The bipedal wyvern, also known as the Fallen Monster. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is a flying monster that Sauron raised from the dead in Mordor.

The creature is huge, with a long neck and sharp fangs. A pair of strong and powerful claws are also extremely sharp. And more importantly, this powerful creature can fly.

In this world where technological development is not prosperous, there are really not many things that can fly into the sky, and almost all of them are powerful existences.

Dragons, such as the Great Eagle and the Wyvern. These powerful beings with the ability to fly have few natural predators, so they are basically treated as food for those who are weak.

Promise fought wildly among the hosts, destroying hundreds of Mordor coalition forces. This situation immediately attracted the attention of the Mordor coalition forces in this direction.

Many archers on the periphery began to gather to prepare for a dense rain of arrows, and the bipedal wyverns soaring in the sky also noticed the strange situation here. A huge flying dragon more than ten meters long let out a terrible and sharp howl, and swooped down from mid-air towards the location where the promise was!

Xu Promise gritted his teeth and raised his head, he estimated that the terrible howl coming from above his head was at least more than a hundred decibels!

Under normal circumstances, humans lose their hearing permanently. Fortunately, Promise's physical fitness was strong enough, and the noise of the sound of the propeller plane, which was so strong that it almost caught up with the propeller plane, had no effect on him.

As for the hapless orcs around, the hell doesn't care if their hearing is damaged or not.

As a powerful bipedal wyvern swooped down from mid-air towards Promise. This extremely tragic battlefield fell into a brief state of spiral out of control.

The sonic attacks of those bipedal wyverns are indiscriminate, which means that the nearby orcs are also affected. The orcs closest to the promise were already rolling on the ground with their heads in their hands, blood oozing from their ears, and their faces full of pain.

In addition to their sharp, piercing sonic attacks, the Wyvern are even more powerful for their sharp teeth and claws.

The two-legged wyvern that fell from the sky was extremely fast, stretching its wings to the maximum extent to catch the wind and avoid hitting the ground headfirst. A pair of huge claws flashing with cold light hooked slightly, and they wanted to promise to catch them.

Ordinary people are probably doomed to death when they encounter this kind of thing, after all, this kind of air force is too powerful. It's just that Promise doesn't care about this level of attack.

The speed of the two-legged wyvern is fast, but in the eyes of the promise of full spiritual power, it is as slow as an old-fashioned walk-behind tractor.

Turn around, accelerate and start running. It wasn't promised to escape, but to match the speed and angle of movement with the wyvern that swept by.

When the missed Wyvern slipped past Promise and flapped its wings to rise, Promise reached out and grabbed the Wyvern's massive claws, and then climbed onto its back as it desperately climbed.

The unintelligent wyvern flapped its wings as it turned its head and tried to bite the promise on its back with its large mouth full of sharp teeth. It's a pity that, with its physiology, a bipedal wyvern with a long neck can't bite at all.

After discovering that the human who couldn't bite the back, the bipedal wyvern began to perform various difficult movements in the sky in a wide range, trying to throw the human down.

At this time, many of the Mordor troops on the ground and the defenders of Minas Tirith saw the frantic bipedal wyvern flying strangely in the sky. There are also sharp-eyed promises that lie tightly on the back of the bipedal wyvern.

"Who's that?!" Gandalf, who was fighting the orcs on the ramparts, frowned, his eyes puzzled, trying to find out who he had promised.

You must know that because of the extreme power of the bipedal wyvern, there is no other creature other than the Ring Spirit that can ride them, let alone a human.

This strange situation also caught the attention of the Ringwraith's head, the Witch King Angmar, the commander of the Demon Lord Sauron. The ghost, who had lived for thousands of years, turned his faceless helmet to look at the bipedal wyvern flying wildly in the distance, and with a flick of the reins in his hand, a bipedal wyvern roared over.

Promise gripped the base of the dragon's wings with both hands, squinting his eyes completely oblivious to the dizziness of flying up and down and the howling wind. With a low roar, the muscles on both arms emitted a terrifying force, breaking the wings of the bipedal wyvern!

The Wyvern is extremely large and weighs a lot. To be able to support this kind of body to fly in the sky must require a pair of extremely strong wings, and its sturdiness can be imagined.

It's just that such a powerful wing has been directly broken for him without any suspense in the hands of Xu Promise.

With a dull cracking sound, the hapless two-legged wyvern suddenly let out an extremely miserable howl. Half of its wings hung to the side, and its entire huge body spun and fell to the ground as soon as it lost its support.

