The picture is slightly hazy under the shaking of the lake, faintly reflecting some of the dense branches nearby, but it does not hinder the viewing of the picture too much.

Under the gloomy and blackened dark clouds, a huge demon shadow that covered the sky and the sun held a huge deep dark red hammer in his hand, and every time he attacked the target below, he could smash the originally hard rock surface into a large pit of chaotic rocks and disintegration!

The spark that collided seemed to carry some kind of quality, and after splashing, everything around it could instantly expand into a crimson flame, and even the shadow could cause pieces of flame to dance around the pit with each hammer blow.

This attack seems to be very powerful, but even the strongest attack is useless if it can't hit the enemy.

An elven figure, very short compared to the shadow, hovered between the giant's legs.

His unusually tall height among elves can only reach the enemy's ankle, but the attacks he swings while dodging can inflict great damage on them!

The flickering and cold sword was unusually sharp, and with the dodge of the master's footsteps, moving or rolling, the blade touched and cut at the bare position of the giant's foot again and again.

Frequent attacks cut the body that should have been countless times harder than steel into shallow attacks, and intensified with the precise and lethal attacks of the sword master.

Eventually, the faint wound turned into a relatively serious scar, and then it was cut even more severely—the demon shadow roared, and blood splattered out of his feet and neck!

It seems to have aggravated the enemy's injuries, but it caused serious distress to the attacker.

The blood that was constantly flowing and splashing had a strong corrosive nature, and it caused him great pain when it was stained on his body.

As a result, his originally dexterous posture became more and more slow and sluggish, and the penetration of strange power made his will gradually depressed and full of exhaustion.

In the end, the figure that couldn't dodge was trampled under the feet of the Demon Shadow angrily!

However, the sword in his hand, which was still fierce, swung one last lethal attack!

The tenacious will attached to the blade of the sword, and the blue and reddish blade slashed at the deepest wound at the ankle of the great enemy, and even the depth of the wound expanded again, and the will to sacrifice his life brought by the death counterattack was entrenched in it and launched a fatal entanglement.

The High King of Noldor was eventually killed, but the victorious shadow staggered back under the enemy's final blow!

Even a large eagle suddenly arrived, grabbed the trampled corpse with one claw while Morgoth was distracted, and quickly disappeared into the angry roar of the demon shadow.

The picture in the water quietly dissipated.

Squatting by the lake, Charles had a lot of thoughts in his mind, until a beautiful white deer beside him bowed his head and arched him with its antlers, and he suddenly woke up, and then looked at it.

"What's wrong?"

Bailu whimpered, and glanced sideways at the distance.

Cele Bodir was standing there at this time, thinking that he would come here and report again.

Seeing this, Charles restrained his thoughts, beckoned the other party to come forward, and after quietly listening to the words in his mouth, he repeated some of his own opinions, and then Kellebdir left with interest.

Charles was once again immersed in his previous thoughts.

The fight scene that was just reflected was a difficult manifestation of him using the Prophetic Spell. The purpose is naturally to take advantage of this to see the specific strength of Morgoth.

However, when he looked at it this way, he couldn't help but breed some kind of thought.

In fact, the shadow was so powerful that even the charr, who was wearing sturdy armor, would not be able to withstand the tyrannical attack.

At the same time, although he looks like a big stupid bear in his every move, he is actually not slow to react, at least not slower than ordinary elves!

But the Shadow's opponent is faster!

That kind of fast has exceeded the upper limit of the elf, and is completely on another level, and at first glance, only a vague shadow can be seen flickering.

Even if he hadn't studied at Heslum before, Charles could tell that there must be a magic spell in it.

That's right, magic spells.

It seems impossible to use a spell in front of Morgoth, but if the spell only works on itself and not on the outside, then there is still a chance to do it.

At least his cheap grandfather did!

Many of the spells used by Fen Guoyun were basically mastered by Charles.

Noldor's wrath, Noldor's will, Noldor's charge, and the final unleashed destructive Noldor Trial.

These spells are all applied to oneself, which can increase the physical fitness in all aspects, and make the will strong against the invasion of the dark aura.

It's just that if this kind of spell is used too much, it will cause damage to the body, so Xia Er usually doesn't use it at all, just because they are some excessive knowledge of "extracting" secret texts.

At this time, Charles did not feel how strong these spells were, but was surprised by the "weakness" of the enemy.

"Fen Guoyu can hurt him, so what about me, if I take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness......"

Squatting on the edge of a small lake in the middle of a forest clearing, Charles looked unconsciously to the north, as if he could see a figure that had been entangled for a long time.

"Wouldn't stabbing him to death once and for all?"

It wasn't unthinkable before, but Charles had always been incomprehensible to the mysterious and unknown Morgoth's abilities, so he was cautious, and he never thought of risking his life.

After all, in his inherent concept, in ancient times, he could move mountains and reclaim the sea, and use his own strength to fight against all the existence of Vera, no matter how weak he was, it was estimated that he would not be weak.

However, now it seems......

Squinting, Charles stood up from the edge of the lake.

Finn Guoxuan's sword, named Ringil, had been held in his hand when he was in Heslum and had been held in his hand to see it for himself, and it was possessed with great magical power, and it was no worse than his mixed jeweled weapon.

But it's just not bad!

……

The death of the High King Fen Guoxuan brought a gloomy atmosphere to the Noldor people, but a relative saw a new opportunity.

It was only when he realized this that he did not immediately start to act, but honestly stayed in the territory for a year, arranging defensive measures, formulating policies and strategies against the enemy, studying some war equipment, and emergency measures for the entire kingdom in a critical moment, etc.

The whole of Middle-earth has not been quiet during this year, the encirclement line has been broken, countless bloodthirsty and cruel orc armies have sprung in, and enemies have appeared every once in a while in the remote part of the Seven Rivers alone, let alone anywhere else.

During this time, some dragons were active throughout Middle-earth, but the brutality of dragon fire brought not only death and tragedy, but also knowledge of these powerful monsters.

As a result, although the battle line continued to shrink, the elves were not completely defeated, they built hidden buildings, delved into fireproof equipment, built counter-bows, etc., and many countermeasures were barely able to stand under the attack of the small number of dragons.

The news of Turgon's succession as High King came from the Heslum region, and because of the war, Charles did not personally participate in the coronation of the other party, but only wrote a letter to a large eagle who came to inform him.

He was also informed of the succession of Gondolinny Il, as well as a letter from Arettir to his family, full of longing and sadness.

It's just that he only replied to two letters in this regard, and then he has been silently preparing for a certain goal that has been decided.

In the era of war, family affection is precious, but because of this, some things must be done as soon as possible.

So when the winter snow melted in the spring of the following year, he felt that he was almost ready, and then went north again!