Mordor is located in the southeastern corner of Middle-earth, surrounded by the Ash Mountains and the Shadow Mountains, isolating Sauron's forces between the Molten Volcanoes.

If a gray eagle or other bird could break through the sulfur, heat, and dark aura that eroded Yin Rao's mind, and fly high in the sky to look down on Mordor, then it would surely be able to notice the huge one-eyed that stood silently on the top of the towering Evil Black Tower.

The blazing dark gold ** flame guards the dark and deep pupils, and the cruel and tyrannical big eyes hold the remnant soul of Sauron.

"That damn goblin ....."

A sound sounded at the top of the Evil Black Tower, and the divine power of the words shook the air, and even the never-ending molten volcano trembled at the Demon Lord's wrath, spewing hot magma.

"I don't have enough strength right now, I need to make a plan...."

Unlike the other gods of this world, Lord Sauron has a high fighting spirit, a clear fighting strategy, and a flexible fighting policy.

Well, you can also understand it as daring to fight, daring to coward, and shameless.

In the ancient period that is difficult to verify, when Sauron was still working under the god of craft, Ollie, he learned from the experience of the previous demon king Markor's failed struggle, and gradually realized a truth.

That is, to be a god and to be an evil god requires ambition, patience, ruthlessness, and perseverance, all of which are indispensable. In addition to this, it requires subtle and sophisticated means.

Unite all the forces that can be united, pull a group to fight a group, develop forces in places where the enemy cannot control, have the courage to fight, dare to admit that it is a big deal, transfer strategy, build a high wall, accumulate grain, and slowly become king....

If he is a mortal who coincides with troubled times, he may be able to fight his way through the struggle of the heroes and the deer, and finally establish a great cause.

However, matter determines consciousness in this world that is not so absolute.

After being teased by other gods and mortals, pinching eggs, and poking eyeballs, Sauron, as the second demon king, still knelt shamefully.

Most of the power was sealed in the "Void Realm", and only a wisp of remnant soul was left to snuggle on the one-eye, and every moment it suffered 10,000 times more intense than the burning body.

Fortunately, a few months ago, Sauron sensed a deep, reckless, simple and mysterious aura appearing in this world.

With the attitude of giving it a try, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the breath actually responded to his call, and the silk threads generally transmitted power into his body.

It was the favor of the source sea, and Sauron remembered the story passed down from mouth to mouth among the gods when he was still a god.

The reason why Manwei is the king of the gods is because he was the first to come into contact with the source sea and control the unparalleled power.

With no other choice, Sauron drank to quench his thirst, and according to his level of recovery, in a few months, he would be able to reign once again, ignoring all intrigues.

"I'm still too weak now...."

That goblin, a goblin that had long been extinct in Middle-earth, was able to ignore the mysterious nature of divinity and bind his will to put it on the ring spirit.

If it weren't for Sauron's recovery, I'm afraid it would really be possible for the goblins to grab the cursed soul of the nine-headed ringwraith.

The huge one-eyed blinked, and the evil magic power directly constructed the armor of the ring spirit, and the dark blue soul flame ignited again.

This time, the armor on the Ring Spirit was even more hideous and terrifying, covered with the fangs of fierce beasts, intending to choose people to devour.

"Goblins, I remember you. ”

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Rivendell, the city of elves.

It is impossible to describe the beauty of this city in all the words of the world.

The walls are stacked with white rocks in the midst of the lush mountains, and the murmuring water of the river flows under the suspension bridges and laps gently against the mossy bedrock.

Hand-woven flags hung beneath the tall sentry towers, embroidered with gold threads and ornate ornaments, were the men's heraldic scholars who might have to look for a penumbra in the thick decaying texts.

King Elrond, the master of the city, is a man of the elves who is indescribably majestic and indescribably wise in vastness, and who is the king of the elves, the unquestionable leader.

Wearing a gold-leaf laurel wreath and a light green robe, King Elon was standing on the edge of the fence of the gazebo, and Rivendell could be seen in full view.

How mournful are the yellow leaves in the shadows of the trees, how emotional are the elven bards who sing epic elegiacs, how ..... are the goblins who drive steel carriages and smoke dirt cigarettes

Hmm??? goblins?

King Elon's brain twitched, and he immediately reacted, Gandalf's owl messenger had already explained the other day that the goblin merchant named Anduin was the power of the good camp that could be won.

In addition to this, he seems to have strange and powerful powers...

Thinking of the note Gandalf had added at the end of the letter, King Elon couldn't help but sigh, he wasn't as racist as "some elves" were stress-reactive, but he wasn't kind to other races either.

Only elves are the wisest and most elegant race in Middle-earth, and as for humans, dwarves, and hobbits, they are all poor and pathetic species of poor shape and lack intelligence.

This kind of thinking was once widely circulated, but fortunately, the battle of the Five Armies a few decades ago made many elves correct their concepts, and even a small number of elves overcorrected, under the banner of "all-inclusiveness, natural human rights", calling on elves to put aside their prejudices and give equal care to other races.

This care includes but is not limited to dwarves, gnomes, gnolls, trolls, and other strangely shaped humanoids, "who also deserve the respect of the elves!"

King Ayron faintly felt that although the power of this "elf white left" was still very low, it was likely to become a big trouble for the elven kingdom one day in the future.

"Oh, someday in the future? if we ever have a future. Now consider Sauron's threat. ”

The shadow of Sauron loomed over the world, and many elves were ready to abandon their homes, and there were even those who were impatient and had fled overseas in ships.

"When Sauron really regains his strength, where can the world flee to?"

King Elon smiled bitterly and left behind those elven compatriots who "accumulated strength, shifted strategy, and were ready to transfer to **** at any time".

Perhaps, they had 10,000 reasons, either to protect their families, to preserve the fire, or to fear the cruelty of the Demon King, or to pride themselves on being sober, knowing that Middle-earth could not stand in Sauron's footsteps.

But the world always needs stupid people, doesn't it? Do it knowing that you can't do it, even if there is a bottomless abyss ahead of you, and you will be crushed at any time.

"I love Long, and I will never take half a step back. ”

The Elven King gave the goblin sitting in the steel carriage a deep look, tapping his knuckles against the railing, silently retracting his gaze.

Anduin seemed to sense something, ignoring the curious and disdainful gazes of the elves on both sides of the street, and whispered to Groffindelle, "Who is that old rabbit in the pavilion who keeps looking at me?