However, Frodo was undaunted, did not retreat, stepped forward, took out a miniature submachine gun from his bosom, and fired the head of the abomination.

However, the giant alien species created by the Tinder Source did not dodge or dodge, and only used his arms to block in front of him, and with a roar, the meteor flew towards him in stride.

The crisp sound of "bells" resounded endlessly, and the mechanical abomination actually blocked the bullet with only the bionic armor on its own arm.

In the real world, unlike a "300 million mouse gunfight dream", bullets hit on the infected body of the mythical virus can only be faithful to the laws of power, rather than "knock back" the mechanical increase weighing tens of tons.

The crowd on the sidelines sighed as they explained, and Legolas shook his head and muttered, "This monster isn't so fragile, and this level of attack can't even break the defense....."

Indeed, the speed of the mechanical abomination is unabated, and the arms swing back hard, and the next moment it will be hammered down with a thunderous force, crushing the hobbit that looks like a small shrimp into a pulp.

However, the other three hobbits had pulled out a roll of thin, high-strength steel wire from their backpacks, Merry and Pippin each holding a section, Sam holding the midrange, and the three of them running around the abomination.

"Do you want to use a tightrope to restrain the abomination?"

Aragorn put down his binoculars and muttered to himself, "That's not enough, Frodo. ”

Sure enough, before Sam could finish running around the abomination, the ugly humanoid monster stretched out his fan-sized palm, grabbed the wire, and pulled it hard.

With a "poof", the tense steel wire instantly pierced the air, stirring up a noise that tingled the eardrum.

"It's miserable. Jin thunder wailed, covered his eyes with his little short hand and said, "Frodo, they lost." ”

"Not necessarily. Legolas' falcon-like vision came into play, and he caught a glimpse of something unusual with the help of the High Power King telescope......

He frowned and whispered, "Frodo, they have been training in the infantry battalion for a long time, and they may have prepared some tactics for this test. ”

Sure enough, the hobbit didn't struggle, and let go of his hand, letting the mechanical abomination drag the wire away, but there was a sly smile on his lips.

The mechanical abomination of the pitiful brain capacity of up to 1024M has not yet recovered the process, just the room

With a bang, the body of the mechanical abomination exploded violently, sending countless sand and rocks flying.

Jin Li frowned and asked Aragorn, "What just happened?"

"Well, Sam they wrapped a piece of 1 wire around the grenade, and when the abomination dragged the wire away, it could detonate it next to him. Aragorn nodded approvingly and said, "That's a good tactic. ”

Anduin didn't have any expression on his face, except to control the mechanical abomination to get up from the ground with difficulty and press the refresh button on the controller. In a moment's breath, the mechanical structure of the abomination trembled like ripples on the surface of the water, and the scars disappeared without a trace.

"Abomination has two more lives, come on hobbit. ”

The mechanical creature stepped forward again, this time it was much more cautious, first picked up a door-like tower shield from the weapon rack next to it and blocked it in front of him, and then took a spear, waved it slightly, and made a sound of breaking through the sky.

Sensing the pressure, the hobbit glanced at him and nodded heavily.

Suddenly, the abomination moved. The mechanical ankle is supported by a powerful hydraulic drive system, leaving deep footprints on the solid rammed earth surface.

"Die!"

The mechanical abomination roared in that electronic voice, and its massive figure fell down like a tiger descending a mountain, its knees half-kneeling on the ground, spring-like accumulation of strength.

Flodo stepped back, his submachine gun swept in vain, striking the heavy cuirass of abomination with a crisp clang, leaving only a slight dent.

Howling in abomination, he leapt to his feet, and the spear in his hand slashed straight at him, the wooden spear body bent and deformed under the blessing of great power, and slashed at Flordo.

The hobbit was not afraid of danger, and the whole person actually fell on his stomach, took out a shotgun from behind and shot diagonally into the air, and rolled up with the huge recoil, dodging the abomination of the pounce.

Frodo let out a burst of fire, bracing himself with one hand, and freeing up the other hand to pull out the sword from Bilbo Baggins and known as the "Stinging Needle" from behind his back.

Forged by elves in ancient times, this needle has been soaked over time without the slightest erosion and wear, and at the same time, it is extremely sharp, and it can emit blue light around the blade when evil creatures such as orcs approach.

At this moment, Flordo grasped the hilt of his sword, stabbed it diagonally into the bullet-riddled chest plate of the abomination, and then broke it with a force, only to hear a "click", and the hobbit actually pried off the entire heavy chest armor.

Before the jaw-dropping crowd could sigh, Frodo rolled on a donkey, dodging the hammer blow of the mechanical abomination's fist, and then gripped the submachine gun, pouring bullets onto the abomination's exposed chest.

The sound of the copper bead falling resounded, and the flames from the muzzle of the gun could not block the sparks that burst from the chest of the mechanical abomination.

With a thud, the massive body of the machine convulsed in vain, and fell to the ground on its knees.

The audience was already stunned, convinced by the hobbit's whimsy.

"Frodo has taken gunpowder, so fierce?" said Golden Thunderbolt's beard, trembling, even forgetting to withdraw his tongue, and muttering to himself sluggishly.

Anduin, who was standing on the platform, couldn't help but applaud and said, "Abomination still has a life, good job." ”

I don't know if it's true, as the old saying goes, "the heavens will descend on the people", the hobbits did not indulge in the beauty of the city during the month and a half they spent in Rivendell - after the goblin merchants bought up all the valuable reliefs, statues, and paintings.

