"What's that? Fireworks made by Saruman? Gandalf stared solemnly at the extremely fast enchanted missiles.

In fact, Saruman created this thing based on fireworks.

If it is simply spraying black powder into the sky, it is meaningless, but the surface of these metal pillars is attached to the magic of "lock-tracking" and "accelerated armor-piercing" like giant crossbow arrows, isn't it the Middle-earth version of infrared-guided missiles!

Whoosh~

In an instant, the bright night sky was occupied by extremely terrifying dragon slaying weapons, and under the guidance of magic, they besieged Chu Xin without exception.

Call!

Chu Xin was also very brave and fearless to face the charge.

But the amplitude and frequency of his wings were extremely terrifying, and Aragorn and the others in the White City felt that their eardrums were buzzing non-stop, and their brains were about to shatter.

The cicadas of the whole summer!

"What is he doing?" Boromir covered his ears tightly, and his facial features were about to be tangled.

"Work magic." Gandalf gave an explanation as he patted Boromir's hands and motioned for him to open his mouth.

Buzz –

In an instant, the spell runes on the bone wings bloomed, and several exaggerated cyan magic wind blades spurted across.

In one shot, all the giant crossbow bolts were intercepted and cut off.

Bang bang bang!

The magic missile collided with each other, exploding with a loud explosion.

In terms of power, one is comparable to ten bursting arrows of a strong orc legion.

Whoosh!

However, there were still more than a dozen of them passing through the gap of the wind blade and blasting straight towards Chu Xin.

A mouthful of dragon flame erupted, detonating two-thirds of it, and the rest came around the rear.

Call!

Determine the position according to the air flow.

Unfold the long tail that strengthens the bone scales with a swing, a hook, and a flick.

Several magic missiles were pierced through their waists and didn't have time to explode.

Bang –

There was still one that hit Chu Xin's back.

"It seems that I overestimated their power~ There seems to be no need to be prepared."

Chu Xin showed his figure unharmed, not to mention breaking his arms and legs, and he didn't even leave any traces of conspicuous spots.

The enemy is advancing, how can he stand still?

"If Saruman is given more time, I'm curious if they will come up with a magic cannon~"

Chu Xin thought blindly as he dived down at the same speed.

Flapping wings!

Buzz –

The wind blade fell like a huge canopy, cutting a furrow in the ground in an instant, and the artillery corps immediately suffered heavy casualties.

The trolls also tried to launch a counterattack, but Chu Xin wouldn't give them that time.

The Flame of the Martyrdom Dragon fell, and all of Saruman's hard work turned into scrap copper and rotten iron.

With the destruction of the Mordor Artillery Corps by Chu Xin, the Battle of White City, which decided the fate of mankind, was also declared victorious.

Aragorn led his army without hesitation, unaware that it was not their general, Blomir, who was clearly impressed by his performance, including the helpless Polomir who followed him with a little frustration.

One side is demoralized, the other side is defeated, and then there is a one-sided sweeping massacre.

"Old friend, if our alliance is missing, you will have to break up sooner or later~" Gandalf came to Chu Xin's side with a smile.

However, he found that Chu Xin did not respond, but looked to the north from afar.

"The Spirits of the Wild's card is broken." Chu Xin muttered to himself lightly, and couldn't help but wonder who had that ability, although the Spirit of the Wilderness was not strong and invincible, it was easy for it to escape if it was good at burrowing into the ground.

Unless the difference in strength between the two sides is huge!

"I just followed the matters of cooperation, and more importantly, your persistence and struggle, otherwise you would not have been able to wait for my arrival." Chu Xin replied.

Gandalf raised his eyebrows, not expecting Chu Xin to praise without hesitation.

"Let the pursuers come back, poor Kou Mo chase, beware of being ambushed." Chu Xin said.

But soon, Aragorn and the others returned to the city with common sense, and did not recklessly pursue total annihilation.

"The most important thing now is to rest the army, this is only the first major battle of the turmoil in Middle-earth, and we must have enough time and energy to deal with all the sudden changes in the future." Aragorn said calmly to Boromir.

"You have a point, and I agree." Bolomir had to admit that he was not as orthodox as this royal family, not to mention combat effectiveness, there was a big gap in personality charm alone.

"Actually, these little guys are quite worry-free, they are smart and strangling~" Gandalf smiled with relief.

Chu Xin nodded silently, and his attention had shifted to the card interface.

