The off-road vehicle made a graceful arc in mid-air and landed on the hillside with a bang.

The steel-made rear suspension system was so stressed that it was almost not broken, but fortunately, everyone was wearing seat belts and strangled around their waists, so that the ring guard team did not die before they could get out of the division.

Pippin stood up from his seat and looked back, screaming, "They're already after you!"

Sure enough, the Knights of the Ring, who had been strengthened by the Demon Lord Sauron, harnessed the black horses with wings under their crotches, sprinted slightly over the mountains, and then leaped to their feet and glided towards the buggy.

The elf riding the white horse shouted: "There is the noisy river ahead, the water is not deep, you can drive directly over it!"

With one foot on the accelerator, Aragorn pursed his lips tightly and stared ahead.

"Don't think!"

The Ringwraithmann roared fiercely, sending out formless spell fluctuations from his helmet, and in an instant, a cloudy and evil force descended on the valley.

Gandalf jerked his head up at the pass where the noisy river flowed, and grabbed Aragorn's arm on the steering wheel, "It's useless. ”

"What?"

Aragorn didn't know why, and the vehicle had rushed to the front of the wide noisy river less than a hundred paces.

"No, King Elon was about to use the magic to unleash the angry tide of the Noisy River, which was activated in advance by the Ring Spirit!"

Groffindale smiled wryly and explained to the crowd, "We have nowhere to escape.....

The Ringwraiths suddenly slowed their horses down, and these rotten, immortally cursed evil spirits slowly advanced at an unhurried pace, as if they were turtles in an urn.

The surging waves swept from the mountain pass, and thousands of white horses galloped with their hooves raised, moving forward.

In the blink of an eye, the noisy water river, which was only calf-deep, had risen to the knees, and after a breath, it was even more turbulent and powerful. Don't talk about horses, even vehicles are not allowed to pass.

Aragorn slammed the steering wheel, and the buggy braked sharply on the waist-deep riverside, the striped tires squeaking under the tremendous friction.

"Mr. Anduin, if you have any other magical goods, you'd better take them out at once. ”

"Oh, Human Ranger, are you asking me for a trade?"

Anduin cleared his throat slowly, took out a parchment scroll stained with dried wine from his bosom under the desperate eyes of everyone, and said in a loud voice and clearly: "The Howling Angel Business Group has always been known for its integrity, the spirit of contract as the core, and fairness and justice as the auxiliary, so that every customer can..."

"I'm convinced!"

Aragorn didn't know whether to say bitterness or helplessness on his face, but Gandalf raised his head and said with difficulty: "Demon Lord Sauron and his minions never talk about the spirit of contract, if you don't want to discuss justice with the Ringwraiths, it's best to discuss this issue after we are a little safer." ”

Anduin shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said, "I just don't want to work in vain, you know, there are always some people who don't read the contract carefully and lie afterwards that I deceived them." ”

"I have full confidence in your professionalism. The gray-robed mage said helplessly, "This is as a reward for your shot, if you don't mind." ”

Gandalf stretched out his hands and spread out a worn-out roll of parchment that he was holding inside.

"Oh?

Not caring that the name of the scroll sounded uncompelling, Anduin churned his chin and flipped the parchment over and over again, oblivious to the approaching Knights of the Ring.

"It's very good, although it seems that the records are all low-level tricks, but the spell system that uses the aura of heaven and earth to become a stream of water, the body to become a pipe, the spell to turn into a valve, and the manipulation of the god-given body looks quite innovative,"

For Anduin, the magic system of this world is inevitably too rough, and even an old monster like Gandalf relies on blind guessing and empiricism, summing up a theory of using magic in his long life, knowing it but not knowing why.

On the one hand, because these wizards are all blessed bodies by the gods, and there is no need to spend hard labor to delve into the mystery of the Force of magic, coupled with the scarcity of the same kind and the scarcity of academic atmosphere, everyone walks away from their own acres and three points of land, how can they get together to discuss the avenue?

It's not as good as a few puffs of tobacco grown by hobbits without intense addiction!

On the other hand, this lazy attitude may also be related to the secret manipulation of the gods - they don't want mortals to have more power than they can control, and the villain in the gods alone is enough to give them a headache, and it is better to keep mortals in a state of ignorance.

With just one volume of the Guide to Tricks, Anduin deduced some of the truths about the world, smacking his mouth and tying the scrolls into a roll nonchalantly.

If the mad scientists of the Interstellar Federation were to be here, they might be interested in using the abundant free energy of this world to transform something like a "magic web" or an "arcane phylum", but Anduin?

The goblin who does business is not a kind old man, he is too lazy to do such a thankless thing, if it weren't for the old dragon's special explanation, I'm afraid he would have followed the principle of the highest price, decisively defected to Mordor, and went to Sauron to play cards.

"That being said, after all, it's also a magical experience accumulated in a world," Anduin said to himself with a smile as he pocketed the scroll, his green face fully explaining what it meant to be proud, "This thing can also be regarded as a supplement to my merchandise shelves." ”

"Since you can make an offer to hire me as a temporary force, I can only accept it. With that, he ignored the aching Gandalf, snapped his fingers and dragged a flat, riveted wooden box wrapped in strips of riveted bamboo from the empty void.

"Space magic!"

Gandalf's heart was shocked, and the gray-robed wizard who had witnessed the gods would not have guessed that the goblins' flip-flops were equipped with a positioning chip that could transport goods directly from the shelves of the cabbage flatbread ship.

For the native, the goblins who had mastered the magic of space were once again covered in a mist, and the gray-robed mage, whose usual face was in a hurry, searched through all possible information in his mind.

"Only the five wizards, including me and Saruman, who have been blessed by the gods, or other lesser gods, can master the magical power of magic.

If it is said that the carriage that walks on its own and the gun that inspires the steel arrows can be said to be the creation of craftsmen, but the manipulation of space is such a miraculous thing..."

Not to mention Gandalf, who was secretly speculating, the goblin merchant smiled and took out his hammer to pry the rivets from the wooden box one by one.

The sweet smell of pine oil fills the air, and two quaint, violent guns lie quietly in a straw pile that acts as a buffer, waiting to wake up.

"Introducing, shot by Samuel McKenlin, by I. N. Lewis completed the development of the 'Lewis light machine gun'. The whole factory is 1283mm, the empty gun weighs 11.8 kg, and the 47 rounds are fed by drums, which can shoot five or six hundred rounds per minute, and draw out the death corridor in an instant!"

The wooden handle was painted with perfect red paint, the round disc-shaped magazine was bulging with bullets, and the thick, round barrel filled with metal heat sinks looked more like a barrel.

The Lewis machine gun, which experienced World War I and World War II, was widely equipped with the British Commonwealth countries, and was even used during the period of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, which can be called an evergreen tree in the history of machine guns.

It uses the principle of air-conductive automatic, with a circular magazine that rotates, and the spilled gas with each shot pushes the piston to twist backwards, allowing the spring to store energy and load the next bullet like clockwork.

Of course, for the indigenous people like the Ring Squad, it is naturally impossible to know the glorious history of this machine gun, and they just watched in a daze as Anduin held a gun in each hand, broke the bracket under the barrel of the gun, and lay down on the back cover of the SUV.

Adjusting the dial slightly with his thumb hair, Anduin shouted coldly towards the speeding Ringspirit Knight,

"Taste the greetings from the Somme, you country pigs who have killed thousands of mortals and considered themselves evil villains, and who have never seen a world war!"