"I am indeed afraid."

The sorcerer did not deny this, and he tried to maintain the light of his staff, saying, "It is not the Nazgul that is close at hand, that I am afraid, but the meaning of their actions. ”

"They dare to leave their old lair, Mordor, and even come to the Misty Mountains less than a hundred miles from Rivendell, I have to admit one thing, Traveler."

"What you say has been confirmed."

"Sauron has recovered."

Townsend simply replied, "It seems that you don't need to go to Dogurdu anymore to confirm this, congratulations, you may have picked up a life... Although wizards don't die so easily. ”

"Traveler, since you've anticipated this, what are we going to do now?" Thorin asked with some eagerness.

Tang Sen gave him a strange look: "Of course it's a fight." ”

"That's the Ringwraith! They walk in the Netherworld, and our weapons can't hurt them! ”

"You're right." Tang Sen nodded approvingly: "At least here, we don't have much to do with the Ringing Spirit. ”

He looked at the approaching darkness, the Orcs spontaneously branching out of the passage, the sound of metal grinding from far and near.

"But I'm curious, Thorin Oak Shield."

"We can't hurt them, can they hurt us?"

The dwarves were stunned for a moment.

"Can't you?"

"Don't underestimate the curse you carry." Tang Sen said: "The Ring Spirits are not immortal, but their true bodies are hidden in the Netherworld and cannot be attacked, of course, they cannot directly interfere with reality, and must rely on the armor and weapons created by Sauron. ”

"And the curse you bear is truly immortal."

Shalin thought thoughtfully: "In other words, although I can't smash them, as long as I smash their armor, they will not be a threat?" ”

Tang Sen nodded: "Yes." ”

"Just... It's as simple as that? Thorin opened his mouth, "That's the Ring Spirit... The Ring Spirit that once ravaged the north and caused countless disasters! ”

"It is the evil army of the Witch King that is wreaking havoc in the north, not the power of a single ringwraith."

As he spoke, the Ring Spirit in the darkness finally revealed its form.

There were five rings in total, and everyone could see the black armor on their bodies, as well as the sword of Morgul in their hands.

And the area that is not covered by armor is only empty.

Chili and Fili involuntarily took a step back.

It was as if a real fear gripped them, choking their hearts, making them scarcely able to lift their weapons.

But the other dwarves were unaffected, and the realm of fear inherent in the Ringwraith's body was ineffective against the cursed undead, and their hearts could move as usual even if they stopped beating.

"They're the dwarves mentioned in the intelligence." Pale Oak Azog rode a huge white wolf to the side of the Ringwraith, and said in Mordor: "They were once attacked by our cavalry, but they were not killed by arrows. ”

"The hosts... To them... Very interested..."

The voice of the ringwraith seemed to come from hell, with a cold and evil aura.

"Bring them... Bring it back to Dorguldu..."

Azog smirked, and the ugly face, which looked so much more handsome than the other Orcs, distorted.

"Of course, they will succumb to fear, and be bound like lambs by us with the strongest ropes."

"When the time comes, I will personally behead the dwarven king of Durin, just as I did your grandfather."

This sentence was in the lingua franca, and it was clearly intended for Thorin.

"All the dwarves... Bring it back in its entirety..."The Ringwraith drifted closer: "This is... Master... of the order..."

The ringwraith's aura of fear caused the wolf to bend down, and Azog froze for a moment, bowing his head in obedience.

After speaking, he raised the arm that had been cut off and directly replaced the palm of his hand with a weapon, and shouted:

"Attack! Charge! ”

The Ocs, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly poured into the mountain from all directions like a tidal wave.

The dwarves set up their formation, protecting Town, The Hobbit, and Chill Fili in the middle.

"Thorin!" Pale Oak rode the white wolf to Thorin in front of the sharp knife position in the formation, and the heavy chain hammer smashed directly at Thorin.

Thorin held the shield to block it, and then was smashed directly into the air by the huge force, crashing into Bahrain and Shalda behind him.

The formation suddenly became chaotic, and the Orcs quickened the pace of their charge, preparing to break up the dwarven formation in one fell swoop.

"I'm getting impatient!"

At this moment, Shalin jumped out directly, and the giant hammer smashed towards Azog in the air: "Your opponent is me!" ”

The spiked hammer slammed into Azog's chest with heavy potential energy, causing Azorg to take a few steps backwards and trample down several hapless Orcs.

The dwarven aliens face the aliens of the Orc, and with the advantage of weapons, the dwarves have a slight advantage.

The Orc's charge was temporarily blocked, and the dwarves hurriedly regained their formation and met the Orcs in all directions.

"Watch out for the Ringwraith!" Gandalf waved his staff, "Here they are!" ”

The Netherworld-walking beings are insidiously hiding behind the Orcs, they still retain the combat skills and experience of their human days, and their strange shapes make it impossible for the dwarves to escape the harsh angles of the Ringwraith, even if the dwarves are always on their guard.

The sword of Morgul brought up a blood flower that pierced directly into the chest of a dwarf.

"Surrender to your fears... Lay down your arms..."

The grim words of the Ringwraith echoed, and the dwarves responded with action.

They all attacked the Ringwraith, some sparks of metal clashing over the specially made armor, others just sweeping over each other's empty torsos.

"Your attack... It doesn't work for me..."

The Ringwraith habitually exerts fear, trying to make the dwarves crush without a fight.

This is the way the Ringwraiths fight, and through the immortality and the aura of fear they carry, this move has always been unstoppable.

The dwarves ignored him, instead slamming his armor harder.

"Pointless... struggles..."

The Ring Spirit exerted a slight force, ready to draw his sword blade.

Then, he found that he was not twitching.

His eyes, hidden in his helmet, looked at the blade in amazement, only to see the dwarf pierced through his chest grip the sword of Morgul with both hands.

"Your attack... It doesn't seem to work for me, either...", the dwarf mimicked the voice of the Ringwraith.

The moon finally emerged from the dark clouds, and under the moonlight like water, the Ringwraith saw the flesh and blood of the dwarf in front of him disappear in an instant.

The sword of Morgul was held in the hands of pale bones, and under the strength of the dwarf, it was almost out of his hands.

The dwarf didn't mind the blade going deeper, inserting it into the empty ribs, and the whole person leaned over, the eyeballs embedded in the bones dripping and meeting the invisible gaze behind the Ringwraith Helmet.

"So, what's next?"