The heavy body of the wyvern lost half of its wings and smashed directly into the ground from the sky, and its huge impact directly smashed the wyvern into a pulp. The entire huge body was shattered, blood splattered, flesh turned into minced flesh, and even internal organs were shattered into wounds.

And Promise had already dodged and teleported to the side just as he was about to approach the ground, unaffected in the slightest.

Looking at the bipedal wyvern who was killed not far away, he promised to raise his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. Although the time from the beginning of his killing of the orc army to the present is not very long, but he has been engaged in extremely fierce battles, and his physical consumption at this time is also very large.

'Whoosh~~~' Although the promise fell aside and was not fallen, there were still countless Mordor coalition forces around him. As soon as Promise took a breath, many orc archers around him had already thrown a dense rain of arrows into the sky, and then roared towards Promise like a downpour.

Promise's dynamic eyesight is excellent, and he can even accurately judge the gaps between the sharp arrows flying overhead.

It's a pity that the number of arrows that shoot at him is so large that it is impossible for him to dodge in place. In desperation, he promised to continue to consume his mental power to teleport to avoid the rain of arrows.

Annoyed that these archers, who were not strong but had a large number of them, came to make trouble for themselves, Promise directly teleported into the queue of orc archers. Then the red-eyed promise set off a bloody storm again in the army formation of the half-orcs!

Promise moves extremely fast, and the whole person looks like lightning. Almost in the blink of an eye, a kung fu man has already come from one end to the other.

This wasn't the use of teleportation, and the promise didn't have that much mental power to use teleportation continuously. This is the promise that its own speed can move super fast under full force, even beyond the visual ability of the orcs to capture the dynamic movement. So it looks like someone has flashed past all of a sudden.

The promised fist was like a heavy hammer, struck out like lightning, and no orc could resist.

Looking down from the sky, Promise is bowling in a zigzag formation among the orc archers. Any orcs who appeared beside him were sent flying with the promised punches. Not even screaming.

In such a situation, the orcs could not organize an effective attack at all, and could only watch as they promised to kill wantonly.

The largest number of Mordor allies are orcs. However, this race is very strong when it fights with the wind, but when it falls into adversity, it will quickly collapse on its own.

The history of Middle-earth civilization for thousands of years has recorded this disposition of the orcs countless times. If the promise is allowed to continue to destroy without restraint, it will soon gradually disintegrate the entire army like an anthill on a riverbank.

Promising to disrupt one, two, three, or even many formations would cause the orcs to collapse like dominoes. And once the largest number of orcs crosses, the other races will inevitably be dragged away.

In the decisive battle of the Cold Weapon Age, if one side collapses on the battlefield on its own, it is a tsunami. There is simply no way to regain much power.

The Witch King of Angmar, who has lived for thousands of years and waged many wars, knows this very well. Therefore, after he saw the promise of great power in mid-air, he immediately urged the bipedal flying dragon under his crotch to rush towards the promise without hesitation.

The promise of the use of power is to strike with all his might, not to make pointless gestures. He believed that speed combined with strength equaled invincibility. So I've been getting close to those orcs with super high movement speed, and then taking them out with a powerful fist.

It has to be said that this method of combat promised is very direct and effective. There are no dozens or hundreds of rounds of black tigers that you come and go, and the white cranes dry their wings. It's the simplest collision of speed and power. Whoever is faster and stronger will win.

It was clear that the orcs or even those trolls had no existence to compete with the promise. Until the appearance of the Witch King of Angmar.

The Wyvern's attack on the promise was unsurprisingly ineffective. It's just that the two-legged wyvern didn't take off again but fell directly to the ground, and then the Angmar Witch King, who was wearing an iron helmet and a black cloak, walked down with a blank face, and looked at the promise with a faceless head.

Promise stood in the midst of a chaotic military formation, and there were no orcs around him who could still stand. He panted slightly, moving his fingers, his eyes sharp at the Witch King of Angmar.

Promise could tell that the Witch King of Angmar was not easy to deal with, as he sensed that there was a very strange magical force field around the Witch King of Angmar. And he couldn't feel that the monster in front of him was covered in iron armor. To put it simply, the one on the other side is more like a ghost without a body.

"Trouble." Promise frowned.

He didn't have anything to do with the ghostly creatures, and he didn't know if physical attacks would do anything. However, it is not his character to retreat when he encounters an enemy. No matter what the opponent is, you always know after the battle.

His hands were clenched into fists, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his body rushed towards the Witch King of Angmar like lightning! (To be continued.) )