Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Sky of Isengard

"Boom!" From the rolling dark clouds, a blood-colored lightning lit up the entire sky, and at that moment, Zhao Mian seemed to see a cloudy giant standing in the clouds, holding the authority of thunder in his hands, overlooking all living beings.

"Damn!" Sarsdom emerged from the thunder in a somewhat embarrassed way, countless arcs of electricity jumping between the scales on his body, the wizard's sudden intervention was not very surprising, but the sudden attack still made Sarsdom not even have time to react- However, the dragon that has been flying over Azeroth since the ancient past does not fall to the ground because of these few thunderbolts, and although Sasdom's body still has a slight sense of paralysis caused by thunder and lightning, he still soars tenaciously in the air. This sudden attack also ignited the anger of the usually calm bronze dragon - no dragon would not fight back after the enemy had attacked.

"Your time passes quietly in the quicksand, and it will not be noticed by you - until death comes before you!" Sarsdom hovered in mid-air, the sky vibrating with his words, time twisted under his power, everything seemed to slow down, Saruman's arrogant words were stretched into twisted notes in the air, and the maces raised by the Ringwraiths slid slowly down towards the dragon like a comical slow motion- Then, everything stopped in the quicksand of time. "Are you ready to accept the wrath of the bronze dragon?!!! wizard!"

"I don't think he can hear your roar, Sarsdom. Zhao Mian patted him on the back and said, "And this is not Azeroth, even if you try your best, time is only on our side for the time being - as you often say, time is not to be wasted, let's solve this battle as soon as possible." ”

"You're right, human. Sarsdom let out a long sigh, and he flapped his wings and quickly approached the minaret - moving one's body when time stood still was not as easy as usual, and any one action would require more force than usual, because when time was no longer flowing in an object, it became extremely difficult to change it, including air. "I'll put you at the top of that tower, and then deal with the three evil birds behind me and the riders on them. ”

"I'll take care of the tower - while it's not a very sensible thing to do against a mage in his position, I'll make sure he doesn't have time to interfere with you at the very least. Zhao Mian let go of the reins in his hand and said, "But I don't know the methods of the wizards in this world, and I don't know how far I can go." ”

"Then do your best, human!" Sarsdom whispered, as he skimmed over Ozukta, and a side flip threw Zhao Mian off his body— Zhao Mian could feel the obvious stagnation of time, which was the reason why Sarsdom withdrew the power enveloping him, and he also entered the situation of time stagnation like Saruman, but this sense of pseudo-harmony only lasted for a very short moment, and in the next moment, Sarsdom's roar came from the distant sky, and he announced loudly, "Come on, disgusting survivors, let your time wander in the past!"

The gravity of the earth resumed his duty at this moment, Zhao Mian began to fall vertically from the sky, he held the war hammer in his hand tightly, the incomparable holy light revealed from the cracks in the armor on his body, and the powerful force made the owner of the tower under him startled suddenly-Saruman stopped his words, put down the staff in his hand, and he raised his head in some surprise, looking at the light source in the sky.

Like a meteor, the powerful holy light accompanied by a powerful impact directly hit the top floor of the Ozokta, and on the way, many of Saruman's hastily arranged spells were like thin paper, cracking one by one under Zhao Mian's feet, making a sound like glass being shattered by a strong shock. You must know that for a plate knight who has landed from an extremely high air, the strength of the armor as heavy as the frontal armor of a tank, combined with the power of the Holy Light of the paladin itself, is enough to deal a devastating blow to any building. At the moment of the collision, a little bit of light seemed to be compressed to the extreme, and then suddenly released, quickly spread to the entire sky, the dark clouds shrouded in the sky were driven away, the sunlight shone through the huge hole on the earth, countless red thunderbolts were afraid to regain the territory in the air, but they were illuminated by the sun and could not show their heads.

- There was no damage to the Ozok Tower. Even with such a violent blow to its top, the black tower only shook twice in the violent tremors - it seemed to transmit the attack to the whole city in some way, so that after a slight shake, the tower still stood tall on the ground.

Saruman was not on the terrace at the top of the tower, he turned around and walked into the corridor at the top of the tower at the last moment when Zhao Mian arrived, and the passage closed behind him as if it had never been there. But even though he wasn't there, his voice was heard from all around the top of the tower.

"Oh, let me see, a human in splendid armor, what are you doing here?" Saruman's voice was suddenly not as arrogant and vicious as it had been heard in the distance, but very quiet and gentle, and with an unusual politeness, as if he were asking an old man about a strange visitor, who was saddened that his lunch break had been rudely disturbed.

His voice was low and beautiful, and every word was as seductive as music, and those who did not doubt him would listen to it and probably remember nothing later, and even if they could understand it, they could only be in a daze, for they had scarcely lost all their strength. Most of the time they just remember being glad to hear that voice, and that whatever he said must have been extremely wise and extremely reasonable, and their inner desires compelled them to agree at once in order to appear to be clever. When others spoke, the latter's voice was hoarse and rude in comparison, and if others dared to accuse Saruman's voice, they could not help but feel a surge of anger in their hearts. For some, this effect only lasts when Saruman speaks, and when he speaks to others, he smiles, just as people see through a magician's trick. For most people, just hearing that voice once is enough to make them lose themselves, and for those who are conquered by this voice, no matter where they go to the ends of the earth, the gentle voice will always follow them, whispering and murmuring...... No one can fail to be affected by the voice, and as long as the owner of the voice can control the voice, it takes a great deal of willpower to simply refuse the command of the voice.

Zhao Mian didn't have any response, he could feel the power from the other party's words, this kind of demagogic power was not the first time he had encountered it, although compared to those ancient ancient gods, Saruman's power was not very strong, but it was enough to trick any blind crowd to serve him. Any words with him may cause his soul to be further corroded by the other party, so Zhao Mian directly picked up the war hammer in his hand, and Safras's hammer body suddenly burned with vigorous holy flames, and then hit the top of the Ozokta with the strength of Zhao Mian's whole body.

The loud sound of "bang !!" muffled Saruman's next words, and the entire tower trembled under this blow, without waiting for the violent shaking to stop, Zhao Mian once again raised the war hammer in his hand, or in that posture, the war hammer once again fell on the top of the tower of the Osan Tower, and a crack appeared on the top of the tower of the "Bang !!" The top of the Osan Tower appeared a crack, and the unknown black stone did not have time to spread all the power under the heavy blow of Zhao Mian, and finally there was damage.