On the contrary, Frodo and the others spent most of their time in the new army barracks, where they received intensive group training with reasonable curriculum.

In their own words, it is "I came to the big city to see the world".

Especially after they were ordered to become the Ring Guard team that sent the One Ring to Mount Doom, they trained even harder, and completed the transformation from farmers to warriors in a short period of time.

Of course, this is also inseparable from a certain gray-robed mage who does not want to be named.

Similar to Fei Capital in "Dragon Lance" and Dumbledore in "Harry Potter", old men who seem to be quite decent and have rich life experience will use "ideals", "beliefs", "morals" and so on to bind the "brave" standing at the fork in the road of fate, and bewitch or persuade them to reach the limit of their potential again and again, so as to create miracles.

As for the means used by Gandalf that the hobbits were able to accomplish this exaggerated transformation.... Naturally, it should be the power of witchcraft. If you want to make some kind of dirty deal, it's better to see a psychiatrist or go to the police station for information.

"The second life of mechanical abomination, get ready. ”

The goblin merchant's fingers pressed the button again, and the mechanical abomination rippled again, and he stood up with a spasmodic tremble.

The mechanical creature touched the restored plate armor on his chest in some confusion, and roared again when he saw Flodo.

However, at this moment, before Abomination stepped forward, several short figures fell from the shade of the trees above him, and it was none other than the three Sams who had disappeared just now.

They each held a chainsaw from the weapon rack in their hands, and as soon as they pulled the rope of the engine, the heavy equipment that buzzed and shimmered with cold light slashed towards the joints of the abomination's body.

Heavy shards of armor splattered, squirting dark lube from the pipes, and before the resurrected mechanical abomination could make a statement, it had its arms cut off, its spine severed, and fell to the ground in vain.

The training ground was silent, except for the rapid breathing of the hobbits and the occasional sparks from the mechanical abomination.

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"Don't drink and drive, drive and don't drink"

"Slow down, slow down, the whole family is safe"

This type of slogan is posted on the side of the Dongfeng truck, with white letters on a blue background, written in Elfish language.

The young driver yawned and lowered the visor in front of the windshield, dampening the light that came in.

Less than a month after Malfurion got his driver's license, he was selected to join the "Rivendell Logistics Brigade" as if he were being put on the shelves.

"What kind of soldier is this, hey. Malfurion grumbled dissatisfiedly, "I yearn for a battlefield with real guns, and a torrent of steel to crush those orcs..."

Unfortunately, Malfurion's math scores were not enough to be selected for the artillery brigade, and his marksmanship was not good, and his grades were so bad that he was unwilling to become a cook, so he had to become a glorious old driver.

"Welcome to the Rivendell Voice, I'm host Tyrande. ”

With a gentle female voice on the car radio, Malfurion has been a loyal listener since the start of the show, and never misses an episode.

"The cold wind can't extinguish the heat in the hearts of revolutionary soldiers, in this snowflake"

That's a nice sound... Malfurion's face had a foolish smile on his face, and he thought about it.

"Miss Tyrande, what does it look like?"

That's right, the Red Star brand radio has entered thousands of households in Rivendell at a low price of 1,000 points each, and Miss Tyrande, who hosts the world's only shortwave communication radio program, has gained a large number of fans.

Annoyingly, Miss Tyrande has always been only known by voice, and has never revealed any personal information.

"I am just a laborer standing in an ordinary job, and like all of you, I have devoted myself to the struggle against the Sauron national united front in my own way. ”

That's what Miss Tyrande said on the radio show.

"What a perfect woman," Malfurion laughed again.

The pager on his waist vibrated suddenly, pulling back the thoughts of the old driver who was addicted to the voice massage of a beautiful girl.

"Attention of all units, the road ahead is muddy and poor, pay attention to slow down and slow down", "received", "received"

Malfurion hurriedly lowered the volume of the announcement, pressed the button on the walkie-talkie, and said in a deep voice, "Roger." ”

The convoy of ten large trucks loaded with artillery and four personnel carriers in front and rear was destined for the dwarven Ash Mountain.

"Our allies need help. ”

King Elon said, "The threat of Sauron is imminent, and every ounce of strength must be united to preserve hope. ”

The arrogance and blind confidence peculiar to young people made Malfurion dismissive of this kind of official talk, and perhaps the "non-elven races" were a help, but more often than not, they could only serve as a hindrance.

The elves of Rivendell are able to give up everything and exhaust their potential in times of crisis. And those human beings are still hesitating, pulling and prevaricating each other.

A few days ago, Malfurion had accompanied a convoy to transport new firearms to Minas Tirith, the capital of the Kingdom of Gondor

But the officials there did not cooperate, fearing that there would be an order from the regent Dinethor II, and there were still some discordant voices.

Asking for "protection money" from the elf convoy, accusing the car of being a "devil's creation", trying to steal guns and ammunition, medical treatment, and even the temptation of semi-official forces.

The day after the guns were handed over to Gondor, this "elven new bow and arrow" appeared on the underground black market, and the humans could not do anything else, but they had a hand in civil strife.

A few underground forces who had tasted the power of guns quickly approached the elves and demanded to buy more—even before the official emissaries of Gondor.