Saruman stood proudly with his staff in his hand, still majestic, and said, "Is this a meeting to discuss the destruction of the One Ring, or a meeting for the robbers to seize the Ring? This is completely off topic! I see, Elrond, it turns out that you elves are the masterminds behind everything, and you are the ones who have taken refuge in Sauron! This Tverdo, isn't it your elves?In Mordor, you provide food and troops for the Dark Lord! Gondor, these people are financing your enemies and plotting to take your throne. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Dwarves, these people are letting the orcs go north to invade your homeland!"

The sound of weapons unsheathed was endless, and some were even already ping-pong colliding, and the scene became extremely chaotic. Elves, humans, and dwarves, instigated by Saruman's language, began to accuse each other, and old feuds exploded like gasoline drums as soon as they were ignited. Elrond's loud call for calm and restraint is probably the only reason why there is no bloodshed so far.

Zhao Mai walked towards Saruman, who opened his palm to Zhao Mai. "Stop!" His words carried the power of magic, and the will of the world was mixed in them, forcibly blocking Zhao Mai's way. The Ring of Power created by the white-robed wizard himself amplified the power of his words, whether it was bewitching or using spells, it could be enhanced by using the will of the world.

Zhao Mai was confident in his strength, but now he had a feeling that he had nowhere to focus. Feet on the ground, although not slippery, but do not feel any feedback. Even if he used his psychic ability to blast, he just shook and couldn't move an inch.

Saruman crossed his fingers and swiped in front of Zhao Mai: "You should listen to the advice of the wise man and lay down your weapons." You don't have the right to take care of the Lord of the Rings anymore, just go back to where you come from!"

Zhao Mai let go of his hand, but the Ice Long Sword floated in the air and did not fall to the ground. Saruman's eyes twitched, and the staff was immediately placed across his chest. The Ice Sword flew over and slammed into an invisible barrier, blasting to pieces.

A layer of flame rose from around Saruman's body, a mixture of gold and white. His other ring erupted with a bright glow, and everyone present felt warm. "I am the master of the secret fire, and I hold all the flames in the world! holy fire, mortal fire, or demonic fire, the fire of life that creates the world, or the fire of the end of the world. Your evil ice can't defeat me, Tverdo liar-mouthed deceiver!"

The flames rise and eventually turn into light, emitting an iridescent glow of various colors. "I am Saruman in the white robe, and the color of the white robe comes from all colors. Colorful, omnipotent, all-encompassing! Flame is my light, sound is my strength! Turn to ashes!"

Zhao Mai was immediately surrounded by flames, and his body burned in the flames. Everyone hurriedly retreated, for fear of being hurt by this terrible heat. Just as he was about to rush up, he saw a hand stretched out in the flames to stop him and signal him to stand down. The hand was white and flawless, like jade, and was not harmed by the flames at all.

"You think this will hurt me?" Zhao Mai's voice suddenly became very distant, as if it came from outside the sky. "Have you not lived up to expectations in all that you have done? Kurunaire, you have taken the initiative to ask for your present duty, and you have abandoned it? You have given up glory and become a captive of power. One, two, three, that's your end!"

Zhao Mai stood in front of everyone like a fire element, his face was deeply hidden under the flames, and he could only roughly distinguish his vague facial features. Saruman looked at Zhao Mai with a flickering gaze, and his heart was shocked. This flame can melt gold and break iron, even stone can turn into gas, how can flesh and blood bear it?

In fact, Zhao Mai was not feeling well, a sudden arrival of the will of the world helped him block the flames, and his current feeling was like when he made Sauron. "Don't make a mess, he can't burn me!" Zhao Mai said to this will in his heart. Saruman's magic flame can quickly burn through Zhao Mai's skin and flesh, but he can withstand it with the power of ice to relieve, the power of nature to heal, and the power of blood to regenerate. It hurts a little, and it's better than being endorsed by the will of the world.

The power receded, taking Saruman's flames with him. Zhao Mai hurriedly used his psychic ability to create elf-style clothes to wrap himself, so that he did not walk away in front of all the important people in Middle-earth. Although the will of the world is gone, it has been attached to him before, which has improved his "social status", so Zhao Mai has become more and more tall and important in the eyes of everyone. Zhao Mai was still wondering what Iluvita meant, while Saruman's forces split themselves.

"It's him, it's him who imprisoned Gandalf in the grey robe!" One of Saruman's apprentices suddenly jumped out and said, "He took Gandalf's ring and tortured the news of the meeting!

"Nonsense! Filthy eyes!" Saruman waved his staff, and the fireball flew towards the apprentice. Glorfendale took a step across and slashed the fireball with his sword, blocking the blow. Almost everyone was stunned by the changes in front of them, and Saruman frowned, and immediately turned around, reaching out to grab the One Ring in the wreckage.

It was empty, except for the fragments of Nasir's holy sword lying in the wreckage. Saruman's eyes widened, and he turned his head around in panic to check, "Who is it, who took the Ring!"

"It's me. Frodo spread out his palm, and the Supreme Ring was in the palm of his hand. "I saw that you were about to fight, and I was afraid that it would make too much of a mess, so I picked it up first. The shards of the sword were too sharp for me to fit in my pocket, so I didn't pick them up. Sorry Aragorn, I want to help. ”

Elrond held his head high, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and asked sharply, "Saruman, is Gandalf imprisoned by you?

"The Lord of the Rings is in your hands, it's a complete waste! Leave it to me, and I can quickly defeat Sauron and destroy his evil forces!

"You've already begun to fall, and with the Ring, you're only going to twist faster. After overthrowing Sauron, you will replace him as the new Evil Demon King, become the new Sauron, and bring even greater calamity!"

"No, you're a slander! I can't defeat Sauron on my own, but I can certainly with the help of the Ring! My only thought is to defeat darkness and evil! Isn't the light I emit the light of dawn that dispells the darkness?"

Even now, Saruman's words are moving, and many people are silent, unable to speak out against them. "Maybe what he said has some truth, maybe what he said will work, maybe ......" Zhao Mai snorted and said: "Take the Supreme Ring, can you still take it off? Can you still destroy it as you say? You don't even want to return the Elf Ring, how can you take off the more powerful Supreme Ring if you wear it so firmly on your hand? Your words are very beautiful, but they are all beautiful lies!"

Saruman looked at the ring in his hand, and then at the Supreme Ring in Frodo's hand, and hesitated. Zhao Mai flipped his wrist and used his psychic ability to hold up the fragments of Nasir's holy sword on the ground, causing them to fly in the air behind Saruman's back. I didn't expect the white-robed mage to be so alert, his eyebrows raised slightly, turning into a shadow that swirled inward, and teleported away at once.

This spell is so familiar, Zhao Mai will too!