For orcs, the Dark Tower Barador is full of opportunities near it. In addition to fighting, there is also an arena where the commander is selected through a contest www.biquge.info pen & fun & pavilion. It can be seen that Dusaud is still very interested in these things, and his eyes show envy from time to time. He stopped in front of the camp where Hercules was selected, and poked his head out for a moment.

Zhao Mai waited quietly for him on the sidelines until he made up his mind and continued to follow the current leader. "Why don't you go and try it?"

"They are not as powerful as you, so they are naturally not as promising as you. Dusaud scratched his bald head and said angrily: "If you can't make the best, you have to follow the best." ”

Who says orcs don't have intelligence?" "Well, since you said so, then I'll train you." As long as you can endure hardship, you will definitely become the strongest among the orcs. Whether they are afraid of you or love you, they will truly respect you. ”

It took several seconds for Dusart to ask, "What do you mean by respect?"

"It's just that when you eat, they will let you eat first. Zhao Mai's explanation made the orcs suddenly realize, and said that respect was a good thing, and then began to look forward to being respected, and the corners of his mouth even drooled.

Zhao Mai had no time to focus on the hope and happiness in Duschat's heart, but devoted all his energy to observing the Doomsday Volcano. The closer you get to this famous mountain, the more you can feel its majestic majesty and terrifying momentum that threatens all things. Zhao Mai had felt a similar power on the ice-piercing Great Wall, the kind that was deeply rooted in the foundation of the earth and closely related to the fate of the entire world. The Great Wall of Despair is icy, and the Doomsday Volcano gathers all the forces of destruction, cruelty, and scorching power to form an inexhaustible crucible.

The Great Wall of Desperation only absorbed the power of the surrounding land for hundreds of miles, while the Doomsday Volcano radiated the entire Mordor, and even continued to extend outward. In terms of the comparison of strength, even if the Great Wall of Despair is larger, if it is thrown into the Doomsday Volcano, it will be burned into steam without accident and turn into a cloud floating in the air, which will hardly affect the continued eruption of the volcano.

In addition to the majestic power of destruction, there is a defensive fortress built at the foot of Mount Doom, guarded by an elite orc army, and the Ringwraith himself is seated. Along the way to Mount Doom, especially in the direction leading to the forging platform, there are all kinds of terrifying spells, guarding against any possible intruders. These forces can't stop a strong man like Zhao Mai, but the strong will of the dark world is the real enemy.

The dark forces here have been twisted by Sauron's will, and continue to exude malice, both on the light and the dark side. There was still some distance from the foot of the mountain, Zhao Mai felt oppressed and had to slow down and adjust. And Dusaud needs to take a break after walking a few steps to calm down his mood before he can muster up the strength to move forward again. If you muster the strength to fight it, it can easily cause an annihilation effect. Even if he can't burn Zhao Mai, he will definitely be exposed, which is not what he wants.

On the other hand, the reserve grain and small flowers, they are "not deeply involved in the world", and there are not many powers of darkness or light, so they are less repelled and seem to be easy to walk. If this is the case, it is not permissible to bring them to the spirits in order to avoid their attention. Zhao Mai found a corner, kicked out a shallow pit with his foot, and asked the reserve grain to hide in it with Xiaohua and wait for him to come back.

Karn Tower was ahead, and although it was the residence of the Ringwraith, it was humble in height and size, not as tall as the Fire Raven Centurion's turret. There are also few guards here, only a few goblins standing guard and serving. They all wore collars around their necks and were bound in chains, far from the pillars of the Karn Tower, like tethered dogs. Each goblin has been oppressed by the dark forces for a long time, tormented by the terrifying breath of the Doomsday Volcano and the Ringwraith. Sooner or later they will collapse, and then there will be new service personnel to replace them.

"What are you doing here?" The goblin's face was covered in blood from scratching by himself, and his pupils were dilated, but he still couldn't forget his duty. "This is the residence of Lord Ringling, you dare to disturb it!"

"I am Tverdo Blackfoot, centurion of the plains of Nurn, we have captured the elves who have infiltrated, and we have brought them here in our allegiance to the Dark Lord and obeying his orders and instructions. Zhao Mai took out Christie's pistol and showed it to the goblin: "Lord Ringing Spirit will definitely reward us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to Karnta's door opened, and a shadow wearing a black steel helmet, wrapped in black linen, stepped out. Where it should have been a face, there was only a dark shadow that could not be seen. The ear-piercing sound came from the armor, like fingernails cutting across a blackboard, like rusty iron swords rubbing against each other. "Bring it on!"

The Ringwraith is extremely stressful, and the aura on its body is exactly the same as that of the Doomsday Volcano behind it. Zhao Mai only felt as if he was surrounded by the flames spewed by the dragon, and he had to be in awe at all times, and he could only survive by trembling and obeying.

All of this was the feeling that the will of the dark world brought to him, floating on the surface of his body, isolated from his autonomous consciousness. However, in order to "follow the trend", in order to better disguise himself, Zhao Mai bent down, unwrapped the package behind him, and presented Christie's things in front of the ring spirit.

Douschat did the same, removing the shroud. No matter how beautiful he was in life, he couldn't look at it after being photographed and went through the process of corruption. The surrounding goblins all showed expressions of disgust and disgust, but under the pressure of the ring spirits, their feet were nailed to the ground motionless.

"Good, good!" the Ringwraith's voice of pleasure was still torture to the others, "Another one!"

Zhao Mai listened to it in his ears and remained silent. "Willing to serve the Great Dark Lord!"

"Who killed her?" the Ringwraith swept over the two orcs before heading towards Duschat, "Yes, you're doing well. Do you want more power?"

"Yes. Dusaud nodded, he looked at Zhao Mai, and then added: "It's mainly because of the strong skills of the Blackfoot Leader that I have the last chance to kill her." ”

The Ringwraith didn't say anything, and a puff of black smoke drifted into Duschat's nostrils, reaching his limbs through breath and blood circulation. Black patterns appeared on his skin, his body became more robust, and his gaze became more vicious.

"Arise, your service is satisfactory, you have the strength of a commander, now go and choose an army to join and open up more territory for Mordor!" said the Ringwraith. He then turned to Zhao Mai, his invisible gaze scanning the black flag for a moment, and then asked, "As for you, loyal orc, what do you want?"