Boiling magma spewed into the air, the level of the hot red liquid rising until it flowed out of three large sloping holes, leading down the magically reinforced trenches to the Workshop, heating furnace after furnace. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The crater was filled with red light, but there was one place that never illuminated. It was a platform jutting out of the mountain wall, just above the lava heaviest. The hot air forms a whirlwind, and the turbulence never stops. Just at the edge of the platform, a dark shadow between reality and void formed a human form, a tall body that absorbed all light and hope, and a man struggling in his strong arms.

The man struggled, his arms could swing, his feet could kick, but his throat was clutched, and he couldn't say a word. The flying fists and feet arced in the air, but they couldn't affect the black shadow in the slightest. The shadow was like a mist, it could be destroyed, but it wouldn't be harmed. With a faint whisper of a muffled plea, the shadow of never being able to be freed and rest will always reassemble.

This is the Ringwraith, a powerful human who wears the Ring of Power, now a servant of the One Ring, Sauron's most loyal lieutenant. No living creature could see their form if he wanted to, and mundane matter could not block their gaze and body. They are dead, but they are not dead, forever at that critical moment, forever under the control of Sauron.

Dark words floated out of the horrific figure with a vicious curse and burrowed into the man's heart. "Fuel with fate, blow with the steam of blood, heap victory with flesh and bone. The Ringwraith said, "Give your life to the great Dark Lord!"

He let go of his hand and threw the man down. "Haha, I can fly, idiot!" was the man's last words before falling into the lava.

The lava boiled more and more, and pillars of fire rose into the sky, red hot dripping onto the platform, condensing into gray pieces of metal. The Ringwraith looked around and turned away from the platform.

This platform is where Sauron made the One Ring, and the only place where the One Ring can be destroyed. Complex spells protect the place, and the only entrance and exit is under the watchful eye of Sauron. More than two thousand years ago, on the slopes of Mount Doom, a coalition of humans and elves fought a decisive battle with him, and Sauron, with the One Ring, was unstoppable until his Ring-wearing fingers were cut off by Isildo's sword. Since his body had been destroyed by Iluvita's powers, he was unable to remain physical after losing the One Ring, and his strength fell to the bottom after a violent explosion.

He failed that time, but the One Ring bewitched Isildo, and it took control of Isildo's mind on the short way he climbed Mount Doom to the forging platform. The King of Humanity has changed his plan to destroy the Ring and take it for himself.

Thus, the Demon King Zoro had a chance to breathe. He regains his strength while searching for the Ring. He commanded his servants to rebuild Baladul, the Tower of Darkness. Now, an eternally burning eyeless eye hovers above the black spire, looking down on all of Mordor. The red glow was Sauron's sight, and there was always a touch of red that shrouded the entrance to the Doomsday Volcano's forging platform.

"Master, the sacrifice went well. The Ringwraith knelt in the red light and said humbly. "Two outsiders who have broken through space to Mordor have contributed their destiny, and the power of darkness continues to grow. ”

"I want more!" the high-pitched voice went straight into the weight of the ring spirit's soul, and the black shadow body shook in the vibration. "There's more, I'm going to do it! I want my army, I'm going to attack!"

"Yes, Lord of Darkness. The Ringwraith stood up and joined the other eight Ringwraiths. They sit in a circle and communicate directly with their gaze to convey consciousness.

"Summons all the Lords, War Chiefs, and Commanders, and let the slaves of the South and the East move, and all the creatures of darkness move, and make Mordor great again!" said the Leader of the Rings, the strongest known as the Witch King of Angmar, "Build the army of the Lord of Darkness, build the chariot of the Lord of Darkness, and we will rule the world!"

The Ringwraiths split up, each summoning the Dark Lord's other minions to set Mordor's war machine in action. Volcano Doom is the engine of this machine, and countless orcs and all kinds of dark creatures are gears, levers, and conveyor belts. "We're going to loot! We're going to make what we see ours!"

This slogan was being shouted from all over Mordor, and Zhao Mai also set foot on the road to the Doomsday Volcano. The orders of the Ringwraiths do not reach the level of centurion, and even the Commander of the Thousand is just a follow-up of the War Chieftain, and he does not even have the right to speak. Zhao Mai didn't know any news, but he didn't care about it, anyway, he was going to Doomsday Volcano to have a look. If he is stopped by the commander, then he will become the commander, and if he is stopped by the commander, Zhao Mai will become the commander under the heavy blow of the thick fist of the psychic ability and the natural force.

"What if the Ring Spirit stops you?" asked Xiaohua, who had already recovered her spirits, as she sat on the tall back of the stored grain, looking into Zhao Mai's eyes. "You know that the Ringwraiths can't really be destroyed, right?"

"I'm a loyal servant of the Dark Demon King, how could I attack the Ring Spirit?" Zhao Mai pinched his chin: "The commander is too close to the Ring Spirit, and the War Chief's level is quite good, and he can influence the situation, but it won't be too prominent." ”

"What if you were to lead an army to fight elves and humans?

"To put it mildly, I'm not a human anymore, so there's no psychological pressure to fight humans and elves, and the orcs are created by me. Zhao Mai thought for a moment, and then added: "If it's going to fight halflings or star elves, that's another matter, and I will definitely prevent it from happening." But my goal is also very clear, the orcs can win, and it doesn't matter to me whether Sauron wins or not. ”

"Didn't you make Sauron, too?" said Xiaohua with a smile.

That's true, but only if he listens to me. Zhao Mai reached behind his back and adjusted the angle of the flagpole. As a centurion, Zhao Mai received a gift from the orcs of the settlement, a flag and flagpole belonging to him. A dirty square cloth depicts a black foot on it, stepping on a red pigment that is both fire and blood, and representing the centurion with three splashes of blood.

Mordor did not have an ID card, and used various ornaments to mark power, status, and other information. In order to be more local, Zhao Mai asked Daryl to prepare a full set of identification documents for him, and this flag was one of his choices. In addition, Zhao Mai also has a necklace with fangs, a bracelet of animal bones and a belt tied to his scalp, which are all things that were originally fire crows, and now the winner eats them all.

"Isn't it going to sacrifice the Doomsday Volcano with the flesh and blood of the traverser, why did it spray so quickly?" Zhao Mai was thinking about this question all the way.