The text emerges:

"Turning the battlefield into timely rain, changing the huge battle situation with one's own strength, and calmly dealing with the enemy's various moves, cracking them one by one, is a series of operations that meet the level;

Perhaps the enemy did not meet the requirements, and the host's fight was a little less indulgent, rebellious, and violent than before;

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Disposable item [Revive the Corpse] (can convert relatively intact corpses within a certain range into skeleton creatures and turn them into cards for the host). ”

An urn-like metal box appeared in his mind, with elaborate and terrifying patterns carved on all six sides, and the corpses were strewn all over the place when you looked closely.

Chu Xin looked at it, wasn't the plain where countless corpses had been piled up at this moment the best place?

Use it now?

He hesitated for a moment, but did not take it out.

Intuition told him not to rush, but to stabilize his hand first.

And the soldiers of Baicheng did not have the leisure to clean up the battlefield, they were either exhausted and fell asleep, or they were scarred and tortured, and the reason why they could still fight bloodily was completely supported by a hard breath.

From this it can be seen that Aragorn made a wise decision.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the city.

Everyone hurriedly approached.

"What's wrong?" Boromir pushed through the layers of the crowd and squeezed into a warehouse.

"Condolences." Aragorn, who arrived first, passed him and sighed under his breath.

Boromir shuddered and quickened his pace.

The corpse of Prime Minister Denethor was imprinted in his eyes.

He fell to his knees, lifeless, his long hair scattered over his shoulders, his sword broken, and the dead Orcs all around him.

Behind him, there were more than a hundred civilians with sad faces.

"The Prime Minister died to protect us~" A civilian cried.

"Father, you succeeded, and none of them were harmed." Polomir knelt down and closed Denethor's wide-eyed eyes with his hand.

The soldiers present were all moved, took off their helmets and put them on their chests, lowered their heads and mourned silently.

On the city wall not far away, Gandalf said with emotion, "When an era ends, a new era begins." ”

Chu Xin knew what he meant, and he didn't want to give up the position of power to the death of the prime minister, so that Aragorn, who was of royal blood, could ascend to the throne of the emperor without hindrance.

If Denethor were still alive, he would not have recognized and recognized Aragon, after all, Gondor had been ruled by the prime minister's family for hundreds of years.

And Denethor died a glorious death today, and finally retained a good reputation.

In the original book, more than ten years later, Denethor was influenced by Sauron and became crazy, suspicious, stubborn, and cowardly, and finally could not bear the pressure and fell to his death.

The sun rises as usual.

There is no tomorrow for the dead, and their journey is completely stuck in yesterday.

A tear-stained woman with her young child stood on the rampart, trying to find her husband among the piles of bones.

The white-haired husband and wife supported each other and called out their son's name to the smelly plain.

Gandalf, as the sub-god Maia, couldn't bear to look at these pictures directly.

But there was no time for grief, and after a morning's rest, Aragorn and Polomir began to count the numbers and regroup their armies, and they were busy until the evening, and the data obtained were not clear, and the thought of Mordor's endless offensive was a headache for all.

At this point, Gandalf spoke, "Just throw the One Ring into the Doom Volcano and melt, and Sauron's power will dissipate completely. ”

So, everyone turned their eyes to Chu Xin, who was lying on a hill outside the city.

"The key to an alliance with him is the One Ring, will he follow our advice?" Bolomir smiled wryly.

"I'll find time to talk to him." Gandalf was also helpless.

……

Following.

The early morning wind blew through the streets and alleys of Baicheng, sending people a fresh fishy smell, and they immediately heard a disgusting sound.

But no one could laugh because the bad smell came from their friends and family.

Not only that, but there was an unsettling burning heat in the wind, which was both nasal and nauseous.

"Is it my delusion, I seem to smell the breath of extreme darkness approaching?" Gandalf frowned and climbed up to the tower where Angelette was.

"You're right, it's really darkness." Angelette gazed deeply at the rolling lands of the north.

When Gandalf heard this, he rolled up his sleeves and went out of the city.

"What's the hurry, isn't he here~" Angelette said, straightening her chin towards Chu Xin in the distance.

The sun was exceptionally hot on this day, with temperatures climbing to 35 degrees Celsius in the morning.

The heat hastened the decay of the corpses, the blood had solidified into a viscous black swamp, and a large number of flies and maggots flew and wriggled happily.

"You can't let it go, or the plague will rage." Aragon said solemnly.

