Start with the Eye of Sauron

"It's you!"

"That group of undead, could it be your masterpiece!"

Hearing those words that Azog almost roared, the man on the horse smiled, reined in his horse, and slowly came to Azog.

"I don't have that great ability. The undead are an army trapped in the valley. Only the king of Gondor can command them."

After hearing this sentence, Azog took a deep breath, raised his mace, and stared fiercely at the young man in front of him.

"In the end what you want!"

"What do I want to do? Do you need to ask, let you go back to Modo, aren't you making trouble for me?"

"Azog, I followed you back to the Misty Mountains. From the first day I saw you, I pre-ordered your head!"

The ice came out of its sheath, and the horse neighed awesomely, and rushed towards Azog.

The wolf cavalry in the rear fired their arrows, and a purple film appeared on Soros' body.

The arrows fell one after another, and within three seconds, Soros had already arrived in front of Azog.

"Do you really think of yourself as someone?"

Seeing Azog wielding the mace, Soros sneered, and the ice broke through the air, making bursts of sonic booms.

With a slash of the sword, Azog's mace was broken in two. He was thrown away by the huge force, and the wolf under his crotch was rolled on the ground several times, and hit the stone wall beside him.

Azog was stunned, the Soros in front of him, didn't give his best feelings to him?

"Shrimp soldiers and crab generals, don't take them out and make them shameful."

Picking up the Hunyuan staff, nearly a hundred wolf cavalry in front of him were instantly blown out, and more than a dozen fireballs followed, which raised the surrounding temperature by a lot.

The wolf cavalry howled miserably and rolled on the ground, and the remaining dozen wolf cavalry no longer dared to be an enemy of Soros, and fled quickly on their wolf mounts.

After struggling to get up, Azog stared at him. He fell to the ground, and the skin on his body was scratched in several places.

Holding the ice, Soros slowly approached Azog who had fallen to the ground.

"I won't give in to you!"

Azog tightly held the remaining half of the mace, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I have no intention of letting you go."

Soros' eyes turned cold, and he raised the ice, ready to give Azog a chill.

A whisper in his mind made Soros stop what he was doing.

Sauron was obstructing him, beheading Azog in front of him.

"I know he is loyal to you, but for my future rule, he must die. He is here, and I can't sit still, and you don't even want to go back to Modo."

After replying in Modo language, the figure of Giant Eyes began to appear in his mind. The Demon King was not satisfied with this answer.

Looking at Soros who hesitated in front of him, Azog suddenly straightened his waist as if seeing a savior, and shouted loudly.

"Don't let cowardly humans affect your decision, Demon Lord, control him, Middle-earth will be ours, and everything on this continent will be ours!"

Soros looked at him coldly, his calm face could not make any waves.

The Modo language whistling in his mind slowly fell silent. Facing Azog who had straightened up, Soros raised the ice in his hand again.

With a puff, in front of Azog, the wolf that was pounced on Soros from behind was pierced through its soft belly with a sword. Its huge mouth hovered three centimeters in front of Soros' face, and blood continued to flow from the corner of its mouth. drip down.

"Azog, you fought your way out of the half-orcs and became the leader of the half-orcs. No matter how much energy I show, you will regard me as a cowardly human race."

"Your concept is doomed to your life and death, take my life!"

The ice sword whizzed and slashed towards Azog's neck, Azog retreated sharply, but the ice was already bleeding.

The grayish-white skin on the neck was scratched with a deep scar, which almost cut his Adam's apple in two. Azog clutched his neck and backed away quickly.

Glancing at Soros again, Azog lowered his head, gritted his teeth, turned around, and started to take quick steps with both legs.

The whisper sounded again, facing Azog who was fleeing towards the misty mountains, Soros raised his long sword and silently chased him.

Sauron used the energy and began to disturb Soros's mind. Soros walked staggeringly on the road as if he was drunk, and Azog's figure gradually drifted away in front of him.

Standing still, Soros raised the ice sword in his hand, bent his arms, and aimed at the orc leader who was moving in front of him.

The interference in his mind became more powerful, and Soros couldn't even open his eyes.

The tip of the sword kept dangling, and the half-orc in front of him ran farther and farther away, black blood was scattered on the ground, scattered all over the way.

"Just now, if he can avoid my sword, I will let him go."

His mind cleared instantly, Soros raised his right hand, and the long sword shot out through the air, sweeping forward like a bullet.

With a puff, the sound of the sword's edge piercing into the flesh came from the front, and a helpless howl, and after a while, there was a plop.

Walking forward slowly, Soros saw Azog with his eyes closed and his expression relieved.

The long sword was nailed to his chest, black blood flowed wantonly on his chest, and the ground was already stained black.

There was a muffled voice in his mind, as if he was complaining about something, and then the voice disappeared invisible.

Soros drew out his long sword, watched silently the half-orc leader in front of him, put his own rule first, and Azog also ushered in his final destiny.

The existence of Azog will absolutely affect Soros' control over Modo. Now that he is free, Soros feels better.

The ice was very sharp, and after cutting off Azog's head, Soros wrapped it, mounted his horse, and returned to Mina Tiris Fort.

The cheers in the white castle shook the sky, and everyone was celebrating the surviving life this time. Gandalf was sitting closest to Aragorn, toasting Aragorn.

Soros strode into the banquet hall, Aragorn moved his eyes to him, and everyone fell silent, watching Soros silently.

"I'm here to give you a present."

Soros opened the cloth bag in his hand, and Azog's head appeared in front of everyone.

After a moment of silence, there was a burst of warm applause. Soros silently retracted his head, and he would properly bury Azog's body.

"My dear sire."

Gandalf took a glass of wine and came to Soros.

"Next, it's time for you to start fulfilling your promise..."