at the old man for a long time, then drew out the Morgul Blade. The old man, who lacked support, fell painfully on the capstan and wailed softly.

But his wailing did not go far before it was swallowed up by the orcs' shrill war cry.

The Ringwraith turned and left.

He did not make up the knife, not out of mercy, but because he was sure that the person injured by the Morgul Blade would die.

Letting people die in pain was more in line with his wishes.

There was a sound of wooden frames collapsing behind the Ringwraith. It was probably the old man who knocked over the winch.

Hmm? Why is there a sound of springs?

A black lightning with strong wind hit the back of the Ringwraith and pierced through his chest. The huge inertia flew the Ringwraith out, flew ten meters, and fell heavily on the ground of the terrace.

Although the Ringwraith was a little embarrassed, he was not hurt much, because his body was no longer a physical entity. He existed in the invisible world, so it was extremely difficult to be physically hurt.

The Ringwraith stood up, turned his head, and saw that the old man was still full of fear. Beside him was the collapsed winch, but the handles that were originally installed on the winch were removed by him and inserted into the grooves reserved for the winch main shaft.

The Ringwraith looked at the strange launcher composed of four handles and the main shaft of the winch, and his memories as a human gradually emerged: "Dwarven wind crossbow?!"

Then he looked back at the black shadow that had shot through his chest before, nailed to the wall of Lonely Mountain, with only the tail of the arrow still exposed.

"Black arrow?"

Watching the old man pull out another black arrow from the hiding place in the corner of the wall, the Ringwraith shouted: "Stop!"

The Ringwraiths are not only deadly on the physical level, they are also surrounded by a layer of "terrifying atmosphere", which can affect all living things, and their shouts can cause fear and despair.

Hearing the voice of the Ringwraith, the fear on the old man's face became stronger, but this did not slow him down at all. While he skillfully placed the black arrow on the modified wind crossbow, he kept talking to himself. He wanted to distract his attention in this way, so that he could focus on the things in front of him and not be swallowed by the fear in his heart.

"Do you know? My archery skills were taught by the Lord of the City. The first lesson he taught me was: shooting with a wind crossbow is actually more like archery than using a crossbow, because a crossbow needs arm strength to string, but drawing a bow only requires the strength of the waist, back and fingers."

As he said this, the old man stepped on the main shaft with his feet, held the crossbow string tightly with both hands, stretched his arms straight, leaned back, and used the strength of his waist and back to pull the string.

Because he did not use arm strength, even if the old man's arm was pierced and black blood kept flowing, it could not stop his movements at all.

Aim and shoot!

The dwarf wind crossbow was designed not to be used on humans, so both the power and speed were extremely terrifying.

The Ringwraith was hit by the second arrow before he could dodge. Although his body was invisible, his armor was visible. After being pierced by the black arrow, he was knocked away again.

"I was on duty at the Central Watchtower that day, but when the dragon came, I was frightened by its huge body and fled. I returned to that day countless times in my dreams, but I could never stop myself from running away.

After waking up from the dream, I couldn't help but wonder if Riverdale would have had a different ending if I hadn't run away that day? After all, my archery skills were praised by the Lord of the City, who said that my archery skills were no less than his."

Aim and shoot!

The Ringwraith was pierced by the black arrow again, but this time he was prepared. He inserted the Blade of Morgul into the ground. Even though he was still pulled back by the huge inertia, he only retreated five meters this time.

"I don't know if it's because I'm too eager to change the past, or I'm afraid of the dragon attacking again. So whenever I have time, I will return to the ruins of River Valley City.

For ten years, I have walked through every corner of the ruins of River Valley City, and searched through every rubble. I gathered the parts of the wind crossbow and found five black arrows.

I installed them on the bell tower of Changhu Town. Sometimes, I even hope that the dragon king will attack so that I can make up for my mistakes.

Alas! Even though my heart is often full of regret, it is still difficult to change my selfish and despicable soul."

Aim and shoot!

The first three black arrows blasted a big hole in the armor on the chest of the Ringwraith. Although the Ringwraith could not avoid the black arrows, he tried his best to adjust his body shape and let the fourth black arrow pass through the big hole in the armor. This time he only retreated one meter.

The Ringwraith accelerated and walked towards the old man. Seeing this enemy that even the black arrows could not do anything to him, the old man showed despair on his face.

"Do you know what the most important lesson I have learned in the past few decades is?

That is, no matter how hard I try, I can't overcome fear, because I am just an ordinary person, not a hero in those stories.

However, I have learned to use more powerful things to overcome it.

For example, decades of accumulated regret.

The fifth black arrow I found was a warning arrow with little lethality. I always thought it was bad luck before, but now it seems really lucky."

"No!!!" The old man's black arrows could not threaten the Ringwraiths at all, but he had to kill the old man even if he shot at the black arrows, just because he was afraid that he would make a big noise and expose his existence.

Whether it was the orcs' frontal attack or his sneaking in, the ultimate goal was to find the woman.

If he disturbed other people, took the woman away or killed her directly, how would he explain to the Lord of Demons?

The Ringwraiths were furious and threw the Morgul Blade, piercing the old man's chest and nailing him to the city wall again.

But it was too late. The fifth black arrow pierced the sky and burst into a high-pitched cry. Even the people of the valley hiding in the big forge could hear it clearly.

Some old people raised their heads in confusion. This voice was so familiar.

The old man leaned against the city wall with the Morgul Blade stuck in his chest, and black blood flowed from his mouth.

He took a last look in the direction of the valley city, and the fear on his face faded away. His expression gradually became calm, and he even smiled: "Lord City Lord, did I disappoint you? But... at least this time... I..."