"But is there something wrong with this weather, why is it so hot all of a sudden!" Gimli grumbled.

"It's only burned with fire, so I'll take someone out to deal with it." Bolomir sighed.

Woo –

However, as soon as he stepped out of his front foot, the horn of the enemy attack sounded at the outpost on the hill.

Chu Xin slowly raised his head and muttered secretly: "In this heat wave, it was indeed the Flame Demon who killed the Spirit of the Wilderness. ”

As his words spoke, under the horrified gaze of everyone in the White City, a burly flame demon appeared in the northern land.

It arrives with a surging stream of heat, and every step it takes makes the already hot weather even drier.

The oppressive momentum rolled in, like a heavy canopy falling, suffocating the hearts of heroes such as Gimli and Legolas, but Aragorn remained unmoved, maintaining a consistent determination.

"It was as if I had seen a dark abyss full of magma, and an evil that chilled me seemed to engulf me." Legolas, relieved, whispered.

"That's the Fire Demon, a powerful enemy from the Ancients, a dark creature on the same level as Sauron in terms of identity," Gandalf quietly came to the group, "However, how could this guy be so large and powerful, and far beyond my expectations. ”

Wow!

While they were talking, Chu Xin had already risen into the air, condescendingly looking down at the fire demon who had stopped.

He saw the skull of the Wild Spirit that was wrapped in his left forearm, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of murder.

"You're the Smaug that Saruman mentioned? It's just that, it's much smaller than the black dragon Ankara, and your brittle bones shouldn't break at the first knock, right? The Fire Demon Urn mocked angrily.

Seeing that Chu Xin didn't pay attention, it said to himself, "I can not kill you, but I must become my mount." ”

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken to anyone for many years, the fire demon was somewhat talkative, showing the unique unruliness of the race to the fullest.

Chu Xin carefully examined the fire demon, stunned by the difference between its size and appearance and in the movie, judging from all indications, this is definitely the strongest enemy he has encountered so far, even Saruman can't compare.

But thinking too much was restrained, and Chu Xin simply swooped down.

"When I can't fly? Roar! ”

The fire demon spread his wings and rose from the ground in a rage.

Knock –

No one ducked, and they collided with each other in the most fierce frontal stance.

Have you ever seen an iron flower?

When the two of them touched each other, Chu Xin was like an iron rod, and the fire demon was like a basin of molten iron, which instantly exploded all over the sky with sparks.

After a short period of contact, Chu Xin was overjoyed and realized that the Flame Demon was the strong enemy he needed at the moment.

Barely a second later, he was in a state of complete immersion and erupted in a furious punch attack.

Bang bang bang!

The bone fist slammed into the fire demon again and again, and the rhythm without breath suddenly overwhelmed the fire demon and could only defend and be deflated.

With a "poof", the coccyx blade pierced the lower abdomen of the fire demon like an afterimage ghost, and when it was about to stir at three hundred and sixty degrees, the fire demon's right hand grabbed and dragged it, and then made Chu Xin's flight slightly lose its balance.

The Flame Demon took the opportunity to blast out his left fist, and the skull of the Spirit of the Wilderness slammed into Chu Xin's head, smashing him hundreds of meters away.

"There's something about this guy."

Chu Xin glanced at the root of his tail, and there was actually a trace of crack, which was torn open by the Yan Demon just now.

"Hiss~~"

The fire demon caressed his chest, and several scratches flowing from magma blood were extremely clear.

It also reins in the contempt of the heart and replaces it with a serious attitude.

Boom!

With his right hand, he pulled out the lava fire sword from his waist, and the fire demon flew towards Chu Xin again.

Chu Xin, who reacted quickly, immediately spewed out a large mouthful of Martyrdom Dragon Flame, and he wanted to test whether it was effective.

Sure enough, the Flame Demon leapt out of the burst unscathed, and sneered angrily, "Actually attacked me with fire? You're underestimating me! ”

Seeing this, Chu Xin roughly determined how the Flame Demon would die under his hands.

If you can't be blown up, you can't be burned, then you will be beaten to death.

"Make soup with your bones tonight!"

The fire demon raised his flaming sword and slashed down.

Keng——

A loud and piercing sound of gold and iron resounded through the sky.

The Flame Demon looked at the shattered fire sword in his hand in shock, and found Chu Xin holding a blue light that appeared out of thin air and slashed at it. (End of chapter)