Act VI comes from the panic of the desert

The waning moon is slightly tilting, and the yellow sand in the north still makes people feel a sense of dryness and heat even in the middle of the night. Naturally, some of them were not so calm, their faces were covered with fine beads of sweat, and the knuckles of their fingers holding the spears began to turn white. Their gaze couldn't help but fall in front of them—moving their vision all the way forward, forward, and farther, and a few humans could be seen walking out of the sand.

The spread of the yellow sand caused all the surrounding trees to wither, and the white branches and leaves seemed to tell something silently. That night, the wind blew, and the sound echoed between the dead trees and the white rocks was like a cry of the dead, and this fear born in the depths of the soul made everyone can't help but clench their weapons, as if only a weapon sharp enough in their hands can bring them a little sense of security. No one spoke, and no one made any sound. The tens of thousands of troops surrounding the yellow sand were silent, as if there was no one here.

They were silent, and so were the people in the sand.

The silence was pierced by the loud roar of the trebuchet as it activated, and then a lit fireball was launched by the trebuchet and crashed into the ground in the distance, and then the blow was easily knocked in the other direction by a man. The roar of the fireball and the earth seemed to sound some kind of attack, and the tens of thousands of people began to stir up - the attack began.

The battlefield is an abandoned city on the edge of yellow sand...... It seems to be called Hardy, and it seems to be something else. It used to be a bustling city, but today, it's just a ruin.

The entire city was being consumed in flames, and the team, which was just a few people, began a terrible counterattack after finding that they could not negotiate. But victory will come like dawn, the commander of the army, the young legendary commander Boromo is convinced. The castle was once the domain of an earl during the Gondor Empire, but the country has long since become a wisp of foam that should have disappeared in the course of history, just like the heresy that took over the castle from the desert...... He that is gone must be buried, for it has passed away.

A shrill roar rang out from the castle in front of Boromo, and he couldn't help but concentrate his attention - the legendary knight, the Grand Duchess known as the 'Red Rose', had stepped into the city before him. The sound of her battle with the Death Knight was audible even at the end of the battlefield. Although he didn't want to admit it, Boromo could still confirm that the Archduchess was far better than him...... She has even set foot in the realm of high-level legends, but even if the high-level legends compare to those terrible guys, such strength is only to the extent that they can 'compete'.

The sound of the gravel on the castle falling to the ground was audible even here - they hadn't even confronted the terrifying beings themselves, and the mere fact of being stepped on by a minions on a strange flying machine had already brought one of their mighty fighters into a bitter struggle...... The most terrible evil on the continent is not in vain.

"It's time for us to do it, too."

Boromo said this, not even paying much attention to the troops around him. After reaching the realm of legendary, the army doesn't seem to be something they need to care too much about. The reason why there are tens of thousands of people here is simply because it can consume the physical strength of those people to the greatest extent.

As soon as the voice fell, a cold light pierced the dark sky. The elf from the Supreme Forest rested his hand on the wooden bow, and his piercing eyes kept his eyes on the top of the tower. Standing here, they could still faintly see the black-haired man standing on the top of the tower. Similar evils recorded in the classics are generally shown in the form of black robes all over the body, and their very existence is the greatest desecration of life. But the evil is not like its predecessors, and it still retains the appearance of a human being. It didn't even look like an evil one—a rather youthful face with dark broken hair, and good facial features that could easily attract the favor of those of the opposite sex—if it weren't for its overly pale lips and complexion, it would look more like an aristocratic son haunting the upper class.

But it is indeed the evil that has been confirmed by the Elven King, and there are several strongest and most evil beings in this world.

The sharp arrow was easily resisted by the light hand of the evil before, but this also seemed to sound some kind of signal, and the masters of several continents quickly crossed the neat military formation of tens of thousands of people, and launched the most terrifying charge against the evil standing at the top.

"Accidents always come one after another on the road of life."

Boromo spoke, his voice a little hoarse from the lack of water, but he could still make out the steady voice of a young man, "There are people who like this life that the Twins of Fate either favor or loathe, and they call it the life of an adventurer, or rather, life. ”

Saruman's dissociation spell from the Tower was countered by another black-haired youth spell, and then Saruman's explosive fireball for those standing at the front brought the battle between legends to a climax in the first place.

The brunette youth feels like a villain...... Well, it's like the noseless mage in the movie I watched in my spare time. It's really uncomfortable to be besieged by a group of people, and there are many decent characters who should have befriended them.

"It's weird."

He said, "Chu Xuan, I don't really want to fight these guys, is there an option to avoid the battle." ”

"Knock them all down, and you will avoid the battle." Chu Xuan's words were very concise.

(Do you get down...... So...... ）

Zheng Zha took a deep breath, and a pair of wings appeared behind him, and then Zheng Zha opened his hands like this, and in the next moment, almost all the power was converging towards him.

"This ...... This is the evil that surpasses Sauron. ”

Boromo said with horror in his eyes, "No, this is far more evil than Sauron! It's horrible...... This power ......"

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(Do a little survey, what is the style of such writing?) After all, it's the Lord of the Rings, and I think the style of writing should be closer to the original. Or do you prefer the previous style? ）