Anduin Carnaline, a living legend.

It is said that he once piloted a small sampan, encountered a dozen Zerg Star Destroyers on the Magellan's Red Nebula, and coaxed them into buying a completely useless Kalanxi brand mustard-flavored hairspray with his incorruptible tongue - and also obtained the lease rights of eighty reckless beasts.

Some say he used Level 9 Psionic Storm just to be able to face the Sadism of one of the four evil gods in subspace - to sell his newly acquired two-dimensional plane colorful candy glass marbles.

Some people say that he is a madman, a madman, a concrete individual whose cosmic entropy value is rampant against the mentally retarded and rushes towards the edge of heat death.

In this regard, Anduin, the green-skinned goblin's evaluation of this-

"Anna, can you pay attention to the reserve balance of the old godmother, how many times have I said that snail noodles are not eaten by the old godmother?"

Anduin, dressed in flip-flops and a big shirt, angrily pressed the bowl against the titanium square table and yelled at the pale blue display on the circular dome.

"It's been a long time, the old things are drunk, the fools are ignorant, and they eat the consequences. ”

Anna, or the spirit of Anna Cabbage's flatbread ship, said in an ethereal tone through the ship's broadcast.

"Uh...."The goblin merchant rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, it was me who sold the old godmother to those sub-mages on the Faren Continent, how many years ago did this stubble?"

"In the past, I heard of falling stars, the fire raged in the sky, and the gods were terrified, twenty-three years. ”

"Tsk, it's been twenty-three years," Anduin's expression was a little gloomy, he looked at his smooth and delicate green palm, and muttered to himself, "Am I old?" ”

"All the troubles are due to the knowledge of the disability, the abandonment of distracting thoughts, and the preservation of one. ”

The spirit of the Cabbage Flatbread Ship softly comforted its owner, and the 76-kilometer-long, 18-kilometer-wide shuttle-shaped spaceship drove its engines, and gently dropped a steel pipe from the ceiling in the spacious bridge hall to caress the goblin trapped in the OTZ state.

Anduin didn't seem to be comfortable with the care of others, he coughed and asked, "How far are we from Middle-earth?"

"Under the sky, the wind is fierce, the clouds and mist are churning, and the living beings are extinct. ”

"Eh, have you reached the stratosphere?" Anduin reached out and tugged at the display to see the Shire village lit up in the deep night.

"According to the instructions given to me by the old dragon, the sales target this time should be in ..... That direction. ”

Anduin snapped his fingers as he rubbed his stubble chin as Kevlar carbon armor loaded onto his body from the mechanical arms on either side of the bridge, slowly falling invisible as the nuclear-powered core was inserted into the groove behind the ridge.

"Anna, teleport me. A hideous smile appeared on the corner of Anduin's mouth, "Don't let our customers wait too much..."

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Frodo felt like he was going to die.

As a hobbit, the young man had lived in a pocket with his rather prestigious adoptive father, Bilbo Baggins, and had never set foot outside the village.

Until a few days ago, the gray-robed mage Gandalf, who was known to everyone in Middle-earth, gave him a great task of resistance, adventure, and hope, that is, with his pure and kind heart, he took the One Ring that bewitched all beings to the elven city of Rivendell.

Driven by the self-actualization of young people (the hobbits usually refer to the age range of thirteen to thirty as teenagers), Frodo embarks on a journey with his companions, filled with anticipation of great expectations and epic adventures in the heart of the bigfoot dwarf.

Belch..... Until now.

The Ringwraith, wrapped in black robes, rode the red-eyed, tall and evil Humvee, and easily caught up with the fleeing dwarf, the so-called Freelander Aragorn who was still wrestling with the other Ringwraiths and could only hold the line with torches.

It doesn't matter, the lives of those who keep the vows are already being harvested by me.

The heavy armor under the black robe didn't stop the Ringwraith's sword-wielding Lisuo in the slightest—if he had a face, the former human king would be smirking at the moment, ready to cut off Flodo's head, and then bathe in scarlet blood, enjoying the pleasure of taking his life.

The sword glowed in the moonlight, and Flodo was frightened by the tyrannical aura of the ring spirit, and stood in place in fear, at a loss.

"Master Flodo!

Loyal Sam shouted, and the hobbit with a large backpack ran desperately, but the distance between them was like a moat.

Yes, dead?

Flodo froze, watching the sword tear through the air.

Is this the end of my adventure?

Aragorn's eyes were torn apart, and he slashed at the Ringwraith's horse in front of him, and ran towards the Shire who held the One Ring.

This is different from what Gandalf said.....

Flo closed his glasses, waiting for death to come as precisely as a clock.

“fire-in-the-hole！”

A majestic voice rang out from the shadows of the longing trees, and a green cylindrical object the size of a water cup arced in mid-air and landed in front of the ringwraith.

Flashbangs from the XXI century, exploded.

The magnesium heat effect occurred dramatically in a matter of milliseconds, and the chemical energy rushed and exploded on this nameless hill, and the unheard-of dazzling brilliance directly took away the existence of the moonlight.

Due to the limitations of the times, neither the Fellowship of the Ring nor the Knights of the Ring closed their eyes, if the latter had an organ called "eyes".

So, they paid the price.

The adventurers of the human camp fell to the ground in agony, saliva and tears flowed uncontrollably, and the pituitary semicircular canal seemed to be put into a frantically rotating waterwheel, explaining their trauma with physiological reactions.

The Ringwraiths were even more miserable, these half-physical creatures with dark energy could not support their faces for a second under the illumination of the strong beam of light, their black robes were brittle, and the long swords in their hands were mottled and rotten.

"Roar!!"

The leading Ringwraithmann climbed up with difficulty, he held the short sword, roared in the sky, and the evil energy from the one-eyed demon king Sauron was transmitted to him from far away from the lonely mountain, and the dignity of the demon lord could not be violated.

"Yes!

An obscure voice came from the wraith's mouth, and he scanned the forest back and forth, like a wounded hunter vigilant.

He was answered by the crisp sound of gunfire.

The assault rifle of the Kalashnikov, commonly known as the AK-47, fired steadily at a rate of 2 seconds and 17 rounds, the bullet sliced through the rifling, and the kinetic effect based on the activation of the gunpowder was transmitted to the Ringwraith's close-fitting armor.

Da-da-da, da-da-da.

Goblins, green-skinned arms dealers in flip-flops and shirts, casually swept the recalcitrant Ringwrath Knight into a cloud of ashes, and said casually, "Hello, dear natives, I'm your father." ”